C117 Confusion in the Snow

The snow was white, and the wind was cold. Lin Yuchen had just stepped out of the door when he was attacked by the bone-piercing cold. He was not sleepy at all. Between the heaven and earth, it was a vast expanse of whiteness. Walking in this world covered in silver, Lin Yuchen only felt that he was very tiny, unusually tiny.

The snow road was difficult to walk on, not to mention that Lin Yuchen was really very tired, very tired. He was so tired that it was as if he could fall asleep in this snow pile. Even so, the obsession in his heart kept urging Lin Yuchen to drag his tired body and leave a long trail of snow in the snow.

Finally, they arrived at the side of the pavilion. Lin Yuchen's pants and socks were completely drenched. If it wasn't for the pain in his toes from time to time, Lin Yuchen wouldn't even be able to feel the existence of his feet.

Stormy Pavilion was where Lin Yuchen practiced martial arts every night. In fact, it wasn't close to the residence of a group of thieves in the middle of the river. Of course, this was also one of the reasons why Lin Yuchen chose this place. It was far away. They wouldn't disturb the rest of their masters, and they would be far away. Their masters wouldn't be able to see their own foolish and clumsy appearance.

However, apart from that, this place was indeed very suitable for cultivation. Firstly, it was very quiet, and few people would come to disturb him. Secondly, this place was spacious enough, and it was suitable for Lin Yuchen to freely use his fists and legs.

This place recorded the countless times that Lin Yuchen had fallen, the countless times that he had failed, the countless times that he had been injured, and the countless times that he had shed blood and tears. Of course, it also recorded the countless times that Lin Yuchen had been happy, improved, and succeeded. This place had become a small world that belonged solely to Lin Yuchen.

It was now winter, and it had been snowing for several days. Outside the room, it could be said that the water had turned into ice. Most of the weapons were made of iron and had been frozen in this ice and snow for such a long time. Let's talk about now. If they were directly grabbed, they would definitely be covered in a layer of skin.

Perhaps it was the night of the new year, but no one expected Lin Yuchen to come and cultivate today. The servants were lazy. They did not set fire to the pots in the pavilion, nor did they clean up the snow outside the pavilion.

Lin Yuchen rubbed his hands as he exhaled. After a while, his originally frozen fingers slowly regained their flexibility, and he also regained his senses.

As usual, Lin Yuchen still had to practice the Unfettered Fan once. As soon as Lin Yuchen grabbed the handle, he felt a piercing pain in his palm. Lin Yuchen quickly spread his hands and used his clothes to wrap around the Unfettered Fan to rub for a while. Only then did the cold fan handle become slightly warmer.

"There is a fish in the Northern Ocean, its name is Kun. The Kun was thousands of miles big. It turned into a bird and its name was Peng. The back of a Peng. It was thousands of miles long. It flew in anger, and its wings were like clouds hanging down from the sky. It was a bird, and the sea would migrate to the Southern Underworld. If he's from the Southern Underworld, then the Heavenly Lake. . . "

Actually, these Unfettered Fans were not taken from the Lanting Integration Manual like the Judge’s Brushes. Furthermore, these Unfettered Fans did not have any direct relationship with Zhuang Zi's Unfettered Travelling. However, for some unknown reason, every time Muh Yifeng passed down the Unfettered Fans to him, he would recite this' Unfettered Travelling '. Over time, Lin Yuchen had also accepted this' excellent tradition '.

"Today, my husband is no longer as powerful as the clouds in the sky. This is great, but not a mouse. Today, there is a big tree, and it is useless to harm it. Why not let the tree have no home? In the vast wilderness, it is hesitant to do anything, and it is free to sleep and sleep. An axe that does not weigh down on the heavens. Nothing is of use, nothing is of use, nothing is of use, nothing is of use, nothing is of use, nothing is of use, nothing is of use, nothing is of use! "

After he finished reciting the Unfettered Travelling, he finished the dance of the Unfettered Fan. Lin Yuchen had practiced this Unfettered Fan for thousands of times, but he had never been satisfied with it. He had never once made Lin Yuchen feel that he had tainted even the slightest bit of Muh Yifeng's elegance.

Lin Yuchen held the Unfettered Fan and stood in the snow. He didn't know if it was because the weather was cold today and he was wearing thick clothes and didn't have any exercise, or because it was really too late today. He was too tired and sleepy. Lin Yuchen was very dissatisfied with the Unfettered Fan he had just used.

If he couldn't do it once, then he would do it again. If he couldn't do it again, then he would do it again. Even if it was a thousand or ten thousand times, there would always be one time where he could reach the standard. This was the "truth" that Lin Yuchen had always believed in, even though the results did not seem to be obvious during this period of time.

Therefore, Lin Yuchen practiced the entire set of Unfettered Fans again. However, this time, not only did the situation not improve, it was even more messy and clumsy.

Then he would do it again. . . Once, twice, thrice. . . Lin Yuchen had danced this set of Lin Yuchens seven or eight times. The more he danced, the faster he danced. The more he danced, the messier it became. The more he danced, the more Lin Yuchen felt dissatisfied.

"Bang!" Perhaps it was because the snow was slippery, or perhaps it was because he was too tired, or perhaps it was because Lin Yuchen was too anxious that he lost the rhythm of his steps. Lin Yuchen actually fell to the ground like a dog eating shit.

"Ah!" Lin Yuchen was both angry and angry. After struggling in the snow for a long time, he suddenly punched the ground, grabbed the Unfettered Fan, and started dancing again.

But this time, the dance was even more chaotic. There was simply no order at all. In the end, it was no longer for practicing martial arts. It was all for the sake of venting his anger. Lin Yuchen grabbed the Unfettered Fan and continuously hacked at the huge rock beside the pavilion. With this, the fan was smashed into pieces. Only the bare bones of the fan were left in Lin Yuchen's hands. Lin Yuchen's right hand was also smashed into a bloody mess.

"Ah!" Lin Yuchen roared again. He threw the bald fan bone in his hand onto the huge rock. After that, he rushed into the Wind and Rain Pavilion and picked up a long knife to practice again.

Alas! This man was really unlucky. He could even stuff his teeth in cold water. Lin Yuchen had not practiced ten moves yet. Yet another person did not stand up straight. "Bang!" He fell heavily onto the ground.

Flying snow floated in the sky once again. Lin Yuchen laid in the snow and looked at the white sky, the white mountains, the bone-piercing cold wind blowing by his ears, and the falling snow. He could not help but tear up.

He recalled the hardships he had suffered over the past year, and the things he had experienced at home. Lin Yuchen felt wronged. Why? Why? Why could someone do something so easily? He couldn't do it even if he put in a hundred times more effort. Why couldn't he get what he wanted? Why am I so unlikeable? Why. . . Why. . . Could it be that I'm really dumber than others, could it be that I really hate it. . .

Finally, Lin Yuchen could not hold it in anymore. Tears flowed down his face like a flood that had broken through a dam. Lin Yuchen was lying in the snow and crying loudly. The suppression and suffering he had endured over the past few months had been released without restraint at this moment.

All of this was dispersed in the vast sky full of flying snow.