In a courtyard of Xishan Residence, the girls of Qingrong Peak were chatting about the news of the Dao War.The eyebrows they said were dancing, the melon seed shells were flying everywhere, and the tea in the pot didn't know how many times it had been changed.Nan Forget walked in with a frost on his face.The rules of Qingrong Peak have never been strict, but looking at the appearance of the peak master, how dare the disciples slack off, they quickly put down the teacup and melon seeds in their hands and saluted in unison.Nan Forget sat in the chair, looked at these flower-like girls, and said slightly angrily: "Look at you like this, no wonder the performance of the sword trial conference is so bad, you can't even grab a place in the Dao battle, what are you doing with me this time in Chaoge City, come to play?"
”The girls thought to themselves that these people were not qualified to participate in the Dao War, and Qingshan did not participate in the four items of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting in front of them, so didn't they come to the Song City to play?
It wasn't until they knew why Nan Wang's mood was so bad that they became worried.The Meihui Dao War was already extremely dangerous, and every time a young cultivator died, but this year it was too early for someone to die?
Moreover, Uncle Jing Jiu is at the rear, which is logically the safest, why did the Kunlun disciple who was with him die?
The most troublesome thing is that that Kunlun disciple died just after successfully killing a Snow Country monster, which is easy to make people have bad associations, especially for those conspiracy theorists."
I heard that He Wei is very angry and wants us to give an explanation."
Nan Forget slapped the table, and said in a cold voice: "Give him a generation!"
”The girls stood with their heads bowed, as if they hadn't heard it.He Wei is the name of the head of Kunlun.It stands to reason that Nan Forget should give the other party some respect.But they have long been accustomed to the peak master's taboo-free style of acting, and on weekdays in Qingrong Peak, the peak master is so angry that he even has to say a few words to the head of the sect, not to mention the head of another faction.After visiting Qingshan in March, Nan Wang's temperament has converged a lot, but she is surrounded by her own disciples, she doesn't want to suppress her emotions anymore, and sneers and says: "Death is losing, life is victory, this is Dao Zhan, what does he want to explain?"
”A very favored female disciple persuaded: "In this case, it is inevitable that Uncle Xiao will be discussed, and it will be good when the news of the cold bird comes back." ”The Cold Trumpet Bird is a strange bird of the Kunlun Sect, which is not afraid of the cold and yin qi by nature, and spends its days recuperating in the Nine Shades Cold Pool, and is only invited out during the Mei Meeting every few years, responsible for monitoring the situation on the snowfield, determining the location of those young cultivators, and personally taking action at some of the most dangerous moments.In fact, Nan forgot to understand this, the cold bird is Kunlun's own ancestor, He Wei can't say that it is lying, and even if it didn't see the situation at that time, there are witnesses present.Here's the problem......
Now even she felt that this matter was a little strange, whether Jing Jiu had anything to do with the death of that Kunlun disciple, she was not sure.Just look at Zhao Layue's unblinking strength on the journey in those years, and then think about Shi Fengchen's death a few days ago, who knows what Jing Jiu will do.The mountain she once knew was now unfamiliar.………… Nightfall towards the song city.The peach blossoms in Jingjue Temple have long since fallen, and the peach blossom lanterns on both sides of the passage leading to the deepest part are still on.An old monk walked towards the end of the stone path, seemingly slowly, but in fact it only took a few breaths to reach the door of the ashram.He adjusted his breathing, pushed the door in, looked at the scene in front of him, and smiled with satisfaction.Today, Zenko is finally willing to sit cross-legged.Although he was only cross-legged on one knee, and the main reason was that it was convenient for him to look sideways at the pile of sticks."
It's not a hearing ear, it's a wire worm."
The old monk knew that this matter was a little urgent, and without any delay, he directly said his conclusion.The old monk Dharma name Shi Hai, who had served the Sword Saint in that small city in the north for decades, when it came to his understanding of the monsters of the Snow Country, there was no stronger one in the entire Guocheng Temple than him.It is for this reason that Zenko needs his advice.The nematode is a kind of alien insect in the depths of the Snow Country, similar in appearance to hearing ears, and it also lives in the bodies of various snow beasts, but the carapace is extremely strong, even the sword of the Qingshan Sect may not be able to cut it.As for the lethality of terror, it is very different from hearing it.If that Kunlun disciple encountered a wire worm and was completely defenseless, it would indeed be difficult to be lucky.Zenzi raised his head and asked, "Hasn't this kind of insect always been by that person's side?"
”The old monk Shi Hai knew who Zen was referring to, and said with a solemn expression: "And the nematodes have not appeared for many years, even if there were occasionally a few that went deep into the ground when the beast tide receded, but this time it was early summer, and it should be a long sleep, why did they wake up suddenly?"
”Zenzi's eyes widened and said innocently, "Where do I know the answer." ”Old monk Shi Hai smiled bitterly and said, "Could it be that this year will be another big beast tide?"
”Hearing the word beast tide, Zenzi's expression became more serious, and he said, "I have already asked the nephew of the sea master to take a look." ”The monk who crossed the sea was the chief of the law hall of Guocheng Temple, and no one knew that this Zen monk had quietly gone to the north.Old monk Shi Hai said worriedly: "Do you want to end the Dao battle early?"
”This year's Plum Festival was presided over by Zenko herself.Only he is qualified to end this Dao battle with one sentence.Zenko looked at the pile of sticks on the couch, reached out and grabbed one at random, and then pulled it out.Old monk Shi Hai suddenly felt very nervous.Hundreds of sticks collapsed like this, without making much noise.Zenko looked at the messy pile of wooden sticks, and didn't speak for a long time, as if she couldn't make up her mind.Guocheng Temple is the best at two hearts.Zenzi's cultivation in this area is even more unfathomable.Such hesitation is a very rare thing."
Write to the ones you need to know and get them ready."
Zenzi was quiet for a moment and continued, "Let's wait for Cao Yuan's letter. ”………… The eyes of the trumpeter bird are extremely sharp.The four little black dots on the snowfield seemed to it to be close at hand.It could see the dust on their clothes, the snow on their boots, the exhaustion on their faces, the blankness in their eyes.What it doesn't understand is why the young man at the front is so clean.No dust, no residual snow, no exhaustion, no emotional ups and downs.This is also something that Yin Qingmo and the three of them can't understand.Of course, there are many more things they don't understand.After Dai Yin's death, Jing Jiu, who had been sitting in that mountain for more than ten days, seemed to have suddenly figured out something and began to march towards the snowfield.The tragic death of their companion did not destroy the will of these three young cultivators, but it still made them feel a little dazed, and it was natural for them to start listening to Jing Jiu's thoughts.Jing Jiu didn't mean to take them to hunt the monsters of the Snow Country, obviously he had encountered them two or three times on the road, but he didn't even look at it.It was as if he was just on the road.Where is he going?
If he was in a hurry to go, why did he still walk as usual, without speeding up or risking his sword?
………… It was getting dark, and the cold bird had already left.Jing Jiu stopped.The three people in the back quickly stopped.()