The morning sun rose, the cold fog finally completely dispersed, and people's eyes looked out with the fog, only to see more than a dozen snow-footed beasts lying on the ground, already dead.Among them, the high-level snow-footed beast with a significantly larger body was killed by Bai Zao with a magic weapon, and only half of its body remained.The snow-footed beast with four heads pierced should have been killed by Mi Songshan with the Qingshan sword technique.The death of the rest of the snowfoot beasts was even more miserable, with severed limbs and torn armor, and cyan blood flowing everywhere.The stones stained with poisonous blood were foaming and making a sizzling sound, and the picture was terrifying.What was even more shocking was that there were still the corpses of snow-footed beasts in the outermost places, and there were one or two of them separated by dozens of zhang, which continued to hundreds of zhang away.A similar image can be seen even further away.How many snowfoot beasts died?
Only then did people know that the disappearance of the sound outside the fog last night was not an accident, but that he went to hunt down those snow-footed beasts?
They looked at Jing Jiu with a look of shock in their eyes, even Mi Songshan.Last night's fog was so cold that it could even isolate the divine sense, which was extremely unfavorable to cultivators, but the snowfoot beast could fight with its instinct but not be affected.How did he do all this?
………… Jing Jiu and Bai Zao stood side by side.One is dressed in white.One has a fluttering white dress.Those young people looked at this scene with a smile on their faces, who didn't like such a beautiful picture.The lady of the sky of the Zhongzhou faction, the kendo wizard of the Qingshan Sect, is really a pair of wall people."
Who do you support?"
The female disciple of the Hanging Bell Sect looked at Mi Songshan with wide eyes and asked."
I don't even know what you're talking about."
Yu Songshan said.The female disciple of the Hanging Bell Sect pursed her lips and expressed disdain.Yu Songshan thought expressionlessly, although Miss Bai Zao was good, of course she had to support Uncle Zhao.………… The picture of Jing Jiu and Bai Zao standing side by side is very good, but the picture they see is not like this.The corpses of snowfoots were all over the ground, cyan juice more disgusting than moss, smeared on the snow.But they didn't care, and their initial conversation had nothing to do with the scene in front of them."
You promised me that night that you wouldn't move the Immortal Forest for the time being."
Bai Zao said.Jing Jiu appeared in time, she didn't even use the golden pill, and the injury was not serious, so she quickly recovered her spirit after taking some pills.Jing Jiu thought about what she had said that night and said, "I didn't move the Immortal Forest. ”Bai Zao looked at him and said seriously: "You have no evidence that Shi Fengchen was involved in this matter, then you shouldn't touch him." ”Jing Jiu said: "You don't have any evidence either. ”This means that there are many people in the Zhongzhou faction who suspect that Shi Fengchen was forced to death by him.Bai Zao said: "You should know very well that Shi Fengchen can't say that the Immortal Forest is not at all. ”Jing Jiu said, "Yes, I know that he has connections with people in Jingxin Mansion. ”Bai Zao's expression became more serious, and he said, "Is there no evidence, you are still ready to move the prince?"
”Jing Jiu said: "In fact, it was I who moved him first, and then these things came later. ”So whether it is from the prince's side or from that side, Zhao Layue was assassinated because of him.The content of this sentence made Bai Zao feel that he needed to think carefully about it in the future.She stopped talking about it, pointed to the holes in the snow, and said, "Those snowfoot beasts last night didn't come out of the canyon, but from the depths of the earth. ”Jing Jiu said, "What do you want to say?
”Bai Zao said: "The nematode you encountered, as well as the snow-footed beast last night, may be something left deep in the ground when the beast tide was in the past. ”Jing Jiu said: "Can you sleep for so long?
”Bai Zao said: "As long as it is buried deep enough." ”Jing Jiu asked, "Then why did they come out?"
It can't be that he was awakened by Dao Zhan. ”Bai Zao said: "I don't think they want to attack us, but they want to retreat to the Snow Country, but they just happened to meet us.Although I don't know what happened in Snow Country, it must be a big deal that the monsters that have been sleeping underground for hundreds of years will wake up en masse. ”Jing Jiu thought to himself, then he really should come over and take a look.………… At midday, the sun is too strong for a meditative retreat.The teachers and disciples of the various sects walked out of the courtyards of the Xishan Residence one after another, and walked to the rain corridor according to the habit they had developed these days, admiring the dozens of plum paintings.Of course, they were most concerned about the performance of their disciples, and other than that, Luo Huainan, Bai Zao, and Tonglu - Bai Zao's plum picture was praised by Zen, and Luo Huainan and Tonglu had the most plum blossoms, and it is said that they traveled the farthest into the depths of the snowfield.Jing Jiu's Metu also used to receive a lot of attention, but it didn't change for several days, and people's interest gradually faded.The painter walked out of the tall building that rose from the mountain, and people walked with him, and they couldn't help but be a little surprised to find that the painter finally stopped in front of Jing Jiu's plum painting.That team finally got a new takeaway?
Or is it ......
Dead again?
Strangely, the painter didn't pick up the pen and start drawing Mei, but stared at the mostly blank piece of paper, looking a little dazed.After a while, he glanced at the file in his hand, as if to confirm it, and then continued to stare at the painting in a daze.Finally, a cultivator couldn't help but ask, "What's going on?"
”The painter said with a sad face, "I don't know how to paint." ”Hearing this, people were a little stunned, thinking that whether they wanted to add plum blossoms or cross out their names, it was just a matter of putting pen to paper, so what was so difficult?
The wind sounded.More than a dozen big figures in the cultivation world came to the scene.The head of Kunlun, the abbot of Daze Ling, and Baotong Monastery, Nan Wang, and the Zhongzhou faction, which rarely appeared a few days ago, also came to an elder of the Transformation Period.The absence of a bell ringing meant that there was no need to clear the place, and the monks bowed down one after another, let them go to the bottom of the porch, and did not leave, which was even more strange, wondering what had happened?
Nan Forget looked at the painter and asked, "Why haven't you painted yet?"
”The painter smiled bitterly: "I really don't know how to put pen to paper." ”"Why don't I try it?"
He Zhan walked in from the courtyard.Needless to say, his talent and talent naturally went without saying, and he also won the second place in the Mei Hui Painting Battle, but for some reason, he did not participate in this year's Dao Battle.The head of Kunlun looked at him and said coldly: "You can also do something." ”Nan Forget said: "Draw better." ”He Zhan smiled and saluted, walked to the painting, took the file in the artist's hand, and looked down.He had already guessed a little, but looking at the words on the file, he was still in a trance, and immediately a wry smile appeared on his face, thinking that it was no wonder that it was difficult to draw.He looked at the painting and meditated for a moment, then took the pen from the painter's hand, dipped it in some cinnabar, shook his wrist slightly, and waved it over the painting.Pop, pop, and dense sounds sounded, like rain.The bright red paint fell on the white paper, speckled and like raindrops.People were amazed and wondered what he was doing.He Zhan ignored it, changed the branches, dipped some ink, and continued to paint calmly.An ink line appears between the red dots on the paper.The ink lines are so thin and light that you may not even be able to see them if you don't look closely.People gradually understood what he was doing.It was a plum branch that stretched out into the distance.What about these blood-red spots?
Could it be the plum blossoms that bear on the branches?
How many plum blossoms do you have to have?
The front of the porch was silent.People were stunned and speechless.What happened overnight?
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