The Path Toward Heaven

In a courtyard in Xishanju, the girls of Qing Rongfeng were chatting about the news of Daoist fighting.

The brow they said was fluttering, the seed shells were flying around, and the tea in the pot had no idea how much to change.

Nan Wang came in with frost. ..

Qing Rongfeng's rules have always been strict, but looking at the appearance of the host, disciples dare to neglect, and quickly put down the tea cup and seeds in their hands and salute in unison.

Nan Wang sat in the chair and looked at the flowers-like girls, said angrily: "Look at you, it's no wonder that the sword test conference has performed so badly that you can't even grab a place for a Dao fight. Follow me to what to do to the song city, come to play? "

The girls thought to themselves that these people were not qualified to participate in the Dao battle, and Qingshan did not participate in the four items of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting in the first place.

They didn't worry until they knew why Nan Wang's mood was so bad.

The battle of Mei Huidao was already extremely dangerous. Every time a young monk died, but it was too early to die this year?

And Uncle Jingjiu was at the back, which is the safest reason. Why did the Kunlun disciple with him die? The most troublesome thing is that the Kunlun disciple died as soon as he successfully killed a monster in the snow country, which easily caused people to have bad associations, especially for those conspiracy theorists.

"I heard He Wei was very angry and asked us to explain."

Nan forgot to pat the table and said in a cold voice, "Give him a fuck!"

The girls stood with their heads down, and didn't hear the words.

He Wei is the name of Kunlun.

In theory, Nan Wang should give the other party some respect. However, they have long been accustomed to Fengzhu's no-no-taboo style of behavior. In Qingrong Peak on weekdays, Fengzhu is angry and even the head teacher has to say a few words, let alone the head of another faction.

After visiting Qingshan in March of that year, Nan Wang's temperament had converged a lot, but she was a disciple around her. She didn't want to suppress her emotions anymore. She said with a sneer: "Death is to lose, and life is to win. What will he tell? "

A much-loved female disciple persuaded: "In this case, it is unavoidable that the little teacher is being discussed. It is only natural to wait for the news of the Han bird."

The cold bird is a town-like alien bird from the Kunlun school. Its nature is not afraid of the severe cold and Yin, and it is usually kept in the Jiuyou Hantan on weekdays. It will only be invited out after a few years of plum meetings to monitor the snowfield. Situations, identifying the position of those young practitioners, will also take the shots themselves in some of the most dangerous moments.

In fact, Nan forgot to understand this. The Han bird was Kunlun's own ancestor. He Wei could not say that he was lying, and even if he did not see the situation at the time, there were still witnesses present. The problem is ... Now even she thinks it's a little strange. Whether Jing Jiu has anything to do with the death of that Kunlun disciple, she is not sure.

Just look at Zhao Layue's efforts to kill people in the past few years without blinking, and then think about the death of Shi Fengchen the other day, who knows what Jiu Jiu will do.

The mountain she used to know is now strange.

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Towards the song city at night.

The peach blossoms of Jingjue Temple have already ended, and the peach blossom lights on both sides of the passage leading to the deepest are still on.

An old monk walked towards the end of the stone road. It seemed slow, but it took him a few breaths to reach the door of the quiet room.

He adjusted his breathing, pushed in the door, and looked at the picture in front of him with a smile of relief.

Today, Zenzi finally sat cross-legged.

Although he only crossed his knees, the main reason was that he could sideways look at the pile of sticks.

"Not listening, it should be A. elegans."

The old monk knew that there was some urgency in this matter, and without any delay, he directly stated his conclusion.

The old monk Shi Hai, who had served Dao Sheng for decades in the small town in the north, said that the understanding of the monsters in the Snow Country has no stronger Guocheng Temple than him.

It is for this reason that Zenzi needs his advice.

Adiantum is a kind of worm in the depths of the Snow Country. It looks similar to the ears and lives in the body of various snow beasts, but the carapace is extremely strong. As for the lethality of horror, it is far different from listening.

If that Kunlun disciple is encountering A. elegans, without any precaution, it is indeed difficult to reason.

Zen looked up and asked a little puzzled, "Isn't this bug always by that side?"

The old monk Shi Hai knew who the Zen said was, and said with a dignified expression: "Also, the nematode has not appeared for many years, even if there were occasionally a few that got into the ground when the beast tide receded. Department, but this is the early summer, and you should sleep for a long time. Why do you suddenly wake up? "

With his eyes wide open, Zenzi said, "Where do I know the answer?"

The old monk Shi Hai smiled bitterly and said, "Is this going to be another beast tide this year?"

Hearing the word "Beast Tide", Zenzi looked more seriously, and said, "I've asked Du Haishi's nephew to take a look."

The monk crossing the sea is the chief of the law hall of Guocheng Temple. No one knows that the Zen monk has gone to the north silently.

The old monk Shi Hai was worried and said, "Would you like to end the Dao war ahead of time?"

This year's Meihui was hosted by Zenzi himself.

Only he is qualified to end this fight with a single sentence.

Zenzi looked at the pile of sticks on the couch, reached out and held one at will, and then pulled it out.

The old monk Shi Hai suddenly felt very nervous.

Hundreds of wooden sticks just collapsed without making a loud noise.

Zenzi looked at the messy wooden sticks and didn't speak for a long time, it seemed that he couldn't decide.

Guocheng Temple is best at communicating with each other.

Zenzi's cultivation in this regard is even more unfathomable.

Such hesitation is very rare.

"Write a letter to those who need to know and prepare them."

Zenzi was quiet for a while, and continued, "Let's wait for Cao Yuan's letter."

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The cold bird's eyesight is extremely sharp.

The four little black dots on the snow field seemed to be close to him.

It can see the dust on their clothes, the residual snow on their boots, the fatigue on their faces, and the blankness in their eyes.

What it doesn't understand is why is the young man in the front so clean?

No dust, no residual snow, no fatigue, no emotional ups and downs.

This is something that the three of Yin Qingmo couldn't understand.

Of course, they have more things they don't understand.

After the death of Dai Yin ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Jing Jiu, who had been sitting in that mountain for more than ten days, seemed to suddenly figure out something and began to march into the snowfield.

The tragic death of the companion did not destroy the will of the three young practitioners, but it still made them feel a little dazed and naturally began to listen to Jing Jiu's ideas.

Jing Jiu didn't take them to hunt the monsters in the Snow Country. He had encountered them two or three times on the road, but he didn't take a look.

He seemed to be on his way.

Where is he going?

If he was in a hurry to go, why did he walk as usual without speeding up or risking his sword?

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The sky was getting dark, and the Han bird had already left.

Jing Jiu stopped.

The three men behind stopped quickly.