Just after the Shangyuan Festival, there are still some lanterns outside the home under the mountain that have not had time to pick up.

Yesterday evening, there was a new cold rain, and in the morning, the muddy water froze, and there was not much wind and dust when walking on the dirt road in the countryside.

On the path, there are Mongolian schoolchildren carrying cloth bags, going to the direction of the private school in twos and threes, occasionally someone steps on the ice, slipping under their feet, and a crisp laughter comes from a distance.

The school in the village is open from the beginning of winter and will close as soon as the first month of the following year passes.

It's not that Mr. Private School is strict, but he has to temper the minds of the disciples when the weather is cold and freezing, because every year only when the autumn harvest is over, the villagers have grain, so they have spare money and free time to invite their own children to go to Mr. to study and read.

Even though the weather is freezing and the hands and feet are long and cold, the children are rarely bitter, and this is about the happiest time for them in a busy year.

The children can go to the gentleman to listen to the school, but the adults still rarely have to stop their hands, the women nest in the house to weave cloth and shoes, and the men still have to go to the fields every once in a while, and they also have their own work, or make some traps in the mountains and fields, hoping to catch one or two live creatures and sell them to those who like nourishment and health, or simply go to the big houses to do short-term work for others to earn some hard-earned money, and occasionally when they are free, they sit on the bluestone pier at the door of their house and smoke two puffs of dry tobacco, and bask in the sun by the way。

When the woman wearing the robe of the stars passed by, she did not deliberately hide her heavenly appearance, and the man who came out to bask in the sun happened to see that the cigarette bag fell to the ground without noticing.

It has been nearly twenty years since spring, and the village is still as cold as ever, and the trees are all cold branches, and there is no sign of recovery.

However, on the Nanhua Mountain not far away, there is already a reckless hazelnut and verdant anti-time scenery.

Perennial clouds and fog, the green Nanhua is the abode of the immortals, there are often immortals who come out to subdue demons and subdue demons, Shi Yun and rain, although the surrounding villages are not rich, there is no disease and no disaster for generations, from year to autumn, there can also be a good harvest, so everyone is grateful and awe of the immortals in the mountains, that is, those hunters who have been hunting in the mountains for a long time, and never touch a grass and tree on the mountain.

Slowly came to the mountain gate, and it was still the long stairway that could not accommodate two people in parallel.

"The north is as peaceful as ever, but I'm a little uncomfortable. ”

The woman smiled lightly and muttered to herself, with three points of joy in her tone, two points of dazedness and five points of self-deprecation.

The space rippled like water waves, and a figure appeared in front of the woman.

It was a young man who looked like he had just reached the crown, he stood quietly in front of the woman in the robe of the stars, his eyes clear and deep, and his shabby but clean pale gray coarse linen clothes still could not hide his peerless abundance. With a gentle smile on his face, the man bent down slightly and gave a senior salute to the woman.

"If the High Priest is not happy with his stay in the barbarians, he will come back. ”

The woman's face was as usual when she heard this, but she was on her left hand behind her back, and her middle finger jumped slightly.

"I remember a thousand years ago, you were just a fledgling and just a little guy in the Yuan Dan Realm, how do you know about this kind of thing?" Yue Yun said.

The man smiled lightly, did not answer the other party's question directly, but extended his hand and said: "My fool is filial, a few days ago, I happened to send someone a pot of eight-hundred-year-old plum blossom brew, it is boring to drink alone, let's talk while drinking?"

Yue Yun looked at the man in front of her, the myth is introverted, the Tao is hidden, and like her, she is already at the peak of string movement.

"Emperor Fu, Lan Fengyu, the northern realm is really full of talents. ”

Yue Yun nodded in agreement, and the figures of the two disappeared, and wisps of white mist rose from the ground.

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Nangong Jing's injuries recovered quickly, and a large part of the reason was that she had an incomparably solid foundation of cultivation, as well as Dongfang Key's healing elixir and the help of Xinghuo.

It's just that even so, she still couldn't catch up with the first two games, so that she was originally only losing one game to Jiang Ning, and directly accumulated three negative games for her, which has not happened in the Southern Regions competition over the years.

In previous years, if someone was injured and couldn't play the next game, Cloud City would choose to adjust the number of games to give the injured enough time to recover.

For this point, Dongfang Key also went to Qiao Shuye to question, and the response was that the southern border of the Great Shu Dynasty had started a full-scale war with the barbarians, and every moment of delay, countless people would die because of it, and you Lanquemen disciples just lost two victories because of this, and others lost their lives!

Dongfang Key was also speechless for a while.

In fact, in the duel above the gimbal, as long as the blue light in the contestant's body judges that the player's life is not in danger, he will not activate the power of space and move it under the gimbal.

Yes, although Jiang Ning's trick Xinghai looked like it could take ten lives of Nangong Mirrors, in fact, she didn't have to worry about her life at all, and the reason why she moved Nangong Mirrors to the sidelines after the two of them fought against each other was not caused by Jiang Ning's [Xinghai], but because the time for the amplification secret technique called the Six Extremes Xuanhuo Body was up, and under the backlash of the secret technique, her physical condition further deteriorated, and her life was in danger.

This point, others don't know, but Nangong Jing herself understands, because although she lost, and because of this, she lost three victories in a row, but she didn't put the blame on Jiang Ning, after all, opening the secret technique to attack Jiang Ning was a choice she made at that time, and the price of casting the Six Extremes Xuanhuo Body, Jiang Ning didn't know, but she understood it from the beginning.

On the first day of the game, because most of the attention was on Xu Yuanshuo and the black-clothed boy Wang Hu, Jiang Ning did not notice more potential opponents, after three games today, there were still four battles in the morning, but the order of the game was a little behind, and after Ji Shiyu mentioned it, Jiang Ning came to the No. 5 ring and met a person who made him feel that he might be more tricky than Nangong Jing.

It was a monk.

is different from Zhu Ji, who always claims to be a Buddha, but eats meat to see women, this person, judging from his appearance alone, is a great monk who is completely fake.

With a scar on his head, a smooth head is in the shape of a wooden fish in his hand, wearing a gray and white plain monk's robe, holding a wooden fish hammer on his right wrist, with a string of six yellow wood incense beads, if you don't look at the color and material, it is quite similar to the black bone beads on the wrist of the black-clothed young man Wang Hu.

"The monk's law is over, and the enemy is against people, with only a pair of fleshy palms, from yesterday to now, there have been ten battles, among the ten people, one of them is similar to the strength of Xu Nan who was defeated under you, but no matter how strong or weak the opponent is, none of them can go through ten rounds under him. Ji Shiyu said in a deep voice.

No. 5 Canglang Yuntai is not far from No. 6, Ji Shiyu actually discovered the existence of this person the day before, but yesterday there were seven games, and the monk's opponent can only be called a general one in this Cloud City, and any one of them can win within ten rounds, and there is no high reference value, so he has been delayed until now before he is willing to talk to Jiang Ning.

"The monk who finished the knot, whether it was his name or his palm, there was an awe-inspiring killing intent, this is a monk from the Discipline Hall, right?" Jiang Ning teased.

In fact, although the name is murderous and the moves are also domineering, the monk has a gentle smile on his face from beginning to end every game, as if there is nothing in this world that can make him feel troubled.

Ji Shiyu has long been accustomed to Jiang Ning's unnutritious trash talk, and only looked fixedly at the center of the thirteen gimbals, on the Xuanguang mirror where the battle scene of the No. 5 gimbals was placed.

The fat man Zhu Zhu had just finished a fight, and his fat head came out of the middle of the two, and he followed their gaze and looked at the No. 5 cloud platform above the sky, looking a little strange.

"What, do you know my senior brother?"

Jiang Ning paused for a moment, pointed to the monk on the cloud platform, and said in surprise: "This is the senior brother you went to see yesterday?"

The fat man shook his head and said, "This is my second senior brother, my senior brother has released his law number, and he is now in the thirteenth Canglang Yuntai." ”

"So, you're the third child?" Ji Shi said.

The fat man shook his head, the fat on his face trembled, and said, "I'm the eldest, and I'm the eighth in the door." ”

Jiang Ning was taken aback, glanced at the finished monk in the sky, and said, "So, above you, there are seven guys like him?"

Ji Shiyu also showed a look of interest, Zhu Ji's talent and strength are very clear to them, in terms of age, he is a few months younger than Jiang Ning, but in this big competition, he can at least rank in the top fifty.

In other words, this fat man's ability is to be placed among the top sects of the four major sects, and he is definitely the best among the core disciples, and the proud protégés that the sect focuses on cultivating.

Such a person, if there are eight in a sect, or even the other seven may be more powerful than Zhu Ji, even if there are now Qingxuan and Lanque Sect, they will probably sigh to themselves.

The fat man rolled his eyes, "If it's really what you said, then the Buddha and I can walk sideways in this Southern Thirteen Kingdoms Competition." ”

"Isn't it?" Jiang Ning breathed a sigh of relief when he asked.

"Of course not," Zhu Ji said: "The third, fourth, fifth, and sixth are all daughters, and they have been married early, how can they have kung fu practice? As for the seventh, the seventh died in less than a stick of incense, and the three of us who came to participate in the big competition this time are the three of us!"

Jiang Ning was a little dazed when he heard this, and said angrily: "Why are there still women? Are you senior brothers or brothers?"