Before the night was deep, the residents of the town had not yet slept, and many courtyards were still lit up, and the sound of bamboo cards being pushed on the table could be faintly heard.

The waves of the water hit the waves, stirring up countless dark flowers, and Daze was so quiet at night.

The mussel shell should have sunk to the bottom of the lake, so it's hard to find.

Even if Jing Jiu can use some of the power of the Seal of the Hades Emperor now, there is no point in it.

Zhao Layue walked up to him and asked, "Ran away?"

Jing Jiu said, "Well, but it's not him who wants to kill. ”

Zhao Layue was a little surprised, thinking that there are only a few people in the world who are worthy of your personal action, who else can it be if it is not Emperor Xiao?

Jing Jiu turned and walked towards the town.

There is a very decent medical center in the town, and there are some flowers carved on the side of the plaque, and those broken flowers are pierced by a thin branch, I don't know if it's paulownia or what.

In the middle of the night, the medical hall was closed, but naturally it couldn't stop a few of them.

The guy rubbed his eyes and got up from the bed, and before he could complain, he saw Jing Jiu's face.

He rubbed his eyes again, screamed softly, and quickly woke up the doctor.

It didn't take long for several dossiers to sit on the table, all of which were important pieces of information that the Shutter had gathered recently.

Gu Qing opened those files and sorted them out carefully.

Zhuo Rusui yawned boredly.

Zhao Layue stood at the door of the medical hall with Ah Da in her arms, looking at the street.

Jing Jiu said, "Where is Huiyuan?"

"After the incident at Guocheng Temple, I knew that you might ask, so I kept looking into it. The doctor said with a bitter face: "Although Master Huiyuan is the Supreme Elder of Tonghua Temple, he has been traveling around the mainland in the past few decades, and his whereabouts are nowhere to be traced, and it may take some time. ”

After leaving the medical hall, Jing Jiu suddenly asked, "The curtain man is from the imperial court?"

Zhao Layue was a little surprised and said, "You don't know?"

Jing Jiu said: "I should be able to think of it, but I've been used to them over the years, so I haven't thought much about it." ”

Zhao Layue was silent for a while, and said: "Master Huiyuan should be an important person in the Immortal Forest, he can hide for so many years, and he can't find out if he wants to come to the shutter for a while, let's go back to Qingshan first?"

Jing Jiu didn't want to go back to Aoyama.

When I returned to Qingshan, I had to explain the matter of the Hades Master to Yuan Qijing, which was very troublesome.

And he said to Zenko that he wanted to try again.

He said, "Go somewhere, I'll take you to practice." ”

Hearing this, Zhuo Rusui didn't react, while Zhao Layue and Gu Qing were a little surprised, thinking that what this sentence said was like a teacher who cared about the progress of his disciple's cultivation...... The question is, apart from throwing a book of swords at the beginning and holding two discussions, when did you ever take care of our cultivation?

Ah Dadu opened his eyes and looked at him, thinking to himself, what is this trouble?

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At the junction of Yu County and North Huazhou, there is a mountain range that stretches for thousands of miles, and from the northernmost pass is Juye City, and to the south is the prosperous Central Plains. The difference between the climates is also clear, with lush forests in the south and steep cliffs in the north, with snow at the highest peaks even covering the entire year.

For the military, the geographical location here is very important, but it does not have much significance for cultivators who can fly freely, there are no big spiritual veins here, only sparse spiritual energy, so there are only two or three very unknown small sects in the beautiful mountains and forests in the south, and there are occasional traces of loose cultivators and evil cultivators in the cliffs in the north.

The sword light illuminated the peak, and Zhao Layue fell, and under her deliberate control, the Fu Si sword did not emit a striking blood light.

"Seventy miles to the north, there is a mountain demon fleeing north, there is no smell of blood in the cave, I didn't cut it, someone in the south sensed it, didn't dare to come. ”

The elders of those small sects were at most in the Wuzhang realm, and they sensed their existence where they dared to come.

Jing Jiu sat down cross-legged and began to practice with his eyes closed.

"Right here?"

Zhuo Rusui looked at the snow layer above, looked at the desolate mountains and rocks around, and felt ridiculous, the aura here is so thin, why do you have to come here to practice?

Just as he was talking, Zhao Layue and Gu Qing had already sat down beside Jing Jiu and closed their eyes.

Ah Da consciously climbed on top of Jing Jiu's head.

Zhuo Rusui felt even more ridiculous, thinking to himself, didn't the master of the family say that he wanted to take everyone to practice together? Could it be that practicing together is really ...... What does it mean to practice together? You don't have any elixirs for us? You don't have any sword immortal secrets or anything like that to teach us?

Thinking about it this way, no one listened to him at this time, so he had to sit down.

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Three hundred and seventy miles to the south, there was a very small sect called Xuantian Sect.

Zhou Yundui is the only three generations of elders of the Xuantian Sect, and he is extremely talented, and he has cultivated to the late stage of Jindan, and the realm of the Qingshan Sect is the first realm of Youye.

Not to mention that in today's Xuantian Sect, even since the founding of the Xuantian Sect, there is no one who is higher than his realm.

A few years ago, he was impatient with the affairs of the sect and passed the head of the sect to the young disciple Lu Jin.

Since then, he has been practicing in the back mountain with the best scenery and the most spiritual energy, and few disciples have the good fortune to meet him and get his guidance.

But in the past two days, many Xuantian Sect disciples have seen that the master ancestor is not in the cave mansion, but standing on the bluestone on the edge of the cliff.

He was silent at the snowy peak high up.

Zhou Yundui's name is very poetic, standing on the bluestone and standing in the wind, and the appearance of his clothes is even more fairy.

The disciples looked at the picture over there, their hearts filled with admiration, and whispered about what had happened.

The most speculation is that the patriarch's cultivation has reached a critical moment, and he is comprehending the truth between heaven and earth, and he may break through the realm at any time.

The entire Xuantian Sect knew that the late stage of the Patriarch's Jindan had been completed, and it was impacting the most dangerous and difficult pass in the Yuan Infant Stage.

Thinking of this possibility, Xuantian Sect Master Lu Jin issued a strict order that all disciples should not approach the bluestone.

If someone can walk in front of that bluestone at this time, they can find that their ancestor Zhou Yundui is not comprehending the truth of heaven and earth.

He looked at the snow peak, his face was a little pale, and he whispered to himself.

"Which family is this...... It stands to reason that I should go and visit me, but if it disturbs the cultivation of my seniors...... That's a big sin. ”

Zhou Yundui looked at the peak half-hidden by the clouds and mist, and muttered: "It's just that the aura of heaven and earth here is so thin, even if I can only rely on pills to maintain it, why did the senior immortal master come here?"

It stands to reason that with his realm, he couldn't even detect the arrival of Jing Jiu and the others, but that day he practiced quite smoothly in the cave mansion, and his mind was unimpeded, and he subconsciously scattered his divine consciousness among the mountains and forests, and happened to meet Fu Sijian.

Immortal-level flying swords like Fu Sijian, not to mention personal contact, he has never seen it, and he doesn't know that the other party is definitely a powerful character that he can't afford to provoke.

Fortunately, although the aura of the Fu Si Sword was slaughtered, it was obviously an immortal magic weapon, not an evil cultivator, and he was not worried that the other party would come to destroy his mountain gate.

Zhou Yundui looked at the peak, his mood was extremely complicated, envy, unwillingness, and jealousy, and the expression on his face was constantly changing.

Eventually, all the mood came to an end, and then calmed down.

At this moment, a sudden rain fell from the sky.

Judging by the time and season, this may be the last autumn rain of the year.

Zhou Yunwan was still standing on the bluestone and did not leave.

He couldn't see anything, but for some reason, he wanted to see it a little longer.

Maybe it's because he knows it's a landscape he will never see.

The summit can be reached.

The scenery is different.

Cultivating a Yuan Infant from Jin Dan is a threshold that most cultivators cannot cross.

The rain fell on his face, slowly dripping, not as sad as tears, like clean water washing away the dirt and making him more calm.

Although you can't get there, your heart yearns for it, so why not?

Suddenly, he felt something unusual, reached out to catch some rain, and found that there was ...... in the rain Contains a faint aura!

His hands trembled slightly, and he wondered what was going on?

There is no complete spiritual vein here, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has always been thin, why is there spiritual energy in this rain today?

Those aura is extremely weak, but they can really feel the existence!

Zhou Yundui's hands trembled more and more, and he suddenly turned around and shouted at the disciples and grandchildren in the Xuantian Sect: "Everyone come to the rain!"

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After that autumn rain, it didn't rain again, but within a few days, it began to snow.

As the snow line gradually moves downward, there is a lot of snow in the relatively warm Namsan Mountain, let alone near the peak.

Somewhere sat four people side by side in front of a cliff, covered in snow, like snowmen.

Of course, the white cat on top of a certain snowman is still a white cat, just a little swollen.

Suddenly a sword flew in the southern sky.

The snowman raised his right hand, took the white cat down, and took the sword book.

Ice and snow fell, revealing the face.

The wind and snow added some color again.

Zhuo Rusui also woke up.

He raised his hands in front of him and watched quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

There was a soft buzz, and the Boat Swallowing Sword appeared between his hands.

The gray lines on the sword body have obviously become much more agile, like a salted fish about to turn over.

He was silent for a long time and asked, "You used to practice like this before?"

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(Let's practice together, study together, be happy together, come together in the rain, the world will be happy, and I wish you a happy weekend.) ）

(End of chapter)