The heavy snow has finally stopped.

The disciples who removed the snow arrived at their respective places one after another, and different colors of spiritual light began to flicker in Dongyao Mountain.

A young man who practiced the seventh layer of qi waved his arms, and a large patch of snow turned into liquid, which immediately caused a burst of exclamations.

"Senior Brother Shaoxuan, you have made so much water that it will freeze at night, it is better not to sweep it." The fat friar closest to him shook the water stains on the corners of his coat and complained incessantly.

The disciple named Shao Xuan raised his eyebrows, "Snow melts faster when it encounters water." Who is going to wait for the ice to freeze, just dry the ground when it is fully melted. ”

The fat monk was so stunned by him that he was unhappy, "Anyway, I'm your senior brother, can you have a way of talking to your senior brother?" ”

Shaking Xuan "hehe" twice, his arm was raised towards the fat monk, and a square thick cardboard appeared in his hand.

There were no words on the cardboard, just a full drawing of a human face, a human face rolling his eyes. From the fat friar's point of view, the man's face was facing him. The fat monk became angry, and he also took out a piece of cardboard and threw it at Shaoxuan.

His expression on it is much more interesting, it looks like it has taken a new level of ugliness, but it can express contempt, helplessness and provocation at the same time.

Shao Xuan sneered, and with a flash of inspiration in his hand, he changed to an expression and drew it. It was a small bust of Chu Yingluo, and the painting was very realistic. The meaning of "disobedience to the war" overflows the picture.

The fat monk took a deep breath and waved two expressions with his hands in unison.

The surrounding disciples turned their heads to watch this emoji battle while removing the snow.

On the stone staircase separated by a few bushes, Changlin Zhenjun shook his head and sighed involuntarily. "These kids are really ,......。"

Mingxin Immortal Venerable's helpless move back then actually became a kind of popularity.

Time is a terrible thing.

He felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, but he still hoped that these disciples would never understand the mood of Mingxin Immortal Venerable.

What could be more important than a peaceful year?

Changlin Zhenjun walked to the Heroic Spirit Tomb in front of Taiyi Peak with his head down. The fellow disciples who fell in Cangwu that year were also buried here. The Great Sacrifice had already been held in the early hours of the morning, and now he wanted to come and see Tianying Zhenjun alone.

When he walked to the Immortal Tomb, he noticed that there was another person in front of the corridor on the side, with incense.

Chang Lin walked over and saluted, "Disciple Chang Lin has seen the first Supreme Elder. ”

Su Jinge turned his head and bowed slightly, "Come and see Tianying Zhenjun?" ”

"Yes." Changlin answered, raised his eyes and looked at the two tablets in front of Su Jinge: Xu Zixuan of Taiyi Peak and Xu Ziyun of Cangmu Peak.

Changlin Zhenjun actually saw Su Jinge here. Like him, she often comes here alone for some time after the festival. It is usually a separate sacrifice to the true monarch of Ningxin. Sometimes she can be seen paying tribute to other people. This is the first time I have seen her sacrifice these two disciples.

This row is dedicated to the monks who guarded Fuguang back then.

Changlin Zhenjun was very surprised. After Su Jinge finished worshipping, he explained a few words to him abnormally. "Back then, I promised to wait for these two little girls to build a foundation, and then give them a gift. I didn't expect to find their names here today,......。 ”

Su Jinge sighed and took out two fan-shaped magic weapons, put them in front of the two spiritual seats and burned them.

Changlin Zhenjun was taken aback, "Immortal Venerable, these two magic weapons are superb. ”

Su Jinge nodded, "But whoever I'm going to give it to will fall." It's better not to keep such things. ”

Changlin Zhenjun still felt sorry, but he didn't say anything anymore.

Both of them were in a heavy mood, and they each burned paper and incense and said no more.

Su Jinge had already paid tribute, and after burning the two fans, he was ready to leave. She walked to Ning Xin Zhenjun's tablet and said goodbye before raising her feet and leaving. In the huge place, only Changlin Zhenren's own chatter remained.

"You said you wouldn't accept an apprentice like me. But Changlin regards you as a master in his heart. ”

"Changlin doesn't have a master. If it weren't for Elder Taishang to make those genius earth treasures, people like me wouldn't have been able to form a pill. In Fuguang for so long, only you are willing to teach Changlin. ”

......。

Su Jinge did not return to Taiyi Peak, but went to the direction of Lingshui Peak. While walking, I thought that if the ancestor was still alive, this headache in front of me would not be a problem.

At the beginning, she said a sentence and wiped out all the fierce beasts that gushed out of the sky. It's just that it's still too late.

There is not much time for the candle to reverse, and even less than you can imagine. She had only been back for half an hour. At that time, Cangwu had already flowed into a river of blood, like purgatory. By the time she arrived, countless monks had already been martyred. Both the Buddha and the Wu Niang were seriously injured, Chonghua Zhenjun's body was torn to pieces, and the Yuan Ying barely survived under the protection of Xue Yu and Zi Mei.

The little Yuan Infant had been sleeping in Xiaojing Peak for hundreds of years, and he had used countless treasures of heaven and earth, and finally woke up in the autumn of last year.

Su Jinge was happy, but then she had a headache.

It is not easy to find a body that is not morally correct and very suitable. It took so much effort to find a body, but Chonghua Zhenjun only gave six words, "It's so ugly, I refuse." ”

After that, two bodies were found one after another, and Chonghua Zhenjun only glanced at it, and threw out two words, "Ugly refusal." ”

On the third time, Su Jinge felt that her forehead must have twitched too much, causing her brain to twitch too. She actually said, "It would be nice if the disciple would use the lotus root to pinch your body." ”

So the "if" that Chonghua Zhenjun directly ignored, was very happy to find a tool, and planned to carve the new body himself.

Su Jinge hurriedly explained, but before she could exit, Zi Mei took out a large number of lotus roots like a trick. Seeing a Yuan Infant and a fox happily studying the material, Su Jinge suddenly didn't want to explain.

Instead of explaining, it is better to step up and find some cases and exercises to rebuild with the body of a primordial infant to Chonghua Zhenjun. When he was inspired again, it was much more practical and useful to study a method of recultivation that suited him than to persuade him hard.

After sending the case exercises, it has been twilight since Xiaojing Peak came down. Su Jinge picked up the drunk Wu Niang from under Baiguo Peak and walked towards the peak.

The cold outside of the style after the snow is also exceptionally sweet.

Wu Niang shook her head vigorously and raised her head from Su Jinge's shoulder, "Master, are you back?" Don't you live in Taiyifeng today? ”

"Hmm."

"Just now Zhenyuan Zhenjun came to beg for wine, and I took a jar of ten autumn to him."

"Hmm."

After walking for a while, Wu Niang's voice suddenly became louder, "Master, can you not hold me like a child?!" ”

Su Jinge said, "Okay." Then Wu Niang's screams rang out.

After a long time, Wu Niang's voice came from Baiguo Peak again, "I heard that Yikong is now a little old man again." ”

"Wu Niang?"

"Master, you don't have to comfort me. I know that the beings of the Six Realms are bustling, and how many people can get what they want? I just feel bored. ”

"Didn't you dislike Zen Master Ichikong for a long time?"

"I'm pretending. He's different from the beauties he used to be, I don't know what's so good about him, but I just like to be around him. ”

"You don't like to be in the sun, too."

“......。”

"Wu Niang, have you ever thought that Zen Master Yikong is a natural Buddha and has merits for many lifetimes. There was a great light in him. I'm afraid that it's not just you, all the golden crow beasts will be attracted to him. ”

The stars lit up one by one, and the cold and sweet wind blew across Baiguo Peak, sweeping off a layer of snow flakes that squeezed on the fruit branches.

Wu Niang's voice passed through the layers of branches, and it was still extraordinarily loud, "You said before that you wanted to buy me noodles." ”

"You said you didn't want to."

"No, you're mistaken."

Fuguang on a winter night hides countless warm hustle and bustle in the silence. The night sky after the snow is exceptionally clear, even more lofty and vast.

Duan Qingya sat on the ridge of a roof, and the wine burned out a hearty feeling.

I don't know which disciple blew a bamboo flute, and the song drifted far away along the cold night wind. He patted the jar and sang an old song to the song.

"I remember when I was young,

Light shirts, thin wines, and swords.

......。

Baiguo Peak, Su Jinge leaned against the door and listened.

In the cave, Wu Niang was jumping up and down looking for spirit stones.

Looking at Wu Niang, who had regained her vitality, Su Jinge laughed slightly. She thought that after the master had figured out the exercises for Yuan Ying's recultivation, she would start the retreat. [End of the whole book without kidding]