Mingxin Sect.

Sui Kurong sat under a golden tree, the tree was twenty zhang high, and the dense canopy could almost cover the sky. The autumn wind comes with a bleak atmosphere, blowing the golden dead leaves off the trees, sometimes drifting and sometimes falling, changing postures and swaying until the leaves return to their roots.

A wisp of wind blew, and Sui Kurong's clothes couldn't move a bit, like a stubborn stone giving people a feeling of lack of life. The wonderful thing is that when a leaf falls off, Sui Kurong, who is like a dead thing, suddenly gives people a wonderful feeling of coming to life in a blink of an eye.

Not only comes to life, but also "moves", no matter how much you breathe in, no matter how the wind blows, it is exactly the same as the rhythm of the leaves falling down. Even, the whole person is "alive" and integrated into this side of the world.

A golden withered yellow leaf fell above Sui Kurong's head. Sui Kurong is this leaf, falling in this world.

Jin Hongxue stood silently aside, quietly feeling the rhythm in this scene, the subtle transformation of vitality and dead silence. With his cultivation, he only faintly noticed that Sui Kurong seemed to have some diligence that he couldn't describe.

Jin Hongxue stood here waiting for Sui Kurong to wake up, and he would come and wait for a moment every day, for fifty-eight days in a row. During this period, Sui Kurong never woke up once.

Everyone said that the Jade Void Sect was strong, how many strong people were strong in crossing misfortunes, and how many strong people were strong in breaking the void. If there is really something to do in normal times, Jin Hongxue believes that the Jade Void Sect will not be able to send even half of the strong people in the meeting for a while.

It's not that there isn't any, it's not that it can't be convened, it's that everyone is cultivating, and they can't cooperate with it in terms of mere time.

If a sect can summon half of the strong people at a certain point in time, it can be called a fairly planned sect.

Don't look at Jin Hongxue's fifty-eight days, in fact, Sui Kurong just took a nap and took the time to deduce his skills. If a strong person really cultivates behind closed doors, it will take three or five years to cultivate. Even decades are not surprising.

What kind of sect is the strongest person in a family who is not the sect master or the patriarch? Of course, there are many reasons that are difficult to explain, but one of them is inconspicuous but of great practical significance, which is that the cultivation is different, and the view of time is different.

The result of crossing the realm of doom and becoming the sect master is that it takes one or two years to cultivate at a time, and when you wake up naturally, the entire sect may be destroyed eight hundred times.

Jin Hongxue thought about her heart. The breath under the tree changed slightly, Sui Kurong slowly opened his eyes, and the air flowed rapidly, with an extra kind of condensation: "Hongxue, something?"

"Ancestor, it's going to be the meeting of the Baili Cave Mansion soon. Jin Hongxue said in a condensed voice: "Look, Zong Changkong ......"

"Baili Cave Mansion, so fast. Sui Kurong was slightly stunned, and his expression was a little ugly. I don't know if I remembered Zong Changkong, or because of something else: "It's time to make arrangements." Hongxue, you were right before, Zong Changkong is too dragging his feet. ”

When Jin Hongxue said before, he never expected that the sect would suffer such a heavy loss, and the loss of the last war was to worry about it once: "Actually, the disciples also have things that are not well considered, after all." The sect is determined to win the Great Light Sword......"

Jin Hongxue didn't finish speaking, and Sui Kurong also understood that he stood up and stretched his muscles. While stepping on the golden dead leaves, he walked slowly and slowly straightened out his thoughts: "Sansheng Dao and Huangquan Dao are here, igniting the flames of war. Whether the sect can climb higher and stronger ranks is the most critical period, and if you are not careful, your achievements will be wasted. ”

"Zong Changkong lives for one day, and he will restrain the strength of the sect for one day!"

And. It is the most powerful force that is contained.

Previously, the Boundless Vacuum Lock had eight ends and could have eight seats to participate in the suppression. Normally, one Doom Crossing Strong and seven Void Breaking Strongmen can suppress Zong Changkong. But now, the vacuum lock destroyed the two ends of the Luoxia Sect, leaving six people at the six ends. If there are less than two or three crossings, there is no hope at all.

Thanks to the Mingxin Sect and the Star Dou Sect, they are big sects, there are many people, they can use the wheel battle method, and there is a strong foreign aid of the poor Wuyue at the end. Otherwise, Jin Hongxue and the others would have already felt desperate about the suppression of Zong Changkong.

What's more, Zong Changkong is simply a madman, a madman, and a demon. has been suppressed for many years, and his cultivation is actually improving rapidly, and it is more difficult to deal with every time, and no one is confident that he will be able to trap Zong Changkong next time.

However, with Zong Changkong's character, if he escaped, one thousand percent of them would be desperate to kill the Mingxin Sect Star Dou Sect with a river of blood.

Zong Changkong must die!

Sui Kurong's tone was solemn: "Over the past few years, have you found any clues to the Heavenly Sect?"

"There are some. Jin Hongxue said in a deep voice: "Xingtian Sect turned into pieces and fled, it's not easy to find." After getting some clues one after another, he arrested a few people from the Xingtian Sect, and finally tortured some clues, and knew that he had three locations such as the Dongwu Desolate Realm. Investigation is now ongoing. ”

Jin Hongxue was narrating, and a diehard named Su Man swished in his mind, that guy named Su Man was really loyal to the sect, and even killed a few people who were caught with him, and then committed suicide......

Sui Kurong nodded with satisfaction: "It's best to have clues, continue to investigate, and find out the whereabouts of the remnants of Xingtian Sect." In order to avoid the resurgence of the remnants of the Xingtian Sect, in addition, the Great Bright Sword is very important and cannot be lost. ”

"Zong Changkong must die!"

"The old man will personally come forward and invite the strong to kill Zong Changkong!Hongxue, this meeting of the Hundred Miles Cave Mansion will decide whether or not you can successfully kill Zong Changkong, you must send the most outstanding young disciples to participate. ”

Sui Kurong's face was full of murderous intent!

............

The autumn rain is dyed with a slight chill, with a kind of heart-piercing cool taste, and the slightest spill from the sky is like a bead curtain.

Tan Weiran stood barefoot in the muddy field, and stood up hard, only to feel that his waist was sore. was soaked by the wet and cold autumn rain, and his bare skin shivered involuntarily.

"Here you go. Not far away, another field flew a coat and a hat, accompanied by the good-natured laughter of several monks and farmers: "Xiao Tan, I told you a long time ago, don't stand up on a rainy day, wearing this coat and hat is a little ugly, but it is more convenient." ”

"Hurry up and harvest the rice, it's not too late to talk nonsense when the harvest is over. It's okay to charge a little more. ”

Tan Weiran, who came to help with a sore back, hammered his back a few times, sighed and wanted to ask for his own hardship, and bent down again to help harvest the rice.

With his cultivation, he would not have been so tired and tired. However, this is a spiritual field, and the soil on the ground is like a diamond, and the cultivation is almost impossible to dig the soil. Of course, the planting is also a mouth-watering spiritual plant.

Tan Weiran, who was struggling to harvest the rice, didn't notice it, and Ji Laixuan and Chen Yang walked on the hillside not far away, looking at the interesting scene of a handsome young man making him muddy like a stinky pig, and couldn't help but smile and give Chen Yang two brain collapses: "If you kid is diligent and studious, how can you only have this cultivation." ”

Talking about the disciples, Ji Laixuan's cold eyes gradually brought satisfaction and admiration, and he did not hide his appreciation for the conversation.

Talking about Weiran, a rich and noble boy who has not suffered since he was a child, is a well-deserved young genius, he is actually interested in farming, and he tried it himself. Whether it's a momentary curiosity or an eternal interest, it's so worth appreciating!

When Tan Weiran was a little jerky to harvest the next ears of rice with a jade sickle, Ji Laixuan paced to the ridge of the field, took a few sickles with warm color and luster, and handed them over: "You try a few sickles, see which one is easier and easier." ”

The sickles were held in the palm of their palms, and the special feeling of the wood came into his heart, Tan Weiran was slightly stunned, the wooden sickle, but next, the sickle handed by Ji Laixuan was jade, metallic, and even had a cold ice texture.

The sound of harvesting is beautiful, and the careful conversation gradually captures the characteristics of different textures.

The sharpness of the metal, however, with a knife down, the spirit plant vaguely has a certain amount of vitality flowing.

The wooden ones can be harvested at the same time, sealing the flow of vitality, but it is too dull and too difficult to harvest.

The texture of the ice is good, and if you compare it carefully, everything of the jade is stained and more balanced. No wonder the tools used by people to harvest spiritual plants are mostly jade.

Even if it is the same jade, different grades have different differences. After carefully perceiving the differences, Tan Weiran chose the one that was the most comfortable and labor-saving to use, Ji Lai Xuan Ha Lu laughed: "You are the Spirit Wandering Realm, and any scythe is also undoubted for you." ”

"But!" Ji Laixuan put away his smile and asked seriously: "If you are looking at the micro realm, or even the human realm, which one is the most labor-saving in your mind?"

Tan Weiran smiled dumbly: "Below the Imperial Qi Realm, no matter which one of them comes to harvest rice, it will definitely be difficult for twelve points, and it will not be able to support it even for an hour." ”

Ji Laixuan sighed deeply, looking at the few farmers who were busy harvesting in the field, and his eyes welled up with deep sadness: "For so many years, none of the tools that others asked the old man to refine were used for people's livelihood. ”

"Everyone loves to eat spiritual plants, but no one asks those who have lived their lives to eat the spiritual plants they planted. ”

"Everyone likes clothes woven from seven-colored silk, but no one cares whether the people who raise silkworms have worn them!"

Ji Laixuan's faint every sentence containing a certain emotion can always hurt people's hearts, and even hurt their hearts.

However, what made Tan Weiran even more upset was what was hidden behind these words, and he took three steps back on the spot, and while his clothes were really angry, his tone was almost frozen:

"Master, you are a disciple of the Bright Dao?!"

Talking about Weiran's imminent vigilance is indeed very exciting, Ji Laixuan was stunned first, and couldn't help but laugh when he heard the words, and waved his hand again and again: "No, no, you want to fork." The old man is a disciple of 'farmer's practical learning', and he has absolutely nothing to do with the way of light. ”

Tan Weiran was slightly stunned: "Practical learning?"

Frankly speaking, Tan Weiran's expression as if he was facing a great enemy was too funny, and Chen Yang on the side couldn't help laughing, almost laughing. Even if you don't like the way of light, you can't be nervous.

People who think like this would never have guessed the status of the Dao of Light in the Three Thousand Desolate Realms like a rat crossing the street. (To be continued......)