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Due to the busy reason of this year, he only read it through and did not really start cultivating, but the current situation is very different, after experiencing a few battles, Fang Nan also realized the importance of the singleness of his means and the strength of his divine sense.

After all, in addition to the two killer weapons of soul flame and rune treasure, the rest of his magic weapons are not necessarily very sharp, and after cultivating this exercise, it is needless to say that his divine sense is enhanced, and more importantly, he can use puppets to help fight, and the enhancement of his strength is obvious.

Yun Ji Pavilion was not much away from the small courtyard where he lived, and it was only less than two sticks of incense before he stepped into the courtyard gate.

His eyes swept over the courtyard, and everything seemed to be the same as when he left, but he didn't see the rest of the people, and the autumn leaves in the corner of the wall withered, adding a bit of coldness.

Seeing this scene, Fang Nan estimated that the few fellow disciples who were in the same courtyard as him were also sent out, and it was normal that they hadn't come back yet, so he didn't think much about it, closed the courtyard door casually, and stepped into the room.

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Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, two months have passed.

Winter is quietly approaching in the alternation of the seasons.

The first snow of early winter is very large, the snowflakes are like a mat, covering the sky, it rains for two days and two nights before it stops, and when the daylight reappears in the clouds, the mountains and mountains are already covered in silver, and all eyes are white.

There is a small pavilion under the mountainside of Chiyan Peak, which is rumored to be built by the "Purple Moon Zhenren" who broke out of the prestige in the Great Zhou Dynasty in the Yuqing Sect, and has been standing in the mountains and forests for thousands of years, and even the last time the dragon fell, it was not damaged in the slightest. Every sunny and early frost, there is purple gas around the top of the pavilion, free in the meantime, such as to the fairyland.

At this time, in the small pavilion, there is a small red clay stove in the middle, the boiling water is boiling, and the aroma of wine spreads from the pavilion.

On a circle of futons next to the stove, there are five or six figures, all dressed in green shirts, with dusty temperaments, or closing their eyes and concentrating as if they are in a state of flux, or silently looking at the snow scene from afar, so quiet that they are like ice muscles.

The snow outside the pavilion was extremely thick, and when the sound of the falling snow came from the ancient pine next to it, the boiling water on the red clay stove also boiled again, and the purple-robed Taoist priest led by him smiled slightly when he saw this, extinguished the fire, and poured all the wine cups on the case, and flicked his fingers, and one of the green ant wine fell into his hands.

The rest of the people did not make much politeness, and took their own cup and drank it all up.

The purple-robed Taoist priest wore a pure yang scarf on his head, with a long beard on his chin, and he looked like the most immortal wind Dao bone.

This person is the contemporary head of Yuqing Sect, a native of Yunyang Dao.

The rest of the people present, such as the gray-robed man from Chiyan Peak, the red-clothed man from Qingyun Peak, the black-robed girl from Hidden Sword Peak, and the white-clothed woman from Liuyun Peak, were all among them, and they were all foundation-building monks of the Yuqing Sect.

In the case that the elders of the sect have been in seclusion for many years, these people are undoubtedly the decision-makers of the affairs of the Yuqing Sect.

"Yes, yes, the wine is mellow and soft in the mouth, no wonder it is called the first wine in the mortal world of Jiazhou, this kind of taste, even the monkey wine I made ten years ago is not as good. Yunyang Daoren put down the wine glass in his hand, felt the warm aroma of wine escaping in his body, and couldn't help sighing and praised.

"Hehe, I think the taste of the wine is a little rough, it's just a vain name, the monkey wine of the senior brother in charge is a spirit wine made from dozens of spirit grasses, how can it be compared with this mortal thing. The red-clothed man put the wine glass back on the case, rolled his eyes, but said with a smile, "It's been so many years, the snow scene in front of you is just right, why don't you take out the two jars of monkey wine and satisfy everyone's cravings?"

"On the side, the old man's monkey wine will not be opened until it has been thirty years, who is willing to give it to you?" Yunyang Daoist glanced at him and sneered.

"Hmph, it's a big deal, one day I'll dig it secretly while you're no longer there. The red-clothed man muttered.

"What did you say?" Yunyang Daoist narrowed his eyes and raised his sword eyebrows.

"Ahem, nothing, drink, drink. ”

The red-clothed man sullenly poured himself another glass of green ant wine and poured it down.

"Okay, it's still business. The woman in white glared at the red-clothed man angrily, pointed a little, and the wine glass shot back, landing steadily next to the stove, and then she looked at Yunyang Daoren, and said with a slight frown: "It's been almost three days, and there is no news from the Thousand Machine Sect?"

Yunyang Daoren's face also gradually became serious, and he shook his head and said: "No, I only came back from Qinyang City yesterday from Uncle Lishi, and the armistice agreement has been formulated to the end, but at this time, there are even fewer people from the Thousand Machine Sect, so I have to postpone it for a few days." ”

"Still postponement, don't they know that for every extra day of delay, tens of thousands of spirit stones will be consumed?"

"That's the matter of the predecessors of Yudan, and I don't know too much. Yunyang Daoren frowned and sighed, "I just hope that this war can be ended here, but I didn't expect it to be such an absurd reason in the end, so I waited for so many losses." ”

"Hmph, in the end, can it evolve into the current situation, isn't it still a matter of Taiqingmen's attitude?" The red-clothed man also snorted angrily, and said indignantly: "Since the demon beast is here to seek the mountain and river sword, why don't you explain the reason to us in advance?" The people above want to take this opportunity to weaken the coastal sect Lao Tzu can understand, why should even our Yuqing Sect suffer from unwarranted disasters, and should we be a branch of the Immortal Sect?"

If it had been placed a few months ago, the words of the red-clothed man would have caused others to change color and reprimand, but now after saying it in this small pavilion in the snow, the expressions of so many foundation building monks present were gloomy, and no one opened their mouths to refute it.

"Forget it, don't talk about these things. ”

After all, Yunyang Dao people are the most sophisticated in their state of mind, seeing that the atmosphere in the pavilion has become dull, they slowly spoke, and changed the topic with a light sentence: "Which junior brother is in charge of the affairs of Linchuanfang City, and how is the construction?"

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, all the attention was attracted, and one after another eyes fell on the gray-robed man of Red Flame Peak. (To be continued.) )