In the night, three people stood in the forest. The pen and fun pavilion www.biquge.info wiped away the trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, and there was still a slight smile on his face, and the gentle eyes in his eyes looked at Zhao Zhijing, who was slowly dancing in white robe at this time.

Although the world is vast and there are many geniuses, there are only geniuses who opened their ancestral knacks in their twenties and opened up the sea of knowledge like Zhao Zhijing. Jin Gong is also such a genius, although he is much older than Zhao Zhijing, but he is also a rare genius in the world, at this time in his opinion, Zhao Zhijing is the same kind of person, regardless of the sect where they are at this time, but a sense of sympathy is still derived in his heart.

Zhao Zhijing smiled, swept the bright moon in the sky, and said softly: "The master is late tonight, and it is not convenient to sleep in this mountain forest, why not follow me to Zhongnan Mountain to rest for the night, and tomorrow I can have a discussion with the master." ”

The breeze was light, and he felt the sincerity in Zhao Zhijing's words, without the slightest killing intent. At this time, Jin Gong is just a newcomer who has just arrived in the rivers and lakes, and when he sympathizes with each other, he naturally has no mustard in his heart. Hearing Zhao Zhijing's words at this moment, there is naturally no reason to refuse. Thoughts flashed in his heart, and then he nodded slightly at Zhao Zhijing, and said softly with the Buddhist beads in his hand: "Then disturb the donor!"

Hearing Jin Gong's words, Zhao Zhijing smiled slightly, took Li Mochou's little hand with one hand, and led the way, and the three of them looked for the way they came under the light of the bright moon and stars, and went towards the Chongyang Palace of Zhongnan Mountain.

Time passes, the stars disappear, the moon disappears, and the half red sun rises from the eastern sky, and a new day naturally comes.

On the top of Zhongnan Mountain, a green pine stands, and the pine needles under the morning sun still have wisps of dew, shining with wisps of brilliance in the sun. A small mountain rock is located next to the green pine, and a yellow figure sits on the mountain stone, only to see that when it breathes out, the wisps of mist fall into the air.

At this moment, the golden mace under the morning sun was exposed to the skin outside the monk's robe, and the wisps of dragon elephant roared slightly. If it weren't for the breath he breathed, he would still be the Vajra Buddha statue in the temple at this moment.

On the green pine trees one foot away, the top of the tree like an umbrella canopy. A white figure sat on it, and when he looked closely, Zhao Zhijing at this time only had a pine branch the thickness of a little finger, but his figure was motionless like a rock, only the white robe swayed slightly with the morning breeze.

Zhao Zhijing, who is above the green pine, constantly spits out the old and accepts the new in the morning sun on the horizon. Wisps of purple mist continued to seep into Zhao Zhijing's mouth and nose, and the purple qi containing vitality fell into the dantian with his breathing, and after a week, it merged into the innate true yuan, and even the five-colored lotus sitting down by the innate god in the sea of his consciousness was also shining with wisps of light, as if he was breathing, and before he knew it, he saw that the power it emitted was also becoming slightly thicker.

The morning sun had already risen from the eastern sky, and suddenly a round of golden sun hung in the sky. The wisps of warm light on Zhao Zhijing's face above the green pine also disappeared at this moment. The slightly closed eyes also opened at this moment, and a five-colored lotus phantom flickered between the pupils and disappeared.

Zhao Zhijing, who stood up from the green pine, opened his mouth and spit out, and suddenly saw a mist sword formed by white mist spit out from Zhao Zhijing's mouth, sliding out of the air, and then slowly dissipated in the morning breeze. As the breeze blew and the fog sword dissipated, a fragrance suddenly spread.

Zhao Zhijing's white figure flashed, like a feather, falling to the ground from the green pine several feet high, without the slightest sound. At this time, the golden mace sitting on the mountain stone also slowly opened his eyes, and a ray of golden light flashed on his pupils, and then it was already confiscated. Seeing Zhao Zhijing's figure on the side, Jin Gong suddenly clasped his hands together and smiled slightly.

Knock! Knock!

Three huge bells rang, Zhao Zhijing on the top of the mountain smiled slightly, and said: "The master's morning class should be over, so please ask the master to taste my Chongyang Palace's rough breakfast!"

At noon, the sun was shining, and the scorching sun was scattered on the ground, and even Jungnan Mountain felt the scorching heat.

At the gate of the Quanzhen Sect of Zhongnan Mountain, a golden monk in a yellow monk's robe put his hands together and said: "Thank you to the donor! The little monk will say goodbye, if the donor comes to my Tibetan land in the future, the poor monk will definitely fulfill the friendship of the landlord." ”

When Zhao Zhijing heard this, he immediately laughed and said: "The master is serious, if he comes to Zhongnan Mountain in the future, only Zhijing is here to welcome the master at any time." Hearing Zhao Zhijing's words, Jin Gong titheed with both hands, and then turned to leave, without a trace of stopping, like a cloud in the sky, wandering in the sky with the breeze. Seeing Jin Gong's figure disappear in front of him, Zhao Zhijing turned around and left, walking towards Chongyang Palace on the mountain step by step.

"Senior Brother Zhijing! Senior Brother Zhijing!" Zhao Zhijing, who was walking slowly on the road, heard someone calling his name, and when he looked up, he saw a cyan figure galloping in front of him.

Coming to Zhao Zhijing's side, Yin Zhiping, who stopped his figure, ignored the flushing on his face, and said, "Senior brother, the real person in charge of the sect will let you go to the main hall of Chongyang Palace." ”

"Senior brother knows what happened to the master to let me go to the main hall?" Zhao Zhijing suddenly turned grim when he heard this, and asked. "I don't know, but the head teacher asked me to inform my senior brother. Hearing Zhao Zhijing's words, Yin Zhiping hurriedly replied.

Hearing that Yin Zhiping didn't know what to do, the true yuan in Zhao Zhijing's body suddenly turned out, and the true golden goose skill was already out, and his figure had already jumped out of a few zhang in a flash. Looking at Zhao Zhijing who was dodging away, Yin Zhiping's face was slightly stunned, and he suddenly drank: "Senior brother wait for me!" and then made a light effort and chased after Zhao Zhijing.

Stepping into the main hall, Zhao Zhijing swept his eyes and saw that the figure of the seven sons of Quanzhen was already in the main hall, obviously waiting. Seeing Zhao Zhijing's figure, Ma Yu said softly: "Zhijing is here!"

Suddenly, Zhao Zhijing's face turned grim, and he bowed and said, "I don't know what the sect leader is calling disciples to come here?" "It's not a big deal, but today I heard that there is a monk in Chongyang Palace, I don't know where this person is now?"

"Qi Yu Zhangjiao, this person is a disciple's friend, the disciple has already sent him down the mountain just now, I don't know what is the matter with the master?" Hearing Ma Yu's words, the expression on Zhao Zhijing's face did not change in the slightest, and he replied gently.

Hearing Zhao Zhijing's words, Wang Chuyi on the side suddenly shouted softly: "How can Zhijing be so rude, you will answer well when the master asks you." "Zhijing is fine, let's stop here today!" Ma Yuwen said, and then waved his hand to let Zhao Zhijing leave. Looking at Zhao Zhijing's departing figure, Ma Yu's eyes flashed with a hint of strangeness, and at this time, he knew in his heart that the figure in front of him was not just a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, and an invisible barrier had already appeared between the two.

And the king on his side, at this time, his heart was already clear. Just like his words that night, this little Quanzhen Sect could no longer keep Zhao Zhijing's figure, and the secret book of the innate skill was not brought back to Chongyang Palace by Zhao Zhijing himself, or it was used to repay the kindness of Chongyang Palace for more than ten years, and only Zhao Zhijing himself knew. (To be continued.) )