The next day, the sky cleared. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe mountains are verdant green, and the mist that permeates the mountains also dissipates under the morning sun. On a mountain rock in the back mountain of Zhongnan, Zhao Zhijing was dressed in a white robe and his eyes were slightly closed, sitting cross-legged on it. The air flowing from its nostrils gently brushed the grass around the rocks like a wisp of breeze.

As the morning sun rises in the sky, the day's morning class also ends at this moment. Zhao Zhijing's slightly closed eyes slowly opened, those eyes were like warm jade, with a trace of warm jade flow, although there was no compelling sword light, but a thick and calm aura emanated from the eyes.

Now that the accustomed morning class has ended, Zhao Zhijing does not have too strict requirements for himself at this time, he reached out and grabbed the Purple Emperor Sword on the side, hung it on his waist casually, and his figure disappeared from the huge mountain rock in a flash, only to see a white light and shadow flash, and Zhao's figure had already stepped out of several feet. Between the ups and downs of the figure, Zhao Zhijing's figure had already left far away and headed towards Chongyang Palace.

At this moment, the Chongyang Palace of Zhongnan Mountain, with the morning bell ringing in the morning, the end of the morning class, the most lively time of the day came. For the many Quanzhen Sect disciples, except for the head of the sect and the elder Quanzhen Seven Sons and Seven Sons, the others, even the True Sect disciples, had to go to the unified canteen for breakfast.

Pushing open the door of his small courtyard, what greeted him was a red shadow, although Li Mochou did not follow the morning class of the Quanzhen Sect like Zhao Zhijing at this time, but the plan of the year lies in the spring, and the plan of the day lies in the morning, as a person in the rivers and lakes, his own cultivation naturally cannot be left behind.

In the small courtyard, she had a long sword in her hand that flashed with cold light, the sword was three feet three inches long and two fingers wide, not much different from the long sword made by ordinary people in the rivers and lakes, but the cold light of its whole body, she naturally knew that this was a rare divine weapon.

Looking at this shadow in front of him, Zhao Zhijing didn't bother interestingly, just holding his Purple Emperor Sword in both hands, leaning against the courtyard wall, with a smile on his face, looking at Li Mochou who was dancing with the sword in the sunshine at this time.

I saw the long sword in Li Mochou's hand tremble, and suddenly the sword body exposed by the cold light trembled slightly, and a sword flower suddenly bloomed in the cold light. The red figure flickered and moved, and the long sword continued to stab out heavily or lightly. At this moment, the long sword in Li Mochou's hand was like a flowing cloud in the sky, and with that breeze, the clear stream between the mountains naturally derived.

Li Mochou, who danced the sword, put all her mind into the long sword in her hand, and a set of jade swordsmanship of the tomb of the living dead in her hands, with a different charm, at this moment she was set off by the sword light, and she was not the flame-like body in the past. The fiery red dress sets off its temperament, like an iceberg snow lotus.

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing didn't know if Li Mochou at this time was real, or if it was true that he was looking at him at that moment in the past. It's just that none of this matters, what matters is that the person in front of you is still the person in your heart.

Just when Zhao Zhijing was leaning on the courtyard wall, his eyes were intently looking at Li Mochou who was dancing the sword at this time, a cyan figure came from not far away, with a slight smile on his face, and he saw Zhao Zhijing who was focused at this time from a distance, and suddenly Yin Zhiping walked quickly.

When he came to Zhao Zhijing's side, he patted Zhao Zhijing on the shoulder with one hand. I didn't want to stop in mid-air, looking at Li Mochou with his eyes on the dean, as if a magic force was attracting his gaze, and he couldn't move away a bit.

With the long sword in Li Mochou's hand returned to the sheath, Zhao Zhijing turned his head, and when he saw Yin Zhiping, who still had a slight strange look on his face at this time, he laughed and said, "Is there something wrong with Zhiping?"

Yin Zhiping is not a stupid person, and if he is stupid, he will naturally not be able to be a true disciple of the Quanzhen Sect. Hearing Zhao Zhijing's words, he immediately hid the strangeness on his face, and said softly: "The morning class is over, all the senior brothers are going to breakfast, so I'll come to see if the senior brother has gone." ”

Zhao Zhijing suddenly laughed and said: "Speaking of brothers, I haven't been here in Zhongnanshan for a long time, and I miss the breakfast here a little, since it's a coincidence today, let's go together!" After saying that, Zhao Zhijing greeted Li Mochou, who had already put away his long sword at this time, and the three of them walked out.

Time passed, everything familiar kept appearing in front of Zhao Zhijing's eyes, he tasted the breakfast he missed, and took Li Mochou to browse in the Chongyang Palace of Zhongnan Mountain, and time slipped away unconsciously, the sun in the sky had set, and a little starlight flashed in the sky.

Zhao Zhijing, who took Li Mochou's little hand and sent it back to the small courtyard, had already come to the main hall of Chongyang Palace alone, there were already seven figures sitting in the main hall, on a small bronze incense burner, a small letter incense was about to burn out, it seemed that the seven sons of Quanzhen had been waiting here for a while.

Stepping into the main hall, Zhao Zhijing, who closed the door of the hall with his hand, bowed and said: "Disciple to meet the master, to meet all the uncles and uncles, the disciples are late today, let the master and the uncles and uncles wait here is the disciple should not be!" Suddenly Ma Yu had not yet spoken, and Sun Buer, who was beside him, suddenly said: "I know that we are waiting for you here, and we are still so late!"

Although Sun Buji is the only Jurchen among the seven sons of Quanzhen, he is also the person with the most fiery temper. If it weren't for the fact that Zhao Zhijing's cultivation and past form were appreciated by the seven sons of Quanzhen, and Zhao Zhijing's sister-in-law Zhao Xinting was Sun Buer's disciple, thinking that this Sun Zhenren would have been furious at this moment, and he would have accused Zhao Zhijing that he should not take Li Mochou to Zhongnan Mountain.

Zhao Zhijing smiled slightly and didn't answer, but looked at the authentic Sect Leader Ma Yu at this time, and said slowly: "I think the Sect Leader has already known what I told you today!"

"Well, your master was already able to talk to me this morning" Hearing Zhao Zhijing's words, Ma Yu, who was sitting on the futon, looked at Zhao Zhijing with gentle eyes, and said slowly.

Immediately, Ma Yu stood up from the futon, the expression on his face became serious, a trace of essence flashed in his eyes, and he swept his eyes and listened to him say: "In that case, everyone come with me!"

In the secret room behind the Chongyang Hall, several arm-thick candles are constantly burning on the candlestick, illuminating the small secret room. At this time, the seventh son of Quanzhen looked at Zhao Zhijing with two eyes, and Wang Chuyi, who was Zhao Zhijing's master, had a smile on his face, nodded slightly at Zhao Zhijing and said, "Zhijing take it out!"

Hearing Wang Chuyi's words, Zhao Zhijing smiled slightly, reached out and took out a book from his arms and handed it to Ma Yu opposite. Ma Yu, who was holding a thin book, seemed to be weighing as much as a thousand pounds in his hand, and everyone swept it and saw three words clearly falling on the book - innate skill!

Since Wang Chongyang, it has been lost from the Quanzhen Sect, this huge world, only the Southern Emperor, that is, the current Master of a lamp, has its scriptures, and today it returns to Zhongnan Mountain from the hands of Zhao Zhijing, which is a major event for the Quanzhen Sect at this time, a major event that cannot be made public.

Ma Yu, who was holding the cheats, had a smile flashing on his face, and swept away Zhao Zhijing, who was smiling at this time. Suddenly, his eyes fell on the cheats in his hand, and he hurriedly opened it. Suddenly, familiar words appeared in front of him, and the lost exercises appeared in front of him again, and suddenly there were tears in Ma Yu's eyes. (To be continued.) )