The Path Toward Heaven

The three of Yin Qingmo were shocked, and the magic weapon flew away.

They rushed there as fast as possible, Jing Jiu was already there.

Dai Yin was lying on the snow, with no vitality. Several cracks were cut by some sharp objects on his face, blood and flesh were blurred, and he looked extremely miserable.

The cord was broken into dozens, scattered around his body, and there was a tiny black hole in it, whose depth was unknown.

The little black shadow should have escaped into the ground along this black hole, and the speed was so fast that even Jing Jiu's sword knowledge could not be embellished.

The cold wind screamed, hitting people's faces with snow particles. It was extremely cold and there was silence in the field.

Before participating in the road warfare, they all knew the relevant knowledge and confirmed that as long as they did not enter the hinterland of the snowfield, they should not encounter too strong monsters. The little thing that flew out of the carapace of the snowfoot beast is how to hear it. Horrible, even Kunlun School's magic weapon can't hurt it, but was broken into dozens?

There was a lot of uneasiness and fear in Yin Qingmo's heart, and he looked at Jing Jiu subconsciously.

Jing Jiu looked at the dead body in the snow silently, and confirmed once again why the man wanted to let himself come to the snowfield to participate in the road war.

As he and Zhao Layue once said, here is the most life and death.

This is at least one reason.

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After the summer, Chaoge City gradually became sultry, but the practitioners of Xishan Curie did not have to worry about this problem.

In the gentle breeze summoned by the formation method, how do you feel hot when you admire Hanmei in the painting under the gallery?

As time went by, the plum blossoms in those paintings became more and more, which attracted a lot of praise.

Each painting represents several practitioners who participated in the Taoist war. Because of the different styles of action, the pictures presented are naturally different.

The painting where Luo Huainan is located has the most blooming plum blossoms and the Tonglu painting has the densest plum blossoms.

Even those paintings that only open two or three small plums and show a little shabbyness also have a stubborn meaning.

Only that painting remained blank.

A bell rang, and the practitioners stunned slightly, immediately understood, and walked out of the corridor to the pavilions in the mountains.

Some big figures come to appreciate the paintings, and they need to avoid them temporarily.

Standing in the mountain forest, looking at the looming figures under the distant gallery, the practitioners talked a lot, wondering what the big men would say.

Soon those big figures' evaluation of Mei painting came here, and the most important thing is the evaluation of Zen.

Chan Zi had the highest evaluation of Bai Zao and praised: "This painting is well-proportioned and has bones, which is the most beautiful."

The practitioners were a little surprised, thinking that Luo Huainan's performance was the best. Why did Zen Zi think he was not as good as his sister?

After a moment of meditation, thinking of the symmetrical word in that sentence, people vaguely understood the meaning of Zen.

Luo Huainan is indeed very strong, with more than a dozen plum blossoms on a cold branch, but the plum blossoms of the rest of the companions are not many, and the whole painting looks a little uneven.

On the contrary, the distribution of plum blossoms in Bai Zao's painting is very uniform, which means that she is very clear about her companions' ability and can give full play to their strength.

Judging by the right leader in the future, she is indeed better than Luo Huainan.

"What does Zenko say about Jing Jiu?"

A famous monk said the most curious question in everyone's mind.

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The young monk walked under the gallery with his hands on his back, his bare feet fell on the ground, and made a crackling sound, just like a naughty boy who came to walk.

But no matter whether Kunlun sent the head or the Guogong, these big figures in the monastic circle followed him honestly and did not dare to speak out at will.

The young monk walked to a painting, stopped, and looked at the branches and large blanks on the painting, showing a faint smile on his face.

Nan Wang turned away without expression.

The other big figures were inconvenienced to say something in front of her, but the expression looked like a smile, and the meaning was very clear.

During the Meihui battle, Qingshan Sect's performance has always been extremely strong, but this time the usual main force-those genius disciples at Liangwang Peak, failed to register because of Jing Jiu.Zhao Layue, who promised to participate in the Dao War, was forced to quit because of that matter.

Since Jing Jiu played, of course, there is no doubt Qingshan representative.

It's just that his current performance, not to mention the shame on Qingshan, is really unavailable for comment.

Because of certain things that year, the head of Kunlun did not like Jing Jiu the most. Looking at the blank painting, he felt happy and sneered.

Nan Wang glanced at him and said nothing.

He quickly played the round and said: "I don't know what happened or what happened to my companion."

"I can't solve the problems in the team, but I am dragged down by my companions. It is also a problem."

Kunlun's head sneered and said: "As Zen said, leadership is not enough, even if the kendo talent is high, it will be embarrassing."

Nan Wang raised her eyebrows slightly, ready to say something.

At this moment, the young monk suddenly sighed and attracted everyone's attention.

"It's said that my old man is lazy afterwards."

The young monk looked at the painting with emotion and said, "It seems really lazy now."

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Zen Zi left Xishanju and returned to Jingjue Temple.

His evaluation of Jing Jiu also echoed in Xishan Curie.

Practitioners are speechless, thinking about this reason or the excuse is really new, but why do they always feel the meaning of rogue?

But Chan Zi opened his mouth, who dares to question?And look back, to see how Jing Jiuyi is no longer lazy, what kind of plum blossom will be painted.

At this time, a painter hurried out from the depths of Xishanju.

Practitioners know the identity of the painter, and looking at the dignified expression on the face of the painter, they can't help but be a little surprised, thinking what could have changed?

The painter walked directly to a painting that had been followed for many days, raised the pen, and randomly drew a plum blossom in the blank space.

People were surprised and went around.

The plum was very small, and looking down the branch, it saw an unknown name, and everyone murmured.

Although the plum is very small, and the low-level snow country mobs were not killed by Jing Jiu himself, after all, it was a beginning.

The truly shocking thing is behind.

After painting the plum blossoms, the painter did not leave, but changed a new pen, dipped in ink, and drew a black line on the name very seriously.

There was silence under the rain corridor, and there was no sound.

The road war finally began to die.

Who is Dai Yin?

Why is Jing Jiu's team again?

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At the highest point of Xishanju is a Lingyun Qifeng, outside the bar is full of floating clouds, which cannot cover the scenery of Chaoge City.

Kunlun's head stood by the fence, his eyes narrowed, his face extremely cold.

Dai Yin was a disciple who was specially trained by Kunlun. As a result, he died like that. There is absolutely something wrong with it.

He must ask Qingshan Sect to give himself an explanation.