The Path Toward Heaven

In a courtyard of Xishanju, the girls of Qing Rongfeng are chatting about the news of Taoist war.

They said that the brows fluttered, the melon seed shells flew everywhere, and the tea in the pot did not know how many times it was changed.

Nan Wang came in with cold frost on his face.

Qing Rongfeng ’s rules have always been strict, but looking at the appearance of Lord Feng, the disciples dare to neglect and quickly put down the cups and seeds in their hands and salute in unison.

Nan Wang sat in his chair and looked at these flowers and jade girls, and said in a bit of anger: "Look at you, no wonder that the sword test conference performed so badly, that you can't even grab a quota for a road war. What do you come to Chaoge City with me, come play? "

The girls thought that these people were not eligible to participate in the road wars, and Qingshan did not participate in the four piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and calligraphy.

They didn't worry until they knew why Nan Wang's mood was so bad.

The Meihui Daoist battle is inherently dangerous. Every time, young monks die, but this year is too early to die?

Moreover, Uncle Jing Jiu is the safest in the last place. Why did the Kunlun disciple with him die?The most troublesome thing is that the Kunlun disciple just killed a snow country monster and died. It is easy for people to have a bad association, especially for conspiracy theorists.

"I heard He Wei was very angry and asked us to give an explanation."

Nan forgot to take a picture on the table, and said in a cold voice: "Give him a fucking generation!"

The girls stood with their heads bowed, but they just didn't hear the words.

He Wei is a famous taboo of the head of Kunlun.

It stands to reason that Nan Wang should give the other party some respect.But they have long been accustomed to the master's unbridled style of acting. On Qingrong Peak, on the weekdays, the master is angry and even the head teacher has to say a few words, not to mention the head of the other factions.

After visiting Qingshan in March of that year, Nan Wang's temperament had already converged a lot, but she was her own disciple around her body. She didn't want to suppress her emotions anymore, sneered and said: "Death is to lose, life is to win, this is Dao Zhan , What does he want to explain? "

A beloved female disciple persuaded: "In this case, it is inevitable that Uncle Xiao was criticized by others. When the news of the Cold Bird comes back, it will be fine."

The No.1 bird is a Kunlun school township alien bird. He is naturally not afraid of severe cold and yin. He is quietly resting in the Jiuyou Hantan on weekdays. Only during the May meeting every few years will he be invited out to monitor the snowfield. The situation, to determine the location of those young practitioners, in some of the most dangerous moments will also take action in person.

In fact, Nan forgets to understand this point. The Horner Bird is Kunlun's own ancestor. He Wei can't always say that he lied, and even if he didn't see the situation at that time, there were witnesses on the scene.The problem is ... Now even she thinks this thing is a little strange. Jing Jiu has nothing to do with the death of the Kunlun disciple. She is not sure.

Just look at Zhao Layue ’s vigorous killing on the journey in those years, and then thinking about the death of Shi Fengchen a few days ago, who knows what Jing Jiu will do.

The mountain that she used to be familiar with has now become very strange.

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Chaogecheng into the night.

The peach blossoms of Jingjue Temple have long since finished, and the peach blossom lights on both sides of the passage leading to the deepest are still on.

An old monk walked towards the end of the stone road, which seemed to be slow, but in fact it only took a few breaths to reach the door of the quiet room.

He adjusted his breath, pushed the door in, and looked at the picture in front of him, showing a smile of relief.

Today Zen Zi finally sat cross-legged.

Although he only crossed his knees, the main reason was to make him look sideways at the pile of sticks.

"It's not ears, it should be clematis."

The old monk knew that the matter was a bit urgent, without any delay, and directly expressed his conclusion.

The old Buddhist monk, Shi Hai, once served Daosheng in the small town in the north for decades. When it comes to understanding the monsters in the Snow Kingdom, the entire Guocheng Temple is no stronger than him.

It is for this reason that Zenzi needs his advice.

Clematis is a kind of worm in the depths of the snow country. It looks similar to ears and lives in the body of various snow beasts, but the carapace is extremely strong. Even the sword of the Qingshan Sect can not be cut open.As for the lethality of terror, it is very different from the ears.

If the Kunlun disciple encountered Clematis, it was really hard to be fortunate if there was no defense.

Chan Zi raised his head and asked a little, "Isn't this kind of bug always around?"

The old monk of Shi Hai knew who the Zen man was referring to, and said dignifiedly: "And the nematode hasn't appeared in many years, even if there were so few occasionally that when the tide receded into the ground deep At this time, it is early summer, and it should be a long sleep. Why did it wake up suddenly? "

Zenko opened his eyes wide and said innocently, "Where do I know the answer?"

The old monk of Shihai laughed bitterly and said, "Are this year another big beast tide?"

Hearing the word Beast Tide, Zenzi looked more serious and said, "I have asked the nephew of the crossover to see it."

The monk crossing the sea is the chief of the law hall of the Guocheng Temple, and no one knows that this Zen monk has quietly gone to the north.

The old monk of Shihai worriedly said, "Do you want to end the Taoist war in advance?"

This year's May Fair was presided over by Chan Zi.

Only he is qualified to end this Taoist war in one sentence.

Zen Zi looked at the pile of wooden sticks on the couch, stretched out his hand to hold one, and then pulled it out.

The old monk of Shihai suddenly felt nervous.

Hundreds of wooden sticks collapsed in this way without making much noise.

Looking at the messy wooden sticks, Zenko didn't speak for a long time, and he seemed unsure.

Guocheng Temple is the best at heart.

Chan Zi's cultivation in this area is unfathomable.

Such hesitation is very rare.

"Write a letter to the ones that need to know and prepare them."

Zenzi was quiet for a while, and continued: "We wait for Cao Yuan's letter."

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The cold bird's eyes are extremely sharp.

The four little black spots on the snowfield seemed to be close to them.

It can see the dust on their clothes, the snow on their boots, the tiredness on their faces, and the blankness in their eyes.

What it doesn't understand is why the young man walking in the front is so clean?

No dust, no residual snow, no fatigue, no ups and downs.

This is something that Yin Qingmo and the three people don't understand.

Of course, they have more things they don't understand.

After Dai Yin died, Jing Jiu, who had been sitting in that mountain for more than ten days, seemed to suddenly figure out something and began to march into the snowfield.

The companion's tragic death did not destroy the will of the three young practitioners, but it still made them feel a little dazed and naturally began to follow Jing Jiu's ideas.

Jing Jiu didn't take them to hunt the snow country monsters. He had encountered two or three times on the road, but he didn't take a look.

He seemed to be on his way.

Where is he going?

If he is in a hurry to go, why is he still walking as usual, not speeding up, nor risking his sword?

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The sky was getting dark, and the cold bird had already left.

Jing Jiu stopped.

The three people behind stopped quickly.