The Path Toward Heaven

As the sun rises, the cold fog finally disperses completely, and people's eyes look out with the fog. I saw more than ten snow-footed beasts fall to the ground, which has long been dead.

Among them, the higher-order snow-footed beast, which was obviously larger in size, was bombed by Bai Zao as a treasure, leaving only half of his remains.The four snow-footed beasts through which the heads were pierced should have been killed by Yao Songshan using the Qingshan swordsmanship.The deaths of the remaining snow-footed beasts are even more miserable, with broken limbs and split armor, and blue blood flowing everywhere.

The stone stained with poisonous blood has fine bubbles and a loud noise, and the picture is terrible.

What is even more shocking is that there are still corpses of snow-footed beasts in the outer periphery. There are one or two tens of feet apart, which continues to hundreds of feet away.

A similar picture can be seen faintly even further away.

How many snow-footed beasts died?

People only realized that it was n’t that something happened last night when the voice outside the fog disappeared, but he went to kill those snow-footed beasts?

They looked at Jing Jiu, their eyes full of shock, even Yao Songshan.

The thick fog last night was so cold that it could even isolate the consciousness, which was extremely detrimental to the practitioners, and the snow-footed beasts could not be affected by instinct.

How did he do all this?

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Jing Jiu and Bai Zao stood side by side.

One is fluttering in white.

One white skirt fluttered.

Those young people looked at this scene with a smile on their face, who would not like such a beautiful picture.

The dear girl of the Zhongzhou School, the swordsman wizard of the Qingshan Sect, is really a pair of wall people.

"Who do you support?"

Xuan Ling Zong disciple asked Yao Songshan with wide eyes.

"I don't know what you are talking about." Yao Songshan said.

The female disciple of Xuan Ling Zong pouted, expressing disdain.

Yao Songshan thought blankly, although Bai Zaoqiang was good, but of course she had to support Uncle Zhao.

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The pictures of Jing Jiu and Bai Zao standing side by side are beautiful, but the pictures they see are not so.

The corpses of snow-footed beasts covered the snow with more disgusting blue juice than moss.

But they didn't care, and their initial conversation had nothing to do with the scene in front of them.

"You promised me that night and stayed still for a while," Bai Zao said.

Jing Jiu appeared very promptly. She didn't even use Jin Dan, and her injuries were not serious. After taking some medicine, she quickly recovered.

Jing Jiu thought about what she said that night and said, "I didn't move Bulao Lin."

Bai Zao looked at him and said seriously: "You have no evidence that Shi Fengchen is involved in this matter, then you should not move him."

Jing Jiu said: "You also have no evidence."

What this means is that many people in the Zhongzhou faction suspect that Shi Fengchen was forced to death by him.

Bai Zao said: "You should be very clear, because Shi Fengchen simply can't move the Lao Lin."

Jing Jiu said: "Yes, I know he has contact with the people in Jingxin Mansion."

Bai Zao's expression was more serious, and said: "Are there no evidence, are you still planning to move the prince?"

Jing Jiu said: "In fact, I moved him first, and then these things."

So whether looking from the Prince's side or from there, Zhao Layue was assassinated because of him.

Bai Zao felt the need to think carefully about the content of this sentence.She stopped discussing this issue and pointed to the holes in the snow, saying, "The snow-footed beasts from last night did not come out of the canyon, but from the depths of the ground."

Jing Jiu said, "What do you want to say?"

Bai Zao said: "The clematis that you encountered, and the snow-footed beast last night, may have been left deep in the ground during the beast tide."

Jing Jiu said, "Can you sleep for so long?"

Bai Zao said: "As long as it is buried deep enough."

Jing Jiu asked: "Why do they come out? It can't be awakened by the battle of Dao."

Bai Zao said: "I don't think they want to attack us, but they want to return to Xueguo, but they just met us. Although I don't know what happened to Xueguo, the monsters who have been sleeping deep for hundreds of years will wake up collectively. , Must be a major event. "

Jing Jiu thought, he really should come over and see.

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At noon, the sun is too strong to be suitable for meditation and retreat.

Teachers and disciples of various schools came out of the courtyards of Xishanju one after another, walked under the rain corridor according to the habits developed these days, and admired the dozens of plum paintings.

Of course, they are most concerned about the performance of their disciples, in addition to Luo Huainan, Bai Zao and Tonglu-Bai Zao's picture of Mei has been praised by Zen, Luo Huainan and Tonglu have the most plum blossoms, And it is said that they traveled farthest deep into the snowfield.

The picture of Jing Jiu has also received a lot of attention, but there has been no change for several days, and people's interest has gradually faded.

The painter walked out of the tall building rising up from the mountain. People walked with him and found that the painter finally stopped before Jing Jiu's Mei painting.

That squad finally got new gains?Or ...... died?

Somewhat curiously, the painter did not pick up the pen to start drawing plum, but stared at the largely blank drawing paper, with a somewhat dazed expression.

After a while, he glanced at the file in his hand, as if to confirm it, and then stared at the painting in a daze.

Finally, some practitioners couldn't help but ask, "What's going on?"

The painter said sadly: "I don't know how to paint."

Listening to this, people are a little stunned, thinking whether it is to add plum blossoms, or to cross out the name, but it is just a matter of writing, what is difficult?

The wind rang.

More than ten big figures in spiritual practice came to the field.

The abbot of Kunlun Master, Daze Ling, Baotong Zen Academy, Nan Wang, and the Zhongzhou School, which rarely appeared a few days ago, also came to an elder of the deification period.No bell ringing means no need to clear the field. The monks bowed down to salute and let them go to the gallery without leaving. It was even stranger, thinking what happened?

Nan Wang looked at the painter and asked, "Why haven't he painted yet?"

The painter smiled bitterly: "I really don't know how to write."

"Or shall I try?"

He Zhan walked in from the courtyard.

Needless to say, his talent is natural, and he once won the second May painting battle. For some reason, he did not participate in this year's road battle.

Kunlun's head looked at him coldly and said, "It's a good idea to do something for you."

Nan Wang said, "The painting is beautiful."

He Zhan smiled and saluted, walked to the painting, took the file in the hands of the painter, and looked down.

He had already guessed something, but when he looked at the text on the file, he was still a little stunned, and a wry smile appeared on his face.

Looking at the painting for a moment, he took the pen from the painter's hand, dipped some cinnabar, and his wrist slightly vibrated, then he waved towards the painting.

Pappapap, a dense voice sounded like rain.

The bright red paint fell on the white paper, and the spots were like spots of rain.

People are very surprised. What do they do?

He Zhan didn't pay any attention to it, changed the details, dipped some ink, and calmly continued to paint.

An ink line appears between the red dots on the full paper.

The ink lines are extremely thin and very light, and may not be visible if you do not look carefully.

People gradually understood what he was doing.

That is a plum branch reaching into the distance.

What about these bright red blood spots?Is it the plum blossoms on the branches?

How many plums must there be?

The gallery was quiet and silent.

People were shocked and speechless.

What happened overnight?