The Path Toward Heaven

Gu Qing was stunned, and then could not help laughing.

The teenager named Yuan raised his sleeve and wiped his eyes.

The rest of the Qingshan disciples smiled and shouted, "Please give peace to Master Uncle!"

The other sect disciples also laughed.

Hahahaha!

The cheerful laughter echoed in the snowy field, but the cold mist on the other side of the cliff seemed to recede.

The disciples in Zhongzhou were also very happy, but why didn't they see the sister's figure?

Xiang Wanshu flew towards the hole, and when he passed Jing Jiu, he clenched his fists.

Gu Qing walked into the cave and knelt at Jing Jiu and gave him a head.

Jing Jiu said, "Get up."

Gu Qing got up and looked at his face, and found that he was thinner than before, and was shocked.

If you are an ordinary practitioner, even if you are not killed by the cold, you will have problems because you have been isolated for six years.

Cultivating the monastery does not solve all problems.

But Gu Qing knew that his master never needed this.

His eyes fell on Jing Jiu's clothes, and he was surprised.

This white dress from the top of the God's End can resist the invasion of water and fire. It is difficult for ordinary flying swords to be cut. At this time, it has been seriously damaged, and the edges are full of gaps!

Is the cold fog so terrible, how did he get through these six years?

Gu Qing couldn't care so much anymore. He knew that it was an offense and released the sword knowledge on Jing Jiu, which was even more shocking.

Jing Jiu's Jian Yuan is almost exhausted, and his body is extremely weak!

Gu Qing hurried forward and took his hand.

He wanted to ask, since you heard our voice, why do n’t you use the Firth sword to cut through the stone wall, you still have to endure the noisy and loud sound, because you think the picture of playing on the bamboo chair is beautiful?

Now he knew that Jing Jiu was really immobile.

"Baicao Dan!" Gu Qing whispered.

The young man with the surname Yuan had already entered the cave. After hearing this, he quickly took out the panacea.

Jing Jiu took the pill medicine and saw the two of them anxiously moved. He was moved and was ready to explain a few words that he was not serious.

Suddenly an exclamation came from the cave.

Gu Qing and the young man with Yuan surname turned to look around, and they were shocked by the picture.

There is a layer of translucent leather in the cave leaning against the stone wall. The area is huge. From the perspective of the lines, it looks like a dead snow worm corpse.

It's so big after dry, how terrifying this snow worm should be when alive.

But it wasn't this snow worm that caused the disciples of the state to exclaim, but something in the corner of the cliff.

It's a cocoon-like thing, made up of countless extremely thin silk threads. Those silk threads are like gold and jade. Even if you look at it with your consciousness, you can't see the material.

Through those fine silk threads, I could vaguely see a figure in the cocoon, sitting cross-legged, as if adjusting interest and exercise.

Who else can it be?

Of course, that figure was Bai Zao who was struggling to find his disciples in Zhongzhou.

At this time, Bai Zao's situation was obviously different. It seemed that he was practicing some special exercises. Of course, disciples from Zhongzhou and other Zhongzhou schools did not dare to act rashly, and they did not dare to use magic. , Can you cut a silk thread.

Unexpectedly, the gold-like silk thread was not broken, but a crack appeared on the surface of the broken gold shuttle, and the exclamation came at this time.

Zhongzhou sent his disciples to look at Jing Jiu.

He was the only one who knew what was going on.

Jing Jiu said: "It's okay, you can come out in two days."

Hearing this, Xiangshu and others were more relieved, but still a little uneasy, and quickly sent a message back to Baicheng, and at the same time began to arrange the formation outside the hole to strengthen the defense.

The disciples of Zhongzhou explained the current situation to the young practitioners of other denominations. They repeatedly expressed their gratitude and asked for understanding. Of course, they did not say the specific situation.

Those young practitioners naturally understood that it was okay, and took the initiative to undertake the task of patrolling on the outer periphery.

Tonglu was still standing in the distance, looking at the busy cliff hole deep in the tunnel, his emotions became more and more complicated.

In the cliff cave, Gu Qing suddenly found that the Iron Sword was still burning, and quickly reminded Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu moved, and the flame on the iron sword went out.

He looked at the Iron Sword and was a little uncomfortable.

After burning for six years, he has become accustomed to the iron sword as a torch, and even feels that the iron sword should be like that.

Only then did he remember that the Iron Sword itself had no flames.

When the wind came in outside the cliff cave, he remembered that not all winds were so cold.

Thinking of these things, he fell asleep.

Gu Qing and the young man with the surname Yuan have always stood by his side, inseparable.

I don't know if it's the effect of Baicao Dan, or if the cold mist is far away, Jing Jiu's complexion gradually becomes rosy.

When the night was deepest, he woke up and found that the surroundings were no longer as quiet as in the past six years, and there were more whispers of whispers.

He observed himself and confirmed that nothing was wrong, got up from the bamboo chair and walked out of the cave.

Gu Qing and the young surnamed Yuan were also extremely exhausted, snoozing on the bamboo chair, woke up immediately after listening to the movement, and quickly got up.

"You are here, don't stay away, I go out and let go of my body."

Jing Jiu said.

Where Gu Qing was willing to lean, holding his arm, looked at the disciples of the Zhongzhou School in his eyes, and lowered his voice and said, "Master, your sword yuan is almost gone."

Jing Jiu said, "It has always been this way, no harm."

He is telling the truth.

That cold fog slowed down everything in the world. Even the spirit of the world seemed to be condensed into an entity, which was difficult to be absorbed by perception.

He calculated very clearly that when the cold fog is the thickest, the speed of absorbing the heavenly and earth aura in the cliff cave is only less than 3% of the previous.

He has to use the sword fire to maintain the temperature in the cliff cave, and the true yuan is extremely expensive. Such a speed cannot maintain the true yuan's recovery at any time, so it can only be used as much as possible.In other words, in these six years, his true yuan has never been full, and it can even be said that it has always been difficult to operate at the minimum.

His body will become weak, and it is also related to the cold fog, because everything will slow down, but these are really not important, only need to move for a while to get better.

Gu Qing was still uneasy, and refused to let him walk in the night alone.

Jing Jiu had to let him follow him.

Gu Qing indicated with his eyes that the young man with the surname Yuan was keeping the cave, and he helped Jing Jiu walk outside.

Several Zhongzhou disciples were presiding over the formation outside the cave, watching Jing Jiu's figure, and quickly got up to salute.

Gu Qing helped Jing Jiu out of the ramp and came to the snowfield.

The young practitioners who participated in the road warfare looked up at them and got up.

This is a tribute to Jing Jiu.

Regardless of the story that Luo Huainan told, only saying that he could survive in such a horrible cold mist for six years is worthy of everyone's respect.

What shocked these young practitioners was that Jing Jiu was so calm after being rescued, and seemed to care little about all the misery. Who wouldn't admire such ambitions?

What they did not know was that Jing Jiu was too accustomed to these days of isolation from the world, but the excitement tonight made him a little uncomfortable.

Came somewhere in the snowy field, there were no more idlers nearby, the clouds spread out strangely, and the stars were scattered, and the white ground was dazzling.

Jing Jiu glanced at Gu Qing.

Gu Qing knows that the teachers of various denominations will arrive soon, and we must pay close attention to finishing things, so as to avoid misjudgment that Master does not know what happened in these six years.

First, he repeated the story that Luo Huainan once told in the shortest and most accurate language.

Jing Jiu said, "Fake."