Chapter 550

The night is not yet deep, and the residents of the town have not slept yet. There are lights in many yards, and the sound of bamboo cards being pushed on the table can be heard faintly.

The water waves beat the water waves and aroused countless dark flowers. The Daze under the night is so quiet.

The clam shell should have sunk to the bottom of the lake, so it's hard to find.

Even if Jingjiu can use part of the power of the seal of the emperor of the underworld now, it has no meaning.

Zhao Layue came to him and asked, "ran away?"

Well nine said, "well, but he's not the one to kill."

Zhao Layue was surprised. She thought that there are only a few people in the world who deserve your hand. Who else can it be if it's not emperor Xiao?

Well nine turned and walked to the town.

There is a decent medical center in the town. Some flowers are engraved on the side of the plaque. Those broken flowers are worn by a thin branch. I don't know whether they are Paulownia or something.

Late at night, the hospital had been closed, but naturally they couldn't stop them.

The man rubbed his eyes and got up from the bed. Before he could complain, he saw Jing Jiu's face.

He rubbed his eyes again, gave a soft cry, and quickly woke up the doctor.

Before long, several files were placed on the table. These are the important information collected by the roller shutter people recently.

Gu Qing opened those files and sorted them carefully.

Zhuo rusui yawned in boredom.

Zhao Layue stood at the door of the medical school with ADA in her arms and looked at the street.

Well nine said, "where is Huiyuan?"

"After the Guocheng Temple incident, I knew you might ask, so I've been checking." The doctor said bitterly, "although master Huiyuan is the supreme elder of Tonghua temple, he has been traveling all over the mainland for decades. His whereabouts are traceless. It may take some time."

After leaving the hospital, Jing Jiu suddenly asked, "is the roller shutter man from the imperial court?"

Zhao Layue was surprised and said, "don't you know?"

Well nine said: "I should be able to think of it, but I've been used to them these years and don't think much."

Zhao Layue was silent for a while and said, "master Huiyuan should be an important figure in the old forest. He can hide for so many years. I think the roller shutter people can't find it for a while and a half. Let's go back to green hill first?"

Well nine doesn't want to go back to Castle Peak.

Back to Castle Peak, I have to explain to Yuan Qijing about the Ming master. It's very troublesome.

And he told Zen Zi that he wanted to try again.

He said, "go somewhere and I'll take you to practice."

Hearing this, Zhuo rusui didn't respond. Zhao Layue and Gu Qing were a little surprised. They thought that this sentence was like a teacher who cared about the progress of disciples' cultivation... The problem is that apart from throwing a sword manual at the beginning and holding two seminars, when did you manage our cultivation?

Dadu opened his eyes and looked at him, thinking what was going on?

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At the junction of Yujun county and North Huazhou, there is a mountain range stretching thousands of miles. Juye city goes out from the northernmost pass and the prosperous Central Plains goes to the south. The difference of climate here is also so clear. In the south of the mountain, there are lush forests, in the north of the mountain, there are inaccessible steep cliffs, and the highest peak even has snow all year round.

For the army, the geographical location here is very important, but it doesn't mean much to monks who can fly freely. There is no big spiritual pulse here, only sparse aura. Therefore, there are only two or three unknown small sects in the beautiful mountains and forests in the south, and the traces of scattered practitioners and evil practitioners can be seen occasionally in the cliffs in the north.

The sword light lit up the peak, and Zhao Layue fell down. Under her deliberate control, Fu Sijian didn't send out eye-catching blood light.

"Seventy miles north, a mountain demon is running north. There is no smell of blood in the cave. I didn't cut it. Someone in the South sensed it and didn't dare to come over."

The elders of those small sects are at most in the realm of no publicity. They feel their existence and dare to come over.

Jing Jiu sat down cross legged and began to practice with his eyes closed.

"Right here?"

Zhuo rusui looked at the snow layer above and the desolate rocks around him. He thought it was absurd. The aura here was so thin. Why did he have to come here to practice?

As he spoke, Zhao Layue and Gu Qing sat down beside Jing Jiu and closed their eyes.

ADA consciously climbed up to the top of Jing Jiu's head.

Zhuo rusui felt more absurd and thought that the leader martial uncle said he would take everyone to practice together? Does practicing together really mean... Practicing together? You don't have any pills for us? There's nothing like Sword Fairy's Secret collection to teach us?

To put it this way, no one listened to him at this time, so he had to sit down.

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There is a small sect called Xuantian sect 370 miles away in the south.

Zhou yunmu is the only three generations of elders of Xuantian sect. He has a unique talent. He has been trained to the later stage of Jindan. The realm of Qingshan sect is the beginning of wandering.

Not to mention that in today's xuantianzong, even since the founding of xuantianzong, no one has a higher realm than him.

A few years ago, he was impatient with sect affairs and passed the leader to young disciple Lu Jin.

Since then, he has been practicing in the back mountain with the best scenery and the most aura. Few disciples have the blessing to see him and get his advice.

But many xuantianzong disciples saw that Shizu was not in the cave, but standing on the blue stone by the cliff.

He was silent to the high snow peak.

Zhou yunmu's name is very poetic. Standing on the bluestone, he stands in the wind, and his light clothes are full of immortality.

Looking at the picture over there, the disciples were filled with admiration and whispered about what had happened.

The most common guess is that the founder's practice has reached a critical moment, is experiencing the Supreme Truth between heaven and earth, and may break the state at any time.

The whole xuantianzong knows that the later stage of the founder's golden elixir has been completed and is impacting the most dangerous and difficult pass of the yuan infant period.

Thinking of this possibility, Xuantian sect leader Lu Jin issued a strict order that all disciples should not go near the blue stone.

If someone could walk to the blue stone at this time, they would find that their ancestor Zhou yunmu was not feeling the truth of heaven and earth.

He looked at the snow peak with a pale face and whispered to himself.

"Which elder is this... According to reason, I should go to see him, but if I disturb his practice... It's a great sin."

Zhou yunmu looked at the peak half covered by clouds and murmured, "but the aura of heaven and earth here is so thin that I can only rely on pills to maintain. Why did the senior immortal master come here?"

According to the truth, in his realm, he could not even find the arrival of Jing Jiu and others, but on that day, he practiced quite smoothly in the cave, his mind was unblocked, subconsciously scattered his divine knowledge among the mountains and forests, and happened to meet Fu Si sword.

Immortal flying swords such as Fu Si sword, don't mention personal contact. He hasn't seen it. He doesn't know that the other party is definitely a powerful role he can't provoke.

Fortunately, although the breath of Fu Si sword was killing, it was obviously a magic weapon of the immortal family, not evil cultivation. He didn't worry that the other party would come and destroy his mountain gate.

Zhou yunmu looked at the peak and his mood was very complex. He was envious, unwilling and jealous, and the expression on his face was constantly changing.

Finally, all the feelings belong to disappointment, and then calm down.

At this time, a rain suddenly fell in the sky.

In terms of time and season, this may be the last autumn rain this year.

Zhou yunmu still stood on the bluestone and didn't leave.

Obviously he couldn't see anything, but somehow he wanted to see it for a while.

Maybe it's because he knows that there is a scenery he will never see.

You can go to the top of the mountain.

The scenery is different.

The cultivation of Yuanying from Jindan is a threshold that most practitioners cannot cross.

The rain fell on his face and slowly trickled down. It was not as sad as tears. It was like clear water to wash away the dust and make him more calm.

Although I can't come, I want to see it. Why not?

Suddenly, he felt something strange, reached out to pick up some rain, and found that there was a faint aura in the rain!

His hands trembled slightly, thinking what was going on?

There is no complete spiritual pulse here. The aura of heaven and earth has always been thin. Why is there aura in the rain today?

Those auras are very weak, but they can really feel their existence!

Zhou yunmu's hands trembled more and more. He suddenly turned around and shouted to the disciples of Xuantian sect: "everyone come to the rain!"

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After the autumn rain, it did not rain again, but it began to snow a few days later.

The snow line gradually moved down, even the relatively warm Nanshan also accumulated a lot of snow, not to mention the place near the peak.

There are four people sitting side by side in front of a cliff, covered with snow, just like a snowman.

Of course, the white cat on the head of a snowman is still a white cat, but it's swollen.

Suddenly a sword came from the southern sky.

The snowman raised his right hand, took the white cat down and took the sword book.

Snow and ice rustled down, revealing that face.

The wind and snow added some color again.

Zhuo rusui also woke up.

He raised his hands in front of him and watched quietly. He didn't know what he was thinking.

The boat swallowing sword appeared between his hands.

The gray scaly lines on the body of the sword have become much more flexible, like a salted fish about to turn over.

He was silent for a long time and asked, "did you practice like this before?"

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(let's practice together, study together, be happy together, get wet together, the world will be happy. Have a nice weekend.)

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