Chapter 176 The Chilling Signal

In a certain courtyard of Xishanju, the girls of Qingrong Peak were chatting about the news of the Taoist war.

Their eyes were beaming as they talked, the melon seed shells were flying everywhere, and the tea in the pot had been changed countless times.

Nan Wang walked in with a frosty face.

The rules of Qingrong Peak have never been strict, but seeing the appearance of the peak master, the disciples dared not be negligent, quickly put down the teacups and melon seeds in their hands, and saluted in unison.

Nan Wang sat down in the chair, looked at these beautiful young girls, and said angrily, "Look at you, no wonder you performed so badly in the sword test competition, you couldn't even get a place in the Dao battle. What are you following me to Chaoge City for, come to play?"

The girls thought to themselves that people like themselves are not qualified to participate in the Taoist battle, and Qingshan didn't participate in the previous four events of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so didn't they come to Chaoge City just to play?

It wasn't until they knew why Nan Wang was in such a bad mood that they became worried.

The Taoist battle at Meihui was already extremely dangerous, and young ascetics would die every time, but this year the death was too early?

Besides, Master Jing Jiu was at the back, logically speaking, the safest place. Why did the Kunlun disciple who was with him die? The most troublesome thing is that the Kunlun disciple died just after successfully killing a snow country monster. It is easy for people to have bad associations, especially for those conspiracy theorists.

"I heard that He Wei is very angry and wants us to give an explanation."

Nan Wang patted the table and said in a cold voice, "Give him the fuck!"

The girls stood with their heads down, as if they hadn't heard this sentence.

He Wei is the name of the head of Kunlun.

Logically speaking, Nan Wang should give the other party some respect. But they have long been accustomed to the peak master's no-holds-barred behavior style. Usually in Qingrong Peak, the peak master would even say a few words to the master master when he was angry, let alone the head of another sect.

After visiting Qingshan in Lian March that year, Nan Wang's temperament has calmed down a lot, but she is surrounded by her disciples, she doesn't want to suppress her emotions anymore, and said with a sneer, "To die is to lose, to live is to win, this is a Taoist war, what does he want to explain?"

A well-loved female disciple persuaded: "In this situation, it is inevitable for my little uncle to be talked about by others. When the news of Han Haoniao comes back, it will be fine."

The Han Haoniao is an exotic bird of the Kunlun Sect. It is not afraid of the severe cold and cloudy by nature. It usually rests in the Nine Nether Cold Pool. It is only invited out every few years during the Meihui. It is responsible for monitoring the situation on the snowy field, determining the location of those young practitioners, and will personally take action at some of the most dangerous moments.

In fact, Nanwang understands this point. Han Haoniao is Kunlun's own ancestor, and He Wei can't say that it is lying, and even if it didn't see the situation at that time, there are witnesses present. The problem is... even she now feels that this matter is a bit strange, and she is not sure whether Jing Jiu has anything to do with the death of that Kunlun disciple.

Just look at Zhao Layue's relentless drive to kill people during those years, and think about Shi Fengchen's death a few days ago, who knows what Jing Jiu will do.

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

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It's night in Chaoge City.

The peach blossoms in Jingjue Temple have already fallen, and the peach blossom lights on both sides of the passage leading to the deepest part are still on.

An old monk walked towards the end of the stone path, seemingly slowly, but in fact it only took a few breaths to reach the door of the quiet room.

He adjusted his breathing, pushed the door open, looked at the picture in front of him, and showed a gratified smile.

Today Zenzi finally sat cross-legged.

Although he only had one knee crossed, the main reason was that it was convenient for him to turn sideways to look at the pile of wooden sticks.

"It's not listening ears, it should be iron nematodes."

The old monk knew that the matter was urgent, so he directly stated his conclusion without any delay.

The old monk's name is Shi Hai, who served the sword saint in that small city in the north for decades. When it comes to understanding the monsters in the snow country, there is no one in the whole Guocheng Temple who is better than him.

It is for this reason that Zenzi needs his advice.

The iron nematode is a kind of worm in the depths of the Snow Country. It looks similar to Ting Er, and it also lives in the bodies of various snow beasts, but the carapace is so strong that even the sword of the Qingshan Sect may not be able to cut through it. As for the terrifying lethality, it is far from Ting Er's.

If that Kunlun disciple encountered iron nematodes, it would be unreasonable for him to be completely defenseless.

Zenzi raised his head and asked in confusion, "Isn't this kind of bug always by your side?"

The old monk Shi Hai knew who Zen Zi was referring to, and said solemnly: "And the iron nematodes have not appeared for many years. Even if there were a few occasional ones that got into the depths of the ground when the beast tide receded, but this is early summer, and they should sleep forever. Why did they suddenly wake up?"

Zenzi opened his eyes wide and said innocently, "I don't know the answer."

The old monk Shi Hai smiled wryly and said, "Could it be that there will be another big beast tide this year?"

Hearing the word Beast Tide, Zen Zi became more serious, and said, "I've asked Nephew Du Hai to take a look."

Du Haiseng is the head of the Law Hall of Guocheng Temple. No one knows that this Zen eminent monk has quietly gone to the north.

The old monk Shi Hai asked worriedly: "Should we end the Dao battle early?"

This year's Meihui will be presided over by Chanzi himself.

Only he is qualified to end this Taoist battle with one sentence.

Zenzi looked at the pile of wooden sticks on the couch, reached out and grabbed one at random, and then pulled it out.

Old monk Shi Hai suddenly felt very nervous.

Hundreds of sticks collapsed like this without making too much noise.

Zenzi looked at the messy pile of wooden sticks and didn't speak for a long time, as if he couldn't make up his mind.

Guocheng Temple is best at connecting two hearts.

Zenzi's practice in this area is even more unfathomable.

Such hesitation is very rare.

"Write to those who need to know and get them ready."

Zenzi was quiet for a while, then continued: "We are waiting for Cao Yuan's letter."

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Han Haoniao's eyesight is extremely sharp.

The four little black dots on the snow field seemed to be right in front of him.

It can clearly see the dust on their clothes, the residual 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 snow, no fatigue, no emotional ups and downs.

This was also something Yin Qingmo and the others couldn't figure out.

Of course, there are more things they can't figure out.

After Dai Yin's death, Jing Jiu, who had been sitting in that mountain withered for more than ten days, seemed to have suddenly figured out something, and started to march into the snow field.

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

Jing Jiu didn't mean to lead them to hunt down the snow country monsters. He had encountered them two or three times on the road, but he didn't even look at them.

It was as if he was simply on his way.

Where is he going?

If he was in a hurry to go, why did he still walk as usual, without speeding up, and without risking his sword?

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The sky was getting dark, and the Han Haoniao had already left.

Jing Jiu stopped.

The three behind quickly stopped.