Chapter 182: Uncle Master Is Here

In the dark of night, seven young men sat around the fire.

This place is already in the mountains, with towering and steep cliffs on both sides, the sky is shrunk into a line, and the snow clouds that disappeared for many days reappeared, covering everything.

The starlight does not come from the stars, but from Yin Qingmo's star pot.

The bell hangs quietly in the distance, sensing the changes in the breath of heaven and earth, ready to make a clear bell at any time.

Yao Songshan closed her eyes and sat cross-legged, Qing Jian was summoned out, and quietly rested on her lap to receive external support.

The other six people besides him are also resting and recuperating, but they can't help but look at the rock tens of feet away from time to time.

Jing Jiu and Bai Zao sat on that rock.

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When he entered the mountains that day, Jing Jiu asked everyone to stop.

Everyone didn't understand. They thought that if you continue to move forward and hunt snow beasts, it may help you to determine the number one position in the Taoist war earlier. Why should you stop?

But now they respected Jing Jiu very much, and Bai Zao didn't raise any objection, so the nine stopped in the canyon.

At dusk today, suddenly more than ten snow-footed beasts rushed from outside the mountain, intending to cross the canyon.

Jing Jiu didn't make a move, but only occasionally said a few words at critical moments.

Bai Zao once again showed his near-perfect leadership ability, leading his companions, and beheaded all the dozen or so snowfoot beasts.

Under her command, the fighting power of eight people is much greater than that of two teams combined, because she can maximize the abilities of her companions and cooperate with them.

What if she was asked to command hundreds of practitioners to fight at the same time?

The reason why there were eight people was because Jing Jiu didn't participate in the battle, he just occasionally said a few words at the most critical moment.

Just like that night, he instructed Yao Songshan to draw the sword.

Although it was just simple pointers, Wu Mingzhong and others felt that the battle was much easier.

Jing Jiu seemed to be able to know in advance how the snowfoot beast would attack, knew the weakest point of the snowfoot beast's carapace, and was extremely precise.

This really shocked them and made them speechless, thinking that even their own teacher might not be able to do this.

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"I didn't believe that you were the successor of the Guocheng Temple, but now I believe it. Only a practitioner who has killed countless monsters in the snow country will know them so well. As far as I know, you should be here for the first time, so there is only one explanation. You have been instructed by an expert."

"An expert?"

"Of course I'm talking about the sword master."

"You're wrong, I'm just better at cutting things off."

"Then how do you know where to cut?"

"Everything has its weaknesses. My eyesight is good, and I can find it after a few days of observation."

In the past few days, Jing Jiu often took out the little white beetle for observation.

Although the larva hadn't advanced, he was still able to see a lot of things he wanted to see.

Bai Zao suddenly asked: "Are you in the Wuzhang state?"

Jing Jiu said, "The initial state."

Wuzhang is the realm of Qingshan, according to the classification of the Zhongzhou School, the initial stage is the first entry into the golden core, how can this kind of realm kill so many snow-footed beasts overnight?

Bai Zao didn't believe it at all.

Jing Jiu said, "Maybe it's because my kendo is more suitable for this kind of thing."

Bai Zao said, "When did you find out?"

Jing Jiu said, "That night."

He was serious, not joking.

It was indeed that night that he killed so many snowfoot beasts that he realized that he was very good at or very suitable for this job.

The snowfoot beast's attack was too slow for him, and the poisonous blood that made practitioners feel the most troublesome didn't have any effect on him.

The most important thing is that the extremely cold and dense fog is very scary to the practitioner, but it is helpful to him.

He is not afraid of the cold fog, on the contrary, he can use the fog to cover his body so that the snowfoot beast cannot see him.

That night, he killed so many snowfoots, which was unimaginable to anyone, but it was too simple for him.

Covered by the cold mist, he walked behind a snow-footed beast, and raised his sword to chop it off.

The snowfoot is dead.

He walked behind another snowfoot beast and raised the iron sword in his hand again.

One sword one.

What's so difficult about it?

The only trouble was probably that he had too much poisonous blood on his body that night, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

No matter how clean the sword fire was, he still felt the smell.

So, he found a snow lake, heated hot water with a sword fire, and took a bath carefully.

Thinking about it now, this should be his first bath after entering Qingshan?

"Why stop?"

Bai Zao finally got to the point.

Jing Jiu woke up from his scattered thoughts and said, "Wait for someone."

Bai Zao didn't ask any more questions, but glanced at his wrist.

She remembered very clearly that there was a sword bracelet on Jing Jiu's wrist, which suddenly disappeared the day before yesterday, and reappeared today.

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In the early morning of the next day, four young ascetics appeared at the entrance of the canyon.

The four looked very tired, it seemed that they had walked all night.

We must know that the snow field at night is more dangerous, and I don't know where the pressure comes from, which makes them so anxious.

The four of them looked at Bai Zao and the others, a little surprised, they stepped forward to salute each other.

Among them was a disciple of Qingshan, from Liangwang Peak, named Lei Yijing, looked at Yao Songshan, stepped forward happily and said: "Senior brother."

Yao Songshan smiled slightly and motioned him to meet Jing Jiu first.

Only then did Lei Yijing see Jing Jiu, he was slightly startled, with an unnatural expression on his face, he still bowed seriously, and said, "I've met my uncle."

Jing Jiu looked at the situation of the four of them, and said, "I'll give you half an hour to rest, and then we'll set off together."

Lei Yijing didn't understand, and neither did the rest of the young people, thinking that according to the rules of Dao warfare, each team should fight separately, and if they meet occasionally, they should separate.

Why did Jing Jiu say to go together?

Among the four, a disciple of the Zhongzhou Sect was telling Bai Zao what happened last night. Hearing Jing Jiu's words, he asked in surprise, "Senior Sister, what's going on?"

Bai Zao hadn't confirmed Jing Jiu's intention yet, so he said, "Let's follow."

Even if Lei Yijing didn't want to, he still couldn't disobey his master's request, that Zhongzhou sect disciple completely listened to Bai Zao. The other two knew about Jing Jiu's astonishing performance the night before, so they couldn't subconsciously have the idea of ​​objecting, but they were a little worried that if the teachers at Xishanju knew about it, they would judge them as violating the rules.

Half an hour later, Jing Jiu walked into the canyon.

There are many mountain paths in the canyon, some leading to peaks covered with ice and snow that have never melted for thousands of years, and some leading to extremely narrow and dark natural caves.

Jing Jiu walked directly towards a certain mountain path without seeming to think about it.

The cold wind blows the gravel between the cliffs, and occasionally blows some snow.

The rest stood up, looked at each other, and followed with a lot of doubts.

In the evening, many people finally understood why Jing Jiu chose this mountain path.

Because under the cliff in the distance, another team is setting up a formation and preparing to rest.

Seeing Jing Jiu and the others appear, a voice full of unexpected emotions resounded in the team.

"Uncle Jing?"

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