Chapter 219 The Story of Six Years

Lu Qing was startled, then couldn't help laughing.

The boy surnamed Yuan raised his sleeve and wiped his eyes.

The rest of the Qingshan disciples shouted with a smile: "Greetings to the uncle!"

The disciples of other sects also laughed.

Ha ha ha ha!

Joyful laughter echoed in the snow field, even the cold mist on the other side of the cliff seemed to recede a bit.

The disciples of the Zhongzhou School were also very happy, but why didn't they see the senior sister?

Xiang Wanshu rushed towards the cave, and when he passed by Jing Jiu, he clasped his fists and bowed.

Gu Qing walked into the cave, knelt down and kowtowed to Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu said, "Get up."

Lu Qing stood up and looked at his face, and was surprised to find that he was thinner than before.

If it is an ordinary cultivator, even if he is not frozen to death by the extreme cold, he will have problems due to isolation from the world for six years.

Practicing bigu does not solve all problems.

But Gu Qing knew that his master never needed these.

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

This white dress from the top of Shenmo Peak can resist the invasion of water and fire. It is difficult for ordinary flying swords to cut through it. At this time, it has been severely damaged, with gaps everywhere on the edges!

Could it be that the cold mist is so terrifying, then how did he survive these six years?

Lu Qing couldn't care less about it anymore, knowing that it was an offense, he released his sword sense and landed on Jing Jiu, and was even more shocked.

Jing Jiu's sword energy was almost exhausted, and his body was extremely weak!

Gu Qing hurried forward and held his hand.

He originally wanted to ask, since you heard our voices, why didn't you cut through the stone wall with the Furth Sword, and you had to endure the noisy and deafening sound, just because you thought the scene of lying on the bamboo chair was very beautiful?

Only now did he know that Jing Jiu really couldn't move anymore.

"Baicao Dan!" Gu Qing shouted in a low voice.

The boy surnamed Yuan had already entered the cave. Hearing this, he quickly took out the elixir.

Jing Jiu took the elixir and took it. Seeing the anxious expressions of the two, he was a little moved, and was going to explain a few words that he was fine.

Suddenly there was an exclamation from the cave.

Gu Qing and the boy surnamed Yuan turned around to look, and were shocked by what they saw.

In the cave against the stone wall, there is a layer of translucent leather with a huge area. Judging from the texture, it looks like a dry snowworm corpse.

It is so big after it dries up, how terrifying this snow worm must be when it is alive.

But it was not the snow worm that caused the disciples of the state school to exclaim, but a thing in the corner of the cliff cave.

It is a cocoon-like thing, made of countless extremely thin silk threads, those threads are like gold and jade, even if you look at it with your spiritual sense, you can't tell what kind of material it is.

Through those fine silk threads, one could faintly see a figure in the cocoon, sitting cross-legged, as if he was adjusting his breath and exercising his kung fu.

Who else?

That figure was of course Bai Zao whom the disciples of the Zhongzhou School had been looking for so hard.

At this time, Bai Zao's situation was obviously different, as if he was practicing some kind of special technique, of course Xiang Wanshu and other Zhongzhou sect disciples did not dare to act rashly, let alone magic weapons. Earlier, he asked a disciple to test with a broken golden shuttle to see if he could cut a silk thread.

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

The Zhongzhou faction disciples looked at Jing Jiu.

He's the only one who knows what's going on.

Jing Jiu said, "It's okay, I'll be out in two days."

Hearing this, Xiang Wanshu and the others were relieved, but they were still a little uneasy. They hurriedly sent a message back to the outside of Baicheng, and at the same time began to arrange formations outside the cave to strengthen their defense.

The disciples of the Zhongzhou sect explained the current situation to the young practitioners of other sects, expressed their thanks again and again, and asked for their understanding. Of course, the specific situation was not mentioned.

Those young practitioners naturally understood, said nothing happened, and even took the initiative to take on the task of patrolling the outer periphery.

Tonglu was still standing in the distance, looking at the busy cliff cave 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 thought, and the flame on the iron sword was extinguished.

He looked at the iron sword, feeling a little uncomfortable.

After burning for six years, he was used to the appearance of the iron sword as a torch, and even felt that the iron sword should be like that.

Only then did he remember that the iron sword itself has no flame.

There was wind coming in from outside the cliff cave, and he remembered that not all winds are so cold.

Thinking about these things, he fell into a deep sleep.

Gu Qing and the boy surnamed Yuan stayed by his side all the time, never leaving each other.

I don't know if it's the effect of the Baicao Pill, or the cold fog is far away, Jing Jiu's face gradually turned rosy.

When the night was darkest, he woke up and found that the surroundings were no longer as quiet as in the past six years, and there were many whispering voices.

He looked at his body, confirmed that nothing was wrong, got up from the bamboo chair, and walked out of the cave.

Gu Qing and the young man surnamed Yuan were also extremely exhausted, leaning on the bamboo chair and taking a nap, they immediately woke up when they heard the sound, and got up quickly.

"You are here, don't stay away, I'll go out and relax."

Jing Jiu said.

Gu Qing was willing to follow him, supported his arm, glanced at the Zhongzhou sect disciples in the cave, and said in a low voice: "Master, your sword energy is almost gone."

Jing Jiu said, "It's always been like this, no problem."

He is telling the truth.

The cold fog slowed down everything in the world, and even the spiritual energy of the world seemed to be condensed into a solid body, which was difficult to be absorbed by perception.

He calculated very clearly that when the cold fog was the thickest, the speed of absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the cliff cave was probably less than 3% of the previous speed.

He wanted to use the sword fire to maintain the temperature in the cliff cave, and the consumption of true energy was already huge. Such a speed could not keep the true energy recovered at any time, so he could only use as much as he could recover. In other words, during the past six years, his true energy has never been full, and it can even be said that he has always been struggling at the minimum.

His body will become weak, which is also related to the cold mist, because everything will slow down, but these are really not important, and it will get better after a while.

Lu Qing was still worried, and refused to let him walk alone in the dark no matter what.

Jing Jiu had no choice but to let him follow her.

Gu Qing signaled the boy surnamed Yuan to guard the cave with his eyes, and walked out of the cave with Jing Jiu supported.

Several disciples of the Zhongzhou School were presiding over the formation outside the cave. Seeing Jing Jiu's figure, they quickly stood up and saluted.

Gu Qing helped Jing Jiu out of the chute and came to the snow field.

Seeing their figures, the young practitioners who participated in the Dao battle also got up one after another.

This is a tribute to Jing Jiu.

Regardless of the story Luo Huainan told, as long as he was able to survive in such a terrifying cold fog for six years, he deserves everyone's respect.

What shocked these young practitioners even more was that Jing Jiu was so calm after being rescued, as if he didn't care about all the hardships. Who wouldn't admire this kind of determination?

What they didn't know was that Jing Jiu was too used to this kind of isolation from the world, but the excitement tonight made him a little uncomfortable.

Coming to a certain place in the snow field, there is no idler nearby, the dark clouds spread out strangely, sprinkled with starlight, and the ground is so white that it is a bit dazzling.

Jing Jiu glanced at Gu Qing.

Gu Qing knew that the teachers from various sects would arrive soon, so he had to hurry up and finish the matter to avoid misjudgment caused by the fact that the master didn't know what happened in the past six years.

First of all, he retells the story Luo Huainan once told in the shortest and most accurate language.

Jing Jiu said, "It's fake."