Chapter 220

Lu Qing said: "I know, so he died three years ago."

Jing Jiu glanced at him and said, "The old guys don't know how to do anything, how did he die?"

Gu Qing was slightly startled, thinking how could you judge this, Master, and explained: "Aunt Layue decided to do this, so he died."

Jing Jiu was a little surprised, thinking that it would take at least four years for Layue to surpass Luo Huainan, why was he able to kill Luo Huainan three years ago?

Lu Qing told what happened three years ago without any concealment.

Knowing that Liu Shisui and Tong Yan on the opposite side of the chessboard were involved in this matter, Jing Jiu was silent for a while, and then motioned him to continue.

Gu Qing said: "Ten-year-old disappeared, no one knows where he went, Aunt Layue is in seclusion, ready to break into the wild."

Jing Jiu said it was good, but he didn't know which sentence he was referring to.

Gu Qing did not forget that important detail, and said: "The Chuzi Sword that killed Luo Huainan was given by the Emperor."

Jing Jiu was a little surprised, and said, "That old guy's sword in Nanhai?"

Gu Qing said: "Yes, the master master went to Yunmeng Mountain afterwards."

Jing Jiu said: "The head of Zhongzhou and his wife should be very clear about this matter. The emperor gave you the sword and there should be no deep meaning. It's just pushing the boat with the flow."

Lu Qing was surprised again, thinking to himself, Master, why is your judgment so certain?

He remembered something again, and said: "The one who led the team this time is Fang Jingtian, the former peak master."

Hearing this name, Jing Jiu recalled what happened on the night that Jingyang Immortal's fake cave was opened six years ago, and after a moment of silence, he said, "It's nothing."

After the story was finished, the two returned to the cliff cave.

Obviously, Bai Zao in the cliff cave was practicing some kind of kung fu, and the critical moment had come.

Zhongzhou sent disciples to form an formation outside the cave, and no one was allowed to approach, but of course they would not stop Jing Jiu.

If Jing Jiu wanted to be unfavorable to Bai Zao, he could kill her at any time during the past six years underground in the snowy field.

After entering the cliff cave, signaling Gu Qing and the young man surnamed Yuan to rest, Jing Jiu walked to the corner and looked up at the snow cocoon.

Those fine cocoon threads look like gold and jade, and the cocoon body is not completely white, but in his consciousness he is still used to call it snow cocoon. Because those cocoons are extracted from the juice of snowworm corpses, which can insulate the severe cold, Bai Zao's ability to survive in such extreme cold for six years has a lot to do with it.

Many night pearls have been placed in the cliff cave, and the soft light falls on the snow cocoon, illuminating the slender figure inside more clearly.

Jing Jiu's eyes were like swords, and he was able to see the girl's tightly closed eyes and pale lips through cocoons.

Six years ago, he pointed down and taught Bai Zao this Taoism, just to try to see if he could help her repair the broken golden core.

He didn't expect that Bai Zao, who practiced Yunmeng Mountain's profound kung fu since childhood, would be so compatible with Shuiyue Temple's Taoism.

Without the help of elixir crystals, and it was extremely difficult to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, six years had passed since she entered meditation, and she had gained far more than he thought.

Of course, this kind of Taoist method has the wisdom contributed by Zen Zi, and it uses the heart to realize the mind, and it does not require much of the outside world than other methods.

Rouge gradually painted on the girl's lips, Jing Jiu confirmed that it was all right, and walked to the other side of the cave.

The other end of the cliff cave is facing a cliff, and the cold fog in the night is still lingering, blowing towards us like countless steel needles.

Jing Jiu had long been used to this coldness, and looked down as usual.

In the depths of the cold mist, there is a hidden wind and snow, but it is only a few thousand feet away from the entrance of the cave, so it will not affect this place at all.

The snowworms in the cliff had already drilled out of their caves and crawled along the rock wall to the depths of the fog. The juice left by them remained on the rock wall, shining brightly. Tens of thousands of snow-footed beasts headed north at high speed in the depths of the cold mist. He also saw many monsters that he had seen for the first time, and even saw a few rabbit-like white-haired snow monsters bouncing around.

He stretched out his hand into the cold wind outside the cliff, and with a slight thought, a snow beetle appeared in his palm.

Compared with six years ago, the snow beetle's body shape has not become larger, but it is no longer transparent, and the whole body exudes a chill.

Its carapace seems to be made of ice jade for thousands of years, giving people an indestructible feeling.

The moment he flipped his hands, the snow beetle that had been playing dead suddenly woke up, stretched out six bamboo-like white limbs, hugged his palm tightly, and made a hasty cry, which sounded like ice and snow hitting the cliff.

Sensing its meaning, Jing Jiu was in a slightly different mood. He thought about what to do with him. Although the green hills were not hot, they were also not cold. They were definitely not suitable for the creatures of the Snow Country to survive.

But since the snow beetle wanted to go back with him, he didn't care, and took it back in.

Then he looked up to the north.

His gaze fell on the lonely peak tens of thousands of miles away through the night and cold fog and the blizzard in the distance.

Since three years ago, that will has become much calmer, no longer frantic, no longer so sensitive.

Instead, he felt even worse.

Because as long as the other party's life instinct to devour everything is not dispelled, the calmer it will be, the more terrifying it will be.

He already understood what his senior brother wanted him to see.

"I gotta go."

He said to the lonely peak in the distance.

Lone Peak did not respond.

Jing Jiu turned around and went back to the cliff cave.

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As the night was getting darker, Gu woke up and took out another Baicao Pill to serve Jing Jiu.

Then he walked out of the cave, sat down beside Xiang Wanshu, and asked, "What do you say over there?"

Xiang Wanshu said, "Let's proceed carefully and bring them back as soon as possible."

Gu Qing was a little surprised, and said, "No one came?"

"Yes."

Xiang Wanshu turned his head to look at Yanyadong, and said with emotion: "I don't know how they survived all these years."

Thinking of the tattered white clothes and weak body on Master's body, Gu Qing sighed, "Yes."

Xiang Wanshu moved closer, and asked in a low voice: "Jing Jiu... did senior tell me what is going on with my senior sister?"

Lu Qing said: "Master said it's fine, then it's fine, don't worry."

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the next day.

The snow cocoon in the cliff cave undergoes very subtle changes. When the wind blows, the surface of the cocoon is as light as the surface of water, as if it is softening.

The disciples of Zhongzhou School noticed this change and became more nervous.

Gu Qing confirmed that none of the teachers and seniors of the two factions intended to come over, which was somewhat unexpected.

In the evening, when the twilight shone between the cliffs, Jing Jiu stood up, put away the bamboo chair, and walked out of the cliff cave.

The disciples of the Zhongzhou faction forming formation outside the cave were a little surprised, wondering where are you going? Xiang Wanshu was the quickest to react and looked into the cave nervously.

A thread floated from the surface of the snow cocoon, was blown by the wind, and floated gently, like a beautiful moth in the twilight, trying to break the silk thread behind it.

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(Of course I remember that a young man surnamed Yuan once had a name called Yuan Qinhu, but I regretted it at the time, because the name was really ugly, and the generation was a bit wrong. I wanted to change it, so I asked the teacher to give him a name in his name in the book... and until now I have not thought of a name that I am satisfied with. Thank you for your enthusiastic response and brainstorming. Now there are many good alternatives. , vowel, and Yuanqu, I like them very much, and I will seriously think about which one to use.)