Chapter 550 Let's Practice Together
It was not yet deep at night, and the residents of the small town hadn't slept yet. There were still lights shining through in many yards, and the sound of bamboo cards being pushed on the table could be faintly heard.
The water waves hit the water waves, stirring up countless dark flowers, and the Daze under the night is so peaceful.
The clam shell should have sunk to the bottom of the lake, so it's hard to find.
Even if Jing Jiu could use part of the power of the Underworld Emperor's Seal now, it would be meaningless.
Zhao Layue walked up to him and asked, "Run away?"
Jing Jiu said, "Well, but it's not him who is going to be killed."
Zhao Layue was a little surprised, thinking that there are only a few people in the world who are worth your shot, who else could it be if it wasn't Emperor Xiao?
Jing Jiu turned around and walked towards the town.
There is actually a decent medical center in the small town, and there are some flowers engraved on the side of the plaque, and those broken flowers are pierced by a twig, I don't know if it is paulownia or something.
In the middle of the night, the hospital was 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, let out a soft cry, and quickly woke up the doctor.
Not long after, a few files were placed on the table, all of which were important information collected by the shutter man recently.
Lu Qing opened those files and carefully sorted them out.
Zhuo Rusui yawned boredly.
Zhao Layue stood at the entrance of the hospital with Ah Da in her arms, looking at the street.
Jing Jiu said, "Where is Huiyuan?"
"After the incident at Guocheng Temple happened, I knew you might ask, so I kept investigating." The doctor said with a bitter face, "Although Master Huiyuan is the Supreme Elder of Tonghua Temple, he has been traveling all over the mainland for decades, and there is no trace of his whereabouts. It may take some time."
After leaving the clinic, Jing Jiu suddenly asked, "The man who rolled the curtain belongs to the imperial court?"
Zhao Layue was a little surprised and said, "You don't know?"
Jing Jiu said, "I should be able to think of it, but I'm used to them all these years, so I don't think much about it."
Zhao Layue was silent for a while, and said: "Master Huiyuan should be an important person in the old forest. He has been able to hide for so many years. I think the roller shutter will not be able to find out for a while. Let's go back to Qingshan first?"
Jing Jiu didn't want to go back to Qingshan.
It is very troublesome to explain to Yuan Qijing about Master Ming after returning to Qingshan.
And he told Zenzi that he wanted to try again.
He said: "Go to a place, and I will take you to practice."
Hearing this sentence, Zhuo Rusui didn't react at all, while Zhao Layue and Gu Qing were a little surprised, thinking how this sentence sounded like a teacher who cared about the progress of his disciple's practice... The question is, apart from throwing a sword manual over at the beginning and holding two seminars, when did you take care of our practice?
Ah Dadu opened his eyes and glanced at him, thinking what is going on here?
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At the junction of Yu County and Beihua Prefecture, there is a mountain range that stretches for thousands of miles. Going out from the northernmost pass is Juye City, and to the south is the prosperous Central Plains. The difference in climate here is also so clear. The south of the mountain is lush forests, while the north of the mountain is steep cliffs that are inaccessible. The highest peak even has snow that does not melt all year round.
For the army, the geographical location here is very important, but it doesn't mean much to ascetics who can fly freely. There are no big spiritual veins here, only sparse spiritual energy, so there are only two or three very unknown small sects in the beautiful mountains and forests to the south, and scattered cultivators and evil practitioners can occasionally be seen in the cliffs to the north.
The sword light illuminated the peak, and Zhao Layue fell down. Under her deliberate control, Firth Sword did not emit a striking bloody light.
"Seventy miles to the north, a mountain demon was fleeing north. There was no smell of human blood in the cave. I didn't kill 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 state of Wuzhang, and they dare not come over when they perceive their existence.
Jing Jiu sat cross-legged and began to practice with his eyes closed.
"Is it here?"
Zhuo Rusui looked at the snow layer above and the desolate rocks around him, and felt that it was absurd. The aura here is so thin, why did he have to come here to practice?
While he was talking, Zhao Layue and Gu Qing had already sat down beside Jing Jiu and closed their eyes.
Ah Da consciously climbed onto Jing Jiu's head.
Zhuo Rusui felt even more absurd, and thought to himself, didn't the master master say that he would take everyone to practice together? Could it be that practicing together really means... practicing together? You don't have any medicine for us? Don't have any sword fairy secrets or something to teach us?
Thinking about it this way, no one listened to him at this time, so he had no choice but to sit down.
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Three hundred and seventy miles to the south there is a small sect called Xuantianzong.
Zhou Yunmu is the only surviving elder of the third generation of the Xuantian Sect, with extraordinary talent, he has cultivated to the late stage of Jindan, and the realm of the Qingshan Sect is the first stage of Youye.
Not to mention the current Xuantian Sect, even since the Xuantian Sect was founded, no one has reached a higher realm than him.
A few years ago, he was impatient with the affairs of the sect, so he passed the master to his young disciple Lu Jin.
Since then, he has been cultivating in the back mountain with the best scenery and the most aura. Few of his disciples are lucky enough to meet him and get his guidance.
But in the past two days, many Xuantianzong disciples have seen that the master is not in the cave, but is standing on the bluestone by the cliff.
He was silent while facing the high snow peak.
Zhou Yunmu's name is very poetic. Standing on the bluestone and standing against the wind, the appearance of his clothes fluttering is even more fairy-like.
The disciples looked at the picture over there, filled with admiration in their hearts, and discussed in low voices what happened.
The most guessed is that the patriarch's practice has reached a critical moment, he is comprehending the truth between heaven and earth, and may break through at any time.
The entire Xuantian Sect knew that the Patriarch's Golden Core Late Stage had been completed, and he was hitting the most dangerous and difficult pass of the Nascent Soul Stage.
Thinking of this possibility, Xuantian Sect Master Lu Jin issued a strict order that all disciples are not allowed to approach that piece of bluestone.
If someone could walk up to the bluestone at this time, they would find that their ancestor Zhou Yunmu was not comprehending the truth of heaven and earth.
He looked at the snow peak, his face was a little pale, and he was talking to himself in a low voice.
"Which family's senior is this... Logically, I should go to see him, but if I disturb my senior's practice... that would be a serious crime."
Zhou Yunmu looked at the peak half covered by clouds and muttered, "It's just that the aura of heaven and earth here is so thin, and even I can only rely on pills to maintain it. Why did the senior immortal master come here?"
Logically speaking, with his state of mind, he couldn't even notice the arrival of Jing Jiu and others. It's just that he practiced quite smoothly in the cave that day, and his mind was clear.
He has never even seen an immortal-level flying sword like Fusijian, not to mention touching it personally. How could he not know that the other party is definitely a powerful character that he can't afford to offend.
Fortunately, although the aura of Firth Sword is chilling, it is obviously a magic weapon of the fairy family, not a cultivator. He is not worried that the other party will come to destroy his mountain gate.
Zhou Yunmu looked at the peak with extremely complicated emotions, including envy, unwillingness, and jealousy, and the expressions on his face were constantly changing.
In the end, all the emotions were attributed to a sense of loss, and then calmed down.
At this time, a rain suddenly fell from the sky.
Judging by time and season, this may be the last autumn rain this year.
Zhou Yunmu still stood on the bluestone and did not leave.
Obviously he couldn't see anything, but for some reason, he wanted to watch for a while.
It may be because he knows that there is a scenery that he will never see.
You can go to the top.
The scenery is different.
Cultivating a Nascent Soul from a golden core is a threshold that most practitioners cannot cross.
The rain fell on his face, dripping slowly, not as sad as tears, just like clean water washing away dirt and making him calmer.
Although I can't come, I yearn for it, so why not take a look?
Suddenly he felt something strange, stretched out his hand to catch some rainwater, and found that there was...a faint spiritual energy in the rainwater!
His hands trembled slightly, wondering what's going on?
There is no complete spiritual vein here, and the aura of heaven and earth has always been thin. Why is there aura in the rain today?
Those auras are extremely weak, but they can be truly felt!
Zhou Yunmu's hands trembled more and more, he suddenly turned around, and shouted at the disciples and grandchildren of Xuantianzong: "Everyone come to the rain!"
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After that autumn rain, it really didn't rain again, but after a few days, it started to snow.
The snow line is gradually moving down, even the relatively warm Nanshan has accumulated a lot of snow, not to mention the place near the peak.
Four people sat side by side in front of a certain cliff, covered in snow, like snowmen.
Of course, the white cat on a snowman's head is still a white cat, just swollen.
Suddenly a sword flew in the southern sky.
The snowman raised his right hand, lifted the white cat, and took the sword letter.
The 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, not knowing what he was thinking.
With a soft buzzing sound, the Tunzhou Sword appeared between his hands.
The gray scaled lines on the sword became more flexible, like a salted fish about to turn over.
He was silent for a long time, and asked, "You guys also practiced like this before?"
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(Let's practice together, let's study together, let's be happy together, let's get in the rain together, the world is happy, and I wish you a happy weekend.)