Chapter 631: Snow White and Red Soup Make People Crazy

There was a heavy muffled sound.

Countless cracks appeared on the light blue glacier, like spider webs.

Zhao Layue was lying in the middle of the spider web, blood gradually overflowing, the picture looked beautiful and tragic.

She didn't see the battle of Chaoge City a hundred years ago, otherwise she would know that, whether she wanted it or not, she was really similar to Lian Sanyue at certain moments.

The shadow that covered the sun disappeared, and the sneak attack master left the snow field through the void.

From that person's point of view, Zhao Layue was attacked by his true nature sword, was seriously injured, and would undoubtedly die.

Even if she is a natural Daoist, possesses a rare treasure, and survives by chance, she is unlucky under the siege of so many snow charms.

This place is already deep in the snow field, not far from the lonely high ice peak. The man didn't want to stay here for too long, let alone alarm the Snow Queen, so he left with one blow.

Who is that person?

Zhao Layue already had the answer.

He Wei, head of the Kunlun School.

He Wei's realm is similar to hers, but his practice career is much longer, and he is better than her in all aspects of sword experience, not to mention that today is a sneak attack while she is fighting hard with Xuemei, so she naturally cannot guard against it.

Heavy footsteps sounded on the glacier, and those snow charms seemed to be slow, but actually moved towards her extremely fast.

Zhao Layue's sword heart turned slightly, and she was sure that she was too seriously injured to leave with the Forsi sword. She stood up from the ground with difficulty, her right hand fell heavily on her chest, and the invisible sword intent entered her body along her fingers, traveling through the meridians at an extremely fast speed, temporarily suppressing the remaining gloomy sword intent of He Wei.

Then she stretched out her hand to hold the Furth sword, her clothes fluttered without any wind, and she swept forward like smoke, killing the nearest Xuemei.

There were countless crackling sounds, and countless ice slags shot up into the sky, obscuring sight like wind and sand.

Zhao Layue flew backwards, smashed through the ice slag, and fell to the bottom of the glacier.

There was a muffled sound.

The snow cliff below the glacier was knocked out of a big hole.

Zhao Layue lay at the bottom of the pit with blood all over her body, her face still expressionless, wondering if she was going to die?

When others are in danger in the snow field, they can meet you.

Why can't you show up at this time?

Well, you are sleeping in Chaoge City.

The blood kept dripping down, covering her eyes, and in her sight, the sky and the earth were all bright red.

She raised her sleeves and wiped the blood off her face, thinking that if you were here, I wouldn't have encountered such a thing, right?

While she was thinking about these things, those snow ghosts were jumping from the glacier towards the ground, floating in the sky, getting closer and bigger.

She looked past these snow charms and turned to the north.

In the far distance, there is a lone ice peak faintly visible.

Why did she come to Xueyuan?

Because she needs to fight, because Jing Jiu has been here before, because of what Lian Sanyue once wanted to do, but in fact these are not important, the real reason is very simple.

She just wanted to come to the world for a trip, and always wanted to see that mountain.

Pity.

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In the deep winter, the green hills are still covered with grass and warblers are flying.

Nan Wang seems to have really been retreating in recent years, and it has been a long time since he asked for the Qingshan Great Formation to open its mouth to let the wind and snow come in.

Of course, it may also be because Liu Ci died and Yuan Qijing was in Chaoge City.

The green hills lacking the changes of the four seasons are really boring, so when people heard the loud noise at the top of Tianguang Peak, they all got up with their swords and went to check.

No matter what happens, it can be used to explain the boring life of cultivating Taoism, and it can also add some talking points when the same sect gathers at the Qingshan Conference next year.

Elder Mochi, Guo Nanshan and others walked out of the cave immediately, and looked over with surprise.

The stone gate of the cave has been smashed, the weeds all over the ground are lying on the ground, and the chair under the hut was blown to the ground by the wind, which looks extremely disrespectful.

There is a flying sword flying in the sky, shining... dull gray color, as if it wants to merge with the gray sky.

The aura of the flying sword was extremely clear and extremely high, but its speed was extremely slow. Looking at this scene, the other Tianguang Peak disciples were a little dazed, while Guo Nanshan laughed, with nostalgia and a touch of sadness in his smile, and said softly: "This guy really looks like Master the most."

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Zhuo Rusui, the former sect master's closed disciple, after another long retreat, finally succeeded in entering the Broken Sea Realm.

According to Guangyuan's observation of his sword marks that day, his realm is even more than that, and has reached the peak.

The whole Qingshan knew about this matter, and the disciples from all the peaks came to Tianguang Peak, congratulating on the one hand, and naturally curious on the other hand.

Hundreds of disciples from various peaks stood on the top of the peak, looking at Zhuo Rusui who was talking with Daoist Guangyuan, their eyes were full of envy and yearning.

Those female disciples of Qingrong Peak who had heard about Zhuo Rusui's past deeds were even more envious.

"Uncle Zhuo has cultivated Taoism for less than two hundred years, and he has cultivated to the peak of breaking the sea. He really deserves to be a natural Taoist!"

"This should be the youngest breaking sea peak in history, right?"

Disciples from various peaks talked a lot.

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded: "He is a year behind the head of the real person, of course it doesn't count."

The disciples turned around and found that they didn't know the person who spoke, and they didn't know which peak they were from.

The person who spoke was Yuan Qu, and the real person he was talking about was not Liu Ci, but the real person Jingyang.

Hearing this, those young disciples couldn't believe it, and thought to themselves, could it be true?

Zhuo Rusui, who was talking to Immortal Guangyuan at Luxia, saw Yuan Qu and heard his words, so he walked over directly and asked with some uncertainty, "Did you calculate correctly?"

Yuan Qu said: "I have backed up all the files, do you want to check them yourself?"

Zhuo Rusui was a little annoyed and said, "What are you doing so seriously? Besides, I'm only one year behind my uncle, and I'm still amazing."

Yuan Qu looked at him and smiled and said, "Sorry, you are three years behind my master."

Zhuo Rusui was stunned for a moment, and after a while he suddenly said angrily, "Where is she?"

Yuan Qu said: "Master has gone out."

Zhuo Rusui smiled embarrassingly, and said: "I beat her when I left the customs. It seems that she has no self-confidence. She is avoiding me!"

Yuan Qu said slightly mockingly: "If you have the ability, you can say it again in front of her."

Zhuo Rusui said angrily: "I used to give face to the head of the sect."

Listening to these conversations, those young disciples who didn't know Yuan Qu were very surprised, wondering who this person is, who is so rude when talking to Master Zhuo.

Someone said in a low voice: "This is Master Yuanqu from Shenmo Peak."

The resentment and anger of those young disciples disappeared immediately after hearing these words.

The three words Shenmo Peak have a very special meaning in the current Qingshan, although the legendary real master has been sleeping in Chaoge City.

"Then why are you here?" Zhuo Rusui heard two bad news in a row, and suddenly felt that life is still so boring, and he returned to the previous sleepy look, and said listlessly: "I can't see that I'm happy, and you're deliberately making trouble for me?"

Yuan Qu said: "Please eat hot pot."

Zhuo Rusui's drooping eyelids lifted immediately, and he said, "Okay."

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With Gu Qing not around, Shenmo Peak was unmanned, and those monkeys couldn't cook hot pot, so Yuan Qu took Zhuo Rusui away from Qingshan and went to Yunji Town. Jingyuan hadn't lived in it for a long time, and the Gu family had changed owners, but the services they should have remained the same. When they landed on the bank of the Huaxi River, the hot pot had just boiled, exuding a tempting aroma.

Tong Yan was sitting at the table, holding the top of the long chopsticks with her right hand, and slowly pulling them in the white soup. The slow look was really disturbing.

Zhuo Rusui was very annoyed by this kind of person, and felt that this was extremely disrespectful to hot pot. He didn't dare to say Jing Jiu before, so why didn't he dare to say Tongyan?

"If you don't like hot pot, what are you doing paddling in it? Also, you have to wait for everyone to eat! When you were in Zhongzhou School, Master Bai didn't teach you the rules?"

With just such a short sentence, Zhuo Rusui had already prepared the dipping sauce, picked up a piece of hairy belly and drowned in the red soup.

Tong Yan ignored him, took back the chopsticks and put them on the porcelain pillow, took a cup of tea and drank slowly.

While he was taking a sip of tea, Zhuo Rusui had already eaten the piece of hairy belly, drank a bowl of wine, then glanced at him, and continued to attack: "You are not in the realm now... Can you work harder? I used to be very optimistic about you."

Tong Yan still ignored him, until he ate two more plates of meat, then said slowly: "Fang Jingtian will be the head of the sect next spring, do you want to?"

When Zhuo Rusui heard the business, the chopsticks in his hand finally stopped in the air, and he said, "Of course I don't want to, where is Gu Qing?"

If the head of Qingshan falls into Fang Jingtian's hands, it will be extremely difficult for both him and Gu Qing to inherit the headship in the future.

Tong Yan asked: "Then what are you going to do?"

Zhuo Rusui picked up half of the pig's brain flower with chopsticks and threw it into the red soup, and said with drooping eyelids, "What else can I do... let's do it."