Gu 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 it, how could he die?"

Gu Qing was slightly surprised and wondered why Master, why can you judge this, and explained: "My aunt decided to do this in the twelfth lunar month, so he died."

Jing Jiu was a little surprised and thought that it would take at least four years to surpass Luo Huainan in the twelfth lunar month. Why could he kill the other party three years ago?

Gu Qing said what happened three years ago without hiding anything.

Knowing that there was Liu Shisui and Tongyan opposite the chessboard in this matter, Jing Jiu was silent for a while, and then signaled him to continue.

Gu Qing said, "At the age of ten, he disappeared, and no one knew where he went. The master was in seclusion in the twelfth lunar month, preparing to break the territory and enter the wilderness."

Jing Jiu said it well, but I don’t know which comment it made.

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

Jing Jiu was a little surprised and said, "The sword of that old guy in the South China Sea?"

Gu Qing said: "Yes, the head of the sect went to Yunmeng Mountain afterwards."

Jing Jiu said: "The heads of Zhongzhou should be very clear about this matter. The emperor should not have any deep meaning to give you swords, but just follow the flow."

Gu Qing was surprised again and wondered why Master, why is your judgment so affirmed?

He remembered something again and said, "This time he led the team here Fang Jingtian, the leader of Xilai Peak."

Hearing this name, Jing Jiu remembered what happened that night when the real-life and fake cave in Jingyang was opened for six years. After a moment of silence, he said, "Nothing happened."

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

It is obvious that Bai Zao in the cliff cave is practicing some kind of exercise, and it has reached a critical moment.

Zhongzhou sent disciples to form a formation outside the cave, forbidding anyone to approach, but of course they would not block Jing Jiu.

If Jing Jiu wanted to be unfavorable to Bai Zao, he would have been able to kill her at any time during the six years he had been in the snow field.

Walking into the calamari cave, he signaled Gu Qing and the boy surnamed Yuan to go to rest. Jing Jiu walked to the corner and looked up at the snow cocoon.

The fine cocoons were as fine as gold and jade, and the cocoons were not completely white, but in his consciousness, they were still used to calling them snow cocoons. Because those cocoons were extracted from the juice from the corpse of the snowworm, they could isolate the cold. Bai Zao was able to survive in such extreme cold for six years, which has a lot to do with it.

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

Jing Jiu's eyes were like swords, and he could even see the girl's closed eyes and pale lips through the silk thread.

Six years ago, he fell down with one finger and taught Bai Zao the Taoist method, just to try to see if it could help her repair the broken golden elixir.

He did not expect that Bai Zao, who had practiced Yunmeng Mountain's mysterious skills since childhood, was so consistent with the Taoist teachings of Shuiyue's Ancient One.

Without the help of the elixir crystal, it was extremely difficult to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. She had been in meditation for six years, and her income far exceeded his thoughts.

Of course, this kind of Taoist Dharma has the wisdom contributed by Zen masters. He has proved the thoughts with his mind and asked for the outside world much less than other techniques.

The girl's lips gradually became rosy and painted on the color of the rouge. Jing Jiu confirmed that it was fine and walked to the other side of the cliff cave.

The other end of the cliff is facing the cliff, and the cold mist in the night has not dissipated, and it is like countless steel needles.

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

In the deep cold fog, there was wind and snow rising, but I was afraid it was thousands of feet away from the entrance of the cave, so it would not affect the place at all.

The snowworms on the cliff had already crawled out of the cave and climbed along the rock wall to the depths of the fog. The juice they left behind remained on the rock wall, sparkling. Tens of thousands of snow-footed beasts headed north at high speed in the depths of the cold fog. He also saw many monsters he saw for the first time, and even saw a few white-haired snow monsters jumping, like rabbits.

He stretched his hand into the cold wind outside the cliff, his mind moved slightly, and a snow beetle appeared in his palm.

Compared with six years ago, the snow beetle has not become bigger, but is no longer transparent, and its whole body is filled with chills.

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

The moment he flipped his hands, the snow beetle that had been pretending to be dead suddenly woke up, stretched out six white limbs like thin bamboos, hugged his palms tightly, making a rapid scream, which sounded like ice and snow hitting the cliff.

Feeling its meaning, Jing Jiu was in a slightly different mood and thought about what to do with him. Although the green mountains are not hot, they are even colder, and they are definitely not suitable for the survival of Snow Country Biology.

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

Then, he looked up to the north.

His eyes passed through the night and the cold mist and the violent snowstorm further away fell on the lonely peak tens of thousands of miles away.

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

His feelings were even worse.

Because as long as the other party's instinct for devouring all life is not relieved, the calmer it is, the more terrifying it will be.

He had long understood what his senior brother wanted him to see.

"I'm leaving."

He said to the lonely peak in the distance.

Gu Feng did not respond.

Jing Jiu turned around and returned to the cliff cave.

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...

The night became darker, and Gu Qing woke up and took out another Hundred Grass Pill to serve Jing Jiufu.

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

Xiang Wanshu said: "Let us act carefully and take them back as soon as possible."

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

"Yes."

Xiang Wanshu turned his head and looked at the caving cave, and said with emotion: "I don't know how they survived so many years."

Gu Qing thought about the ragged white clothes and weak body on his master, and sighed: "Yes."

Xiang Wanshu leaned closer and asked in a low voice: "Jing Jiu... have you said, what is going on with my senior sister?"

Gu Qing said, "Master said it's okay, then it's okay, don't worry."

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the next day.

The snow cocoons in the cliff cave have undergone a very subtle change. When the wind blows by, the surface of the cocoon body is as light as the water surface, as if it is becoming soft.

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

Gu Qing confirmed that the division commanders and seniors of the two sects had no intention of coming, which was a bit unexpected.

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

The disciples of Zhongzhou Sect who formed a formation outside the cave were a little surprised and wondered where are you going? Xiang Wanshu reacted as soon as possible and looked into the cave with a nervous expression.

A thread floated on the surface of the snow cocoon, and was blown by the wind, floating gently. It was like a beautiful moth in the twilight, trying to break the 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 after taking it, because this name was really not good-looking and the seniority was a bit wrong. I wanted to change it, so I asked the master to give it a name in his name in the book... Then until now I didn't expect a name that I was satisfied with. Thanks to everyone's enthusiastic response and imagination, now there are many good choices. I like Yuan Er, which the Drunk Master personally chose, but I worry about confusing my seniority. There are also Yuanjia, Yuan Caocao, New Year's Day, Yuanfang, Yuanyin, Yuanqu, Yuanqu, etc. I like these very much. I will think about which one to use.)
Chapter completed!