The dumplings are like wine, the more you drink it, the more you get.

If you are troublesome, the more you hide, the more you will find.

When Zhao wanted to kill Wang Xiaoming in the twelfth month, Jing Jiu did not agree, so now this trouble fell on him.

Qing'er's sigh was obviously mocking him, so he naturally wouldn't answer, so he asked, "Why did you steal this mirror?"

The mirror is naturally a blue sky mystery, so this is naturally a question about the appearance of a child.

Tongyan told the story at that time.

Only then did Jing Jiu realize that Bai Zhenren had already known the changes in Qingtianjian and wanted to use frozen means to make Qing'er's soul scatter.

He shook his head and said, "Everything that cannot be mastered will be erased. This is indeed like the behavior of the Zhongzhou Sect. But you are also a disciple of the Zhongzhou Sect, why did you save her?"

Tongyan said: "She will become the true spirit of Tianbao, that is the real life. I heard that this is what you told her."

Jing Jiu nodded.

Tongyan said with a expressionless face: "Since she is a living person, she can be regarded as a disciple of Zhongzhou Sect. How can she be executed at will?"

This sentence makes sense, the problem is that truth has never been very important to the overall interests of the sect.

When Taiping Zhenren and him took Liu Ci and Yuan Riding Whale to sweep the green mountains and peaks, they were not based on any reason, nor did they ask about those reasons.

The Tailu Zhenren was dissatisfied and refused to surrender until the end. He was still imprisoned in the sword prison today, enduring the pain of the invasion of the cold and cold body, and was never liberated.

Thinking of the bastard uncle who was stained with blood from his fellow disciples but insisted that he had a reasonable point, Jing Jiu shook his head.

Tongyan misunderstood his meaning and said, "The way of chess is to pursue distinct black and white."

Jing Jiu remembered the eyes of the twelfth lunar month, was silent for a while, and then asked: "The way of chess is focused on planning and action. You are also good at it, why are the methods so rough?"

That day, deep in the earth veins, Tong Yan heard Qing'er say it, without thinking, she took the Qingtianjian and left. It really couldn't be considered a steal, it should be a robbery.

"She was weak at the time and was about to die, and she didn't have time to think about it."

Tongyan said calmly: "And I thought too much before and calculated too much, but I can't beat you. I'll take another path, or have some opportunities."

Jing Jiu said: "Intuition is also a calculation, but the intermediate process is omitted. The results may not be accurate enough, but the general direction will not be wrong."

Tongyan said, "Then why did you come to Lengshan? Is it because you have calculated what you have?"

Jing Jiu said, "I'll sharpen my sword."

Tongyan didn't understand what he meant, so she looked at the cosmic edge that had been floating quietly in the air, thinking that what else would it take to sharpen such a good sword?

Jing Jiu looked at Qingtianjian and said nothing.

After leaving Qingshan, he went to many places, Daze, Mines, and Chaoge City, just to find the perfect sword-grinding stone.

He never thought of using the Qingtianjian to sharpen his sword, but he didn't expect that he would encounter it after going around in circles.

It was not until this time that he realized that what he had been looking for was it.

In Qing'er's words, is this fate?

Thinking of these things, he raised his hand and touched Qing'er's head naturally.

Tongyan raised her eyebrows and said, "This is the true spirit of my sect. Please respect it for fellow Taoists."

Qing'er felt a little itchy, flew behind Tongyan to hide, poked her face out, and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, I want to touch your little Zaoer."

The baby-faced eyebrows raised higher and thicker, but obviously they were not happy about it.

"I'll take a break."

Jing Jiu closed his eyes and started to sleep.

The cold wind whistled in the dead woods, and a few wooden birds were flying in the dark sky. They were obviously the magic weapon of the Xuanyin Sect.

Hundreds of Xuanyin Cultists are scattered in this cold mountain wasteland. The ground and surface are filled with formations and fire nets, and the other party may find this place at any time.

Tongyan and Qing'er looked at each other and thought to themselves that this person's heart was really big.

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...

The red on the cliff is very deep, not like blood, but more like some kind of paint.

Because the temperature is too high and the wind is dry, there is no deep feeling to reach the canyon far into the mountains.

The ground in the canyon is full of sharp redstones, which are extremely hot. If someone breaks the raw eggs on them, it only takes a few breaths to get a perfect single-sided fry.

Several Xuanyin scholars knelt on the ground, their hands and knees were cut by stones, and the blood flowed out was scalded into smoke, emitting an unpleasant smell of burnt.

"I am incompetent, please ask the master for punishment."

They didn't dare to get up at all, and kept kowtowing to the figure ahead, regardless of whether their foreheads would be burned.

In the face of the fear of death, pain is not qualified to exist.

The man turned around, and his leather boots crushed the stones and shattered them into red powder.

"I haven't found them after using them for so long. Three disciples died...whether the dead people?"

There was no emotion in his voice, which was in sharp contrast with the hot environment around him.

Some believers came in with three corpses from outside the canyon, and they were the three Xuanyin Cultists who were killed by Jing Jiu.

The man slowly walked to the three bodies, then slowly squatted down, leaving a shallow ditch on the ground behind him.

The Xuanyin Sect Leader who claimed to be the King of Ming was still very young, with no emotion on his face, extremely cold, but there seemed to be a ball of wildfire in his eyes.

Before Liu Shisui rebelled out of Qingshan, he used the magic skills of the Blood Demon Sect to seriously injure Jian Ruoyun. At that time, there was a similar wildfire in his eyes.

"Detectively use swords to kill people, and do not use sword fire to burn corpses afterwards, without any concealment... Qingshan Sword Cultivator is indeed so arrogant."

The Ming King looked at the broken neck of the three corpses and felt the sharpness in it. The wildfire deep in his eyes became more and more prosperous.

After Shi Toyochen committed suicide, he left Chaoge City, jumped off the cliff and met treasures, entered the mountain to get the fate, and finally achieved a shocking demon skill.

After expelling Su Ziye and taking power in Xuanyin Sect, he reprimanded the Fiery Sun Banner and became a great figure in the evil way.

What he wanted to do most was to kill Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue, and naturally had an in-depth understanding of Qingshan's sword intent.

Gao Ya suddenly walked out of the depths of the canyon, bowed to him, and refused to get up.

The Ming King raised his eyebrows slightly and raised his hand to signal the people to disperse.

Gao Ya stood up and advised, "It's okay for Zhongzhou Sect to say that Tongyan is an abandoned disciple after all, but there is another Qingshan disciple... I would like to ask the master to think twice."

The Xuanyin Sect is now becoming more powerful, especially after the Lieyang Banner was re-sacrificed, which made some old people in the sect feel like they were dreaming about back then. But if they offend the two righteous leaders of Qingshan Sect and Zhongzhou Sect at the same time... it is still a rhythm of seeking death.

The Ming King said expressionlessly: "Since he is a disciple of Qingshan, he must kill him even more. No one should persuade me."

Gao Ya's face looked a little ugly and he whispered: "Master, you have been back to the ancestral altar for a short time. You may not be very clear about some things. The ancestor three hundred years ago..."

With a buzz, the heat waves in the canyon evaporate.

The Ming King sensed the feeling coming from the Lieyang Banner, raised his eyebrows and looked out of the canyon, thinking which Qingshan sword cultivator was actually not dead when he touched the banner fire?

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...

One day and one night have passed.

Xuanyin Sect has strengthened the search force, and the formation has gradually narrowed its scope. Array disciples have already arrived around this forest.

The illusion released by Qingtianjian is far less true than the illusion inside. It can be hidden from ordinary practitioners, but there is no way to hide from real strong people.

If this continues, the Qingtianjian will inevitably be discovered.

Tongyan glanced at Qing'er and asked with her eyes whether the two of them should leave first.

Jing Jiu likes to sleep and continues to sleep here, and can also attract the attention of the Xuanyin Sect.

Qing'er looked at Jing Jiu and hesitated.

Perhaps it happened that Jing Jiu woke up, and countless faint sword intents overflowed from the ground, returning to his body, making his clothes flutter.

Of course, he was not really sleeping, but using the sword intent to sense, calculate the formation of the Xuanyin Sect, and determine the locations of the strange fires underground.

In one day and one night, his sword intent had been searched for more than a hundred miles of underground situations and made a general judgment.

He glanced at Qing'er.

Qing'er understood what he meant and returned to the Qingtianjian.

The young face carried the Qingtianjian behind her.

A buzzing sound.

A gust of wind broke out in the woods.

The Xuanyin Cultists felt the movement and rushed into the forest, but found nothing.

Even the weed with two leaves disappeared.

There is only one hole on the ground, which is unfathomable and I don’t know where to go.

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To be continued...