If Nan Qi in the coffin is as Jing Jiu judged, then he will be just a corpse, but if he wakes up, he will be a half immortal with invincible hands under the sword. How to choose seems to be a very simple thing.

Nan Wang turned around and walked towards the deep mountains. The white cat was faster than hers. It turned into a white shadow and disappeared in an instant, and there was no sound yet.

Jing Jiu didn't care. This was his suggestion, and he didn't have confidence that the corpse in the coffin would really not wake up.

The rising sun is getting higher and higher, the sky is getting bluer, and the mountains are getting clearer.

The barren mountains are not far from the sea, but there are not many rains, and there are very few kinds of life, even far inferior to the cold mountains.

Lengshan looks desolate, but in fact there are extremely rich fire veins and rivers underground. I don’t know how many beasts and monsters are surviving.

However, it may be because of the monotony that the autumn colors here are more beautiful and more intense. The golden leaves and fiery red leaves are arranged neatly according to their height, just like ribbons painted from a paintbrush.

Jing Jiu withdrew his gaze and looked at his right hand.

Back then in the West Sea, Jianxi's sword cut his body into two pieces with dozens of miles away, and then casually made Ada pay the price of injury.

He has been at the peak of his life these years and is indeed worthy of the title of Sword God, unlike in the past years when Cao Yuan looked a little dull.

Nan Ji is his master, and his realm and strength are even more unfathomable.

But none of these should be a problem.

Liu Ci is the real person in the head of Qingshan Sect.

He is the strongest man in Qingshan.

Then he must be the strongest person in Chaotian Continent.

Whether it is Jianxi or Nanxi, it should not be Liu Ci's opponent.

The problem is that Liu Ci has no sword.

That year, Jingyang Zhenren ascended, and he forced Jianxilai back to Xihai without killing the other party. In the battle of Yuntai that year, he and Jianxilai had a sword against each other, and were equally divided on the sea and sky, all because he had no sword.

If Nanshi fights with sword ghosts, can Liu Ci, without swords, cope with it?

Jing Jiu is of course the most suitable candidate. He knows that Liu Ci also hopes so, but he doesn't want to accept it.

That bad premonition seemed to be constantly warning him that if he accepted Liu Ci's request, there would be problems and he would regret it.

The weeds move without the wind.

Nan Wang walked back with the white cat's neck and asked him, "According to your calculations, how big may he wake up?"

Jing Jiu reached out to pick up the white cat, calculated it again, and said, "No more than 10%.

The white cat meowed softly, looking very aggrieved.

Of course, Jing Jiu knew that Nan Wang couldn't catch it. It wanted to come back, or was embarrassed to leave.

The incident at Guocheng Temple has brought it a lot of troubles, such as Zhao Luyue no longer hugging it, and Gu Qing and Yuanqu’s attitudes have changed, and the lessons have been profound.

As for why Nan Wang came back... Jing Jiu found that her temples were a little wet, and guessed that she went to the stream to take a shower.

After Nan Wang was happy to drink, he liked to sing folk songs. When it was inconvenient to sing folk songs, he liked to play in the water. When he looked at the stream and the lake, he wanted to take off his clothes and jump in.

She liked to do this many years ago, which made Liu Ci unable to do anything, so she had to place the lake on the top of Bihu Peak to her as a forbidden area, and it was not until she took over as the leader of Qingrong Peak.

"Ninety percent...that's really high."

Nan Wang was indeed drunk, so he picked up the wine pot and took a big mouthful, and said, "It should be fine."

Jing Jiu said, "It's okay if I have it."

Nan Wang turned his head and looked at him without saying anything with his bright and big eyes.

This is what Jing Jiusan is afraid of.

He turned his head and avoided her gaze and looked at the dilapidated temple more than ten miles away.

"Who are you?" Nan Wang asked.

Jing Jiu knew that she could not guess her true identity, just like she could not guess at the beginning of winter.

All are the same.

He did not answer the question and said, "I would recommend you to leave."

Nan Wang said: "Do you still remember the carriage in Daozhou City?"

In midsummer, they searched for clues to hide in the south in the world. The carriage rushed directly to the lake and brought the latest news. The doctor did not hide his identity because the lake was a forbidden area of ​​the Dongshan School and no one could get close to it.

The Dongshan Sect is a local sect supported by the Cheng family, and the Cheng family is an inconspicuous foreign family in Shiyuefeng.

There are many similar situations, especially in Tiannan. There are at least dozens of merchants like Baoshuju, and there are also six or seven major families like the Gu family. The southern barbarian tribes rely entirely on Nanwang to support them, so they can live a relatively peaceful life in this stuffy mountain. The court never thought of collecting taxes and corvee labor.

She is a drunkard in Jing Jiuyan, but she is a real god in the Nanman tribe.

If the green mountains fall, these will no longer exist and these ordinary people may die.

This is the reason.

So Nan Wang can't leave, the white cat can't leave, and Jing Jiugeng is like this.

...

...

The sword light illuminates the sky of the green mountains, bringing ominous blood and signals of fighting.

The blood line fell from Tianguang Peak to Shenmao Peak, and turned back to the appearance of Fu Sijian in Zhao Layue's hand.

She inserted the Fox sword into the ground and turned hard, opened the restriction of Shenmao Peak, and then walked out of the cliff.

A very small sword boat was parked on the sea of ​​clouds outside the cliff, and several disciples from Shiyue Peak were bowing to greet him.

Yuan Qu had already made preparations and followed Ping Yongjia, and the sound of the monkeys saying goodbye came from the cliff.

This sword boat is indeed very few, it can only accommodate dozens of people, but it is extremely luxurious.

Ping Yongjia looked at the small sword formation on the head of the boat and said in surprise: "How many crystals will it take to go back and forth to the West Sea?"

Yuan Qu said: "What does this have to do with us?"

Ping Yongjia still felt it was too wasteful and said, "It's okay for my disciples who have a poor level to ride on the sword boat, why don't the teachers control the sword? That's faster."

Yuan Qu thought to himself that you are also a disciple selected by Uncle Jing himself, how could you be so idiotic?

"I'll ask you, is it comfortable to drive a sword or to ride a sword boat?"

Ping Yongjia said for granted: "Of course it's the latter."

Yuan Qu said angrily: "Then are you going to let the teachers work hard to control the sword and sleep in the boat by yourself?"

The elders and disciples of the other peaks were also boarding the boat, but the number of people in those peaks was much larger than that of the Shenmao Peak, so the sword boat was naturally much larger.

The cold mist scattered in Shangde Peak, and the sword boat appeared and disappeared in it.

Yuan Qiying had already taken the lead in boarding the boat, Chi Yan, Duan Liantian and other elders were arranging their disciples' positions.

Junior Sister Yushan is well protected, and is closest to Lord Jianlu. She is surrounded by senior brothers. I believe that even if the sword boat is destroyed, there will be no accident.

The water at the top of Bihu Peak is swaying, and countless snow waves are produced.

Cheng Youtian took dozens of sword cultivators to board the boat, and only today did he realize that the lake water tasted a bit salty.

The disciples of Liangwang Peak were also climbing the boat, with sword lights flashing and clothes fluttering.

After passing Nanshan and others returned from the snow field less than a hundred days ago, they were about to set foot on the battlefield again.

The disciples of Shiyuefeng also boarded the boat under the leadership of Guangyuan Zhenren.

A clear sound rang out from the stone beam that was swept by fog all year round.

A black shadow broke through the fog, but did not land on the sword boat at Shiyue Peak, but on the sword boat at Shangde Peak.

Looking at the pheasant with an ordinary appearance and a charming and long tail, the disciples of Shangdefeng were startled, and then they guessed their identity and bowed to salute.

Junior Sister Yushan opened her eyes wide and thought to herself that Lord Yin Feng was so beautiful.

Chi Yan and Duan Liantian were thinking that even the guards had left Qingshan. It seemed that the head of the sect really wanted to destroy the Xihai this time.

...

...

"Xiao Si, you can take good care of your home in Qingshan."

Liu Ci passed the message to Xi Laifeng and did not look at Fang Jingtian again.

He knew exactly what Fang Jingtian was thinking, and today's Xiao Si was a reminder and a warning.

He walked to the stone tablet, reached out to take off Chengtian's sword sheath, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Uncle Master still didn't make a decision."

Yuan Gui slowly opened his eyes and glanced at him, thinking that this was not nonsense. Who would like to put a rope around his neck?

He is not that stupid chicken, nor is he a fool.

Liu Ci didn't say anything else, flicked her fingers.

A sword sound.

Resounds through the green mountains.
To be continued...