Jing Jiu glanced at Shangdefeng and said, "I will go into seclusion next, and no one will come."

After saying this, he turned around and walked into the cave, and the heavy stone walls fell one after another, splashing dust.

The top of the Shenmao Peak became a little cold. It was not the psychological feeling of everyone, but the real situation, because the three-foot sword came with the wind and snow.

"Where is the head?"

Yuan Qi Whale's serious voice came from the three-foot sword.

In Zhao twelfth lunar month, Gu Qing and Ping Yongjia looked at Yuanqu at the same time.

Yuan Qu walked forward with a bitter face, bowed to the Sanchi Sword, and told Jing Jiu's explanation.

The three-foot sword hovered in the wind and snow, and after a moment it turned back to Shangde Peak. Yuan Qijing did not express any comments.

"Master, I can't always do this kind of thing, right?" Yuan Qu looked at Zhao Layue and said with an innocent look on his face.

Zhao Layue said: "The real person in the head has found a sword for you. He is still raising it in the sword peak at this time. It should be used in a few years."

Yuanqu was extremely surprised and could not care about the previous things.

Ping Yongjia was stunned for a moment, then looked at the Yun Zhoufeng in his senior brother's hand, and said innocently: "What about me?"

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...

In the deepest cave, stars shone from the top of the cave, just like tens of thousands of years, and even the angle of the light has not changed at all.

Jing Jiu sat on the futon with his eyes closed, his white clothes were illuminated by the starlight, like an immortal drinking too much jade liquid and was dozing off.

Listening to the sound of footsteps, he opened his eyes and looked at Zhao leyue.

Zhao Layue walked up to him and knelt down, looked at him and said, "Is it so hard to pursue the great way?"

Jing Jiu said: "The same is true for love, the same for cultivated land, and everything is hard to do."

Zhao Layue was very sad and said, "But why should people like you suffer these hardships?"

Jing Jiu said calmly: "People like me are worshipped by the world, but they have never thought about what to give back, why can't they suffer? What's more, where is suffering?"

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The wind and snow brought by the three-foot sword is fleeting in an instant.

Early spring is coming soon.

The Qingshan Formation was opened again, and a spring rain came, and wild flowers on Qingrong Peak were in full bloom.

Many Qingshan disciples were talking about it, which shows that Master Nan Wang’s sorrow may have been slightly reduced.

No one expected that Nan Wang would rise up in the spring rain and leave Qingshan directly through the passage opened by the formation.

A few days later, she returned from the East, and hundreds of sword strings gathered into an invisible bridge, sending her to the top of the Shenmao Peak.

Gu Qing hurriedly went forward.

Nan Wang raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Where is the leader of the well...?"

Gu Qing said, "Master is in seclusion, so is Master Aunt."

Nan Wang raised his eyebrows a little higher. Suddenly, he looked at the white cat lying in the wild flowers, waved his hand to signal Gu Qing to leave, and stepped forward and picked up the white cat.

A Da was about to rush to play with a butterfly, but he was very annoyed when he was disturbed by her. He was about to stretch out his claws and poke them twice, but suddenly he found that her breath was a little unstable. He couldn't help but be slightly shocked and asked with his spiritual sense: "What's wrong with you?"

Nan Wang said, "I went to Shuiyue Temple."

Ada was very surprised and thought to himself that you actually came to the door. Isn’t that asking for loss?

"How could a person like me lose?"
Chapter completed!