MTL - The Path Toward Heaven-Chapter 33 An old well in the snow

The disciples on the banks of the Xijian River did not dare to discuss the big event that day, and there will inevitably be exchanges in private. Soon the news spread, they only knew that the horrible flying sword that day was the Chaolai sword. Crazy strong man is naturally the main leader of the Bihu Peak.

It is said that Lord Bihu Feng was assassinated by the Hades and the Lao Lin Assassin in Chaoge City. He was seriously injured and was being healed somewhere. Who would have imagined that he would appear in this crazy state in front of Zhu Feng and his apprentices? It ’s like going into a demon, what happened?

No one gave an answer, the incident gradually subsided, and the cliffs cut by the thunderbolt of Lei Pengyun were also restored by the former division of Xilaifeng. They looked at it with the naked eye without any trace. After one night, it seemed that the matter was fundamental It never happened.

But the stern and crazy words still echoed between the peaks.

"Even if there is no one, what about two!"

"No one, two?"

What does this sentence mean without a head or a tail? No one can say clearly.

Remembering the bizarre death of the uncle of the Bihu Peak a few days ago, the whole thing became more and more full of strange feelings.

Jiu Jingjiu knows the meaning of this sentence, and also knows why Lei Poyun remembered it before he died.

He stood on the edge of the cliff with his hands on his shoulders, looking at the dark sky, and felt that it was like an old well, and there was a touch of tiredness between his eyebrows.

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On the top of the German peak, chilling and biting, in the meantime, no matter what the state, you must maintain absolute sobriety.

Wu Yuan rode on a whale to the depths of Dongfu, bowed his head and looked down at the bottom of the well. He didn't speak for a long time.

Arima snow whitened the cave wall, and his hair was whiter, but it had nothing to do with the cold.

夜 In order to suppress Lei Pengyun last night, he used the kendo learned from the outside world when he was young, the effect is remarkable, but the consumption of Jian Yuan is also extreme drama, it takes at least a hundred days to reply.

More than thirty disciples and deacons on Shang Defeng knelt behind him, waiting for his departure.

As the second figure of Qingshan Sect, he was qualified to determine the future of many people, even life and death, but he did not do so and raised his hand to signal the crowd to disperse.

I can't release Lei Poyun from the depths of the heavily guarded sword prison. Naturally, he is not an ordinary person. There is no way for these disciples to serve.

The question is why did the other party release Lei Poyun?

Wu Yuan rode a whale and looked towards the direction of Tianguangfeng outside the cave, wondering if this was to kill someone with a knife, or was it another temptation to himself?

"What happened that day ... still has to be checked, can't be broken."

He spoke slowly with a husky voice.

Deacon Tong and his disciples have all retired from Dongfu, and only the master's late dinner that he trusted most is still here.

Chi Ban said: "There is news over Liang Wang Peak ... but it is difficult to be sure, I don't believe it much."

"Since there is news, of course, you should go deeper, but ..."

Wu Yuan paused on a whale and said, "The days of Cheng Jian are coming soon. Don't make things too big."

Listening to Cheng Jian's big match, the banquet remembered something and said, "That well Jiu ... really don't need to look again?"

No matter who it is, as long as Zhao Layue can look at it differently, he is eligible to get more attention.

Looking at the brother who didn't speak, Qi Ban smiled bitterly and said, "The number of disciples who are willing to come to us on Defeng these years has been decreasing."

Xi Chengjian Conference was an occasion where Qingshan Jiufeng selected Cheng Jian disciples.

But for those excellent and potential disciples, why not choose Jianfeng?

For many years, the head of the Tianguang Peak, of course, is the place where most disciples want to go.

Ying Shang Defeng has great authority and first-class swordsmanship. Yuan Qi Whale is the master of the master, but in recent years, fewer and fewer disciples have signed up for Cheng Jian.

Liang Wangfeng can select talents from Zhufeng disciples and rarely chooses the object of Cheng Jian in advance. Shiyuefeng prefers academic research. In the past, Fengfeng managed Qingshan affairs, and there were relatively few disciples, but now he is willing to inherit Dejian. The number of disciples is even worse than Bihu Peak and Yunxing Peak, let alone Qing Rongfeng. Why? Because the atmosphere at Shang Defeng is too heavy, because the sword prison is too dark, or because all young disciples are extremely afraid of them?

"Is that slacker?"

Wu Yuan hummed coldly on a whale and said, "How can those little guys on the two forgetful peaks let him go?"

Ji Ban didn't understand what the brother said about letting go.

Wu Yuan riding a whale said, "You don't have to think about anything else, first see if it is possible to take the Bihu Peak."

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Time went slowly and firmly, and it didn't take long before they came to early winter.

It is said that at the request of Qing Rongfeng, the master of the house agreed that the Qingshan array opened a mouth, and the cold wind and snowflakes from the outside were poured into Jiufeng.

Looking at the snowflakes flying in the sky, Jing Jiu once again developed a feeling that he seemed to have forgotten something.

He started deduction, but got nothing, feeling more and more strange.

After returning to Qingshan from that small mountain village, he had many feelings that he had never experienced before, such as boring, interesting, such as forgetting ...

He cannot forget, then the generation of this feeling can only show that he has avoided something subconsciously.

Why? Because he is used to such a lazy life now?

On the day Xuexu fell, Zhao Layue came again.

She was meditating in Dongfu for dozens of days and perfectly digested the gains on Jianfeng. The most subtle damages have been repaired as before.

She Baixue fell between the cliff walls, the courtyard wall, and also on her body.

In the white world, her thick black eyebrows are extremely bright, just like her eyes.

I watched that sword light fall in front of Jingjiu's Dongfu, and a wailing sounded across Xijian Creek.

"Sister is here again!"

"Why is she here again?"

"Seventh! Seventh!"

The disciples barefooted their chests, or held hands, were disappointed and saddened by the choice of idols.

"I'm from Luyue, so I call this name."

腊 Zhao Layue glanced at her bracelet and said, "In a heavy snow."

Kusui Jiuxin thought this was a gossip? He had chatted with Liu at the age of ten, and had talked with Zhao Layue several times. Although he was still not used to why people would spend their free time chatting, but at least accepted the existence of this thing and knew that such things as gossiping need Beginning of a topic.

He is not good at finding chat topics. As for Zhao Layue, he only knows one thing.

"Which peak would you choose when you were carrying the sword?"

At the Jiu Jiu Summit, he chose his favorite disciple at the Cheng Jian conference. UU reads www.uukanshu.com. But if that disciple is too popular, the situation will be reversed.

的 A genius girl like Zhao Layue naturally has enough choices.

At the Cheng Jian Conference, which mountain peak she would choose is a curious thing for the Qingshan Sect and the entire world of practice.

But for various reasons, no one has ever asked this question in her presence.

Until Jingjiu seemed to start a chat.

腊 Zhao Layue didn't answer this question, watching the mountains in the snow, silent.

In the eyes of fellow students and teachers, she was a bit arrogant, taciturn and indifferent, but in Jing Jiu's eyes, she was like a stubborn little girl, which was a bit pitying.

Sukai Jiu raised his hand to rub her short hair, but put it down again, saying, "Don't think too much."

腊 Zhao Layue looked back and looked at him and said, "I'm going to Jianfeng to make the final preparations."

The so-called preparation is naturally the Cheng Jian Conference.

She came here to say this to him just to say goodbye.

Farewell is often a sad thing, but it does not apply to Jing Jiu.

"see you then."

He said.

I am repairing the road in a long way. There are many people who meet and there are reunions. The most are farewells, and then I never see them again.

He has seen too much sadness, joy, separation, life and death, so he can be very indifferent now.

In front of time, what can be done besides indifference?

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Zhao Zhaoyue left Xijian Creek and headed towards Jianfeng.

She did not control the sword, not because the small cyan sword was badly damaged, but because of other considerations.

At the end of Xijian Creek, she was stopped by Gu Han.