Chapter 217

Listen to the bamboo Pavilion, cloud thirteen continues to explain the general situation of jiuxiao mountain, Ning Chen is also listening quietly, quickly understanding the strange world.

"There are five halls on jiuxiao mountain, taixuan, Tianzhu, Lihe, qiluo and Xuanji. Among them, taixuan hall lives Zhangjiao, Tianzhu hall lives jianzun, Lihe hall lives yaozun, qiluo hall lives Huazun, Xuanji hall lives mengzun"

"Zhangjiao is my master, who is strict, in charge of mountain affairs, jianzun is easygoing, no matter what, and is very popular with disciples Yao Zun and Hua Zun have their own things to do. They don't appear many times on weekdays. However, they are good for their disciples. As for Meng Zun, Yun shisan scratched his head and said, "I don't know much about Meng Zun. I just heard from the master that Meng Zun is the highest one among them, but Meng Zun seldom appears in front of his disciples Yes, I've only seen it once "

Ning Chen listened attentively, and at the same time, he felt a shock in his heart. These five statues are undoubtedly the existence of a congenital state. It's hard to believe that there are so many congenital strong people in just one jiuxiao mountain.

However, he knew that there were only two strong people in the three disaster areas at most, which was much less than that in China.

Yun shisan said a lot. When he finally talked about jiuxiao mountain recruiting disciples, he stopped awkwardly.

He forgets that Ning Chen is just an ordinary person. It's useless to talk about it.

Ning Chen doesn't care. He can't stay in jiuxiao mountain for a long time. How to find a way to go back is the only thing he cares about now.

Yun shisan thought for a moment and suggested, "since you have no place to go, you'd better report your name. As an outside disciple, you stay on jiuxiao mountain to do chores. There are not many things on weekdays, such as sweeping the floor. It's not tiring. The most important thing is to have a place to live"

"en"

Ning Chen nodded and answered casually.

"I'll teach you some mental methods. Although you're only a little late now, it's OK to keep fit." Yun shisan thought again and said.

"Thank you," said Ning Chen.

Yun shisan wrote out a pithy formula and explained it carefully while teaching. He was very patient.

Ning Chen silently wrote down that he also wanted to see the difference between the world's skills and that of China. The master of the land had conspired with China for a long time. He had to understand the world well.

The most important thing in the art of war is to know yourself and the enemy. Whether he can go back or not, it's always right to know more.

Half a day later, Yun shisan went out and gave a brief explanation. As the chief disciple of jiuxiao mountain, it was still no problem to arrange a servant outside.

There are not many disciples in jiuxiao mountain, but the place is amazing. Apart from the main peak, there are few people in other peaks, so the most important thing is the residence.

Ning Chen chose a corner, not far from the main peak, and was responsible for cleaning the ladder before the main peak every day.

There are nine thousand nine hundred steps to climb the ladder. On weekdays, there are regular disciples to clean it. In fact, this task is much more leisurely than it seems.

However, Ning Chen sweeps very carefully. He gets up early every morning and starts to clean. After that, he goes back to his residence to have a rest.

After a long time, the regular disciples who were in charge of cleaning found that they could not clean the ladder any more.

The day of Dabi, a disciple of the outside school, is approaching, and the disciples on the mountain are busy preparing for Dabi, a disciple of the outside school.

On that day, there will be many important people from other sects coming. Jiuxiao fairy mountain, as one of the most sacred places in the world, can't lose its courtesy.

Ning Chen doesn't care about these things at all, and only does what he should do every day.

Wuzun still lives high in the five immortals hall. Except for jianzun, other people almost never show up.

The morning light is falling, and the morning sun is rising. Ning Chen, as usual, is cleaning up on the ladder. The jiuxiao disciple, who occasionally goes up and down the mountain, has long been used to having such a person. It's not surprising at all.

Just as he was sweeping up the 4000 steps, heaven and earth suddenly changed, and a breath of terror came from the foot of the mountain. In a flash, it passed up the ladder.

The disciple with a little poor cultivation was affected by this powerful power, and immediately flew out with serious injury, and his life and death were unknown.

Ning Chen is a little bit far away. When the mysterious strong one passes by, he doesn't pay attention and goes on.

A moment later, the mountain was robbed, and dozens of disciples joined hands, but they couldn't take a single move, causing heavy casualties.

Yun shisan's anger is burning. He grabs out his sword and wants to stop the assailant.

However, the gap between the innate and the acquired can't be made up by manpower. Just two moves will make you fly out seriously.

Ning Chen came, calmly looking at the constant death and injury of Yunxiao disciples, his eyes never flashed any waves.

There are more and more casualties on the mountain. Ning Chen goes to Yun shisan, who is seriously injured. After checking, he finds that there is no danger of life, so he is relieved.

"Elder martial brother, elder martial sister"

xiaoshitou ran out and saw a series of figures constantly flying out. As soon as he was about to step forward, he saw a powerful palm force breaking out and forcing his life.Ning Chen look a cold, Mou Guang Ling lie, the whole body world aura violently turn over, suddenly, bump into the palm force of force.

"Ah"

Xiaoshi flew out by the aftershock and fell on all sides, but he saved his life.

The figure in black was surprised and knew that there was a real strong man.

At this time, the ancient light of the sword across, a Confucian dress sword Zun appeared, forced up.

In the distance, Ning Chen carries the small stone to cloud thirteen, and then quietly guards on one side.

The living Yunxiao disciple quickly withdrew from the war and didn't want to be a drag on jianzun.

The war was extremely fierce. Jianzun's single sword met the mysterious man. For a moment, he couldn't get the upper hand at all.

At the next moment, the shadow of the night got rid of the sword light and went straight to the taixuan hall.

"Presumptuous!"

The dark shadow breaks into the taixuan hall, and a very angry rebuke comes out. Jiuxiao Zhang teaches to fight the person who breaks into the hall.

A moment later, the figure in black flew out of taixuan hall, fell from the sky and left quickly.

"Do you want to walk like this when you break into jiuxiao?"

In Xuanji hall, a cold voice of a woman came out. At the same time, thousands of lights gathered in front of everyone, forming a beautiful image of the peerless elegance.

The figure in black is not afraid at all. He bullies his body and prints out his powerful palm force.

Meng Xuanji's figure disappears, and with a backhand, he meets her.

In an instant, the figure in black snorted, and the figure retreated quickly, and it was shot with one hand.

Terror palm force roars, but this time it is not towards mengzun, but towards ningchen and Xiaoshi.

A touch of panic flashed in the small stone eyes, subconsciously grasp the side of Ning Chen, but he forgot, the people around him seems not as good as him.

Ning Chen heart a sigh, is about to hand, but see a touch of beautiful shadow swept, wave to block the roaring hand force.

The shadow of the night grasped the gap of the moment, and the body was folded in the air. After a few flashes, it disappeared.

Meng Xuanji snorts coldly and looks at the three people behind him. Without saying anything, the lotus steps lightly step on them, turning into a streamer and flying to Xuanji hall.

Jiuxiao Zhangjiao appeared, his face was very gloomy. Looking at the dead and wounded disciples on the ground, his eyes were almost full of anger.

Half a day later, the mountain disciples quietly cleaned up the battlefield, and no one said a word.

Ning Chen is an outside disciple. He can't stay on the mountain for a long time, so as soon as the battle is over, he leaves quietly.

No one will care. Many people know that this is the outer disciple who sweeps up the ladder at the foot of the mountain. He is just a mortal.

Day by day, this tragic scene seems to be just a simple interlude. Dabi, a disciple of the outside school, arrived as scheduled. Many masters and secular princes of famous schools came and gathered on jiuxiao mountain.

Ning Chen still sweeps up the ladder every day, ignoring everything that happens on the mountain, and never goes up the mountain again.

Little stone occasionally goes down the mountain, and the bun on his head is still very lovely. The sadness of a child won't last long. After crying for a few times, it gradually fades away.

Ning Chen sweeps the floor, and the small stone is playing around, which makes the stone steps full of dust.

Ning Chen also don't care, smile again sweep the dust to one side, again and again, never tired.

At night, Xiaoshi goes back to the mountain, and ningchen goes back to his residence and begins to practice.

He didn't know what he was now. He had experienced the second disaster from birth, but he didn't have any real Qi in his body. Even the elixir was the same as ordinary people.

It's not that the cultivation is exhausted, it's not that the cultivation is sealed, or it's gone, as if it's never been practiced.

Ning Chen practiced for a long time. In the sea of Qi, a trace of real Qi began to appear, but it was far away from the convergence of cyclones. It was impossible to cultivate in one or two days.

The cold moon shines high, a trace of cold air into the body, Ning Chen opens his eyes, gets up and comes to the house, looking at the high nine days, eyes cold as ice.

The aura of heaven and earth swirls around the whole body. At the next moment, the figure under the moon disappears and rushes to the top of the nine days.

Nine days cold, cold wind more and more strong, Ning Chen to heaven and earth aura to protect the whole body, but still feel a burst of piercing cold.

The biggest difference between congenital and postnatal is that congenital can mobilize the power of heaven and earth, but postnatal cannot.

It's a pity that ningchen's cultivation has been completely lost, and his body is no better than ordinary people. The more he goes up, the more he feels powerless.

Half an hour later, Ning Chen returned to the foot of the mountain, scattered the aura of the whole world, and began to practice again.

Now, if he can't go up for nine days, he must return to his original accomplishments as soon as possible.

Little Stone said that he fell from the sky, because there was only a cliff in the back mountain, there was no road, and there was a big pit around him.

He didn't know why he was still alive and why he came to this place. The only clue was Xiaoshi's words.

Since he fell from the sky, he had to find a way to go up again.Perhaps, he can find something, or perhaps, the way to go back, on the illusory nine days.

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