Chapter 199

The rising sun came out for a while and was soon swallowed up by the clouds.

I don't know if it's too cold. The color of the morning glow is a little light and looks very spiritless.

Zhao Layue walked to Baicheng and looked back to the north.

The snow field was right in front of her, and well nine was inside, but she couldn't go in.

With her realm strength, even if she goes, it's useless. She can't even cross the cold fog and will die.

At this time, she needs help, but qingshanzong doesn't allow her to go in and naturally won't help her, so she can only find that person.

Yuan Qijing didn't want to talk to her last night, but she directly pointed out the matter, so yuan Qijing still showed her a way.

The road leads to a temple.

There is only one temple in Baicheng. It's easy to find.

She went to the temple and thought she could see the man. Unexpectedly, she saw the winter first. It was a little unexpected.

Sitting on the threshold for the winter, I don't know what I'm thinking.

A pair of couplets are hung on both sides of the temple gate.

"Save the suffering, save the world, seek the Buddha, seek the Tao and seek yourself."

This couplet may have some deep meaning. Zhao Layue didn't think about it and walked towards the temple.

Passing by, the winter asked, "are you well?"

Zhao Layue gave a sound, walked to the Golden Buddha and narrowed her eyes.

Although the light of the rising sun is dim and reflected by the golden paint, it is still dazzling.

The Golden Buddha was very rich, with his stomach bare and his smiling face slightly narrowed.

Her eyes fell on the knife in front of the Buddha.

That iron knife is as long as a beam of a house. I don't know how heavy it is.

Thinking about the rumors about the knife, Zhao Layue's eyes gradually brightened and gave birth to some hope.

But where is the owner of this knife?

She turned to the temple gate and asked, "what's going on?"

Winter said, "she's having a baby."

Zhao La Yue was stunned and asked, "who?"

Winter said: "Snow Queen."

Zhao Layue was silent for a moment and asked, "is the fog?"

"Those mists are her blood." Looking at the fog in the north over the winter, she said, "this is the most important moment in her life, so she doesn't hesitate to consume her blood and gas and recall all her people. She just doesn't want to be disturbed. Of course, she won't take the initiative to provoke."

Zhao Layue said: "I read in the book that women have children very painful and will become very weak."

Winter said: "I also read it in the book. It's really painful to read it once because of curiosity, and the pregnant woman will become weak. I even wonder if this will be the weakest moment in her long life."

Zhao Layue said, "in that case, why not call all the strong men in the practice world to enter the snow field and kill her?"

"First of all, she hasn't been born yet. She hasn't reached her weakest point. No one knows how many years she will have to wait."

Winter said, "even if she really gave birth, how many guys do you think dare to go in and kill her?"

Zhao La Yue didn't understand. She thought, isn't this the best chance for the Terran?

"If you gather all the strong men of the Terran, even if you don't want the old guys of the evil sect, you can certainly kill her, even if she doesn't have a child."

Winter looked up at her and said calmly, "the problem is that 90% of the participants may die, so who is willing to give up the avenue of longevity to work hard?"

"But someone has to do it," Zhao said

Listening to this, she smiled over the winter and looked a little relieved.

Many, many years ago, she was like Zhao Layue now, and really contacted the strongest of various sects and said her plan.

She even went to Yunmeng Houshan and Qingshan Yinfeng.

However, no one responded to her except the idiot.

Jingyang gave the best answer.

She never saw him again after that day.

"Over the years, only that idiot has been working hard here. Have you ever seen them come here?"

After winter, he sat on the threshold, pointed to the big things in the practice world who didn't show up behind the clouds, and said with a look of contempt.

Zhao La Yue looked at her and asked, "who are you?"

With such an attitude towards such big people as the leader of Zhongzhou sect, Xihai sword God and Yuan Qijing, it is naturally impossible to describe the Dao saint as an idiot as a young disciple of Shuiyue nunnery.

Winter did not answer.

A sigh sounded in the temple.

Winter ignored.

Zhao Layue turned and looked, still didn't see anyone, and couldn't judge where the voice sounded.

"I know what you mean, but I can't help you."

The sound was thick and bright, echoing in the temple, as if it originated from all places, and it seemed that something was missing, which made the listener feel disappointed.

I didn't see anyone, but Zhao Layue knew who the other party was.

She saluted seriously to the temple and said, "Zhao Layue in Qingshan, I've seen Lord Dao."

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The master of the sound in the temple is the sword saint.

He was a descendant of Guocheng temple three generations ago. He was ordered to come to the north and join the wind knife sect.

As an ordinary disciple of Fengdao sect, he won the first place in meihui Taoist war, but refused to return to Guocheng temple to inherit the Abbot's mantle and true biography.

In the following years, the weak students of Fengdao sect suppressed the Kunlun sect and became the most powerful sect in the north of Chaotian continent.

He himself became one of the strongest in the spiritual world.

Even more awesome, he came to Baicheng and never left again.

For countless years, he led believers and believers to cooperate with the God army in Zhenbei against the invasion of snow country monsters.

Looking at the world, he is the only one who dares to fight the queen of the snow country, and the war will never stop.

Over the years, he has fought with that existence many times, seriously injured and nearly died many times, and never gave up.

Wind and snow in Gudao town.

Nature becomes holy.

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The swordsmanship cultivation of Xihai sword God is incomparably high and comparable to the gods, so it is called sword God. Qingshanzong and wuenmen sword schools have never been satisfied.

But in the Chaotian continent, no one dares to refuse the title of Dao saint.

Otherwise, you come.

Apart from Jingyang immortal, few people can convince Zhao Layue.

To be disrespectful, even the leader of green mountain and the sword God of the West Sea don't think so.

Don't you just live a few more years?

——If I can live for so many years, I don't know who is stronger.

Dao Sheng her clothes.

Because she can't do such a thing.

So when she saluted, she was very serious and her posture was very low.

Dao Sheng said, "since the peak master is a disciple of Jingyang immortal, you can meet my peers."

Zhao La Yue stood up straight and asked, "then forgive me for asking directly. Why can't you help me?"

If someone dares to go deep into the snow and bring Jing Jiu out at this time, it must be the Dao saint.

He has this courage and ability.

"I've been with her for so many years, and I've never felt her mental state. She's extremely sensitive, irritable and irritable... I have a feeling. Don't say temptation or provocation. Even the smallest action will cause her misunderstanding, and she will set off the most violent counterattack. To be exact, she may go crazy. In that case, Even if those people in the sky are willing to help, we really kill her, and at least half of the whole Terran world will be buried with her. If we don't move now, Beidi should usher in the most peaceful years. Should she be busy raising children? Then this period of time may be longer. "

After hearing this, Zhao Layue was silent for a long time.

Compared with the peace that may last for decades or even longer in the northern continent, not to mention Jingjiu and baizao, no matter how important people are, they are not worth mentioning.

"Then wait like this? What happens when she has a baby? The Terrans may have to face two queens. "

"The world in the snow country is simpler than ours. There can only be a queen. When she raises her children, I believe they will fight first and decide the outcome. If the winner still wants to go south at that time, I'll fight with that one again."

"You dare not go in now. Can you beat her in the future?"

Everything is reasonable, but she is still uncomfortable. Even if it is Dao Sheng, she still wants to ridicule each other.

Dao Sheng's voice was very calm, even a little stupid.

"I can't fight. I can't fight all my life... But I still have to fight."

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Zhao Layue had nothing to say.

The sound of Dao Sheng didn't ring again.

She went back to the temple gate, sat on the threshold, looked at the snow field in the north, and said softly, "is this how to wait?"

She asked the same question earlier. That time she said the queen of snow country, and this time she said well nine.

"The fog is so cold that no one can live, so there is no need to wait at all, but everyone always has to pose as worried and want to do something."

Winter said, "look, in a few days, all the people will leave, and the excitement of Baicheng will stop."

Zhao La Yue said, "but well nine is not dead."

Winter said, "he is either dead or dying. In short, he is dead."

Zhao La Yue said, "no, you're all dead, and he won't die."

With these words, the temple became very quiet.

Two girls sat on the threshold.

Jinfo looked at them.

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Cold fog locks the snow field.

The Dharma boats of various sects flew away one after another.

Zhao Layue asked Gu Qing and the young man surnamed yuan to leave with the Castle Peak sword boat and stay.

Baicheng is getting colder and colder. As soon as autumn arrived, there were several heavy snowfalls. The wells in the city were frozen through, and it was difficult to heat the Kang. Even the most devout believers were forced to leave. Winter is gone. Zhao Layue is still sitting on the threshold. After winter, spring is still cold. Until the midsummer came, the fog on the snow field did not become less, and there was finally more warmth in Baicheng. The well water gradually changed, the city was full of pear blossoms, and well nine still didn't come back. Zhao La Yue stood up, her black braids hanging down, much longer than last year. She pulled up her black braid, cut it gently, threw it on the ground, and then left. The wind blows and the hair is short and messy This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation