Chapter 219

Gu Qing was stunned and couldn't help laughing.

The young man surnamed yuan raised his sleeve and wiped his eyes.

The rest of the green mountain disciples laughed and shouted, "greetings to martial uncle!"

The disciples of other sects also laughed.

Ha ha ha ha!

Happy laughter echoed in the snow, and the cold fog on the other side of the cliff seemed to have retreated.

The disciples of Zhongzhou sect are also very happy, but why didn't they see the elder martial sister?

Xiangwanshu hurried to the cave. When he passed Jing Jiu, he bowed with his fist.

Gu Qing went into the cave, knelt down and kowtowed to Jing Jiu.

Well nine said, "get up."

Gu Qing got up and looked at his face. He found that he was thinner than before.

If you are an ordinary practitioner, even if you are not frozen to death by the cold, you will have problems because you have been isolated from the world for six years.

Cultivating Taoism and creating valleys cannot solve all problems.

But Gu Qing knew that his master never needed these.

His eyes fell on Jing Jiu's clothes and was surprised again.

This white dress from the top of Shenmo peak can resist the invasion of water and fire. Ordinary flying swords are difficult to cut. At this time, it has been seriously damaged, and there are gaps everywhere on the edge!

Is the cold fog so terrible? How did he survive these six years?

Gu Qing couldn't care so much anymore. Knowing that it was an offence, he released his sword knowledge and fell on Jing Jiu. He was even more shocked.

Jing Jiu's sword yuan has almost dried up and his body is extremely weak!

Gu Qing hurried forward and held his hand.

He wanted to ask, since you heard our voice, why don't you have to bear such a noisy and deafening sound without cutting the stone wall with frost sword, just because you think the picture of lying on the bamboo chair is very good?

Now he knew that well nine was really unable to move.

"Herbal pill!" Gu Qing whispered.

The young man surnamed yuan had already entered the cave. Listening to this, he quickly took out the pill.

Jing Jiu took the pill and was moved to explain that he had no big deal.

Suddenly a cry of surprise came from the cave.

Gu Qing and the young man surnamed yuan turned around and looked at it. They were also surprised by the picture.

There is a layer of translucent leather near the stone wall in the cave, which covers a huge area. From the grain point of view, it looks like a dried snow insect body.

It's so big after it's dried up. When it's alive, how terrible should this snow bug be.

But it was not the snow bug that caused the state sect disciples to cry out, but something in the corner of the cliff cave.

It is a cocoon like thing, which is made of countless extremely thin silk threads. Those silk threads are like gold and jade. Even if you look at them with divine consciousness, you can't see what material they are.

Through those fine silk threads, I vaguely saw a figure in the cocoon. He was sitting cross legged, as if he was adjusting his breath and exercising his power.

Who else can it be?

Of course, that figure is Bai Zao, whom Zhongzhou sect disciples are looking for.

At this time, Bai Zao's situation was obviously different, as if he was practicing a special skill. Of course, Xiang Wanshu and other Zhongzhou sect disciples did not dare to act rashly, let alone use magic weapons. Previously, he asked a disciple to try with a broken gold shuttle to see if he could cut a silk thread.

Unexpectedly, the golden silk thread was not broken, but there was a crack on the surface of the broken golden shuttle. The startling voice came out at this time.

Zhongzhou sect disciples looked at Jing Jiu.

He's the only one who knows what's going on.

Well nine said, "it's all right. You can come out in two days."

Hearing this, Xiang Wanshu and others were relieved, but they were still a little uneasy. They quickly summoned them back outside Baicheng. At the same time, they began to arrange arrays outside the cave to strengthen defense.

The disciples of Zhongzhou sect explained the current situation to the young practitioners of other sects, repeatedly thanked them and asked for understanding. Of course, the specific situation was not mentioned.

Those young practitioners naturally understood that they had nothing to do, and took the initiative to patrol on the periphery.

Tonglu is still standing in the distance, looking at the busy cliff cave in the deep of the tunnel, his mood is becoming more and more complex.

In the cliff cave, Gu Qing suddenly found that the iron sword was still burning and hurriedly reminded Jing Jiu.

The fire on the iron sword went out when the well nine moved.

He looked at the iron sword and felt uncomfortable.

After burning for six years, he was used to the way the iron sword looked like a torch, and even felt that the iron sword should be like that.

Then he remembered that the iron sword itself had no fire.

When the wind came in outside the cave, he remembered that not all the winds were so cold.

Thinking of these things, he fell asleep.

Gu Qing and the young man surnamed yuan kept close to him.

I don't know whether it is the effect of the herbal pill or the cold fog away. Jing Jiu's face is gradually ruddy.

At the darkest of the night, he woke up and found that the surrounding area was no longer as quiet and silent as in the past six years, and there were a lot of whispers.

He looked at himself and confirmed that there was nothing wrong. He got up from the bamboo chair and walked outside the cave. Gu Qing and the young man surnamed yuan were also extremely tired. They were dozing off against the bamboo chair. Listening to the news, they immediately woke up and got up quickly“ You're right here. Don't stay away. I'll go out to live and relax. " Well nine said. Gu Qing held his arm, looked at the Zhongzhou sect disciple in his eye hole, lowered his voice and said, "master, your sword yuan is almost gone." Well nine said: "always so, no harm." He is telling the truth. The cold fog made everything between heaven and earth slow down a lot. Even the aura of heaven and earth seemed to be condensed into an entity, which was difficult to be perceived and absorbed. He calculated very clearly that when the cold fog was thickest, the speed of absorbing the aura of heaven and earth in the cliff cave was probably less than 3% of that in the past. He wants to use sword fire to maintain the temperature in the cliff cave. The consumption of Zhenyuan is huge. Such a speed can not maintain the recovery of Zhenyuan at any time, so he can only use as much as he can recover. In other words, in these six years, his real yuan has never been full, and it can even be said that it has always been difficult to operate at the minimum. His body will become weak, which is also related to the cold fog, because everything will slow down, but these really don't matter. It only takes a while to get better. Gu Qing is still not at ease and refuses to let him walk alone in the night. Well nine had to let him follow him. Gu Qing gestured to the young man surnamed yuan to guard the cave and hold Jing Jiu to go outside the cave. Several Zhongzhou sect disciples are presiding over the array outside the cave. Looking at the figure of Jing Jiu, they quickly get up and salute. Gu Qing helped Jing Jiu out of the ramp and came to the snow field. Those young practitioners who participated in the Taoist war, looking at their figures, also got up one after another. This is a tribute to Jing Jiu. Regardless of the story Luo Huainan told, it is worthy of everyone's respect to say that he could survive in such a terrible cold fog for six years. What shocked these young practitioners even more was that Jing Jiu was so calm after he was saved. It seemed that he didn't care about all hardships. Who doesn't admire such aspirations? What they don't know is that Jing Jiu is too used to such isolated days. However, the excitement tonight makes him a little uncomfortable. When you come to a place in the snow field, there are no idle people nearby. The dark clouds disperse strangely and shed a star light. The ground is white and dazzling. Well nine took a look at Gu Qing. Gu Qing knew that the teachers of all sects would arrive soon. He should hurry to finish the story, so as to avoid misjudgment caused by master's ignorance of what had happened in the past six years. First of all, he repeated the story Luo Huainan once told in the shortest and most accurate language. Well nine said: "false." This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.