Chapter 465

The next morning, the ice on the lake melted more and the nunnery was warmer.

Tong Yan confessed with the old nun, left the nunnery, and came to Dayuan city through the wet mountain road.

He found childe Li's antique shop, bought some things, and inquired about some things through the neighborhood and those idle people.

It happened to be the Xihai incident ten years ago. The girl met by childe Li in the nunnery should be the elder of Shuiyue nunnery.

It's easy to draw this conclusion, because Tong Yan is good at calculation and happens to know the inside story of that matter.

When he returned to the three thousand nunnery, it was dark, and the longevity lamp hanging on the tree bridge beside the lake became brighter. Tong Yan came to the Zen room and looked inside.

Xueji is sleeping in the quilt mountain. She doesn't know when she will wake up.

Well nine sat by the lake on the other side of the window, looking at the scattered thin ice on the lake, holding a pen and writing something on the paper.

Qing'er sat on his shoulder and hummed the songs of the old Chu state in the dreamland.

Tong Yan thought these pictures were interesting, and a smile appeared on her young face.

Jing Jiu has no intention of worldly affairs. He is familiar with places outside the world such as Guocheng temple and Shuiyue nunnery. He really looks like a natural monk.

Then he thought of younger martial sister Bai Zao. The smile on his lips faded, but his eyebrows grew stronger because of provocation.

If it is really unintentional, how can there be so many strange women around him?

Ten years ago, there was a senior who spent the winter. Now there is Qing'er around him and a sleeping snow girl behind him

The night was getting dark, and suddenly the sound of the piano came.

Tong Yan turned and walked to the bridge and looked across the river.

Childe Li didn't sit on the snow, but on the low stool he brought. The Guqin was on his lap, and the sound came from the string.

Tonight, he played a good night.

This song appeared here ten years ago.

On the stone bench by the lake.

Well nine's ears moved slightly.

Qing'er sat on his shoulder, curiously leaned over, touched his earlobe, and thought that it was clearly the wind ear. How could it be so beautiful?

Dozens of sword ideas came from Jing Jiu's body. He arranged an array with Chengtian sword technique to isolate the outside world's sight, but did not shield the sound of the piano.

He put his right hand into the lake to wet, and then continued to sharpen his sword with the smooth side of qingtianjian.

The cold water of the lake soon turned into fog, steaming up, and his hands loomed in it.

Qing'er thought it was pretty good.

The sound of the piano kept going, without stopping, or changed many tunes, but Jing Jiu didn't pay attention.

Time passed slowly.

The night darkened.

Well nine suddenly raised his head and disappeared from the lake.

Tong Yan also felt the change of breath in the Zen room. She didn't know it well. She stepped on the thin snow on the stream and came to childe Li. She turned around and hit out with one hand.

An invisible breath overflowed from his palm and spread in the wind, like a mirror, reflecting the stone bridge, nunnery and blue sky in front of him.

Just for a moment, the scenery became blurred because it was covered with a layer of shallow frost.

With the extremely cold frost, he easily broke the Zhongzhou Taoist method attached to the invisible light mirror, spread to the back of his hands and wrists, and then continued upward.

Tong Yan's face was pale. He felt that the flow speed of Zhenyuan in his body decreased sharply, that is, even Yuanying's aura was weak for several points.

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In the meditation room, Xueji didn't know when she had opened her eyes. The dark pupils sent out a terrible chill, and extremely small but beautiful snowflakes were flying in the air.

Well nine smashed thousands of small snowflakes, came to the quilt mountain, stared into her eyes and said, "stop."

Xueji looked at him quietly and judged that the human was threatening herself.

No one in Chaotian mainland can threaten her, but Jing Jiu has done so twice, because he has seen her weakest side and what she wants most - the absolutely cold world.

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In front of the stone bridge, the cold disappeared.

Frost and snow have covered the shoulders of Tong Yan.

He coughed twice and coughed up some blood like red spar. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

Childe Li is not a practitioner. Although he did not directly face the cold attack, he was more seriously injured and had already fainted in the snow.

Tong Yan turned and looked at him, shook his head, stuffed a pill into his mouth, and then asked the nun in the nunnery to carry him back to the house with the Guqin.

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"There is fire in the lamp. You should feel it very clearly. If you know all the connections between these lights, you can master this array."

Jing Jiu took out a thin book from his sleeve and put it on the quilt in front of Xueji: "this is also a kind of array. Learn it as soon as possible, and then we'll leave."

The cover of that thin book didn't write. It was lifted by the wind coming in from the window. The ink words in it were very fresh. It should have been just written. The words and sentences were simple, but the sword shape painted was extremely complex. It was a little dizzy to look at, and it was even more difficult to learn.

If Gu Qing is present at this time, he can recognize that this book is the most important Chengtian sword technique of Qingshan sect.

After finishing this, Jing Jiu went out of the Zen room and came to the stone bridge.

He said to Tong Yan, "the snow country has only class, no society, she has no companions and only subjects, so she only knows orders and doesn't know other forms of communication. If any life can't feel her will and show a submissive attitude in time, she will judge that it should be wiped out."

Tong Yan asked, "so the first thing she did when she woke up was to kill him? Then why are the old nuns in the nunnery all right?

Well nine thought and said, "maybe she's tired of listening to the piano these two days?"

Tong Yan was silent for a while and said, "we must find a way to solve it."

If so, Xueji will die wherever she goes. They can't hide her whereabouts, and how innocent are those dead?

Well nine said, "yes, she needs to learn other ways to get along with life."

Tong Yan said, "first of all, you should be able to communicate with her. You can understand her. You are the best candidate."

Well nine said: "I have not been ordered, so I can't form a real and effective communication with her."

Tong Yan said, "so?"

Well nine said, "you go."

With these words, he returned to the snow lake and continued to sharpen his sword, as if nothing had happened.

Tong Yan was silent for a long time, raised his heavy footsteps and walked into the Zen room.

Xueji's chill no longer overflowed, and there was no wind and snow in Dayuan city. The surroundings of the nunnery became much warmer and wetter, but the Zen room was still very cold, and thick frost was formed on the walls and eaves.

There are more than ten transparent ice hanging in the round window, which divides the scenery of snow lake and winter trees into many thin strips, with a different strange beauty.

Xueji is still wrapped in a quilt, only her little face is exposed.

Her face was snow-white, with no nose and no mouth. Strangely, it was not ugly, but had a different strange beauty.

Tong Yan thought that he was indeed the highest life in Chaotian mainland.

The ultimate is extraordinary, which is a common view in the spiritual world.

Whether extremely beautiful or ugly, extremely positive or extremely strange, it means extraordinary. On the contrary, every truly powerful life must have an excellent or impressive appearance.

Tong Yan thought of Jing Jiu's face and suddenly felt a little boring.

If you feel that life is boring, you will naturally be more fearless.

Tong Yan calmed down, saluted Xueji and said, "Your Highness, I'm Tong Yan, a disciple of Zhongzhou sect."

Xueji didn't respond, let alone make a noise.

Tong Yan believed that she must be able to understand human language and continued: "we may need to stay here for a long time, waiting for the teachers to make a decision."

Xueji looked at him quietly.

Tong Yan felt the unprecedented pressure, turned pale and said, "in order to fight the one in the snow country, the Terran should choose to help you. This is my calculation."

The pressure disappeared.

Tong Yan stabilized his mind and continued: "you are a high-level life with supreme wisdom. Many humans may not understand your intention. In order to avoid misunderstanding and trouble, you may need to condescend to learn human communication."

With these words, he took out a bronze ware, a porcelain and some books.

There are inscriptions on bronzes, pictures on porcelain, the simplest Qiwen Sutra and the collection of poetry immortals in those books.

These are all the things he bought in Dayuan city today. Before Jing Jiu said it, he had figured out what he might need to do next.

Being able to become the teacher of the snow country Princess... This is destined to write and study the history of the industry, which is much more important than Gu Qing's so-called imperial teacher identity.

Tong Yan thought about these things and faced Xueji with the most bronze inscriptions.

He is going to start with Jin Wen and continue to talk about the ancient prose movement for hundreds of years. He believes that with her natural ability, she should be able to fully master the way of communication with human beings in a very short time, elegant and perfect.

Xueji suddenly stood up.

She was very short, and the quilt mountain in the meditation room did not collapse, but rose.

Tong Yan is a little wary.

Xueji suddenly ran out of the window.

She wore a big quilt, dragged it to the ground, covered her feet completely, and looked like floating past.

Tong Yan was stunned and thought what was the matter?

lakeside.

Well nine was ready to dip in some water to continue sharpening his sword, but he found that his right hand touched a hard object. When he looked up, he found that the lake was frozen again.

The breeze came with snowflakes.

Xueji came to the field and stared into his eyes.

Qing'er was very afraid and quickly slipped down from his shoulder and hid behind him.

Before each sword sharpening, Jing Jiu will first arrange the array with Chengtian sword technique to isolate the sight and disturbance of the outside world.

Now it seems that his Chengtian sword technique has no meaning to Xueji. Jing Jiu felt again that he should practice Chengtian sword better. Then he thought of a possibility and his eyes changed slightly. Previously, he gave Xueji a Book of Chengtian sword formula. Did she learn it in such a short time“ Ying ~ "Xueji was covered with a quilt and was in the quilt from her head to her feet. She only showed her snow-white face and black gem like eyes. She looked like a playful and lovely little girl. Her voice is lovely, too. Jing Jiu looked at her quietly and thought that this was the most terrible thing that Xiuxian met for two generations（ When I first thought about it, I determined this picture. Please imagine Xueji as et. As I said earlier, I like Xueji very much. Many readers are discussing whether I will harvest her as an apprentice of Shenmo peak according to the routine... Don't even think about it ~ Hahahahahaha) this novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation