Chapter 725

Along the mountain path along the stream, Liu ten years old quickly swept forward, like a dust dragon. It took only dozens of breath to come to the lotus lake.

Qingshanzong moved several temples here. Looking at the beautiful scenery, he was naturally not interested. He did not go to see Guangyuan immortal and nanforget, but directly found Guo Nanshan.

When Guo Nanshan heard his request, he couldn't help looking at Gu Han and said, "you guessed."

Gu Han asked someone to move a bundle of bamboo from the sword boat.

Looking at the bundle of bamboo, Liu was surprised when he was ten years old. He saluted and thanked Gu Han seriously.

He planted these bamboos in Tianguang peak. More than 100 years have passed. His former master Bai Rujing also died in the sword prison. Those bamboos are still there, and the old bamboo is dead to regenerate new bamboo. Several clumps of bamboos are about to become a sea of bamboos.

Looking at Liu Shi, who left with the bundle of bamboo, and thinking about those years, Gu Han couldn't help sighing.

When Liu was ten years old, he carried the bamboo and returned to the 3000 yard at a faster speed. He took out the Guan Cheng pen, cut off the twigs from it and began to make bamboo chairs. Buer sword hummed and trembled on his wrist, indicating that he was the sharpest fairy sword in the world - except the one lying in the Zen room - how can you use Guan Cheng pen without yourself?

"The tip of the pen is softer and does not need to be polished again." Liu shisui patiently explained, but his actions didn't stop.

Many years ago, in that small mountain village, when he saw the childe making a bamboo chair, he never forgot that his craftsmanship was getting better and better. Even Xueji in the sword prison appreciated his skill very much. In a short time, a brand-new bamboo chair was made, which was no different from the one often seen on Shenmo peak.

Zhuo rusui subconsciously wanted to lie down. When he saw Zhao Layue and Liu's ten-year-old eyes, he stopped. He looked innocent and explained, "I just want to try lying for the leader."

Liu ignored him when he was ten years old, went into the meditation room, picked up Jing Jiu, came to the corridor and gently put him on the bamboo recliner.

Looking at the cracked floor under his feet, the bird mother was surprised and asked, "Sir, why has it become so heavy?"

Zhuo rusui said, "this shows that he really slept to death."

Yuanqu quickly pulled him aside and said, "what do you eat at night?"

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Jing Jiu lay quietly on the bamboo chair, closed his eyes, as if he were asleep.

But he had no breath, no heartbeat, no body temperature.

Zhao Layue and Liu shisui stood on both sides of the bamboo chair, looking at his face seriously and attentively without moving away for a moment.

From morning to dusk, the color and brightness of the sun changed several times, and well nine's eyelashes didn't blink.

Meanwhile, Yuanqu carefully advised master whether to try to sit on the bamboo chair. Zhao Layue actually adopted his opinion, but Jing Jiu still didn't wake up.

Zhuo rusui suddenly said, "but the leader seems to really like lying on the bamboo chair. Do you think his look is more relaxed than before?"

The sparrow Niang and the Yuan Opera looked at each other and said in surprise, "it seems that this is the case. The eyebrows are not wrinkled."

Liu is ten years old. She is also very happy. Only Zhao Layue is silent. She knows that it is just the reason for the poor light indoors and outdoors.

Jingjiu didn't wake up, but with this bamboo chair, he didn't need to continue lying side by side with Bai Zao.

Whether it was windy or rainy, he lay quietly on the bamboo chair and felt the world under the corridor.

After another two days, the spring was gradually exhausted and the summer was gradually born. The sun became very hot. Everyone knew that Jing Jiu didn't like it, so they moved him back to the quiet Zen room.

There was a clear sound of silver bells in the sky. They thought it was Nan forget who came to rub the hot pot and look at well nine. Unexpectedly, a white light fell.

Finally, it's true this time... Ah Da is here.

ADA fell on the bamboo chair and looked warily at the Xihai sword God outside the round window. His white hair stood up like a dandelion about to explode. He was always ready to flee with the wind.

Xilai turned and looked at the white cat.

A Da mews gently, indicating that you want to fight with him. Wait until he wakes up. I'll forget it.

Xi Lai didn't expect that the legendary castle peak guard was so afraid of death. He smiled and nodded.

A Dacai didn't care whether it was ridicule or politeness. He was sure that the other party wouldn't kill himself with a sword. Then he slowly went to Jing Jiu's arms and lay down carefully.

This picture looks very beautiful and quiet. It's like a beautiful imperial concubine sleeping with a white cat in the palace on a summer afternoon.

But for Ada, it's really boring to keep a posture for a long time.

He misses his ornaments, toys and companions, the strange snow beetle called cold cicada.

Suddenly, he saw the green birds on the branches outside the window, and his eyes suddenly became bright.

The green bird's eyes didn't fluctuate, and he said, "try it."

A DA has dealt with Qingniao and knows that the other party is Tianbao Zhenling. He can't catch it at all. He thinks that although you can't fight, you won't get hurt. What's the matter with playing?

Warm or even slightly hot weather, dark and quiet meditation room, easy to make people sleepy, but also easy to make people Wan.

Ah Da Yanyan thought. Suddenly, he saw Bai Zao's beautiful face close at hand. His eyes lit up again. He wanted to jump over. Suddenly, he looked back at the door. Finally, he gave up the idea and lay on the lifeless well nine.

There is a hot pot outside the door.

Zhao La Yue and Yuan Qu, Zhuo Ru Sui and Liu Shi are eating hot pot again. Fortunately, they don't play mahjong.

In those days, Shangde Feng ate hot pot and played mahjong. To this generation, only the former was retained.

Now the three thousand courtyard seems to have become the last peak of God.

The people of Shenmo peak have such skills.

In the distant Castle Peak, Ping Yongjia stood on the cliff of Jianfeng, listened to the voice of the Iron Eagle, imagined the picture of 3000 homes at this time, yearned for it and was very sad, and said, "I want to eat hot pot, too. I also want to see your old man, but I dare not."

Xilai left the lake with Yin Feng's body, came to the corridor, looked at several people who ignored themselves and kept lowering their heads to eat hot pot, and said, "I don't understand how immortal Jingyang could have a descendant like you."

From the beginning, Yuan Opera and Zhuo rusui came to this nunnery with an iron pot and hot pot, he has been observing the disciples of Shenmo peak.

Zhuo rusui scratched in the red soup with chopsticks and said, "who can figure it out?"

Yuan Qu threw a piece of fat sausage into his mouth and chewed it. "I don't understand, too," he said

Zhao Layue held out her chopsticks to block Zhuo rusui's chopsticks and ignored the questions from the West. When Liu was ten years old, he put down his chopsticks, dried his mouth, pointed to Yin Feng's body in his arms and said, "senior, I still hope you can respect our guard, although I can't beat you."

Xi Lai looked at Jing Jiu on the bamboo chair in the Zen room and said, "I am the same kind of person as him, so I don't understand that he will do such a boring thing as saving the world."

There is no need to answer this question because he already has the answer.

Xilai said, "at first I thought it was because of March. Now it seems that it's all of you."

Zhao Layue and others put down their chopsticks and looked at him.

"I am the direction of all my causes and effects... I have heard this sentence from immortal Jingyang."

Xi Lai looked back at them and said, "you are also their cause and effect, including those outside, so he is what he is now."

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Some people can try to deduce and calculate the cause and effect. More often, they can't figure it out at all, and some even can't remember the parties themselves.

For example, Zhuo rusui still remembers the joy of heaven and earth aura following the wind when he practiced with Jing Jiu, but he has long forgotten that joy took place at the top of a snow mountain, and there is a small sect called xuantianzong at the foot of that mountain.

There is a very interesting phenomenon in the practice circles of Chaotian mainland. The more famous sects are, the more common and low-key they are. For example, Qingshan sect, Zhongzhou sect, and if they become a temple, those ordinary sects with no foundation often have a great name, such as Sanqing sect, Tongtian sect, Xuantian sect.

However, more than a hundred years ago, xuantianzong had a man with excellent talent named Zhou yunmu. Unexpectedly, he reached the Yuanying period with his own skills. Later, in order to break through the closed door again, he passed the leader to disciple Lu Jin. Lu Jin's cultivation talent was also quite good. The teachers and disciples had another adventure later. More than a hundred years later, they became the strong ones in the period of transforming God.

The period of transforming God is the beginning of breaking the sea. At this level, you can also become an elder level figure in Qingshan sect and Zhongzhou sect. For those ordinary spiritual sects, it is a high mountain that is difficult to shake. Therefore, Xuantian sect has gradually developed and expanded in recent years and has become an influential sect in Northern Henan.

The higher the status and the stronger the ability, the greater the responsibility. Even if you can't afford those responsibilities, you should also go up to the top of your concerns.

What xuantianzong disciples discussed most this summer was, of course, these major events in the spiritual world.

"You haven't seen the grand occasion during the reclamation. It's really spectacular. Now you're just worried. What if the underworld recovers its strength and attacks the ground?"

"There has been no war for more than 700 years. Why worry about this."

"That's because the emperor of the underworld is locked up in the demon prison. Who can control the underworld now?"

"It's really ignorant. Don't you know that the new Emperor Ming is a student of Jingyang immortal? It's inconvenient for qingshanzong to say, but who doesn't know? "

With the passage of time, the turbulence brought by Taiping immortal and Bai immortal to Chaotian mainland gradually subsided, the channels into the underworld were stabilized again, and the disasters in the underworld were also being solved. However, people were shocked and disturbed that those channels into the underworld were lost their barriers and became unimpeded.

"I see! Now the snow field is also very calm. It's a rare good day. "

"Immortal Taiping, Xuanyin ancestor and Emperor Xiao... Immortal Bai died. Of course, Taiping."

"I don't think so. I heard that there is a force on the cold mountain competing with the Kunlun sect for the underground spiritual pulse."

"I heard that the leader was the young leader of Xuanyin sect a hundred years ago. I don't understand why the leader asked us to ignore it, and even... Secretly helped each other several times."“ Don't mention us. Even the wind knife sect is secretly helping there... Now it seems that the Kunlun sect can't last for a few years. "“ These are small things. Who knows what's going on in Dayuan city? Can qingshanzong endure it all the time? "“ Lord Yexiao finally blocked immortal Bai's immortal book. I heard that he was seriously injured. " With the war that affected the whole Chaotian continent, many secrets of the spiritual world were revealed. For example, the hidden peak and sword prison of Qingshan sect, and the unshakable guard like a mountain“ When the passage into the underworld is all stable, I'm afraid that the Dao saint, the vegetarian Lord and the Zen son will go to the Dayuan city. It's not easy for the Chaotian mainland to be peaceful. How can all previous efforts be wasted because of the return of the sword God of the west sea? "“ The key is that immortal Jingyang hasn't woke up yet, otherwise there would be so many things. "“ Is immortal Jingyang still awake? " Zhou yunmu listened to the voices of the younger generation. There was no expression on his wrinkled face. He turned to Lu Jin and asked, "the real man hasn't woken up yet?" Lu Jin said, "it's said that this situation is different from that in Chaoge city. I don't even have breath and heartbeat." Zhou yunmu was silent for a long time and said, "is it this time?" "I'm not sure," Lu said Zhou yunmu took Lu Jin to the deepest part of the cave, untied several tight arrays, came to a portrait and kowtowed several heads respectfully. The portrait shows a fairy in white, but his face is blank, not because he has not seen it, but because there is no pen and ink in the world to draw the man's face. Zhou yunmu takes out a black card and hands it to Lu Jin. Lu Jin was a little nervous and said, "are you sure to send it this time?" Zhou yunmu said, "when the real person said that we should send it back when we think it's time to send it back, I think this is the time." This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.