How many times the group portrait is spring

At the turn of autumn and winter, the weather in the southern region turned cold, and most of the cities were still closed. Mo Lingyun took a light boat magic weapon from a middle-class family. He leaned back on the boat and thought about all the possibilities that the scenery called him. The most likely one should be extremely Northern Territory started.

But the extreme northern region is in chaos, so what's the use of calling him a qi training disciple?

Mo Lingyun thought about it, and unexpectedly arrived near Guangning Town. He said goodbye to the monks who drove him, and walked by himself according to the compass with his luggage on his back.

Until, that jade-white figure appeared before his eyes again.

"Master!" Mo Lingyun was overjoyed and ran straight to Jing Rong.

Then, the flat ground fell into a dog gnawing mud.

Yun Jing, who witnessed the whole process, was stunned, but Jing Rong, who was walking in front of her, strode forward to help Mo Lingyun. Mo Lingyun's fall broke the corner of his lips, and his hair was stained with dirt, so he grinned, The light bloomed in his eyes, shining brightly.

He called: "Master!"

Jing Rong felt a little distressed, and reached out to caress the corner of Mo Lingyun's lips, asking, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts." Mo Lingyun blinked, then smiled again: "But it doesn't hurt anymore when you see Master!"

"Walk carefully, don't be in a hurry." Jing Rong helped him up, brushed the stain off his hair, and told him softly.

"Long time no see, I miss you very much." Mo Lingyun didn't take it seriously, and took out the small luggage on his back.

Yun Jing also followed at this moment, she gave a thumbs up and said: "Nephew, you fell on the ground, it's amazing."

"Hi, little uncle." Mo Lingyun said hello, and continued to dig out his bag until he took out a doll with rough stitches. He handed the doll to Jing Rong's eyes, and said loudly, "Master! Here you are." one's gift!"

"This is... Lingyun you?" The doll's high ponytail logo is still very obvious, Jing Rong reached out to pick it up, somehow, some like this ugly and handsome doll.

"Yes! When I improve my skills in the future, I'll be a master's pair!" Mo Lingyun looked very happy, Moyue, his doll was recognized by Jing Rong at a glance.

"Where's my gift from your little uncle?" Yunjing, who seemed to be in the air, stretched out his hand towards Mo Lingyun.

"Little uncle, yours..." Mo Lingyun glanced at her guilty, and replied very unreasonably and confidently: "There is in the dream."

"Hey! You kid! Beg for a fight!"

Jing Rong let them make a fuss, looked down at this doll who was somewhat similar to Mo Lingyun, his eyes softened, Ling Yun seemed to be used to bringing him a gift no matter where he went, this feeling was very novel, also, very good.

Now that the gift was given to Jing Rong, the mission of Mo Lingyun's luggage was also fulfilled. He carried the luggage on his back just to give the gift to Jing Rong the first time he saw him.

Looking at Mo Lingyun who was chased away by Yunjing in the distance, he ran towards him again, shouting: "Master! Help!!!"

"You boy don't run!"

Mo Lingyun hid behind Jing Rong, and pulled his sleeve to cover his face as if it wasn't enough, Jing Rong put the baby back and looked at Yun Jing, "Xiao Jing, Mo Nao."

"Brother, he bullied me!"

"Huh?" Mo Lingyun tilted his head.

"You rely on your senior brother to protect you!"

"That's right." Mo Lingyun admitted very simply.

Yun Jing, who didn't dare to touch his senior brother, glanced at Mo Lingyun who was hiding behind Jing Rong and looked very unbeatable, and said harshly: "You wait, I will pull out all the vegetables in your back hall when I go back."

"Now it seems that there are only peanuts and radishes left, thank you little uncle!"

"……I'm not going."

Mo Lingyun said this, as if she was going to reclaim the land for him.

The team returning to the northern border had already been ready to go, and they left just waiting for Mo Lingyun to come. With Mo Lingyun's arrival, Jing Rong burned the letter, and the Xuantianzong team should also leave.

Ning Qing, who was still in southern Xinjiang, had just stopped the bleeding on his wrist when he received the letter talisman. He pressed his sore forehead and looked at the gloomy sky, which meant that heavy rain was coming.

Six disciples of Xuantianzong have been lost, and two people have been lost in Zhongnanguan. The corpses of low-level monsters outside the city wall are scattered all over the place. This situation where it seems that the human race has the upper hand is really not optimistic. At present, there are fewer and fewer human monks, and every missing one is a loss to their human race.

On the other hand, the monster race is born with spirit and endless life. They are crushed by numbers, and they may not be able to beat the human race.

This long sword was stained with blood, only one sword sealed the throat to stop the fight.

Ning Qing closed his eyes, and listened to his disciples report that the number of wounded people had increased. The doctor was tired from sleeping day and night; he stood up holding on to the hilt of his sword, and paused for a while before saying, "I'll come."

He knows everything, and it is not difficult to help the doctor.

The mountain rain was about to come, and the team led by Ning Jiuchen had not yet returned. Ning Qing frowned and looked at the mountains covered by clouds and mist outside the city wall, even if he felt uneasy, it was hard to say.

He was not the only one who handed Jing Rong the letter. Qin Wujian and Lin Wuduan who were in the southern border also took it away. As soon as Jing Rong left, Qin Wujian was the master patrolling sword repairer of the southern border. He was wiping the blood-stained sword. Feng, quite boldly said: "The demon clan is young, so there is nothing to be afraid of. When I wait for my sword to point at the demon's nest, it will be a peaceful day in the southern border."

Protecting the world and the common people, this is the creed of every sword cultivator, and he obeys it himself.

When Lin Wuduan received the letter, he only sighed.

The rest of the Great City Guard Office also received the letter talisman that Daoist Rongxie left for the extreme northern region, and his heart felt a little heavy. Now that the monsters in the north and the south are participating in the war, I hope that Changchuanze will remain stable and don’t stop. problem occurs.

Also, the unstable factor in the east...

Changchuan Ze lived above the sea area and served as the front line for controlling monsters all the year round. The water monsters of various races were suppressed outside Changchuan Ze by the leaders of Changchuan Academy.

Duan Changkong, the head of Changchuan Academy, is squatting on the edge of the sea with his junior sister Changchuan Weiyue, measuring the waterline and the direction of the monster tide.

The sky was overcast, and the squatting posture of the brothers and sisters was not very elegant. Duan Changkong looked at the ruler in his hand with a grim expression. The blue was so dark that the water monsters in the deep sea might come to them for a walk on land.

Fortunately, the large defensive formations that existed in ancient times are quite durable, and the talisman repairers often go to each formation to repair and block most of the big monsters in the sea.

"Hey..." Duan Changkong sighed in a low voice. The usually carefree and optimistic person rarely lost his smile. The disaster of the number of months..."

"Senior brother, don't worry too much, everything will be fine." Chang Chuan Weiyue comforted her senior brother, and after a while, she heard Duan Changkong ask her: "Junior Sister, how are the eyes of these defensive circles?"

"It's too old, and it's normal to have some minor problems." This time it was Changchuan Weiyue's turn to sigh. She was a talisman repairer, and she had always been involved in repairing magic circles and strengthening defenses, so she couldn't maintain much optimism.

They Changchuanze have a lot of magic circles handed down from ancient times, most of which are done by ancient powers, especially the magic circles that protect the entire Changchuan Lake, and the teleportation circles.

Now that the spiritual energy in the world is thin, it is not easy for a group of juniors to keep the ancient magic circle, and it is not easy to imitate one, let alone surpass it.

Changchuan Academy has carefully protected the defensive circles, and they have not lasted for a long time. They are worn out a little bit, and they will eventually fail to support them.

"I can only hope that everything will be fine." Duan Changkong put away the ruler. It is not easy to protect Changchuanze's line of defense. All Changchuan Academy can do now is not to add burden to the north and south.

Let’s talk about the East Territory, the East Territory has been raining recently, and the dark underground palace is getting darker. During the day, there are still burning lamps or night pearls hanging high. Chunqiu Shishi is waving his fingertips, and Chunqiu Yan is diligently practicing his sword on one side.

Her eyes didn't seem to be focused on Chun Qiuyan, but when Chun Qiuyan made a mistake with his sword, she was able to point it out again.

A few days before the Spring and Autumn Eleventh, she went to the northern region, and there were other disciples from heaven to help her, but Li Zhifeng hadn't been seen at all yet, and even Zhu Luo couldn't help but persuade her that Li Zhifeng might be dead after a thousand years.

"No, he won't die like this." Spring and Autumn Eleven refused, Li Zhifeng's talent was especially above hers, even if he was fundamentally injured by her secret poison, given how much Xuantianzong valued him, it was impossible to let him go in spite of.

What's more, she didn't die, how could Li Zhifeng die.

"Master." Chun Qiuyan called out and pulled back Chunqiu Eleven's mind, she looked at Chunqiu Yan who was sweating profusely and waited for the next article.

"Has the apprentice made progress?" Chunqiu Yan looked at Chunqiu Eleven, with some expectations. He didn't want to be called Chunqiu Eleven's adoptive mother, and the palace master was too unfamiliar. Besides, he had a former teacher, so he couldn't be called Chunqiu. .

"Progress?" Chunqiu Eleven frowned. She has lived these years and has seen countless Tianjiao. Compared with them, Chunqiuyan's talent is not good. Besides hard work, Chunqiuyan is very hardworking, but this effort is All the top talents she knew had in common.

Chunqiuyan also refused to practice magic palace spells, her progress was really mediocre, if she had to say something, she could only say that Chunqiuyan really had nothing to recommend.

Chunqiu Shiyi has no experience of being someone else's master, and she has never been inferior to others. Now when Chunqiu Yan asked, she also told the truth: "General."

"I will work harder." Chun Qiuyan was a little disappointed, seeing that Chun Qiu Shiyi had no intention of talking, obediently carried the sword and continued to practice the sword pose.

"En." Chunqiu Eleven continued to be in a daze, without dampening the self-awareness of the apprentice's enthusiasm in the slightest.

The relationship between masters and apprentices of demon cultivators is as thin as a piece of paper, they don't pay attention to the method of choosing a teacher step by step in the right way. Generally speaking, as long as you have the ability, as long as he is willing to accept, the master wants to ask as many as you want.

There are not a few demon cultivators like Spring and Autumn Eleven who have no sense of master and apprentice, and there are also many people like Qianqiu and Qianji who desperately want to hide their housekeeping skills to save their lives.

The Eastern Realm is now respected by the Qianjiu Palace, and with the help of the old magic palace, the Promise Palace, it is not an exaggeration to call it the Lord of the Eastern Realm.

Qianjiu Palace issued a ban not allowing the human race in the east to leave the country, and all forces obeyed it. Spring and Autumn Eleven had no objection to this, and she was waiting for an opportunity.

Waiting for the young master of Qianjiu Palace to return to the throne, waiting for the master of Qianjiu Palace to return to heaven, waiting for an opportunity to attack Xuantianzong; since she can't find Li Zhifeng, she will wait for Li Zhifeng to come out by himself.

She didn't believe that Li Zhifeng could put the sect in a difficult situation.