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The wind and snow in the extreme northern region is too cold, and people always lose their way. The violent monsters in the extreme northern region cannot be solved by ordinary monks. It is often the combination of monks in twos and threes that can subdue a monster clan of the same realm.

Mo Lingyun was tightly wrapped, and he often looked out of the Xuanbei boundary, which was the battlefield between the two clans. He heard the rustling of the wind and snow, but he could not see the shadow of swords and swords outside the boundary.

Jing Rong turned towards him with frost all over his body, the sword was sheathed but there was no trace of blood, only his brows and eyes seemed to be covered with frost and snow.

"Master, are you cold?" Mo Lingyun stretched out his hand to touch Jing Rong's sword-holding hand, and heard him answer, "It's okay."

"Shall we go back?"

"……it is good."

The situation in the extreme northern region was not good, so the sect sent Taoist Fuli to help. He brought a lot of fruits and vegetables. He really deserves to be the owner of Wangui Peak who likes to grow vegetables the most.

Mo Lingyun brought a melon that was not easy to grow in winter, and he smiled happily while holding the melon. Taoist Fuli squinted his eyes at him, and asked, "Why is it still in the Qi training period?"

"Ah?" Mo Lingyun was taken aback, "Perhaps the disciple's aptitude is dull..."

"Are you sure you are so stupid?" Taoist Fu Li seemed to come here specially to provoke trouble.

Mo Lingyun didn't pay much attention to it, he just hugged the melon and looked at Fuli Taoist with a smile, and when he saw Jing Rong came back from outside, he immediately stopped his smile, lowered his gaze a lot, and simply remained silent without saying a word.

"Master Uncle Fuli." Jing Rong was in a hurry recently, and saw that Taoist Fuli came here when he was free, but as soon as he came, he saw Mo Lingyun standing silently by the side without speaking.

He wanted to call Mo Lingyun, but he couldn't speak because the teacher was present.

"Your apprentice, your aptitude is really not good." Taoist Fuli thought thoughtfully, "I thought the senior brother was stubborn, if you wait a little longer, you should build a foundation for them to take a good look at you as an apprentice."

"Master, be careful." Jing Rong subconsciously protected that person.

"I'm just telling the truth." The Taoist Fuli who came over this time was very talkative, he sighed lowly, "Jing Rong, you are the young master and you are also Rong Xie, the world will not allow you to accept such a futile apprentice of."

"The disciple has his own sense of proportion." Jing Rong pursed his lips slightly, not wanting to directly refute Taoist Fu Li.

"Nowadays the world is in turmoil, it's no longer the time for you to be willful."

"The disciple understands."

Mo Lingyun stood holding the melon and stood silently for a long time. Seeing that Jing Rong's expression was not good, he immediately put the melon back on the table, and said with a stiff neck, "Return the melon to you! Don't bully my master!"

"You have a temper, kid?" Daoist Fuli laughed.

"Ling Yun." Jing Rong reached out to stop him, but did not stop him.

"I, you don't care if I have a bad temper." Mo Lingyun paused, held Jing Rongxiu and said, "Anyway, don't bully my master."

"Who bullied him?" Taoist Fu Li looked at him, "It's because you are too old and weak to practice Qi, and you are holding Jing Rong back."

"I..." Mo Lingyun bit his lip, and suddenly realized that at this time, what he said was wrong, and what Taoist Fu Li said was right, he was the one who dragged Jing Rong back.

Mo Lingyun couldn't speak, but it didn't mean that Jing Rong would listen in. Jing Rong stretched out his hand and pulled the person behind him, and said, "Uncle Fuli, it's my fault that my apprentice didn't make any progress in cultivation. Let's just stop here." .”

After finishing speaking, Jing Rong cupped his hands towards Taoist Fuli, and pulled Mo Lingyun away from this place.

Jing Rong hasn't laughed for a long time, and the snowstorm in the extreme north is getting deeper and deeper. Even if he slays the ape wolf with his sword, he still can't find the trace of Xuantian Stone.

"Master." Mo Lingyun approached Jing Rong a lot across the dining table, he stretched out his hands to rub Jing Rong's temples, and said softly: "Don't put too much pressure on yourself, it's already very good to keep the monster race out of the territory. "

"Ling Yun." Jing Rong held Mo Lingyun's wrist by the sleeve, looked at him for a long time, and then asked, "Is Master very useless?"

"How could it be..." Mo Lingyun laughed dumbly, and couldn't help but get closer, "Master, your idea is so strange, you are the supreme Taoist Rongxie, who doesn't know you in the world."

"but I……"

"You are the best." Mo Lingyun took Jing Rong's hand, lowered his head and kissed his finger, "There is no need to doubt, you are the best person in the world in my heart."

Jing Rong looked at Mo Lingyun for a long time, and answered him after a long time of dullness: "You are fine too, Ling Yun."

Mo Lingyun's smile was simple and pure, and in those eyes, thousands of stars could be seen, and they were the existence that Jing Rong wanted and tried to protect.

I will get the Xuantian Stone.Jing Rong unconsciously strengthened his thoughts, and heard Mo Lingyun cheerfully talking about what to eat tonight, he rarely came back when he was free, so he had to treat him well.

The Xuanbei boundary is the line of defense separating blood and killing. The human race living and working in peace and contentment within this area, do not know the wind and snow, or the extreme cold, which is life or death, and the monks are the ones who forged the line of defense for them.

Jing Rongjian pointed to the extreme northern region and already alarmed the patriarchs of all the monster clans, and the old patriarch of Beishan even sighed helplessly: "The human race is really calculating."

Saying that the Xuantian Stone is in the hands of their extreme northern monster clan, even if they explain it to Taoist Rongxie, this person may not believe it. Is this what the Eastern Realm Demon Cultivator has figured out?

If they break the cans and fall, they may be attacked by the enemy.

"Forget it, give it a go, if you don't succeed, you will be benevolent." The patriarch of the Snow Ape shook his head. No matter the Xuantian Sect in the North or the Qianjiu Palace in the East, they are existences that they can't afford. ally.

The giant beasts that died under the monk's sword in the extreme northern region were frozen into ice sculptures. Under the glaciers and snow-capped mountains, there is a sad and strange beauty.

Someone was walking on the glacier at night with one sword and one person. When the giant monster attacked, he retreated indifferently, his eyes fell on the monster's body thoughtfully, and he heard the giant monster howling: "There are still humans who dare to enter!" Am I from the Extreme Northern Territory, here to make rations?"

The man in black didn't answer, and heard the giant monster arrogantly cursing the human race, he only hooked the corners of his lips, curled his knuckles and lowered his voice: "Kneel down."

The giant monster crawled down uncontrollably, and the man just continued to walk against the wind and didn't stop.

"How...how could..."

……

Demon's Nest welcomes a distinguished guest tonight—Yan Zhi, the Lord of the East Realm.

He seemed to be in a good mood, although he didn't wear fancy clothes, he didn't reduce his coercion.

"Since the clear path has been determined, how about the rest, don't I need to teach you?" The small porcelain bottle swayed in Yan Zhi's palm. If he didn't say it, it would be difficult for anyone to guess that it contained the Extreme Northern Territory. The monster race is extremely cold and poisonous.

"My extreme northern demon clan will abide by it. I hope that your lord will abide by the covenant. When the king of the eastern border comes to the four realms, it will be the day when the two clans will coexist."

"I never break my promise."

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With Jing Rong leading the team, the frontier low-level monsters are retreating steadily, but the low-level monsters in the extreme north will not know where the Xuantian Stone is. Jing Rong often wipes his sword. He is waiting. day.

Taoist Fuli stood beside him and looked at the ancient Lingxiao sword in Jingrong's hand, hesitant to speak.

Jing Rong is looking at the boundless mountains, while Taoist Fuli is looking at Jing Rong's hair crown. Jing Rong's clothes are all made according to Taoist etiquette. The price of the stage magic device.

Jing Rong was born to be supreme, Taoist Tianquan brought him back to the sect from the southern border, and raised him under his knees since then; such a person, he has grown up to be worthy of his name.

"Jingrong..." Taoist Fuli opened his mouth, and the rest of the words stopped on his lips. He has lived for hundreds of years, and he is free and happy in his idle practice, but there is one thing that is stuck in his heart century.

"Master Uncle Fuli?" Jing Rong looked at him, and saw Taoist Fuli waving his hand with a smile, "I just yelled casually."

Taoist Fuli was always in a good mood, Jing Rong didn't feel at ease when he heard the words, he just wiped the sword in his hand silently, thinking about the breakthrough of the monster race in the extreme north.

Mo Lingyun is an existence who can be happy by himself anywhere. When Jing Rong was in a daze, he built a little snowman on his own. At this moment, Jing Rong looked back at him, facing the snowman Mo Lingyun had just built.

Mo Lingyun also asked him for credit: "Master, come and see! The snowman I made!"

"Like you." Jing Rong answered perfunctorily.

Mo Lingyun frowned, maybe he heard that Jing Rong's tone was wrong, he licked his lips, and whispered: "Master doesn't like snowmen? Then I'll make a snow rabbit..."

"There's nothing I don't like..." Jing Rong paused, and realized that his tone was wrong. Sometimes, he couldn't even notice the changes in his emotions.

"It's okay, I make snow bunnies super fast." Mo Lingyun kneaded the snow balls quickly, counting them, he gave Jing Rong a lot of little rabbit things, what kind of little rabbit milk cake, made of grass with a dog's tail and shaken The grass rabbit with a shake, or the rabbit embroidery, just missed giving Jing Rong a real rabbit.

"Does Lingyun like rabbits?" Jing Rong walked closer, rolled up his sleeves and touched the little snowman that Mo Lingyun made.

"Yes, I like rabbits very much." Mo Lingyun smiled and said without much thought: "They are very, gentle, weak and harmless."

Jing Rong listened quietly, then looked at Mo Lingyun who was smiling brightly, and asked, "Then shall I catch a snow rabbit for you?"

There are quite a lot of snow rabbits in the extreme north region, and not many of them cultivated into demons. Jing Rong thought, if he catches them casually and only raises them for Mo Lingyun, it should be fine.

"Uh..." Mo Lingyun paused, blinked his eyes and smiled at Jing Rong: "Then, braised in soy sauce or steamed?"

Jing Rong choked up when he heard the words, and tapped Mo Lingyun's head lightly, "Why do you always want to eat?"

"If you want to keep it, I have to catch it myself." Mo Lingyun rubbed the head that was hit by Jing Rong, "After all, it is my own rabbit."

"How do you catch it?" Jing Rong laughed, Qi training period disciples must not cross the line of the Xuanbei boundary, let alone demons, whether the Qi training period disciples can withstand a heavy snowstorm is a problem.

But at this moment, Jing Rong unconsciously remembered Mo Lingyun, who stood in the sky and looked at him in the past. From this point of view, Mo Lingyun's physique is better than ordinary Qi training.

"Master, please take me to the extreme northern region." Mo Lingyun answered frankly, seeing Jing Rong's hesitation, he added: "I can't live under your protection forever."