How many times the group portrait is spring

Nanjiang Yehan, Ning Qing has been suffering from insomnia for half a month without realizing it, most of the time he is still normal, but he is silent and does not speak, he still handles everything in an orderly manner.

Ning Qing's haggardness grew day by day, and his already weak bones became more and more obvious. He couldn't even summon up the strength to maintain the gentle smile that separated the invisible boundary from others.

"Heart disease still needs heart medicine." Taoist Qingxuan closed his eyes, Ning Qing was so quiet, not noisy, it was impossible to express the depression in his heart.

But if he keeps going like this, sooner or later he will bore him to death.

Except for the time to control demons and visit the wounded, Ning Qing went to the place where he and Yan Huai were separated, and continued to search for the lost Furong Stone. Some disciples suggested helping him find it together, but he shook his head and refused.

Nanjiang is short of medical practitioners, and Ning Qing is in this state. Daoist Qingxuan cannot leave Nanjiang for the time being. She has also suffered from pain, but she is not as distraught as Ning Qing, who has been in a hurry for many years. Now she can say a word of relief.

"Ning Zhelan." Taoist Qingxuan felt that he should have a good talk with Ning Qing, and it was rare for her to formally call Ning Qing by his full name.

"Uncle Qingxuan." Ning Qing cupped his hands and bowed, following the etiquette is very appropriate.

"Is it worth it to humiliate myself so far for one person?" Taoist Qingxuan frowned. She watched Ning Qing grow up. Regardless of his talent, appearance and character, he was impeccable.

"Master, what do you mean..."

"Look at yourself, look at your current appearance, how can we still look like the Tianjiao of our Xuantianzong?" The Qingxuan Taoist brushed aside a mirror, "This weak crown golden pill is the No. 1 cultivator of our sect. , Ning family, Ning Zhelan, how could he be so down and out?"

The eyes of the person in the mirror were reddish and haggard, as if he could shed tears in just a moment, Ning Qing stared at him in silence for a long time, and when he was about to cough up blood, he tilted his head.

"Zhelan, let the master's words be here, if you want to let it go like this." Taoist Qingxuan paused, "Someone will replace you in the end."

"Everything in this world is not static, and the only way out is to be strong enough."

"You are Ning Zhelan, you should not and will not be weaker than anyone."

Every word that Taoist Qingxuan said was reasonable, and Ning Qing raised the sword that Taoist Qingxuan put on the table when she was far away.

Ning Qing stretched out his hand to caress the blade of the sword, unconsciously distracted, he seemed to realize at this moment, Suhui is Suhui, Yan Huai is Yan Huai, some people, some things, can't be answered just by wishful thinking.

The current Yan Huai is good enough, he is the No.1 ghost doctor, and he is also a different kind of Tianfu Lord, not the Huihui who only followed behind him in the past.

He Ning Qing kept saying to start over, but he never seemed to think about what kind of person he would love in Yan Huai's mind.

Ning Qing hooked the corners of his lips bitterly, he raised his hand to wipe away the blood on his lips, and raised his sword to stand up; he shouldn't be so downcast, maybe only when he was shoulder to shoulder with that person, that person would stop and look at him.

As the Qingxuan Taoist said, he Ning Zhelan, a late Jindan cultivator who is not enough to stand up, why should he be down and out.

When the sword rose in southern Xinjiang, the situation was unpredictable.

When the frost and snow in the extreme northern region hadn't melted like the heavens, Mo Lingyun followed Jing Rong and went deep into the hinterland of the extreme northern region step by step.

The extreme northern region at night is very quiet, and the chill never fades; Mo Lingyun raised his head to see the sky like falling stars, which is a unique winter scene in the extreme northern region.

Under the sky, the brilliant colors that turned into huge waves hit the distance, and also lit up the boundless night. The eyes are full of galaxies, and the stars are like a dream.

"Master." Mo Lingyun grabbed Jing Rongxiu, raised his hand and pointed upwards, "Look."

When Jing Rong raised his eyes, the light also fell into his eyes, dyeing his eyes softly, "Very beautiful."

"I want to pick a star for you, and all the brilliance of the galaxy belongs to you." Mo Lingyun blinked and said this unconsciously.

"This endless galaxy is divided into ten thousand domains by Shishen, why does it belong to me?" Jing Rong's brows and eyes softened a little, responding to Mo Lingyun's whimsical words.

"I don't know, but I have a feeling that the best in the world should belong to you." Mo Lingyun turned sideways, looked at Jing Rong and smiled slightly, "I belong to you too. "

"Are you boasting?" Jing Rong couldn't help laughing.

"No." Mo Lingyun shook his head, "Master is the best, and his disciples are also the best!"

"En." Jing Rong replied lightly, inexplicably, wanting to protect Mo Lingyun's good mood.

The defensive formation under the night made people see it more clearly. Mo Lingyun looked around tirelessly. He wanted to reach out to touch the emptiness thread but it bounced back without hurting his hand.

Come to think of it, these magic circles can distinguish between human breath and monster energy.

"Master, are you all setting up these formations?"

"Correct."

To some extent, the extreme northern region is a water continent floating on the ice layer. It is the end of the land and the beginning of the unity of water and sky.

The Ten Thousand Monsters of the Extreme North have lived on this ice layer for tens of thousands of years, and have developed a cold-resistant body long ago. Their prototypes are several times stronger than ordinary monsters.

Even though the extreme northern region is adjacent to the land of Jiuxiaotian, there are areas where demon power is suppressed, and it does not affect the predation of ordinary snow demons.

Yunfuchuan is the glacial waters closest to Jiuxiaotian, and it also has full mysteries and taboos.

According to rumors, there are endless treasures of ancient gods under the Yunfu River, but there has never been anyone, and there are no demons. It is not easy to bring out a treasure from the Yunfu River without losing their lives.

Don't try to peek underwater.

This is a saying about Yunfu River that has been passed down from ancient times to the present. It is okay to fish on the water.

Jing Rong didn't have much interest in Yunfuchuan, but when he caught the first great northern monster, the monster told him.

"The Xuantian Stone is just under the Yunfu River, but you can't find the Yunfu River, and you can't get the Xuantian Stone."

After the snow demon finished speaking, he pounced on the unsheathed Ling Xiao sword, and it cursed with hatred: "Your human race has been proud of the world for thousands of years, and you will eventually be defeated!"

Jing Rong drew his sword and let the icy blue blood drop by drop on the snow field. He didn't really believe what the snow demon said, but this was the first thing he knew about Xuantian after he had been in the extreme northern region for many days. Shi's news, even if it is him, has to be more cautious.

"It's okay, I will ask the truth."

Daojun's turn around also established the fall of a great northern demon.

Xuantianzong was stationed, and Mo Lingyun was trying to carve an ice sculpture. Seeing Jing Rong came back, he hurriedly put away the tools in his hand and poured tea for Jing Rong, "Master, come and drink a cup of hot tea to keep warm."

Daojun is not afraid of cold and heat, and this does not affect his concern for his master.

Holding the teacup, Jing Rong looked at the semi-finished product carved by Mo Lingyun, and asked casually, "Ling Yun, if your meridians are restored, what is the first thing you want to do?"

"Huh?" Mo Lingyun looked at him and said with a chuckle, "Cultivate? I'd be embarrassed to be always protected by Master."

"You are my apprentice, there is nothing good or bad."

"But I also think, protect Master."

Seeing Jing Rong not saying a word, Mo Lingyun added: "If possible, I also want to protect Master within my ability."

"But Master is the Taoist Lord of Heaven and Earth, so I just think about it casually." The smile in Mo Lingyun's eyes did not fade.

Jing Rong watched quietly, when Mo Lingyun thought he couldn't speak, Jing Rong suddenly said: "You have taught Master a lot, it's time for me to teach you all the laws of the world."

"Okay." Mo Lingyun spread his hands and smiled, pretending that he was joking: "But if the apprentice can't learn it, Master, please don't be angry, it will hurt your body."

"You can learn it."

Jing Rong never speaks big words, he is bound to get the Xuantian Stone in the extreme northern region, and Mo Lingyun's meridian reconstruction is just around the corner.

Among the ten thousand monsters in the extreme northern region, the three most powerful monster clans are the wolf, ape, and bear clans, and these three clans are most likely to know the whereabouts of Xuantian Stone. The hinterland of the Northern Territory.

The old patriarch of Beishan was already in his twilight years, and his fur was no longer as smooth as before. When Jing Rong pointed at the place where it lived, it turned its head as expected, and did not call for help.

The old snow wolf slowly turned into a human body, imitating the etiquette of the human race and cupping his hands towards Jing Rong: "Dao Jun is well."

Jing Rong's eyes flickered slightly, and the Lingxiao sword in his hand disappeared in an instant. He fixedly looked at the old man, and said, "Hand over the Xuantian Stone, and I can let the past go."

"It can't be handed over." The old patriarch of Beishan shook his head, and he forced a very bitter smile, "Such fetishes are not what our monster clan should have."

"You just need to tell me where it is." Jing Rong got straight to the point, and didn't make any further narrations with the old patriarch of Beishan.

"Since the Xuantian Stone was obtained ten thousand years ago, the seniors of our clan decided to put it in the Yunfu River, so as not to bring about the disaster of killing themselves."

Jing Rong said nothing, but the old patriarch of Beishan smiled, "I knew that you human race would not believe it. With your greed, how could you believe it? We can easily discard the fetish."

"But Lord Dao, even if you kill me today, I still won't be able to hand over the Xuantian Stone."

"...Where is Yunfu River?"

"I can't find it, I can't find it." The old Beishan patriarch shook his head, talking like nonsense: "Time is fate, luck is also, if it is not like this, who can find Yunfuchuan."

Yunfuchuan is not like Jiuxiaotian, which stands so fixedly. It is a pool of flowing water, which has circled Jiuxiaotian for thousands of years.

According to legend, Jiuxiaotian was originally the abode of the gods who did not touch the sky and grounded, but once the lord of Jiuxiao, Rongxie, fell, Jiuxiaotian also sank to the land.

Yunfuchuan was originally a pool of water in Jiuxiaotian, without the nourishment of divine power, it wandered around the world, and finally became a stream of cloud water that surrounds the forbidden area of ​​Jiuxiao and cannot enter it.

Yunfuchuan, people who are destined can see it, but can't find it.

Why can't you find it.Jing Rong didn't believe it, since this Yunfuchuan exists in the extreme northern region, it might be possible to find it.

"Have you heard? The Taoist Lord of the human race is looking for a place, and if they find it, they will withdraw from the Extreme North Territory."

"Where to find?"

"Yunfu River."

"Another treasure hunter? Then let's find it for him. It's not our Yaozu's fault that he will be buried in Yunfu River."

The author has something to say: Suppressing all cultivators No.1 refers to the number one beauty of Ning Qingxuan Tianzong, what Jing Rong and the others saw was the aurora