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The wind and snow in Jiuxiaotian deepened again.When this matter was reported to Xuantianzong, Jing Rong was the only one who was free at Yuanying stage or above in the sect. He raised his eyes to the north, and he seemed to see a hazy peak standing on top of the frost. It was frozen for thousands of years, and no grass grew The - Nine Heavens.

Most people in the world think that the highest peak in the northern region is one of their peaks in the Xuantian Mountain Range, but only the core members of the Xuantian Sect know that the highest peak in the northern region is a forbidden area.

According to "The Book of the Ancient Gods", Jiuxiaotian used to be the residence of the creation god Rongxie. Since the final chapter of the war between gods and demons, it has been frozen for thousands of miles, and no one can see its true face.

For thousands of years, many people, monsters and demons have tried to glimpse the real relics of Jiuxiaotian, and they also have the idea of ​​​​grabbing the treasure, but no one has ever been able to walk out of Jiuxiaotian alive. Jiuxiaotian sent disciples to guard again to prevent anyone from stepping into that realm of death.

The Xuantian Zong Town Demon Tower is adjacent to Jiuxiaotian. The ancient Da Neng took advantage of Jiuxiaotian's wind and snow to set up a monster-locking formation, and the sect would regularly send people to maintain the formation. No demon could ever escape from this tower.

Now that the snow situation in Jiuxiaotian has changed, the sect must send someone to the Zhenyao Pagoda.

Walking to the foot of Zhenyao Pagoda, there are guard disciples blocking Jing Rong's way, and further up, there are nine guards. The strictness can be seen.

Jing Rong released the peak master's order and held it in his hand, and he could move on after the guard disciples checked it. With this peak master's order, there are not many places in Xuantianzong that he can't go to. The disadvantage may be that few disciples see it. At first, Jing Rong would say that there is no need to be polite, but now he is used to gestures.

The Demon Suppressing Tower is not very grand, or in other words, its existence itself is a magic weapon, and it does not need a large boundary to shut down countless demons. In this Demon Suppressing Tower, there is no spiritual energy, and those who are suppressed Monsters, even if they are thousands of years old, they will not make any progress in cultivation.

When Jing Rong stood at the bottom of the tower and looked up, he felt that the tower was very peaceful. If he was not familiar with it, how could ordinary people believe that most of the heinous monsters in the world were imprisoned in such a simple tower. Zong has a long history.The gate of the pagoda is not very thick, but even the full blow of a cultivator in the state of transformation of gods cannot break it, and the body of the pagoda is as hard as the gate.

When Jing Rong was very young, he heard the story about the Zhenyao Pagoda told by Taoist Tianquan. Since he entered Yuanying, he also participated in the strengthening of the seal in the pagoda every ten years, but when this person came, he still The first time; Jing Rong held the token and pressed it into the depression of the pagoda gate, and took two steps back to stand in front of the gate.

After about a quarter of an hour, the tower door opened slowly, and there was only an old tower keeper standing behind the door. His hair was messy, his beard was unshaven, and he was holding a dimly lit lamp.

The guard design of this demon tower is really interesting. There are layers of guards on the outside of the tower, but inside the tower there is only one tower guard with a lamp patrolling all the year round. No one knows his name, and no one knows how long he has been guarding here. This old man was the tower guard when Jing Rong stepped into the Demon Town Tower for the first time, and he is still the same today.

"Senior." Jing Rong made a bow, and the old man didn't look at him with cloudy eyes, and a voice that could not be considered old slowly sounded: "Come in."

As soon as Jing Rong entered, the door of the demon lock tower was closed, the light inside the tower was dim, although the lamp in the tower guard's hand was not very bright, it could still illuminate a small world.

"Why are you here?" the tower keeper asked him.

"The snow is getting deeper in Jiuxiaotian, the junior came to check if there is something wrong with the seal in the tower." Jing Rong replied respectfully.

"Follow me." The tower guard responded, and led Jing Rong around the various prisons, raising the lamp from time to time so that Jing Rong could see the appearance of the monsters in the prison. Sealed life, without the nourishment of spiritual energy, the long and hopeless time has already worn away the vitality.

There are also lunatics who, when they saw the person and the light, slammed into the wall frantically, and refused to stop when they hit their heads full of blood; the tower guards were used to it, and they didn't take much notice when they saw the scene beside them. Someone told him that this son is indifferent by nature, and he sees no difference between heaven, earth, mountains, rivers, human beings, monsters and monsters.

Recalling some fragments is always easy to get involved more, so the tower keeper said to himself: "When I first met you, you were only so old, but now you are even taller than me."

It's a statement, not emotion.Perhaps he has long been worn away by the infinite repetition of the life of guarding the tower, and bent over by time, stubbornly guarding the demon-locking tower for reasons unknown to others.

Jing Rong didn't know how to answer, and the tower guard didn't intend to let him answer. He was just lonely for too long and wanted to find someone to talk to.

After seeing all the monsters in the pagoda, and checking the seals in the pagoda, there was nothing wrong with it, Jing Rong felt relieved.

The tower keeper quietly held the lamp, and didn't look at what Jing Rong was doing. When Jing Rong was leaving, he handed back the command of Ling Xiaofeng's master, and when Jing Rong accepted it, he said something vaguely : "Keep your Lingxiao sword and suzerain position safe."

Jing Rong was startled: "Junior..."

Unexpectedly, the tower keeper ignored it, and walked slowly towards the dark place holding the lamp, muttering: "The way of heaven is impermanent...the way of heaven is merciless..."

He elongated his tone, but his voice did not echo in the tower. It was not the first time the two had met, but this was the first time that the tower keeper had spoken so much.

Jing Rong didn't feel the passage of time in the tower, but only when he got out of the tower did he realize that the sky was already full of stars. He looked up at the bright galaxy, compared with the dark and dark Suoyao Tower, he felt very gentle.

I still remember that he was accompanied by Mo Lingyun the last time he watched the stars. Mo Lingyun lit a fire and muttered about trivial things in a low voice, and he was a quiet listener.

Now that I think about it, it has been more than three months since Mo Lingyun left the sect. The paper figurine of his soul-divided soul was with him, after all, it was not the real him. Many times, when he was distracted, he couldn't perceive Mo Lingyun's emotions.

There were too many chores in the sect, and he couldn't care about Mo Lingyun all the time.

A few days ago, Yunjing smelted and exploded another batch of pills, and was imprisoned by Taoist Qingxuan.

Qin Wujian handed the Yuetan grass that Qin Wujian brought back to Qing Yunfeng, and then hurriedly led his disciples down the mountain to catch the monster.

The famous Yan Luo Ning Jiuchen of their sect is also Ning Qing's master, and he will return to the sect soon.

Taoist Tianquan has been retreating in recent years to seek a breakthrough, and he has the intention of becoming benevolent if he fails.

The master became the treasurer of letting go, and Jing Rong had to act as the acting suzerain as the young suzerain; but sometimes it is quite funny to deal with the disputes within the sect. The uncles will still come to him to make noise.

For example, someone from Qingluan Peak blew up the farmland of Wangui Peak by making weapons. This Taoist Fuli, who loves food like his life, will not follow him. After arguing endlessly, she danced to Jing Rong.

The two of them disapproved of each other, as Jing Rong was a junior, it was difficult to say anything, at such a time, he needed Master Uncle Qingxuan to step in, Uncle Qingxuan just frowned slightly, and to put it naively, Uncle Qin Fang immediately became honest.

As for Qingyue Peak, it is the boundary of Taoist cultivators. The master of the peak Chiqing Daoist resides in Wan Dao League, and the chief disciple Lin Wuduan gives alms outside the sect all the year round. His disciples go with the flow very naturally, which is called following the Tao and cultivating the mind.

The atmosphere in the sect is friendly, and the disciples are obedient. Jing Rong's only trouble now is probably the problem of Mo Lingyun's meridians. It's okay for him to keep it a secret for the time being, but if things go on like this, Mo Lingyun's cultivation has not improved, which will inevitably arouse suspicion from others.

Jing Rong also believed that there is no way to solve the broken innate meridians, but his master acted too impatiently, which did not conform to his previous demeanor, Jing Rong thought, the master must be hiding something from him.

******

His Highness Chunlan was quiet at night, only the sound of the flute accompanied by the breeze, Ning Qing closed his eyes, and the hand holding the flute dropped to the table.

Tonight, there is no rest in the wind, just like he caught a glimpse that night.

It was an orthodox monk from Nan Siyuan who was pestering Yan Huai, muttering: "It's strange, you are ruthless, how could you have a thread in the world of mortals?"

The two chased each other and approached Chunlan Hall, the man in black was holding the flute in one hand, Nan Siyuan's sword was out of its sheath, after chasing all the way, they still said: "Let me do the divination for you, fellow Taoist."

I don't know if the believers know that they fear gods and tell fortunes and Taoists will one day chase after others to tell fortunes.

Ning Qing had no intention of watching, but Nan Siyuan chopped off Yan Huai's mask with a sword, and his entire appearance was exposed under the bright moon. One place is not carefully crafted, but it is necessary to create such an amazing person.

Ning Qing is not a person who sees sex, and he only glanced at Yan Huai. This small glance made him burst into tears. He had no symptoms of illness for a long time. Under this stimulation, he coughed dryly and saw blood. Ning Qing spread out Hands, only spots of blood mottled.

That's great... His ten years of pursuit are not in vain...

Before Ning Qing fainted, the flute landed on him first, and someone seemed to pass by like a breeze and surrounded him, who was about to lean, and only a piece of black clothes remained in his blurred vision.

Except for that night, he never saw Yan Huai again, and the whereabouts of Lord Tianfu are unpredictable, and money can't buy it.

"Turning back..." The extremely light murmur was scattered into the wind, and the most gentle eyebrows lost their smiles. Ning Qing's eyes were out of focus, and his eyelashes covered the light, casting a shadow.

Some people in the north can't sleep day and night, but in the south, it's hot and windy in summer, accompanied by the fragrance of overripe peaches.

"Everyone says Jiangnan is good, Jiangnan is good." Mo Lingyun paddled a small boat to see the scenery on the bank slowly passing by, "Take a small boat and swim on the Dongjiang River."

Mo Lingyun was talking to himself, while Jing Rong sat on one side, took off his bamboo hat, and watched the live fish jumping out of the water from time to time, he thought Mo Lingyun would only talk about food, but now he was in a poetic mood.

"Hey Master, when the light boat docks, shall we go pick peaches?" Mo Lingyun turned to look at him, "I see that there are many peach groves on the shore, and you should be able to pick them by yourself if you pay some money."

"Okay." Jing Rong responded, and when he looked up, there was really a peach forest on the hill, with green peach leaves against the ripe peaches, like a smear of pink and white scattered among the green ink, and Kazuki's Tao'er almost bent the peach tree down.