How many times the group portrait is spring

Xuantianzong has always protected the relics of the ancestors very well. Jing Rong took Mo Lingyun through the barrier in the mountain, and Mo Lingyun saw the different faces of Xuantian Mountain Range for the first time. Just walking on this mountain road, one can feel a little bit of it. Different from the atmosphere of the outside world.

Approaching the towering sword fairy ruins, Mo Lingyun was even more stunned. This majestic momentum came from a huge stone left by a master thousands of years ago.

Unbelievable, Mo Lingyun took a few steps closer, raised his hand to caress the edge of the boulder, and asked softly: "Master, you said this sword fairy, where did he go?"

Jing Rong watched Mo Lingyun's movements quietly, and replied, "I don't know either."

"Then when he made this "Xingyin Zhu", he must have been very happy in his heart?" Mo Lingyun felt the joy from his fingertips, and inexplicable emotions rose from the bottom of his heart. This may be passed down through the ages A trace of sword intent was now touched by him a thousand years later.

"Senior Li is a role model for me and other sword cultivators, with a broad mind..." Jing Rong looked at the words on the ruins and spoke slowly, before he was interrupted by Mo Lingyun's retreating movement.

The breath that was supposed to make people feel comfortable turned into a stabbing pain the moment Mo Lingyun thought about it, causing him to withdraw his hand suddenly. Mo Lingyun stepped back, and the shock appeared in his eyes.

"What's the matter Ling Yun?" Jing Rong stretched out his hand to help Mo Lingyun.

Mo Lingyun swallowed, and said in surprise, "Maybe I was too offensive..."

"How come..." Jing Rong frowned. For thousands of years, this relic has never responded to worshipers.

When Jing Rong was thinking, Mo Lingyun also adjusted his mood, he took a low breath while shaking his hand.

The concern for Mo Lingyun finally overwhelmed the confusion in his heart, Jing Rong asked with concern: "Is it okay?"

"It's okay..." Mo Lingyun shook his hand, half jokingly said: "But I don't dare to touch it."

"Seeing it is fate." Jing Rong didn't force it, just looked at the stele quietly. He had actually seen this stele a few times. The teachers set up a special barrier to protect this stele. It was opened every ten years. Counting, he did not see more than ten times.

On the way back, Mo Lingyun asked him again: "By the way, Master, since when did Senior Sword Immortal disappear?"

"After the destruction of the Promise Palace, I have completely established my victory in the righteous way."

"Then, why do everyone think that he is missing, not..."

"Although senior disappeared with his soul lamp, but with senior's cultivation, no demon in this world can take his life."

"In this way, can I understand that senior Li Zhifeng may still be alive, maybe he is watching us quietly somewhere?"

"Yes." Jing Rong nodded, Mo Lingyun's logic was fine, the only thing that didn't make sense was, if Li Zhifeng was still alive, why didn't he return to his own sect, Xuantian Sect.

Or, Li Zhifeng was in Xuantianzong and never left.

Jing Rong suddenly remembered what his master told him, when there is no way out, go to the demon lock tower.

Jing Rong paused, and later realized that maybe the ordinary tower guard in the demon lock tower was Li Zhifeng, the Beixiao sword fairy who amazed the world thousands of years ago, but if he was a sword fairy, why would he trap himself in the Thousands of years in the demon lock tower.

"Then I still look forward to seeing Senior Li Zhifeng, he is a sword fairy, he must be very powerful?" Mo Lingyun wrote his longing in his eyes.

Jing Rong wanted to speak, but the words stuck in his throat again. It is not good to tell others what the master entrusted, not to mention that this matter is his guess, and he is not sure himself. It is better not to say it, lest Ling Yunkong be happy .

"Wujian Xiaoyao's swordsmanship is also good, you can look for him more on weekdays." Jing Rong changed his rhetoric.

Hearing about Qin Wujian, Mo Lingyun immediately changed his face. It was a terrible thing to make a gesture with a sword idiot. He didn't want to recall how miserable Qin Wujian's training method was every time he practiced sword with Qin Wujian.

"Uncle Wujian is so busy, I'd better not bother him." Mo Lingyun shook his head, "Besides, I haven't finished the homework assigned by Uncle Ning."

"Is there any chance?"

"Have!"

Jing Rong looked at him with a smile.

"Then, Master, you teach me?"

Being tutored by a master is a very novel experience. Mo Lingyun saw Jing Rong caressing a row of words with his fingertips, and his tone of voice was deliberately slowed down to let him hear the questions clearly. Jing Rong would glance at Mo Lingyun from time to time when he was analyzing the outline , pay attention to whether he understands.

Mo Lingyun held the pen and seemed to be listening carefully, but his eyes were all on Jing Rong's finger, until Jing Rong patted him on the head unexpectedly.

Mo Lingyun blinked and looked innocently at Jing Rong, "Master?"

"Understand?"

Seeing Mo Lingyun's grin, Jing Rong understood, he probably didn't catch a few words.

Fortunately, Jing Rong has always been very patient with people close to him. He patted Mo Lingyun on the head and then changed his way to explain the topic to him, until Mo Lingyun responded: "I wrote it down, I really wrote it down." .”

Jing Rong randomly asked a few questions, and Mo Lingyun answered them all.

Jing Rong watched Mo Lingyun answer the post-class questions quietly, and waited for his last stroke before asking: "Lingyun, what do you think about the experience of going down the mountain?"

"It's very good. It's good to train your mind and ability." Mo Lingyun put down his pen. His experience of going down the mountain before was really not an experience. Jing Rong was always with him, or it was the teachers and uncles. He never trained alone. .

"Then, Ling Yun, do you want to practice alone?"

"Yes I do!"

"In this way, after mid-November, Beishan She will be escorted back to the extreme north. You go with Lin Xian, and I will prepare the amulet for you. There will also be Xuantianzong stationed along the way to support you." Jing Rong was still a little hesitant, he didn't feel at ease with Mo Lingyun going on the road alone, but it was impossible for him to let Mo Lingyun remain under his protection as a young monk.

"Master, you don't have to worry about me so much, I'm not young anymore." Mo Lingyun listened to Jing Rong's advice.

"Have you reached the weak crown?"

"Poor, almost..."

Jing Rong looked at the choked Mo Lingyun, and unconsciously smiled, "The extreme north is a dangerous place, don't be brave."

"En." Mo Lingyun nodded, and Jing Rong added: "Master is here."

Sure enough, you still don't worry about him going out alone, right?

"Master, don't think too much, let's go, let's feed the rabbit, ah no, the mouse." Mo Lingyun patted Jing Rong's shoulder, and strode ahead to lead the way.

This mouse is easy to raise, and it can sit there chewing and chewing after feeding some fresh grass, without moving its nest.

At this moment, the master and apprentice came up to it, and it didn't affect it to chew the grass in its hand. The little mouse stared at Jing Rong and Mo Lingyun with a pair of big round eyes, and his cheeks swelled up after eating. Not afraid of people.

The two of them stared at each other for a while, when they saw Bei Shanshe coming over with his tail flicking. He still had a piece of candied fruit in his mouth, and he threw it in front of the little mouse, in an obvious act of feeding.

"Didn't you think it was robbing your nest yesterday?" Mo Lingyun just thought it was funny, why is the scene where the dog feeds the mice so funny?He reached out and touched Bei Shanshe's pricked ears, but Bei Shanshe let go with a shake.

"This is my new pet." Beishan She shook his head, and his snow-white and fluffy fur also shook, successfully diverting the attention of the little mouse who was concentrating on grazing, and pounced on it.

"This is our Xuantian Sect's mouse, why is it your pet?" Mo Lingyun deliberately blocked it.

"I...for the time being, I belong to Xuantianzong too." Bei Shanshe picked up the little mouse and ran outside.

Mo Lingyun wasn't worried that Beishan She would swallow the little mouse in one gulp. If it wanted to do this, it would have done it while Mo Lingyun was away, so it wouldn't have waited until now.

Jing Rong looked at Beishan She Sa Huan's back, and then looked at Mo Lingyun beside him, and suddenly felt that the two looked alike when they were silly, but Mo Lingyun didn't let Beishan She let himself go.

"Wan Guifeng also has some spiritual pets." Jing Rong said.

"Master Uncle Fuli likes it very much, and it is not easy for people to touch it on weekdays."

But with Mo Lingyun's physique that pleases small animals, if he goes to Wangui Peak, he might have to plan the cabbage of Taoist Fuli and take away a bunch of spiritual pets.

"Does Master like it?"

"It's okay." Jing Rong didn't know how to answer this question, he seemed to have never liked anything very much, and his attitude towards everything was very indifferent.

Only the Lingxiao Sword has a ray of warmth left over from ancient times.

The more he practiced, the more Jing Rong felt that the Ling Xiao Sword was not as simple as it appeared on the surface, and it might have a layer of seal outside. When the sword came back again, the world would probably be ashamed of it.

"Is that so..." Mo Lingyun was thoughtful, he added water to the bowl in the cage, and said casually: "I feel that winter will come very fast this year."

However, early winter is approaching, and the sky is already showing signs of snowfall.

"Lingyun, are you still afraid of the cold?" Jing Rong glanced at the gloomy sky outside the window. He probably couldn't forget the first winter Mo Lingyun spent when he first came to Xuantianzong. It was frozen by Mo Lingyun for ten days I don't want to go out once in half a month.

"It's okay now, I'm slowly getting used to it." Mo Lingyun sniffed, and now he was more looking forward to the trip to the extreme north. He had been in Jingrongmen for three years, and he hadn't gone out alone.

"Master, why don't you tell me about the extreme north? Anyway, I'm going there in a few days."

"The extreme north is a land closer to Jiuxiaotian. Most of the monster races in the north live outside the extreme north. The largest branches are snow apes, snow wolves, and some weaker monster races."

Jing Rong explained in great detail that Mo Lingyun, a creature that lives in the same world as a demon, must understand after all.

"Lingyun, please remember on this trip, send Beishan's amnesty to the Xuanbei border and leave quickly. Don't set foot in the extreme north."

"why?"

"Beyond the realm, life and death are up to fate, and ten thousand sects are not allowed to interfere."

This is an unwritten agreement made by Xuantianzong and the extreme northern demon clan. If the demon clan rashly steps into the northern region under the jurisdiction of the human race, life and death are up to them; vice versa, the human race is also the same.

"Then, is there a clear division of this realm?"

"With the inscription as the boundary, you can let Beishan pardon a demon to cross the boundary."