How many times the group portrait is spring

The condition of the forward line of defense was not very good. When the disciples were ordered to return, the mountains were soaked in cold rain, and outside the thin layer of fog were unknown monsters entrenched.

Nan Siyuan, as the main commander of the defense line in the southern border, was tired beyond words, but at the same time had a strange excitement. The light in his eyes was almost overflowing, as if he was not facing the unpredictable battlefield of life and death, but to lure him deep into the battlefield. secret treasure.

In addition, he especially liked talking to Mo Lingyun, Yan Huai, and Ning Qing.

Ning Jiuchen looks elegant, but in fact he is the most reckless. He often rushes into the mist alone and returns with the blood-stained demon pill. His whereabouts are really elusive.

As a qi training disciple, Mo Lingyun has to be accompanied by someone wherever he goes. This time, he happened to be lucky enough to destroy demons with Ning Jiuchen. I have to say that Ning Jiuchen is a Nascent Soul worthy of his name. His sword is fierce and there is nothing fancy about it. It can also be said that the move is fatal.

The flower demon pretending to be an ordinary flower was also beheaded by his sword, and then uprooted. He only said: "To destroy the demon, you need to cut the grass and get rid of the roots."

"Does it have to be like this?" Mo Lingyun looked at the root of the flower demon that was dripping with milky white juice. It is very likely that it is the blood of the flower demon that cannot be transformed.

"Cut the grass without eradicating the roots, and the spring breeze will regenerate it." Ning Jiuchen didn't say much, and the original flower demon was wiped out with his hands.

Except for Mo Lingyun, the other disciples looked as usual; Mo Lingyun closed his eyes and said nothing more.

In the terrain of the southern border, there may be demons dormant everywhere. At present, the human race has the upper hand temporarily. Who knows if it will last for a long time. The southern border has just experienced the double blow of famine and plague.

The Hengshan Sword Sect and its affiliated families refused to participate in the war, and the eastern and western borders closed their doors and regarded the war between the two clans as nothing. No matter how they looked at it, the human race couldn't drag it on for too long.

Mo Lingyun held the sword and followed the disciples of Xuantian Sect casually. As a disciple in the Qi training period, for many people, it was enough for him to just watch the battle and not cause trouble.

Ning Jiuchen only found time to talk to him when he was on his way back: "Why has it been so long, I'm still practicing Qi."

"Perhaps the disciple is dull." Mo Lingyun didn't mind, and answered generously.

The group was silent for a while.

When they returned to the station, the doctor was dispensing the medicine, and Ning Qing helped out, but it was obvious from a glance that he was almost walking around Yan Huai's side, with no intention of going anywhere else.

"Look at them, don't they look a bit alike?" Li Yao gnawed at the fruit and pointed.

"What does it look like?" Mo Lingyun was noncommittal.

"Husband and wife look." Li Yao laughed, her nature of being a matchmaker everywhere really hasn't changed.

Mo Lingyun squinted his eyes, thinking it was funny, Ning Qing's intentions were obvious, but neither his master nor his sect would allow him to be with a ghost doctor.

When the banquet ended, Yan Huai was summoned, the unsheathed sword was a certain distance away from the mud, and the silent Yan Huai was also a certain distance away from him.

"Ning Qing is a good seedling who can instigate rebellion, but this can't be the reason for your soft heart." In the cold moonlight Xia Yanzhi's eyes were dim and difficult to see, "You shouldn't have such a thing as love."

The authorities were bewildered by the onlookers, Yan Huai was speechless with downcast eyes, and said after listening to the banquet: "This kind of thing will only become a stumbling block to my great career."

"My subordinates are wrong."

"You will leave tomorrow, go to the northern border, and look for the pardon of Beishan."

Compared with the monsters in the southern border, the ones in the extreme northern region are more cunning, maybe it's because of the terrain. In the southern border, there are only the Gu clan that has been attached to the eastern border, while the Xuanbei border is protected by a large formation, and Xuantianzong is in charge in the north.

Southern Xinjiang in the early morning is full of hope. The fragrance of flowers and plants dissipates with the fog. When the clouds are light and the fog is far away, the sun will shine through and return to this land.

Xuan Ye stayed in southern Xinjiang, and it was Yan Huai who went alone again.

"Are you going..." Ning Qing frowned lightly, and didn't do too much to keep her. People in this world have so much to do, and the world is in chaos. People like them can only be prepared to run around to help at any time.

But Yan Huai didn't answer him, like two strangers meeting by chance.

Ning swept the hibiscus stone between his wrists, and looked at the sky where the man was no longer there. He turned around and continued to help the doctor.

There are many frontier defense formations in the southern border, the thickness of the city wall is thinner than that in the southern border, and Nan Siyuan has reinforced it with magic. It is still no problem to defend against ordinary monsters. As long as there are not demon kings in person, there are many monks. This wall is impenetrable.

Sitting on the city wall, Mo Lingyun looked down. There were many monsters hidden in the forest blown by the wind. The warm sun dispelled the fog and cleared his sight.

He has been to many places, including the extremely cold northern border, dangerous high mountains, or the rugged eastern border that does not know when it will fall, but the southern border is a very magical place, where everything grows freely, and the four seasons are as warm as late spring.

When you can't figure it out, it's a good thing to just sit in the warm sun and think about it.

Mo Lingyun didn't count how long he had been sitting, Nan Siyuan came to tease him with a whisk.

"As a qi training disciple, I can't go to the battlefield, so I naturally want to disturb you less." Mo Lingyun glanced at the sun, and was blinded by the light. Nan Siyuan didn't know what was wrong, and always liked to talk to him .

"A person with great luck, how could he stop practicing Qi?" Nan Siyuan maintained a smile and stood behind Mo Lingyun.

Mo Lingyun wasn't in the mood to get down from the city wall and talk to him, he just raised his hand, "I'm just practicing Qi, how can the Taoist priest explain it?"

His meridians were sealed by him and assisted by a doctor like Yan Huai, Yuan Ying couldn't tell the difference, and he still didn't believe that Nan Siyuan had any way to tell the difference.

"It's against the sky to spy on other people's fate at will, let alone." Nan Siyuan put away his whisk, "Your fate is beyond my ability to see."

"Then stop talking nonsense and stimulate me, a qi training disciple who can't write well enough." Mo Lingyun propped his face up with one hand, and looked casually from afar.

"Daoist friendliness."

"It's just following your way and letting nature take its course."

Talking to Nan Siyuan is like practicing Tai Chi, he will never get angry, he will only test you step by step to see if you have any flaws, unfortunately, Mo Lingyun doesn't, and won't.

There are not a few monks who go out of the defense line to fight against the demon clan. Wan Daomeng clearly stipulates that they can only go out of the defense line if they have established a foundation. Jin Dan can be the leader of the team, and Yuan Ying can be the commander of one side's battle. As for Mo Lingyun's Qi training, he should be obedient It is better to stay within the walls.

A monk on the city wall drew his bow, aiming at the monsters outside the city wall. Mo Lingyun watched with interest, but he did not move.

Ning Qing was wounded when he came back from outside the city. His light-colored school uniform was stained with blood, revealing bloodstains on his arms. He remained silent and dealt with the wound alone.

After washing with hot water to remove the dirty blood, he then applied the hemostatic powder. He tore off the medicinal cloth and bandaged himself with the force of his teeth. Ning Qing finished the bandage without even frowning. He is still the humble gentleman Ning Qing.

Mo Lingyun pursed his lips and smiled, feeling that this person was so cruel to him that he really had the demeanor of a demon cultivator in the Eastern Realm, but it was a pity that he had joined the sect of Xuantian Sect.

When he raised his eyes again, Mo Lingyun's eyes were filled with worry: "Master, doesn't it hurt?"

"It's okay." Ning Qing raised his eyes to look at him, "I have wronged you, nephew, and you are on the frontier with us."

"Ling Yun is very happy that he didn't drag you down." Mo Lingyun lowered his eyebrows, "I just don't know what's going on with Master."

"Be more confident in senior brother. He is a Taoist monarch. It is difficult for us human race to have a match. Even if it is a monster race, there are not many who can beat senior brother." Ning Qing's words are simple statements, and those who are difficult to match are already I am humble, this Nascent Soul's Dzogchen cultivation has been suppressed for decades, if he is willing, who knows what realm he will actually reach.

"Is Master so powerful?" Mo Lingyun's eyes were full of joy, as if he was sincerely happy for Jing Rong's cultivation strength.

"Naturally, if this battle is won, the senior brother must be the one who established the victory."

And the founder they were discussing was watching the battle in the southern border. Most of the monsters sent by the monster clan did not need him to personally act. Most of the time when he walked through a city, it was to stabilize the morale of the army.

The four words Rongxie Daojun are enough to stabilize the hearts of countless monks.

Jing Rong traveled through Qiyang this time, and the leader of the guarding cultivators was his junior brother Lin Wuduan. , the reputation is not good.

The two clans were so jealous of each other, Pian Lin Wuyuan continued to mutter that it wasn't an evil monster, so he wouldn't kill it.

"Tell the demons what you say, and see if they will listen to you." A dissatisfied casual cultivator said to him.

Lin Wuduan only said: "My way is my heart, my heart is clear, good and evil will have their own retribution."

"Tch." The monks snorted a little, "The way of heaven is incomplete, so how can there be karma?"

"Incomplete rather than non-existent, I will obey it myself." Lin Wuduan saluted, and the blood-stained brush was as white as ever in an instant.

This was the scene when Jing Rong came, he only said 'unprovoked', and the monks who turned around after hearing the sound were full of surprises, and immediately bowed in unison: "Please be safe, Mr. Rong Xie!"

"Good morning, fellow travelers."

Taoist Rong Xie is so easy to recognize, this noble and unparalleled Taoist Lord of Heaven and Earth, you only need to look at him to know who he is.

Apart from boosting morale, Jing Rong stayed with Lin Wuduan most of the time, seeing that his junior was exceptionally calm, Jing Rong asked in a lighter tone: "Wuduan, what's going on?"

A lot of papers about Lin Wuduan's impeachment have been handed to him, saying that Lin Wuduan was timid and timid, he didn't have the demeanor of a leader, and the defender of the city gave way repeatedly to the demon clan, the only difference was that he was collaborating with the enemy.

Some of these brochures were handed over to Wan Dao League, but many of them were thrown out by Master Chi Qing.

"Wu Duan has his own judgment in his heart, senior brother, don't worry." Lin Wu Duan bowed to Jing Rong, he didn't want to kill the monster clan indiscriminately, and he would never let the evil monster go.

It's just that everyone is jealous now, who cares about his rules and regulations.

"Since you have a plan, senior brother won't say much." Lin Wuduan is a very reassuring junior, and he is not a person who keeps the old rules. Since he knows what is in his mind, Jing Rong will not interfere.