In that distant little black house

The shattering of a disciple's life card is by no means a trivial matter, but the shock and anger that the sect leader thought it was, did not appear on Zhang Jingmo's face.

On the contrary, Zhang Jingmo, who knew about the incident, looked exceptionally calm, with no fluctuations in his eyes or expression - the head even suspected that Zhang Jingmo had already known about it.

The suspicion of the sect leader was right, Zhang Jingmo did know about it, not only did he know about it, but he also took the life of his disciple with his own hands.

The leader hesitated and said: "Qingyuan..."

Zhang Jingmo interrupted what the headmaster wanted to say next, he looked at the broken fate card in the headmaster's hand, and said calmly: "Life and death are destiny."

The head of the sect seemed a little surprised when he heard the words. Based on his understanding of Zhang Jingmo, he knew that Zhang Jingmo could be regarded as a person with the utmost affection and nature, but after discovering that the second disciple was dead and Dao disappeared, Zhang Jingmo was so indifferent... Obviously, Unreasonable.

If Zhang Jingmo wanted to, he could naturally pretend to be surprised and angry, but perhaps the disappearance of Lu Guijiu made him exhausted, so he suddenly didn't want to pretend, even if it might arouse the suspicion of the leader, his There was only a faint sigh of destiny in his mouth.

Although the head of the sect felt that Zhang Jingmo was unusual, he did not ask after all. After all, he was Zhang Jingmo's disciple, and his master was not in a hurry. What he said as an outsider seemed to be meddling.

Zhang Jingmo had just heard about Kunlun Peak from Yu Fen, and the head of the sect just happened to come to the door. He directly skipped the topic about the second disciple, and said, "You came just in time, I just wanted to find you."

The head said: "Looking for me?" As he spoke, he conveniently placed the fragments of the life card of Zhang Jingmo's second disciple on the wooden table.

Zhang Jingmo had no intention of taking over the wooden plaque. He glanced at the fragments lightly, then shifted his gaze to the head, and said, "I heard that there are four places for our Lingxu faction in the Kunlun Summit auction?"

The head said: "There are four places, don't you think..."

Zhang Jingmo said bluntly, "Give me one."

He didn't go around the bush, he just said what was in his heart.

Hearing Zhang Jingmo's words, the headmaster couldn't help but wryly smiled, and he said: "Qingyuan, if it's something else, I would easily agree to you, but this matter involves various forces, and I can't just say a word. set."

Zhang Jingmo turned his eyes, and said in his mouth: "A marrow repairing pill."

When the headmaster heard the word Xiusui Pill, his eyes lit up, and he bargained, "Five pieces!"

Zhang Jingmo said: "Two!"

The head said: "You and I both take a step back, how about three? Give me three, and I will help you get this spot."

Zhang Jingmo said hello.

The transaction was completed, the head of the sect was full of joy, he said: "Your medicine arrived in time, I am worried that I don't know where to find it."

Zhang Jingmo smiled, but did not answer.

The repairing marrow pill is slightly worse than the Huo Rong pill given to Bai Lingxiao before, but it is also a pill that is very beneficial to a pair of Jindan late-stage monks, that is, Zhang Jingmo dared to boast that he had refined three repairing marrow in a few years Dan's wild words.

The leader got what he wanted, and left with joy, leaving behind Zhang Jingmo with an indifferent expression and Yu Fen who was stunned.

Yu Fen didn't say a word when the head was in the gate, until the head walked away for a while, he finally choked out a sentence: "Can you still do this?"

Zhang Jingmo smiled and said, "How?"

Yu Fen said seriously, "I would have learned alchemy if I knew it earlier."

Zhang Jingmo laughed at the words: "You don't even want to do cultivation, but you still want to make alchemy?"

Yu Fen murmured a few words, felt wronged, sighed a long time, and said: "Okay, okay, I'm worthless, and I won't bother you anymore, so you can rest, I've saved a lot for a long time, and I'm here to find you Have a few drinks."

Zhang Jingmo nodded.

Yu Fen cupped his hands, turned around and left. He left without asking a word from Zhang Jingmo's second disciple from the beginning to the end—this is probably the tacit understanding between the two of them.

Afterwards, Bai Lingxiao got the news of Zhang Jingmo's return, and also came to visit him. After he learned that Lu Guijiu hadn't come back, Bai Lingxiao didn't comfort Zhang Jingmo, but said bluntly: "Your apprentice, his life is better than yours. It’s still hard, and nothing will happen.”

This sentence, Zhang Jingmo is very convinced. No one knows better than her how unlucky Lu Guijiu's luck is. Besides, he is indeed as unbroken as Bai Lingxiao said, and he is still alive if he thinks about it... It's just that Whether it's a good life or not is another matter.

The environment of the demon world is harsh and completely unsuitable for human survival. Zhang Jingmo can only suppress his worries and plan carefully.

After Bai Lingxiao left, Zhang Jingmo spent several months recovering from the injury between his waist and abdomen.As soon as the wound healed, he entered the alchemy room and began to refine the marrow cultivation pill.

Although the difficulty of refining Xiusui Pill is lower than that of Huo Rong Pill, it is not an easy pill to make. Fortunately, Zhang Jingmo had found a lot of rare treasures on the snow-capped mountains before, so it would not take too much time Looking for herbs.

The head of the sect wanted to ask Zhang Jingmo what medicinal materials he still lacked, but Zhang Jingmo entered the alchemy room for retreat without saying a word. It seemed that he had been prepared for this.

Zhang Jingmo was really in a hurry, he knew that if he went to the Demon Realm with his current strength, he would definitely seek death, if he really wanted to find Lu Guijiu, he would have to form a Nascent Soul first.

Zhang Jingmo had an intuition that there might be something he wanted at the Kunlun Peak auction.

Three pills of repairing marrow in three years are a great challenge for any alchemist. Zhang Jingmo has no foundation in his heart, but he knows that if he fails to succeed, he will succeed. He might not be able to keep up with the top auction.

Three years is just a snap of the fingers for a cultivator, and during these three years, three visions have appeared on Zhang Jingmo's alchemy room.

These three visions have come out, even if others did not come out, they all know that the matter of the Xisui Pill may be completed.

So when Zhang Jingmo took three elixirs and arrived in front of the head, he was greeted by a small jade tablet with the word Kunlun engraved on it. Zhang Jingmo passed the elixir with one hand and took the jade tablet with the other. , and thanked the master.

The headmaster smiled while holding the pill: "You don't need to thank me, you got it yourself."

Zhang Jingmo said again: "Which three people are going with me?"

The headmaster mentioned the ancestors of Yuanying in the two factions, and finally pointed at himself.

Zhang Jingmo didn't expect that the head of the school would also go this time, he said, "Aren't you in charge of the Lingxu faction?"

The head said: "The Kunlun Peak Auction happens once every few hundred years, so I'm naturally going to join in the fun."

Although the head gave such a statement, Zhang Jingmo didn't quite believe it. Instead, he guessed that the head knew what was going to be auctioned at Kunlun Peak, so he decided to go there in person.

The head said: "The auction will be a year later, but there is one thing that I have to tell you in advance."

Zhang Jingmo asked what was the matter.

The head of the sect hesitated for a moment, but he still said, "For this auction, Tianlu of Kuchan Valley will also go..."

Zhang Jingmo frowned upon hearing this.

The head said: "However, we have two Nascent Soul cultivators traveling with us, and they dare not attack you directly."

Zhang Jingmo nodded thoughtfully, as a acknowledgment of the headmaster's kindness towards him.For him, Tianlu of Dry Zen Valley is indeed a big problem that cannot be solved at present.

It was only a year before the Kunlun Peak Auction, and Zhang Jingmo began to prepare for the auction during this year.

He has a lot of good things in his hands now, but he didn't give me the first prize in the auction. After all, the auction is the top auction in the entire cultivation world.

A year passed in a flash, and the day the first snow fell, a group of Lingxu Sect set off.

Four of them came out of Zhang Jingmo and the sect leader, and the remaining two were Nascent Soul monsters of the Lingxu Sect, and one of them was even a monk of Master Zhang Jingmo's generation.

The two monks were not surprised to see Zhang Jingmo. Among them, the monk named Zhang Jue, who was in the same generation as Zhang Jingmo's master, even sighed softly.

Zhang Jingmo bowed to the senior, and said: "I will trouble the seniors more in the future."

Another cultivator named Cui Qianshao, who described the old age, said calmly after hearing the words: "We, members of the Lingxu Sect, must not be bullied by others at will."

Zhang Jingmo smiled, feeling at ease.

On the nearest road to Kunlun Peak, monks from many sects had already gathered. Zhang Jingmo even saw some little-known sects among them. I don’t know what happened to Kunlun Peak this time. Many invitations.

For Yuanying monks, it is very easy to travel thousands of miles a day. If they go all out, they can reach their destination in less than half a month.

But considering the head and Zhang Jingmo, the speed of the four slowed down after all.

And this slowness happened to meet an old man Zhang Jingmo knew.

Same as the last time I saw Gu Niancang, Zhang Jingmo couldn't remember clearly, but the young man in front of him obviously remembered Zhang Jingmo firmly, and greeted Zhang Jingmo from a distance.

Compared with before, Gu Niancang's body has not changed much, but the aura on his body is much stronger, and it seems that he has already formed a pill from the breath.

"Senior Zhang." Gu Niancang walked up to Zhang Jingmo and called out, "Long time no see."

Zhang Jingmo nodded, his attitude was not eager, he said: "Long time no see."

Gu Niancang said: "Senior Zhang is also going to Kunlun Peak?"

Zhang Jingmo said yes.

Gu Niancang smiled, and said, "What a coincidence."

Zhang Jingmo was a little surprised when he heard this sound, he said, "Are you going too?" Gu Niancang was only at the early stage of Jindan, so he didn't expect that he would also go to the Kunlun Peak.

Gu Niancang knew why Zhang Jingmo was surprised. In fact, everyone who knew that he was going to Kunlun Peak was very surprised. After all, he had only formed a pill not long ago. Milk doll.

Gu Niancang said: "Thanks to the seniors in the faction."

Zhang Jingmo's attitude towards Gu Niancang was not really enthusiastic, but Gu Niancang didn't seem to notice it, and kept talking with Zhang Jingmo until the elders behind him started calling his name.

Gu Niancang said: "Senior Zhang, if there is a chance, I will buy you another drink."

Zhang Jingmo hummed, and saw Gu Niancang reluctantly leave.This kid's personality is not like Gu Chenjiang, but rather like Gu Chenfan, but I don't know if he knows that the person in front of him is Chen Baicang, whom he has hated for a long time...

Thinking of this, Zhang Jingmo stopped thinking.

Kunlun Peak is located in the extreme north.

There is snow all the year round, the mountains are high and the roads are far away, and there are few people.

Like all sects, Kunlun Dian also has a large array of guards, but the scope of this large array is extremely wide, and Kunlun Dian has always disliked contact with outsiders, so he was selected by him. Once the disciples of the school join the sect, they usually don't come out for a thousand years.

But if it comes out, it must be that something big has happened in the world.

It’s not the first time Zhang Jingmo has come to Kunlun Peak, but this time, it’s his lowest level of cultivation. Not only is his cultivation level low, but his purse is also very thin. His wealth is not enough in front of these Nascent Soul monsters. Gap between teeth.

Even so, Zhang Jingmo still came. He seemed to be summoned by something, and came to this snow-covered place again.

After a two-month journey, Zhang Jingmo and his party of four arrived at Kunlun Peak.

Apart from meeting Gu Niancang that day, nothing special happened along the way. It can be said that the itinerary was extremely boring, and even Tianlu, who had always hated Zhang Jingmo, had no news.

But sometimes, no news is the best news.

The person who came to receive Zhang Jingmo and his party was a Hetong from the top of the Kunlun Mountains. That Hetong was still a child, dressed in a thick white cotton coat, walking slowly in front of Zhang Jingmo like a snow doll, and was still crying. He angrily told them not to run around, if something happened, it would kill them.

Zhang Jingmo looked at his appearance, but somehow he remembered Lu Guijiu when he was a child.

That Hetong was leading the four people forward when he heard a sound of quarreling from around. Zhang Jingmo followed the sound and saw people from the other faction arguing with the Hetong who greeted them.

From the content of the quarrel, it seemed that the people in that sect were dissatisfied with Hetong's arrangement of their residence.

He Tong, who was leading the four members of the Lingxu Sect, heard the noise as if he hadn't heard it, and his steps didn't change a bit.

However, the noise of that group of people became louder and louder, and Hetong, who was arguing with them, became more and more wronged, until finally he burst into tears.

He Tong, who was leading the way for Zhang Jingmo, frowned when he heard the cry, pouting his cheeks like buns, and said: "Why are you crying again? Oh, this is too bad."

As soon as he spoke, Zhang Jingmo heard a loud thunder. He was taken aback for a moment, and then looked at the place where the few people were noisy just now, but he saw only a piece of black scorched earth, and he was standing next to the scorched earth wiping tears , the aggrieved He Tong.

The head of the sect standing next to Zhang Jingmo was also a little confused when he saw this scene, he said: "Little friend... this is..."

Na Hetong said: "That's why I told you not to run around, it's dangerous here."

Zhang Jingmo knew that running around on the top of the Kunlun Mountains was not allowed, but he had never seen such a quarrel that was struck down by lightning without leaving any bones.

He Tong muttered again: "Master is in a bad mood these days... He has already injured many disciples, you must... take it easy."

If it weren't for the cold sweat here that was frozen as soon as it broke out, the leader really wanted to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

The face of Zhang Jue, who was traveling with him, was not very good-looking. To be precise, the faces of the two Nascent Soul cultivators were uglier than Zhang Jingmo and the head--because perhaps Zhang Jingmo and the head didn't notice, but the two of them saw everything clearly. Chu, the cultivator who was struck to death by lightning was at the Nascent Soul stage—a monk at the Nascent Soul stage was struck to death by a lightning so easily. The feeling of sadness when the rabbit dies and the fox.

But Zhang Jingmo and the leader couldn't understand the thoughts of these two seniors. They all thought very simple. They went to the residence early to stay and didn't run around and quarrel with Hetong, so there shouldn't be any surprises.

Both of them thought this way at the beginning, until they saw the residence——then they instantly understood why someone was arguing just now.

Because this so-called residence is nothing but a thatched house, which has just been built, and Zhang Jingmo even saw the waste of wood beside him.

Seeing that the four of them were stunned, Hetong coughed, then took out a small stick out of nowhere, and used it to draw a circle around the thatched cottage.

A bad premonition arose in Zhang Jingmo's heart.

The head of the sect was obviously the same as Zhang Jingmo, he asked very carefully: "Little friend... what are you doing?"

That Hetong ignored the head of the sect, and after finishing the circle, he said to the four of them solemnly: "Don't leave this circle without authorization, if you leave... I can't tell if what happened just now will happen." promise."

Zhang Jingmo: "..."

That Hetong thought for a while and said: "You are staying here for a few days now, and when everyone is here, someone will come to inform you."

The head: "...Thank you, little friend."

That Hetong giggled a few times, his bun-like cheeks puffed up, and he said: "I think you guys are nice, let me remind you, our master hates hearing others cry, if you want to cry, you must hide Cry, or be careful that your soul will be scattered."

The headmaster forced a smile and said hello.

After He Tong said this, he ran away in a bouncing manner. It seemed that he was in a really good mood.

As soon as Hetong left, the four remaining people all looked at each other in blank dismay. In the end, the head of the sect spoke first, and he said, "Have a rest?"

Zhang Jingmo glanced at the crumbling straw hut, and could only sigh, let's rest.

As a result, that night, Zhang Jingmo heard four or five more thunderclaps. At the beginning, when the thunder rang, the faces of several people turned pale, obviously thinking about what happened during the day, but afterward, they were all used to it. When the thunder struck, he didn't open his eyes to look at it, but continued to recover the aura in his body with his eyes closed.

This kind of Kunlun Peak is completely different from the Kunlun Peak that Zhang Jingmo visited in previous lives. When he came, there was no one to welcome him, and his residence was also a stone house, not like the dilapidated thatched cottage in front of him.

However, no one dared to argue on the top of the Kunlun Mountains, and it has become the norm. I don't know if it is the deep shadow left by the previous auctions.

The thatched hut was not sheltered from the wind at all, so there was no difference at all. On the second day, Zhang Jingmo came next to a neighbor. Judging from his Taoist uniform, he seemed to be some unknown sect.

That person was also led by He Tong, with a froze face the whole time, seeing that he was out of his mind, he was obviously very frightened.

He Tong also drew a circle around his thatched hut, and after a word of advice, he slipped away.

The man sat down tremblingly, tears were clearly rolling in his eyes, but after holding it back for a long time, he finally held it back.

Zhang Jingmo saw his shadow in this person, and he suddenly felt that this was not participating in any auction at all, but in prison, but the prison cell was still a circle drawn with a stick.

A few days later, the open space around Zhang Jingmo was basically filled with fellow Taoists from all schools and factions.

These Taoist friends all looked deeply shocked, and even the Nascent Soul cultivator among them had an extremely ugly expression.

Zhang Jingmo's heart is also broad, looking at it, he felt a little funny.

The leader expressed full admiration for Zhang Jingmo's mentality, and said, "Qingyuan, don't you think it's dangerous?"

Zhang Jingmo said: "Dangerous? Why?"

The head of the sect said: "That person took our lives like picking something out of a bag..."

Zhang Jingmo said: "Since this is the case, what are you worried about? The sky is falling, and the tall man is holding it up."

The head of the sect took a deep look at Zhang Jingmo. He hadn't realized before that how could he, a junior, have such a wide heart...

Zhang Jingmo didn't care if he didn't care, he had a good rest for a few days, but the two Nascent Soul monks who came with them became irritable instead.

Although there were more people around, there was no noisy sound here, as if everyone was afraid of talking too loudly, which attracted the attention of the master of Kunlun Peak, and then a thunder came down...and directly killed people.

As a result, the atmosphere in the open space became extraordinarily weird. Everyone sat on the ground, resting their bodies and minds against the wind and snow, even talking in whispers.

After more than ten days in a row, when everyone's emotions became a little irritable, the crane boys who disappeared after leading the people reappeared in front of everyone. They were still wearing the snow-white cotton clothes, looking Still like balls of cotton.

The leading Hetong said loudly: "Master, please!"

As the words fell, a bridge of halo descended from the sky. The bridge directly leads to the sky, and it looks majestic and majestic from a distance.

Most people were shocked by this scene, only a few people—such as Zhang Jingmo, showed a little puzzled look.He didn't remember that the master of Kunlun Peak was so ostentatious, or could it be that... something wrong with his memory?