Cultivation of disciples and disciples to become gods

Su Baimu braved the cold wind and returned to Qingheng Mountain. No matter how he took a shortcut to return to Changchuan Peak, he had to pass through the mountain gate.When a familiar crutch appeared in his lowered eyelids, he couldn't avoid it.

"Dong, Elder Dong," Su Baimu scratched his hair and said with a dry smile, "Why hasn't Elder Dong slept yet?"

Dong Changying pointed to the looming sky in the distance, and said, "It's almost midnight, I've already had a nap."

"It's you, where did you go down the mountain?"

Su Baimu lowered his head, and countless reasons flashed through his mind for a moment, but before he could speak, Elder Dong asked unexpectedly: "Have you gone to see Sheng Lang?"

Although Dong Changying is also an elder, but he is very old, he didn't show up much before, but recently he often appears.In Su Baimu's impression, he always had a kind and kind face, but Fu Yaoye and Xiao Jianyuan were both held accountable by him and expelled from Qingheng Mountain; Su Baimu went down the mountain privately to meet Xiao Jianyuan, At this time, he was caught straight, and he was still a little scared.

"Uh..." Su Baimu hesitated and didn't dare to answer, but Dong Changying waved him back in displeasure.

Su Baimu heaved a sigh of relief, and hurried up the mountain, but after walking for a while, he couldn't help but look back to the foot of the mountain.

The illusory light cannot melt the ice and snow in the middle of winter, the tree trunks are frozen by frost, and even the mountain gate looks solemn and deserted.Dong Changying was leaning on crutches, her body was a little stooped.

When the sky broke suddenly, a few rays of light fell on his feet, which were clearly separated from the shadows, and for a while it was like dusk.

After a long time, Dong Changying at the foot of the mountain moved and walked towards the direction opposite to the sunlight. Then Su Baimu came to his senses and continued to walk towards Changchuan Peak.

During the morning exercise today, Su Baimu was distracted, and Chang Chuanfeng's disciple reminded him, only to realize that he had misplaced the medicinal ingredients.

A disciple said: "Brother, why are you in a daze, yesterday you taught us seven millets not to get wet, so you just..."

"Bermuda."

Yan Li didn't know when he stood in front of the door of the medicine room, and the noisy disciple fell silent for an instant, and lowered his head to do his own business.

Su Baimu quickly put down the herbs in his hand and went out, whispering: "Master."

Yan Li said: "Follow me to the council hall."

Yan Li didn't show any expression on his face, he just turned around and left, Su Baimu followed him, his heart beating loudly:

Could it be that Elder Dong has sued Master?

But he himself is in charge of the punishment law, if he wants real punishment, shouldn't he come by himself...

Su Baimu thought all the way, lowered his head into the meeting room, and immediately knelt down.

Yan Li paused the hand holding the fan, and asked in doubt, "What are you doing kneeling?"

"Uh, disciple..." Su Baimu quietly raised his eyes, only to realize that there were only two elders, Yan Li and Zhong Yurong, in the meeting hall.

Yan Li said: "There is no one else, so get up and talk."

Su Baimu immediately got up and stood up straight.

After Lu Mengsheng passed away, Zhong Yurong was in great grief as his junior sister, and had to take care of Lu Ziyuan. After a period of time, she was quite haggard. Now she was sitting there expressionlessly holding a teacup, her eyes drooping in silence.

Su Baimu remembered that the meeting hall hadn't been opened for a long time, and it was cleaned carefully. The tables and chairs on the left and right sides had hardly been moved, but the walls looked a little newer, as if they had been refurbished.

"The day after tomorrow, the Canglan Sect will leave for Pingling Mountain." Yan Li half-closed his eyes, showing no emotion.

Demonic cultivators are raging and killing cultivators. Another three sects have been exterminated by the demonic way. All the immortal sects will never tolerate it.

"This journey must require the elders and chief disciples of the various immortal sects to come forward, but now..." Yan Li glanced at him, and said again: "Elder Dong is old, and he can't leave the door today; Elder Li stays in Qingheng, you go with Elder Zhong."

Lu Mengsheng's death was more or less related to Moxiu. Qingheng Mountain, as the number one immortal sect, must lead by example.

A hundred years ago, Demon Lord Jiao Zhengqing was suppressed in Pingling Mountain by Daoist Yaozhen. It was also because the demon cultivator lived in a place of bitter cold and death.But now that Jiao Zhengqing has returned to the present world, the seal has been loosened, and I don't know how many demon cultivators have escaped.

The current situation may be the same as it was a hundred years ago, and he must be a disciple who is expected to go here. If the chief disciple of Qingheng Mountain is still...

Su Baimu never felt this way in the past, it was just that the person who had been standing at the top suddenly disappeared, and he was forced to stand at the height of the first place, quite uncomfortable.

Zhong Yurong, who used to be soft-spoken in the past, hardly spoke today, and Yan Li did not return to his former temper, and asked Su Baimu some things in a business-like manner, and then let him go back.

Outside the meeting hall is a perennial green cypress forest, which moves with the wind and makes a loud noise, shaking off the fine snow.

Right now, all the peaks were completely silent, and Su Baimu was inexplicably flustered for a moment.

Qingheng Mountain will never be the same again.

Entering the northwest boundary, trees such as Populus euphratica and white grass are common, which are extremely rare in the Central Plains.

It was already the middle of winter, and Xiao Jianyuan felt even colder when he went further north.

Both of them were riding the wind with their swords, while Xiao Jianyuan was wrapped in a light fur, but still felt cold, so he couldn't help slowing down, saying: "Go down and rest for a while."

Fu Yaoye also descended and turned his head to look at him: "Brother, are you tired?"

Xiao Jianyuan only felt cold, but he didn't know how pale his face was, so he nodded and said, "Yes."

The two found an empty space and landed, Fu Yaoye put away Hai Jing, and naturally took Xiao Jianyuan's hand.

As soon as he touched Xiao Jianyuan, he frowned: "Why are senior brothers' hands so cold?"

Xiao Jianyuan pressed down forcibly so as not to tremble, and Fu Yaoye's hand was very warm, and the heat was continuously transmitted to him.

Only then did Xiao Jianyuan slow down, and said, "It's a little cold, probably because of the wind."

Fu Yaoye stretched out both hands to cover his hands for him, and said helplessly, "If senior brother wants to play, it would be great to walk all the way, you must use the sword."

"The northwest is full of yellow sand and wind," he complained, "there's nothing to see."

It was indeed a bit desolate all the way here, Xiao Jianyuan was speechless for a moment, he said right and left: "I heard that the Changyun Snow Mountain in the Hehuang area has a unique scenery... Maybe we haven't arrived yet."

Fu Yao said at night: "If you go to Hehuang, it's really far away."

He said softly: "If brother wants to see it, I will go with him."

Fu Yaoye warmed his hands, and led him to continue walking: "First, see if there is an inn nearby, and take some rest before leaving."

There happened to be an intersection ahead, and after a short walk there was a small inn, and a village could be vaguely seen behind.

The shop owner is an elderly woman, she is the only one in the shop except the back kitchen.

There are no other customers in the store, and in such a remote place, there are very few customers on weekdays.

The folk customs in the northwest are heroic, Xiao Jianyuan also ordered two taels of yellow rice wine to try.

Fu Yaoye poured wine for him and said, "It's just enough to warm up the body, but brother, I'd better drink less."

Xiao Jianyuan didn't take it seriously: "Just a little, it's okay."

Before he could take a sip, he suddenly paused and looked up at Fu Yaoye.

Fu Yaoye calmly picked up the sea mirror beside him.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, the wooden door of the inn was violently blown away, the copper bell tied to the door jingled, and the proprietress hid in the counter in fright.

A few people strode into the door and slapped the table unceremoniously: "Is anyone here today?"

Xiao Jianyuan's eyes froze.

——It's a magician!