In the early morning of the next day, the surface of the lake became more iced, and the hall was warmer.
Tong Yan talked to the old man, left the hall, and came to Dayuan City through the wet mountain road.
He found Li Gongzi’s antiques shop, bought something, and inquired about things through the neighborhood and those idle men.
Ten years ago happened to be the West Sea Incident. The girl Li Gongzi met in the hall should be the senior of Shui Yuezhang.
It is easy to reach this conclusion, because Tong Yan is good at reckoning and knows exactly what happened.
When he returned to Sanqianyu, it was dark, and the longevity lamp hanging on the bridge between the trees on the lake became brighter, and Tong Yan came to the Zen room and looked inside.
Xueji slept in the quilt hills, wondering when she would wake up.
Jing Jiu was sitting by the lake near the window, watching the thin ice falling on the lake, holding a pen in his hand and writing something on the paper.
Qing’er sat on his shoulder, humming softly the songs of the old Chu country in the illusion.
Tong Yan thought that these pictures were somewhat interesting, and a smile appeared on the tender face.
Jing Jiu has no intentions and is familiar with Guocheng Temple and Shuiyueyuan, which are like born monks.
Then he thought of Bai Zaoshimei, the smile on the corner of his lips faded, but his eyebrows grew thicker as he raised them.
If it was really unintentional, how could there be so many strange women around him?
Ten years ago, I had a winter senior, now I have Qinger around, and there is a snow girl behind her …
The night was getting darker, and suddenly the sound of the piano came.
Tong Yan turned and walked to the bridge, looking across the stream.
Li Gongzi did not sit on the snow, but instead sat on the stool he brought with him. Guqin rested on his lap, and the sound of the piano came from the strings.
Tonight, he played a good night quote.
This song appeared here ten years ago.
Stone bench by the lake.
Jing Jiu’s ears moved slightly.
Qing’er sat on his shoulder, curiously leaned over, and touched his earlobe, thinking that it was the ear of Zhaofeng, how could it look so good?
Dozens of swords were born from Jing Jiu’s body, and a matrix method was arranged with Chengtian sword method, which blocked the outside sight but did not shield those piano sounds.
He put his right hand into the lake to get wet, and then continued sharpening his sword with the smooth side of Qingtianjian.
The cold lake water soon turned into a mist, evaporating, his hands looming in between.
Qinger thought it was pretty good.
The sound of the piano continued, without stopping, or changing some tunes, Jing Jiu did not pay attention.
Time passes slowly.
The night was getting darker.
Jing Jiu suddenly raised his head and disappeared from the lake.
Tong Yan also felt that the atmosphere in the zen room was changing, and he didn’t know well. He stepped on the thin snow on the stream and came to Li Gongzi’s body.
An intangible breath overflowed from his palm and spread out against the wind, like a mirror, reflecting the stone bridge, the hall and the blue sky ahead.
Only moments later, those scenes became blurred, because a light layer of frost had formed on it.
With extremely cold frost, he easily broke the Zhongzhou faction attached to this invisible light mirror, spread to the back of his hands, wrists, and then continued upward.
Tong Yan’s face was pale, and she felt that the speed of the flow of the true Yuan in the body was drastically reduced.
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In the zen room, Xueji didn’t know when she had opened her eyes, her dark pupil exudes a terrible chill, and extremely tiny, but very beautiful snowflakes are flying in the air.
Jing Jiu smashed thousands of small snowflakes, came to the Quilt Mountain, stared at her eyes and said, “Stop it.”
Xueji looked at him quietly, and determined that this human was threatening herself.
No one in the heavenly continent can threaten her, but Jing Jiu has done it twice because he has seen her weakest side and what she wants most-the absolutely cold world.
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In front of the stone bridge, the chill disappeared.
Frost has covered Tong Yan’s shoulders.
He coughed twice, and coughed up some blood like red spar, obviously hurting slightly.
Li Gongzi is not a practitioner. Although he did not directly face the chilling attack, he was more seriously injured and had already collapsed in the snow.
Tong Yan turned to look at him, shook his head, stuffed a panacea into his mouth, and then asked the nun in the hall to carry him back to the room with the guqin.
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“There is fire in the lights, and you should be very clear. If you know all the connections between these lights, you can master this array.”
Jing Jiu took out a book from his sleeve and put it on the quilt in front of Xue Ji: “This is also a formation method, you learn as soon as possible, and then we leave.”
The cover of the book was not written, and was lifted by the wind coming in from the window. The ink characters inside were very fresh and should be just written. The words were simple, but the sword shape painted was extremely complicated. I felt dizzy when I looked at it. Learning is even more difficult.
If Gu Qing was present at this time, he would recognize that this book is the most important Chengtian sword technique of Qingshan Sect.
After doing this, Jing Jiu walked out of the Zen room and came to the stone bridge.
He said to Tong Yan: “The snow country only has classes, no society, she has no companions, only subjects, so she only knows the order, and does not know other forms of communication. If any life does not feel her will, and does not show submission in time She will be judged to be obliterated by her. “
Tong Yan asked, “So the first thing she did when she woke up was to kill him? Then why were the old nuns in Tongtang all right?
Jing Jiu thought for a while and said, “Maybe she’s tired of listening to the piano in the past two days?”
Tong Yan was silent for a while and said, “We must find a solution.”
If so, where would Xue Ji go, she would die. They could not hide her whereabouts, and how innocent were those who died?
Jing Jiu said, “Yes, she needs to learn other ways to get along with life.”
Tong Yan said: “First of all, you need to be able to communicate with her. You can understand her, and it is the best candidate.”
Jing Jiu said: “I have not been ordered, so I cannot form a real and effective communication with her.”
Tong Yan said, “So?”
Jing Jiu said, “You go.”
After saying this, he returned to the edge of Xuehu to continue sharpening his sword, as if nothing had happened.
Tong Yan was silent for a long time, and lifted heavy footsteps into the Zen room.
Xueji’s chill no longer overflowed, and Ohara Castle no longer had snow, and the halls around it became much warmer and wetter, but the zen room was still very cold, and the walls and eaves were thick with frost.
The round window was hung with more than ten transparent ice hangings, which divided the landscape of the snow lake and winter trees into many thin strips, which had a different strange beauty.
Xueji was still wrapped in a quilt, only her face was exposed.
Her face was white and she had no nose or mouth. The strange thing was that it was not ugly. Instead, she had a different weird beauty.
Tong Yan thought it was the highest order life in Chaotian continent.
The extreme is extraordinary, which is a common view in the practice world.
Whether extremely beautiful or ugly, extremely positive or extremely strange, it means extraordinary. The opposite is also true, but any truly powerful life must have an extremely outstanding or impressive appearance.
When Tong Yan thought of Jing Jiu’s face, he suddenly felt a little boring.
Feeling boring in life is naturally more fearless.
Tong Yan calmed down and said to Xue Ji, “Your Highness, I am a disciple from Zhongzhou, Tong Yan.”
Xueji didn’t respond, and didn’t make any noise.
Tong Yan believed that she could understand human language, and continued: “We may need to stay here for a while, waiting for the teachers to make a decision.”
Xueji looked at him quietly.
Tong Yan felt unprecedented pressure and said pale: “In order to fight against the one in the snow country, the human race should choose to help you. This is my calculation.
That pressure disappeared.
Tong Yan stabilized his mind and continued, “You are a high-level life of supreme wisdom. Many humans may not understand your intentions. In order to avoid misunderstandings and troubles, you may need to condescend to learn how humans communicate.”
Having said this, he took out a piece of bronze, a piece of porcelain and a few books.
Bronze wares have inscriptions, porcelain wares have pictures, and those few books have the simplest Scriptures and poetry collections.
This is what he bought in Ohara City today. Before Jing Jiu said, he had already figured out what he might need to do next.
Being a teacher of Princess Snow Country … This is something destined to write in the history of the practice world, but much more important than Gu Qing’s so-called emperor status.
Thinking about these things, Tong Yan pointed the side with the most inscriptions on the bronze at Xueji.
He intends to start with the inscriptions, and has been talking about the ancient movement for hundreds of years. He believes that with her talent, she should be able to fully master the way of communication with humans in a short time, and be elegant and perfect.
Xueji suddenly stood up.
She was very short, and the quilt hill in the zen room had not collapsed, but only had a bulge.
Tong Yan was a bit wary.
Xueji suddenly ran out of the window ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ Her quilt was so large that she dragged it to the ground, covering her feet completely, and she looked like she drifted away.
Tong Yan was shocked, thinking what happened?
Lakeside.
Jing Jiu was going to dip some water to continue sharpening his sword, but found that his right hand was touching a hard object, and he looked up and found that the lake was frozen again.
The breeze came with snowflakes.
Xueji came to the field and stared at his eyes.
Qing’er was very afraid, and quickly slipped off his shoulder and hid behind him.
Before each sword sharpening, Jing Jiu will use the Chengtian sword method to arrange the array first, to isolate the outside world’s sight and disturb.
It now appears that his Chengtian swordsmanship means nothing to Xue Ji.
Jing Jiu felt again that he should practice Chengtian sword technique better.
Then he thought of a possibility, his eyes changed slightly.
Previously, he gave Xue Ji a copy of Chengtian Jianjue. Could it be so short … she just learned it?
“Oh ~”
Xueji was covered with a quilt, and she was inside the quilt from the top to the feet, showing only her small white face and black gemstone eyes, looking like a playful cute girl.
Her voice is also cute.
Jing Jiujing looked at her quietly, thinking that this was really the most terrible thing that Xiu Xianxian had ever encountered.
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(I decided this picture when I thought about it. Please think of Xue Ji as ET. I said before that I like Xue Ji very much. Many readers are discussing whether I will follow the routine and collect her as God’s Peak. Apprentice … don’t even think about it ~ hahahaha)
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