Killing God Chapter 70: Miao Ling Tian Ji

The cultivator was not afraid of the ordinary winter cold, but Ling Ziling put on a big cloak. Thinking about it, she just wanted to echo the outside weather. She used the method of flying swords to control the snowball. How did Ren Xiaochen dodge, and finally Couldn't escape.

When Xiao Chen was pulling the collar to shake off the snow, he said, "You can still use spells in snowball fights. If you want to be so shameless, you can only use your hands."

"You don't have the ability to use spells, right?" Ling Ziling said disdainfully.

Afterwards, Xiaochen and Ling Ziling fought a snowball fight in the snow like little companions in the mortal world. The only difference was that Xiaochen could only hold the snow with his hands and threw it into a snowball, while Ling Ziling had a snowball fight. On the other side, every time he waved his sleeves, he would bring a large snowflake to cover Xiaochen completely. At first, Xiao Hei stayed where he was, but after a while, he also ran into the snow. Fortunately, Xiaochen took away a lot of snowmen and stepped on it many times. Otherwise, Xiaohei would be submerged in snow as soon as he left the cloak. In just half an hour, Xiaochen didn't know how much he was buried. Second-rate.

"Rabbit, why did you go to Mount Xuanqing to practice?" Ling Ziling sat on the cloak she had just removed, hugging her knees, while Xiao Hei was lying on her shoulders, and white air came out of the air as she spoke.

"Because of a dream." Xiao Chen lay on the side, panting.

"What about your relatives?" Ling Ziling then asked.

Then only heard Xiaochen's breathing, but he didn't talk to him. Ling Ziling turned his head to look at Xiaochen, with his eyes closed and a smile on the corner of his mouth, he said slowly: "In the sea of ​​green bamboo, in the Tibetan Jingge, in front of me."

Ling Ziling was stunned for a moment, then opened her mouth, a little surprised. She had heard Xiaochen say before that he had a master in the sea of ​​​​green bamboo, and the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion was the place where he lived for many years before he came to Yunyou Peak. There was Ni Cangtian, who had mentioned to him where Cang Jinyun and the old hooligan were, but in front of him, there was only himself.

"Rabbit, you..." Ling Ziling didn't know what to say for a while.

"One day, I will leave here, to experience my life alone, to seek my way, you know my secret, I am the one chosen by Qingmingzhu, and bear the curse of God, It's not surprising when I die, but I can't be cruel and draw a line from everything now. I'm still a free and easy person. You are the people who have been by my side for the longest time. I can give you a promise. , it will never hurt." Xiao Chen said to himself, sighed, got up and walked to the hut.

Ling Ziling also came to Xiaochen's hut. The whole room was simply decorated and neatly tidied up. Xiaochen came in and sat on the bed, wondering what she was thinking. "Master has already left the customs today, and we haven't seen her since we came back. I came here today to invite you to see Master together."

Ling Ziling understood the purpose of her visit today. Xiaochen jumped off the bed and said, "Let's go then." Xiaochen smiled brightly again, as if this was the most suitable posture for him.

Ling Ziling walked out of the hut, Xiao Chen followed behind, and after a while, the two came outside the Yunyoufeng Hall. When Xiao Chen was outside, he saw that there were already quite a few senior sisters standing in the hall. Thinking that Ling Ziling said just now that the real person Xuanyou was out of the customs, all the disciples must come to the hall, and then he touched his bald head and secretly said: This time the image It's all ruined, **** black flames, don't let the young master cultivate higher than you in the future, or you will burn your whole body sooner or later.

When Xiaochen was wandering, Ling Ziling had already walked into the hall, Xiaochen came back to his senses, and immediately followed with a trot. After entering the hall, Xiaochen did not see the figure of the real person Xuanyou in the main seat It's true that they haven't come yet, but some of these senior sisters have already laughed out loud after seeing their appearance.

Xiaochen looked left and right, then stood still and said, "Look, Xiaoye has become handsome again, aren't you jealous?"

"Yo, what did the little junior brother say, senior sister, can I still be jealous of your bald head?" It was the third senior sister Xiaochen who spoke. This girl has a good relationship with Xiaochen on weekdays, but she is a little naughty and always likes to make fun of Xiaochen. Chen.

Xiaochen was speechless, shrugged his head and walked to the front of the hall to stand beside Ling Ziling. At this moment, the entire hall was quiet, waiting for the appearance of Zhenren Xuanyou.

Under such an atmosphere, Xiao Chen only felt uncomfortable, but couldn't leave. He could only wait for time to pass in all kinds of torture. I don't know how long it took, Xiaochen almost fell asleep standing up, and at this time he only heard Ling Ziling and the sisters say in unison, "Welcome Master to leave the customs."

Xiaochen was startled when she heard that, she immediately raised her head and widened her sleepy eyes, only to see Zhenren Xuanyou appear in front of the main seat of the hall as the mist disappeared. Wearing a robe of a mix of blue and white, with a solemn expression and a solemn expression, he looks like he is in his thirties. This person is the master of Yunyou Peak, the real person Xuanyou.

After Xiaochen and Ling Ziling left, she began to retreat. The purpose of this retreat was to impact the realm of the late Tianji. At this moment, she seemed to be in a good mood. It is not difficult to think that she should have successfully broken through. boundary.

In this Xuanqing Mountain, the seniority is divided according to the cultivation base. The four generations of disciples below the womb form, and they are scattered in various peaks. Once they break through the womb formation, they can be promoted to three generations of disciples, and they can choose a mountain to practice. , and can even accommodate disciples.

As for the second-generation disciples, there are only nine of them in the entire Xuanqing Daomen. They are the masters of the Nine Gods Peak, the Xuanqing Nine Daoist, and the nine people headed by Qingcang Daoist, all of them have crossed the Dao. Tian Mo's famous monk is also the real mainstay of Xuanqing Mountain.

After reaching such a state, they easily do not appear in front of people. Nine people take turns, and every ten years, they will open Shenfeng to preach. It is a rare event in Xuanqing Mountain. Law, let yourself break through the avenue, there is a glimmer of hope to follow.

But looking at the entire Qingming Cultivation Realm, there are very few monks above the Great Dao, and the strength of a sect is not entirely determined by the number of Dao practitioners, and the monks who are close to the Dao.

Above the fetus, there is the primordial spirit, after the primordial spirit is the heavenly secret, and after the heavenly secret is the avenue. , you can enter the road.

That's why, in Xuanqing Mountain, even if they are three generations of disciples, the differences are far from the sky, and the master of Yunyou Peak, the real person Xuanyou, has already entered the late stage of heaven and is only one step away from the avenue. It's not a great way, but looking at the entire cultivation world, it can be regarded as a number of masters.

"Today I am fortunate enough to step into the last step of Mysterious Leaders. According to the practice of looking for my Xuanqing Mountain, I will open the altar and give a sermon. Let's start now." Master Xuanyou stood on the stage and said slowly. None of the people present were shocked by Xiaochen. Although it has been a while since he came to Yunyou Peak, Xiaochen only now knows that the real person Xuanyou in front of him is actually a senior monk of the Tianji period, or a later period. Heaven period.

Although Xiao Chen has never experienced the power of this representation, whether it is from the classics or some things that the sick old man mentioned to him, he can see the power of being a cultivator of heavenly secrets from the side. Destroyed, as long as the remaining primordial spirit is immortal, it can be reincarnated, or it can be rebuilt, and it will only take a very short time to restore the former cultivation base.

It can be said that as long as the cultivators do not meet the Daoist cultivators, they are almost indestructible under this sky, and the rarity of the Daoist cultivators naturally does not need to be said much. can be encountered.

Xiaochen didn't hear what Master Xuanyou said next, and his mind was still immersed in shock and memories, until later Master Xuanyou said: "Haotian, no matter what the outcome of this trip, come back Afterwards, only by concentrating on cultivation, experiencing the suffering that ordinary people cannot, and suffering the loneliness that ordinary people cannot bear, can we build a firm mind of the Dao. I preach this time, with your cultivation level, you do not need to Listen, you can leave on your own after a while, and come see me later, I have something else to say."

On hearing this, Xiao Chen's thoughts returned to reality. He bowed his hands, said his disciples' farewell, and walked straight out of the hall, returning to the world of the university. He naturally wouldn't think that Master Xuanyou didn't want him to listen to the Dao Fa. He also knew that the journey of cultivation was one step at a time, and if he cultivated one step at a time, there would definitely be no good results, and naturally he would not put today's events together. Take it to heart.

After leaving the hall, Xiaochen returned to the edge of the cliff and looked at the snowmen in the wind. Xiaochen smiled and read the snowmen one by one before practicing the Fire Que Technique and Wanjian Technique.

The current Xiaochen is only a small qi-cultivating cultivator, but he has his own reasons for being persistent. Perhaps because as the person selected by Qingmingzhu, he is destined to have great achievements in the future, but at the same time He also carries the curse of God, as he himself said, maybe he will die sometime.

In front of the round table mirror, the lifeless person is also talking about him. He has no life. Now to decide, as a monk, he has a heart that is different from this world of practitioners, whether it is a mediocre life, or a shocking world, no one can tell.

Perhaps, that's why, even the ancient wonders, the round table mirror, can't tell his future. In the repeated practice, Xiao Chen was finally able to skillfully use Wanjian Art and Huo Que Art, and the basic sword art that he had been practicing, he was also able to use the last level of the ordinary sword skillfully, and he was able to use the Tianjian. And now, the time is getting closer and closer to the Great Competition of the Centennial Disciples of Xuanqing Mountain.

It's a clear spring sky again. Looking down from the sky, you can see that there is a wonderful place where peach blossoms grow on the halfway of Yunyou Peak. There is a big water pool. The entire water pool is crossed by a small stream that flows down from the top of the mountain, constantly renewing the water in the pool, and then flowing down the mountain.

This stream is called Taohua Stream, and this water pool has a great relationship with Xiaochen. Except for winter, one of Xiaochen's daily compulsory lessons at Yunyou Peak is to carry a house-sized water tank Come here to fill a large tank of water, and then walk dozens of miles of mountain road back to the place of cultivation.

At this moment, Xiaochen is lying under the peach tree, enjoying the tranquility before the sunrise in the spring. A water tank much bigger than Xiaochen is placed beside him. Is there any water in the water tank? Xiaochen also arrived here not long ago, and according to Xiaochen's character, the order of enjoying first or drawing water first does not affect the outcome, he will not choose, he will do whatever he wants.

Xiaochen held a piece of grass in his mouth, a smile hung on the corner of his mouth, his head rested on his arms, and he tapped a leg, not knowing what he was thinking.