The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 33: An old well in the wind and snow

　　The disciples by the Xijian Creek did not dare to talk about the big incident that happened that day, they would still have exchanges in private, and soon news spread, and they knew that the horrible flying sword that day was actually the Chaolai Sword. , The crazy strong man is naturally Lei Poyun, the master of Bihu Peak.

　　 It is said that the peak master of Bihu was assassinated in Chaoge City by the Underworld Demon and the Boldlin Assassin. He was seriously injured and he was healing somewhere. Who would have thought that he would appear in Zhufengshi in such a crazy state. In front of the disciple's eyes, it was like a delusion, what happened in the end?

　　 No one gave an answer, the incident gradually subsided, and the cliffs cut off by the sword of Lei Poyun were also restored by the former formation master of Xilaifeng. Looking at it with the naked eye, there is no trace. After one night, it seems that This thing has never happened.

　　 But the sad and crazy words still echoed among the peaks.

　　 "Even if there is no one, then two!"

　　 "There is no one or two?"

What does 　　 mean without a head and no tail? No one can make it clear.

　　 Reminiscent of the bizarre death of the uncle at Bihu Peak a few days ago, the whole thing became more and more weird.

　　 Jing Jiu knows the meaning of this sentence, and he also knows why Lei Poyun missed it before he died.

　　 Standing by the cliff with his hands under his hands, he looked at the deep night sky, feeling like an old well here, with a very faint sense of boredom between his brows.

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　　Climbed to the top of De Peak, chilling to the bones, in the meantime, no matter what state you are in, you must maintain absolute sobriety.

　　 Yuan rode a whale to the depths of the cave and looked down at the bottom of the well, without speaking for a long time.

　　 Shuangxue whitened the wall of the cave, and his hair became whiter, but that had nothing to do with the severe cold.

　　 Last night, in order to suppress Lei Poyun, he used the kendo he learned from the outside world when he was young. The effect is remarkable, but the consumption of sword yuan is also extremely dramatic, and it takes at least a hundred days to recover.

　　 More than thirty Shang Defeng disciples and deacons knelt behind him, waiting for his hair to fall.

　　 As the second person in the Green Mountain Sect, he has the right to decide the future of many people, even life and death, but he did not do so, raising his hand to signal everyone to disperse.

　　 Being able to release Lei Poyun from the depths of the heavily guarded sword prison is naturally not an ordinary person, and these disciples and deacons have nothing to do.

　　The question is why did the other party release Lei Poyun?

　　 Yuan rides a whale and looks in the direction of Tianguang Peak outside the cave, wondering whether this is killing someone with a knife, or is it another test of himself?

　　 "What happened that day... I still have to check it, I can't break it."

　　 he said slowly in a somewhat hoarse voice.

　　 The deacon and his disciples have already withdrawn from the cave, and only his most trusted brother Chi Yan is still here.

　　 Chi Yan said: "There is news from Liangwangfeng...but it's hard to be sure, and I don't believe it very much."

　　"Since there is news, of course we should check it further, but..."

　　 Yuan Qijing paused, and said: "The day of Cheng Jian Da Bi is coming soon, don't make things too big."

　　 Listening to the Chengjian Grand Competition, Chi Yan remembered something and said, "That Jing Jiu...really don't need to look again?"

　　 No matter who it is, as long as Zhao Layue takes a different look, he is eligible for more attention.

　　 Seeing that the brother did not speak, Chi Yan smiled bitterly and said: "There are fewer and fewer disciples willing to come to our Shang Defeng in these years."

　　Chengjian Conference is the occasion where Qingshan Jiufeng selects Chengjian disciples.

　　 But for those outstanding and potential disciples, why not choose Jianfeng?

　　 For countless years, Tianguang Peak, where the leader is, is of course the place where most disciples want to go.

　　 Shang Defeng has extremely heavy authority and first-rate swordsmanship. Yuan Qijing is the senior of the master, but in recent years, fewer and fewer disciples have signed up for swordsmanship.

　　 Liang Wangfeng can choose talents from the disciples of all peaks, and rarely chooses the subjects of the sword in advance. Shiyuefeng prefers academic research, and Xilaifeng manages Qingshan affairs. Relatively few disciples have signed up, but now they are willing to carry the sword. The number of disciples on Shangdefeng is not as good as Bihu Peak and Yunxing Peak, let alone Qingrong Peak. Why? Is it because the atmosphere of Shangdefeng is too heavy, because the sword prison is too gloomy, or because all the young disciples are extremely afraid of them?

　　 "Is that slacker?"

　　 Yuan Qijing snorted coldly, and said, "How can those little guys on Liangwang Peak let him go?"

　　 Chi Yan didn't understand what the brother said to let go.

　　 Yuan Qijing said: "Don't think about other things, first see if it is possible to take Bihu Peak over."

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　　 Time moved slowly and firmly, and it didn't take long before it came to early winter.

　　 It is said that in response to Qingrongfeng’s request, the headmaster agreed that the Qingshan Array opened an opening, and the cold wind and snowflakes from the outside poured into Jiufeng in this way.

　　 Looking at the snowflakes flying all over the sky, Jing Jiu felt once again that he had forgotten something.

　　 He started deducing, but he didn't get anything, and it felt more and more weird.

　　After returning to Qingshan from the small mountain village, he has many feelings that he has never had before, such as boredom, such as interesting, such as forgetting...

　　 He can't forget, so the generation of this feeling can only show that he has subconsciously avoided something.

　　 Why? Because he is used to such a lazy life now?

　　 On the day the first snow fell, Zhao Layue came again.

　　 She meditated in the cave for dozens of days, perfectly digesting the gains from Jianfeng, and the most subtle damage has been repaired as before.

　　 Baixue fell on the cliff, on the courtyard wall, and on her body.

　　 In the white world, her thick black eyebrows are very vivid, just like her eyes.

　　 Watching that sword light fall in front of Jing Jiu's cave, a lament sounded from the opposite bank of Xijian Creek.

　　 "Sister sister is here again!"

　　 "Why is she here again?"

　　 "The seventh time! The seventh time!"

　　The disciples beat their chests, or hold their hearts in their hands, disappointed and saddened by the choice of idols.

　　 "I was born in the twelfth lunar month, so I am called by this name."

　　 Zhao Layue glanced at her bracelet and said, "In a heavy snowfall."

　　 Jing Jiu thought this is for small talk? He chatted with Liu Shisui, and chatted with Zhao Layue several times. Although he is still not used to why people spend their free time for chatting, at least he accepts the existence of this matter and knows the need for chatting. The beginning of a topic.

　　He is not good at finding conversation topics. As for Zhao Layue, he only knows one thing.

　　"Which peak will you choose when you are in the sword competition?"

　　The Nine Summit chose the disciple whom he fancyed at the Sword Conference~IndoMTL.com~ But if that disciple is too popular, then the situation will be reversed.

　　 A genius girl like Zhao Layue naturally has enough room for choice.

　　 At the Sword Inheritance Conference, which mountain she will choose is something that the Qingshan Sect and the whole world of practice are very curious about.

　　 But for various reasons, no one would ever ask this question in front of her.

　　 Until Jing Jiu felt like he was about to start a small chat.

　　 Zhao Layue did not answer this question, looking at the peaks in the wind and snow, she was silent.

　　 In the eyes of the same school and the teacher, she is a little arrogant, reticent and indifferent, but in Jing Jiu's eyes, she is like a stubborn little girl, a little bit pitiful.

　　 Jing Jiu raised his hand to rub her short hair, but then put it down and said, "Don't think too much."

　　 Zhao Layue retracted her gaze, looked at him and said, "I'm going to Jianfeng to make the final preparations."

　　The so-called preparation is naturally a swordsmanship meeting.

　　 She came here to say this to him in the wind and snow, just to say goodbye.

　　Farewell is often a very sad thing, but it does not apply to Jing Jiu.

　　 "See you then."

　　 he said.

　　The road is long and long, and there are many people who have met, and there are also reunions. The most common thing is to say goodbye, and then never see.

　　 He has seen too many joys and sorrows, life and death, so he can behave indifferently now.

　　 In front of time, what else can be done except indifferent?

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　　 Zhao Layue left the bank of Xijian Creek and headed towards Jianfeng.

　　 She didn't control the sword, not because the small cyan sword was badly damaged, but because of other considerations.

　　 At the end of Xijian Creek, she was stopped by Gu Han.