The Path Toward Heaven

Chapter 219

Gu Qing was stunned and couldn't help laughing.

The young man surnamed yuan raised his sleeve and wiped his eyes.

The rest of the green mountain disciples laughed and shouted, "greetings to martial uncle!"

The disciples of other sects also laughed.

Ha ha ha ha!

Happy laughter echoed in the snow, and the cold fog on the other side of the cliff seemed to have retreated.

The disciples of Zhongzhou sect are also very happy, but why didn't they see the elder martial sister?

Xiangwanshu hurried to the cave. When he passed Jing Jiu, he bowed with his fist.

Gu Qing went into the cave, knelt down and kowtowed to Jing Jiu.

Well nine said, "get up."

Gu Qing got up and looked at his face. He found that he was thinner than before.

If you are an ordinary practitioner, even if you are not frozen to death by the cold, you will have problems because you have been isolated from the world for six years.

Cultivating Taoism and creating valleys cannot solve all problems.

But Gu Qing knew that his master never needed these.

His eyes fell on Jing Jiu's clothes and was surprised again.

This white dress from the top of Shenmo peak can resist the invasion of water and fire. Ordinary flying swords are difficult to cut. At this time, it has been seriously damaged, and there are gaps everywhere on the edge!

Is the cold fog so terrible? How did he survive these six years?

Gu Qing couldn't care so much anymore. Knowing that it was an offence, he released his sword knowledge and fell on Jing Jiu. He was even more shocked.

Jing Jiu's sword yuan has almost dried up and his body is extremely weak!

Gu Qing hurried forward and held his hand.

He wanted to ask, since you heard our voice, why don't you have to bear such a noisy and deafening sound without cutting the stone wall with frost sword, just because you think the picture of lying on the bamboo chair is very good?

Now he knew that well nine was really unable to move.

"Herbal pill!" Gu Qing whispered.

The young man surnamed yuan had already entered the cave. Listening to this, he quickly took out the pill.

Jing Jiu took the pill and was moved to explain that he had no big deal.

Suddenly a cry of surprise came from the cave.

Gu Qing and the young man surnamed yuan turned around and looked at it. They were also surprised by the picture.

There is a layer of translucent leather near the stone wall in the cave, which covers a huge area. From the grain point of view, it looks like a dried snow insect body.

It's so big after it's dried up. When it's alive, how terrible should this snow bug be.

But it was not the snow bug that caused the state sect disciples to cry out, but something in the corner of the cliff cave.

It is a cocoon like thing, which is made of countless extremely thin silk threads. Those silk threads are like gold and jade. Even if you look at them with divine consciousness, you can't see what material they are.

Through those fine silk threads, I vaguely saw a figure in the cocoon. He was sitting cross legged, as if he was adjusting his breath and exercising his power.

Who else can it be?

Of course, that figure is Bai Zao, whom Zhongzhou sect disciples are looking for.

At this time, Bai Zao's situation was obviously different, as if he was practicing a special skill. Of course, Xiang Wanshu and other Zhongzhou sect disciples did not dare to act rashly, let alone use magic weapons. Previously, he asked a disciple to try with a broken gold shuttle to see if he could cut a silk thread.

Unexpectedly, the golden silk thread was not broken, but there was a crack on the surface of the broken golden shuttle. The startling voice came out at this time.

Zhongzhou sect disciples looked at Jing Jiu.

He's the only one who knows what's going on.

Well nine said, "it's all right. You can come out in two days."

Hearing this, Xiang Wanshu and others were relieved, but they were still a little uneasy. They quickly summoned them back outside Baicheng. At the same time, they began to arrange arrays outside the cave to strengthen defense.

The disciples of Zhongzhou sect explained the current situation to the young practitioners of other sects, repeatedly thanked them and asked for understanding. Of course, the specific situation was not mentioned.

Those young practitioners naturally understood that they had nothing to do, and took the initiative to patrol on the periphery.

Tonglu is still standing in the distance, looking at the busy cliff cave in the deep of the tunnel, his mood is becoming more and more complex.

In the cliff cave, Gu Qing suddenly found that the iron sword was still burning and hurriedly reminded Jing Jiu.

The fire on the iron sword went out when the well nine moved.

He looked at the iron sword and felt uncomfortable.

After burning for six years, he was used to the way the iron sword looked like a torch, and even felt that the iron sword should be like that.

Then he remembered that the iron sword itself had no fire.

When the wind came in outside the cave, he remembered that not all the winds were so cold.

Thinking of these things, he fell asleep.

Gu Qing and the young man surnamed yuan kept close to him.

I don't know whether it is the effect of the herbal pill or the cold fog away. Jing Jiu's face is gradually ruddy.

At the darkest of the night, he woke up and found that the surrounding area was no longer as quiet and silent as in the past six years, and there were a lot of whispers.