The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 20: Stories in 6 years
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Gu Qing was startled, then couldn’t help laughing. ┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛
The young man surnamed Yuan raised his sleeve and wiped his eyes.
The rest of the Qingshan disciples smiled and shouted: “Give me peace to Uncle Master!”
The disciples of the other sect also laughed.
Hahahaha!
The joyful laughter echoed in the snowy field, and the cold mist on the cliff seemed to recede a little.
The disciples of the Zhongzhou School are also very happy, but why didn’t they see the senior sister?
Xiang Wanshu rushed towards the cave, and when he passed by Jing Jiu, he clasped his fists.
Gu Qing walked into the cave, knelt down at Jing Jiu and kowtowed.
Jing Jiu said: “Get up.”
Gu Qing got up and looked at his face, and was surprised to find that he was thinner than before.
If you are an ordinary practitioner, even if you do not freeze to death in the extreme cold, you will have problems because of being isolated from the world for six years.
Furthering to practice bigu does not solve all problems.
But Gu Qing knew that his master never needed these.
His eyes fell on Jing Jiu’s clothes, and he was taken aback.
This white garment from the top of Shenmo Peak can resist water and fire. Ordinary flying swords are very difficult to cut. At this time, it has been severely damaged, and there are gaps everywhere!
Is the cold fog so terrible, how did he survive the past six years?
Gu Qing couldn’t take care of that much anymore. Knowing that it was an offense, he released his sword knowledge on Jing Jiu, and he was even more shocked.
Jing Jiu’s Jian Yuan is almost exhausted, and his body is extremely weak!
Gu Qing hurried forward and held his hand.
He originally wanted to ask, since you heard our voices, why don’t you use the Firth sword to cut through the stone wall, and you have to endure such noisy sounds, because you think the scene of lying on the bamboo chair is very beautiful?
Now he knows that Jing Jiu is really unable to move.
“Baicao Pill!” Gu Qing whispered.
The young man surnamed Yuan has entered the cave long ago. Hearing this, he quickly took out the pill.
Jing Jiu took the pill and saw the two of them look anxious, a little moved, and prepared to explain a few words that he had nothing to do.
Suddenly an exclamation came from the cave.
Gu Qing and the teenager surnamed Yuan turned around and looked at them, and were surprised by what they saw.
In the cave next to the stone wall, there is a layer of translucent leather with a huge area. Judging from the texture, it looks like a dry snow worm carcass.
When it dries up, it is so big, how terrifying this snow worm should be when it is alive.
But it was not this snow worm that caused the state school disciples to exclaim, but something in the corner of the cliff cave.
It was a cocoon-like thing, made of countless very thin silk threads. Those silk threads were like gold and jade. Even if you look at it with your spiritual sense, you can’t see the material.
Through those fine silk threads, I can vaguely see a figure in the cocoon, sitting cross-legged, seeming to be adjusting breath and movement.
Who else can it be?
Of course, that figure is Bai Zao who the Zhongzhou sent disciples are looking for.
At this time, Bai Zao’s situation was obviously different, as if he was practicing a certain special technique. Of course, the disciples sent to Zhongzhou such as Xiang Wanshu did not dare to act rashly, let alone use the magic weapon. Previously, a disciple was asked to use the broken golden shuttle. I tried it, can I cut a thread.
Unexpectedly, the silk thread that looked like gold and jade was not broken, but a crack appeared on the surface of the broken gold shuttle. The sound of exclamation came out at this time.
The Zhongzhou sent disciples looked at Jing Jiu.
He is the only one who knows what’s going on.
Jing Jiu said: “It’s okay, you can come out in two days.”
Hearing this, Xiang Wanshu and the others were relieved, but still a little uneasy, and quickly sent a message back to the outside of Baicheng, and at the same time began to arrange the formation outside the cave to strengthen the defense.
The Zhongzhou school disciples explained the current situation to the young practitioners of other sects, and repeatedly expressed gratitude and asked for understanding. Of course, the specific situation was not mentioned.
Those young practitioners naturally understand that they are fine, and they take the initiative to take on the task of patrolling more periphery.
Tonglu is still standing in the distance, looking at the busy cliff cave deep in the tunnel, his emotions are getting more and more complicated.
In the cliff cave, Gu Qing suddenly noticed that the iron sword was still burning, and quickly reminded Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu moved the mind, and the flame on the iron sword went out.
He looked at Iron Sword, a little uncomfortable.
After burning for six years, he has become accustomed to iron swords that look like torches, and he even feels that iron swords should be like that.
Only then did he remember that the iron sword itself has no flames.
There was wind coming in from outside the cliff cave, and he remembered that not all winds are so cold.
Thinking about these things, he fell asleep.
Gu Qing and the young man surnamed Yuan have been by his side, keeping every step of the way.
I don’t know if it is the effect of the Baicao Pill or the cold mist is far away, Jing Jiu’s face is gradually reddened.
When the night was at its deepest, he woke up and found that the surrounding area was no longer as quiet and dead as it had been in the past six years, and there were many more whispers.
He looked at himself, confirmed that there was nothing wrong, got up from the bamboo chair, and walked out of the cave.
Gu Qing and the youth surnamed Yuan were also extremely exhausted, leaning on the bamboo chair and taking a nap. Hearing the movement, they immediately woke up and quickly got up.
“You are here, don’t stay away, I’ll go out and get away with myself.”
Jing Jiu said.
Where is Gu Qing willing, holding his arm, glanced at the Zhongzhou school disciple in the hole, and said in a low voice: “Master, your sword essence is almost gone.”
Jing Jiu said, “It’s always been like this, no problem.”
He is telling the truth.
The cold mist has slowed the movement of everything between heaven and earth a lot, and even the aura of heaven and earth seems to be condensed into an entity, which is difficult to be absorbed by perception.
He knew very well that when the cold mist was at its thickest, the speed of absorbing the aura of heaven and earth in the cliff cave was probably less than 3% of what it used to be.
He needs to use sword fire to maintain the temperature in the cliff cave. The true energy consumption is already extremely large. This speed cannot maintain the true energy recovery at any time, so he can only use as much as he can recover. In other words, in the past six years, his true essence has never been full, and it can even be said that he has always worked hard at the minimum.
His body will become weak, which is also related to the cold mist, because everything will slow down, but it really doesn’t matter, it only takes a while to get better.
Gu Qing was still worried, and refused to let him walk alone in the night.
Jing Jiu had to let him follow him.
Gu Qing motioned with his eyes to the young man surnamed Yuan to guard the cave, and helped Jing Jiu walk out of the cave.
Several Zhongzhou school disciples were presiding over the formation outside the cave, watching Jing Jiu’s figure, and quickly got up to salute.
Gu Qing helped Jing Jiu out of the ramp and came to the snowy field.
Those young practitioners who participated in the Taoist war, looking at their figures, also got up one after another.
This is a tribute to Jing Jiu.
Regardless of the story that Luo Huainan told, just saying that he can survive in such a terrifying cold fog for six years is worthy of everyone’s respect.
What shocked these young practitioners even more was that Jing Jiu was so calm after being rescued that he seemed to be indifferent to all misery. Who doesn’t admire such aspirations?
What they didn’t know was that Jing Jiu was really used to this kind of isolation from the world, but the excitement tonight made him a little uncomfortable.
When I came to a certain place in the snowy field, there were no idlers nearby, the clouds spread out strangely, and there was starlight on the ground, and the ground was white and dazzling.
Jing Jiu glanced at Gu Qing.
Gu Qing knows that the teachers of each denomination will arrive soon, so he must finish the matter quickly to avoid misjudgment caused by the master’s ignorance of what happened in the past six years.
First, he retelled the story that Luo Huainan once told in the shortest and most accurate language~IndoMTL.com~Jing Jiu said: “Fake.”
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