The sword is the devil

Chapter 928 The New Quanzhen
Dushan is located in the west of Shan State. It is said to be Du, but it is actually a continuous group of snow-capped mountains. The so-called Dushan only refers to the harsh environment of this place. There are no other things except mountains and snow.

Because it is perennial frozen soil, there is no vegetation under the snow, and even animals are unwilling to visit this place, so it is called Dushan.

But there are still traces of human activities, such as a few lonely small villages and a few lonely mountain people at the foot of the mountain.Most of them were active at the foot of the mountain, but none of them dared to climb up the snow-capped mountain. It was an act of courting death.

Xiaoman was standing on the gravel beach, staring at the high snow-capped mountains in a daze. Recently, there have been a lot of immortals here, many, many, flying around, and making frightening whistling noises.

But she is not afraid at all, because these gods are kind-hearted gods, and almost everyone who sees her will give her a gift, or a piece of naan, or a piece of meat, or a robe, or a pair of shoes .

She is not standing here for these gifts, she is standing here just to give a can of clear water to the passing fairies. According to the legend of the snow mountain, only by drinking the clear water from the foot of the mountain can one go to the snow mountain to avoid being poisoned by those mountains. The snow monster was captured and taken away.

She had never seen a snow monster before, but she just vaguely felt that if it was these immortals, it would not be certain who would catch who.

But she still sticks to the tradition here, with seven and eight-year-olds holding half-person-high jugs, which she carries on her back from far away.

A few days passed, and the number of immortals gradually decreased, as if they were all hidden in the depths of the snow-capped mountains. She was a little disappointed, because she didn't care about presents, and she cared more about talking to immortals than patting their heads, and then left in a hurry , no fairy came to ask her: Do you want to fly?

She thought about it, but she didn't dare to say it, because she was afraid that if she said it, she wouldn't even be able to touch her head.

It was getting dark, and it was time for her to go back. Although there were no ferocious beasts here, the extreme temperature difference between day and night and the strong mountain wind would freeze an adult who was not familiar with the terrain to death here.

Just when she turned around, a young big brother appeared in front of her, looking at her gently and smiling, she was not afraid, because he was wearing the same robe as those immortals, but it was a little crumpled, as if there were some unknown things on it. The origin of the big footprints.

"Drink water!" She scooped out a spoonful of water with a spoon, "Drinking it will bring good luck into the snow-capped mountains."

The young man squatted down, took the water spoon and drank it in one gulp, praising: "It's so sweet! I feel like I have good luck now."

Xiaoman blinked, a little confused, "So fast? What is it?"

The young man touched her head, "Well, it's good luck, such as meeting you?"

Xiaoman plucked up her courage, she knew that there were not many such opportunities, a fairy who was willing to talk to her, if she missed this time, there might not be a next time.

"My mother said that if I bring good luck to others, I will also get a little bit."

The young man smiled, this little wit said, "What kind of luck do you want to have? Tell me about it?"

Xiaoman said softly: "In the past few days, Xiaoman has seen many immortals flying in the sky, so I thought, if one day Xiaoman can fly too, it doesn't need to be high, as long as he can fly over the mountain... ..."

The voice became lower and lower, she was afraid that her request was a bit too much, the immortals are very busy, how could they have time to take a child from the country to fly?

The young man followed her gaze and saw that the hill was indeed not high, not exceeding thirty feet, but even in the face of such a cute little face flushed red from the cold, he still shook his head firmly,
"No, I can't take you flying! If you want to fly, you have to do it yourself!"

Xiaoman bit her lip desperately, not to let herself cry, and pretended to be very happy. The premature life pressure had already made her understand what can be persisted and what can't.

The young man held her face in his hands, and she could feel the temperature from his big hands, as if reaching every part of her body, she felt warm all over her body,

"But it's true that you are lucky. Next year, on this day next year, there will be a fairy coming to recruit apprentices, um, to teach you how to fly. If you learn it, you don't need to ask others!"

Xiaoman was overwhelmed by a huge surprise. Flying was only a small part of her wish. Of course, she hoped to be like those immortals, not just flying. However, the sadness immediately returned to her face, but the young man's words The words relieved her worries,

"Don't worry, it's free, food and housing are in charge, and we will discuss it with your family."

Seeing the little girl hopping and running towards the house, Hou Tiao turned her head, and behind her were dozens of Golden Core Sword Cultivators who emerged from the night,

"At this time next year, we are going to open a pre-Xuan school near Dushan. This is not pretentious. Although this place is desolate, there are aboriginal people. Don't drive them away. This is part of the practice. We occupy their place. , we must compensate them, this is the rule!"

Wang Mian responded loudly from behind, "Follow the teachings! Shipeng junior brother, why don't you write down a note on the leader's daily life? My Splendid Sword Vein not only has iron blood, but also tenderness!"

Li Shipeng pretended to take out a jade slip, sketched on it, and muttered,

"Since it's about tenderness, since it's a daily note, do you want to write down what happened to those two little ladies last night?"

Wang Mian was triumphant, "Write it down, how long? How many times? How often is the sword? How much does the sword change?"

A group of people got up in the air and roared away. Although everyone didn't have much respect for the leader, he liked the atmosphere, and for him, he wouldn't hold on to this position. When everything was on the right track, he found it. The right candidate will naturally wear the crown and leave. The universe is chic, who will be patient for a lifetime?

They are the last batch of Quanzhen Sword Cultivators in Yujing. They haven't come yet, and they probably won't come in the future. It's no pity; people.

It is better for lazy people to stay in the city for the elderly, but they will bring their bad habits with them when they come to Dushan; Lian Yujing of Quanzhen Sect leads all the state capitals, and there are nearly ten thousand monks of Tongtian Jindan Yuanying monks, which is still a bit too much According to Yueduo, there are only about [-] people on Qingkongxiao Mountain, what is their status, what is Jinxiu's status?
This is the principle Yueduo has been emphasizing all the time, counting the numerous cosmic battles of Qingkong Sword Cultivator, there has never been a single time when a sword repairer has relied on more people to solve a problem!

In Jianxiu's view, one person is a soldier, ten people form a regiment, and a hundred people form an army!
Across the universe, invincible!
(End of this chapter)