Chapter 1795
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When the sun sank to the horizon, the night came fiercely, and for countless foggy mountains and gorges, the night represented the extreme darkness.
Under the double effects of darkness and thick fog, the monks who are sleeping in tiger gorge will become more blurred in time and space senses at the same time. Coupled with the extreme tension of spirit, they will undoubtedly be extremely tired.
In this way, both yunwuzong and other zongmen, who were responsible for leading monks across Xialing, would arrange night as a rest time, instead of moving forward.
Perhaps it was the so-called good times. After being attacked by the sharp billed fog bird, the team of Yunwu zongnan did not encounter too much danger. They were even very lucky to avoid the collapse of the mountain due to the violent war and found a flat gorge ground as a repair.
The rain, which originally shrouded the misty mountain sea, stopped completely unconsciously, and then the wind with a sharp meaning ran through the whole gorge and rang out in the ears of all the friars, making a continuous whine.
"The wind through the mountains is quite cold. It was reported that after the fall of the Snow Demon King, civil strife appeared in the southern snow mountain, which led to the uncontrollable hundreds of millions of years of wind and snow on the mountain and the disaster of toppling over the Central Plains.
"I thought it was a rumor, but it's getting colder and colder recently. Isn't it true?"
In the procession of monks going south in the gorge range, a voice with worry rang out. Then the middle-aged Jian Xiu, who opened his mouth, took the long sword off his back and stood beside him, looking down at a small bright stone placed on the ground in front of him.
This bright stone is about the size of a fist. Because of its turbid interior, the light it emits is not bright. In addition, there is fog around it, which can only light up a little of the surrounding area.
In the dim light, in addition to the middle-aged monk, there were several other people sitting cross legged on the ground, but all of them were calm and their eyes were twinkling. They didn't know what they were thinking.
After the middle-aged Jian Xiu's words had fallen for several breath, an old man around responded and said:
"although this snow mountain is one of the heaven supporting mountains in legend, it's still far away from us. If the snow on it really falls, it won't arrive here so soon, so you should worry more."
"In this world, who can tell exactly what will happen."
After the old man's words fell, a different voice began to ring. It was a young woman Jianxiu who opened her mouth. Although she was average in appearance, her eyes were very heroic, and her whole body was full of momentum.
As a matter of fact, in the Central Plains of taixuan, there are not many women wandering alone. However, taixuan has a vast territory, and it is not surprising that there is a race in which nuns are naturally stronger than men.
Then the nun took the sword from her back and thrust it into the ground beside her. The voice continued:
"far away, just before our trip to the south, did you think we would encounter a fog beast riot?"
As soon as the rhetorical question came out, several people lowered their eyes in the narrow bright stone land, and the complicated color on their faces flashed by.
It is true that during the fog beast riot, some of the people present lost their relatives and friends in Xialing. Otherwise, these monks, who did not know each other, would not have gathered here to form a group.
The night was quiet. After several people finished speaking in turn, they fell into silence. Only the red Mang, a mountain animal in front of them, which did not shine like a searchlight, brought some comfort to the monks in the gorge.
Then the middle-aged Jian Xiu, who started to speak, gave a bitter smile and said in a soft voice:
"this world is really tormenting."
After sighing, he seemed to think of something. He looked up at several people in front of him, and his voice continued to say:
"since we can get together here, it's also a kind of fate for you and me. Why don't we have a chat and get rid of boredom? If we get along with each other, we can take care of each other after entering the core of the Central Plains."
When middle-aged Jian Xiu said this, he looked straight at the woman in front of him. Among the several people present, only these two were carrying a long sword.
Compared with other monks, because Qinglian Jianzong widely distributed heroic posts, Jianxiu had more hope to go to the core of the Central Plains.
However, the female swordsman was a little pessimistic at this time, and her face was full of loneliness. She murmured:
"it's still a question whether she can get out of the fog mountain and sea alive or not. If she gives her life here, everything will be in vain."
The middle-aged Jianxiu frowned, shook his head and said:
"Daoyou don't have to be so pessimistic, but I'm a little curious. I'll go to Baolian sword field before Jianxiu. Do you have some relatives and friends in the core place? You know, it's not so peaceful."
As soon as the words came out, the other friars looked at each other. Then the old man sighed, put his hand behind his back, took off the tightly wrapped cloth bag, and said:
"to tell you the truth, I'm waiting for this adventure to go to the central Plains, the land of taixuan. In fact, I want to go to Shangxiao city!"As soon as the three words of Shangxiao city came out, the middle-aged Jian Xiu, who was sitting cross legged, raised his eyebrows and said in a surprised voice:
"Shangxiao is a famous city, but it's located in the east of central shangguo. As we all know, shangguo is now in a fierce battle with Shengting, and it's even said that the whole royal family of shangguo will move its capital to Shangxiao city."
After that, the woman Jian Xiu frowned, nodded and agreed: "yes, when you go to Shangxiao city at this time, don't you hit the muzzle of the gun? Although it's said that taixuan's place has the best chance, it's not worth it to put it to death."
After the voice fell, the old monk, who put the cloth bag on his back in front of him, stretched out his hand forward, and his voice rang out:
"since everyone has experienced the life and death friendship, I don't want to hold it. I'm going to the sky this time, but I want to make a fortune.
"As the saying goes, practice is nothing more than wealth and Dharma. If you can make a big fortune, it's also a big chance."
After that, the old monk opened the cloth bag in his hand. They looked down and found that there was a black cloth bag inside the cloth bag, which wrapped the contents tightly.
Then, under the gaze of both eyes, the old monk continued to open the second layer of cloth bag. Suddenly, a ray of dazzling light shot directly from the cloth bag, making people close their eyes.
After a while, a few people opened their eyes, looked at the old monk in front of them, and murmured:
"this, this is Mingshi? Why is it so bright? "
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When the sun sank to the horizon, the night came fiercely, and for countless foggy mountains and gorges, the night represented the extreme darkness.
Under the double effects of darkness and thick fog, the monks who are sleeping in tiger gorge will become more blurred in time and space senses at the same time. Coupled with the extreme tension of spirit, they will undoubtedly be extremely tired.
In this way, both yunwuzong and other zongmen, who were responsible for leading monks across Xialing, would arrange night as a rest time, instead of moving forward.
Perhaps it was the so-called good times. After being attacked by the sharp billed fog bird, the team of Yunwu zongnan did not encounter too much danger. They were even very lucky to avoid the collapse of the mountain due to the violent war and found a flat gorge ground as a repair.
The rain, which originally shrouded the misty mountain sea, stopped completely unconsciously, and then the wind with a sharp meaning ran through the whole gorge and rang out in the ears of all the friars, making a continuous whine.
"The wind through the mountains is quite cold. It was reported that after the fall of the Snow Demon King, civil strife appeared in the southern snow mountain, which led to the uncontrollable hundreds of millions of years of wind and snow on the mountain and the disaster of toppling over the Central Plains.
"I thought it was a rumor, but it's getting colder and colder recently. Isn't it true?"
In the procession of monks going south in the gorge range, a voice with worry rang out. Then the middle-aged Jian Xiu, who opened his mouth, took the long sword off his back and stood beside him, looking down at a small bright stone placed on the ground in front of him.
This bright stone is about the size of a fist. Because of its turbid interior, the light it emits is not bright. In addition, there is fog around it, which can only light up a little of the surrounding area.
In the dim light, in addition to the middle-aged monk, there were several other people sitting cross legged on the ground, but all of them were calm and their eyes were twinkling. They didn't know what they were thinking.
After the middle-aged Jian Xiu's words had fallen for several breath, an old man around responded and said:
"although this snow mountain is one of the heaven supporting mountains in legend, it's still far away from us. If the snow on it really falls, it won't arrive here so soon, so you should worry more."
"In this world, who can tell exactly what will happen."
After the old man's words fell, a different voice began to ring. It was a young woman Jianxiu who opened her mouth. Although she was average in appearance, her eyes were very heroic, and her whole body was full of momentum.
As a matter of fact, in the Central Plains of taixuan, there are not many women wandering alone. However, taixuan has a vast territory, and it is not surprising that there is a race in which nuns are naturally stronger than men.
Then the nun took the sword from her back and thrust it into the ground beside her. The voice continued:
"far away, just before our trip to the south, did you think we would encounter a fog beast riot?"
As soon as the rhetorical question came out, several people lowered their eyes in the narrow bright stone land, and the complicated color on their faces flashed by.
It is true that during the fog beast riot, some of the people present lost their relatives and friends in Xialing. Otherwise, these monks, who did not know each other, would not have gathered here to form a group.
The night was quiet. After several people finished speaking in turn, they fell into silence. Only the red Mang, a mountain animal in front of them, which did not shine like a searchlight, brought some comfort to the monks in the gorge.
Then the middle-aged Jian Xiu, who started to speak, gave a bitter smile and said in a soft voice:
"this world is really tormenting."
After sighing, he seemed to think of something. He looked up at several people in front of him, and his voice continued to say:
"since we can get together here, it's also a kind of fate for you and me. Why don't we have a chat and get rid of boredom? If we get along with each other, we can take care of each other after entering the core of the Central Plains."
When middle-aged Jian Xiu said this, he looked straight at the woman in front of him. Among the several people present, only these two were carrying a long sword.
Compared with other monks, because Qinglian Jianzong widely distributed heroic posts, Jianxiu had more hope to go to the core of the Central Plains.
However, the female swordsman was a little pessimistic at this time, and her face was full of loneliness. She murmured:
"it's still a question whether she can get out of the fog mountain and sea alive or not. If she gives her life here, everything will be in vain."
The middle-aged Jianxiu frowned, shook his head and said:
"Daoyou don't have to be so pessimistic, but I'm a little curious. I'll go to Baolian sword field before Jianxiu. Do you have some relatives and friends in the core place? You know, it's not so peaceful."
As soon as the words came out, the other friars looked at each other. Then the old man sighed, put his hand behind his back, took off the tightly wrapped cloth bag, and said:
"to tell you the truth, I'm waiting for this adventure to go to the central Plains, the land of taixuan. In fact, I want to go to Shangxiao city!"As soon as the three words of Shangxiao city came out, the middle-aged Jian Xiu, who was sitting cross legged, raised his eyebrows and said in a surprised voice:
"Shangxiao is a famous city, but it's located in the east of central shangguo. As we all know, shangguo is now in a fierce battle with Shengting, and it's even said that the whole royal family of shangguo will move its capital to Shangxiao city."
After that, the woman Jian Xiu frowned, nodded and agreed: "yes, when you go to Shangxiao city at this time, don't you hit the muzzle of the gun? Although it's said that taixuan's place has the best chance, it's not worth it to put it to death."
After the voice fell, the old monk, who put the cloth bag on his back in front of him, stretched out his hand forward, and his voice rang out:
"since everyone has experienced the life and death friendship, I don't want to hold it. I'm going to the sky this time, but I want to make a fortune.
"As the saying goes, practice is nothing more than wealth and Dharma. If you can make a big fortune, it's also a big chance."
After that, the old monk opened the cloth bag in his hand. They looked down and found that there was a black cloth bag inside the cloth bag, which wrapped the contents tightly.
Then, under the gaze of both eyes, the old monk continued to open the second layer of cloth bag. Suddenly, a ray of dazzling light shot directly from the cloth bag, making people close their eyes.
After a while, a few people opened their eyes, looked at the old monk in front of them, and murmured:
"this, this is Mingshi? Why is it so bright? "
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When the sun sank to the horizon, the night came fiercely, and for countless foggy mountains and gorges, the night represented the extreme darkness. Under the double effects of darkness and thick fog, the monks who are sleeping in tiger gorge will become more blurred in time and space senses at the same time. Coupled with the extreme tension of spirit, they will undoubtedly be extremely tired. In this way, both yunwuzong and other zongmen, who were responsible for leading monks across Xialing, would arrange night as a rest time, instead of moving forward. Perhaps it was the so-called good times. After being attacked by the sharp billed fog bird, the team of Yunwu zongnan did not encounter too much danger. They were even very lucky to avoid the collapse of the mountain due to the violent war and found a flat gorge ground as a repair. The rain, which originally shrouded the misty mountain sea, stopped completely unconsciously, and then the wind with a sharp meaning ran through the whole gorge and rang out in the ears of all the friars, making a continuous whine. "The wind through the mountains is quite cold. It was reported that after the fall of the Snow Demon King, civil strife appeared in the southern snow mountain, which led to the uncontrollable hundreds of millions of years of wind and snow on the mountain and the disaster of toppling over the Central Plains. "I thought it was a rumor, but it's getting colder and colder recently. Isn't it true?" In the procession of monks going south in the gorge range, a voice with worry rang out. Then the middle-aged Jian Xiu, who opened his mouth, took the long sword off his back and stood beside him, looking down at a small bright stone placed on the ground in front of him. This bright stone is about the size of a fist. Because of its turbid interior, the light it emits is not bright. In addition, there is fog around it, which can only light up a little of the surrounding area. In the dim light, in addition to the middle-aged monk, there were several other people sitting cross legged on the ground, but all of them were calm and their eyes were twinkling. They didn't know what they were thinking. After the middle-aged Jian Xiu's words had fallen for several breath, an old man around responded and said: "although this snow mountain is one of the heaven supporting mountains in legend, it's still far away from us. If the snow on it really falls, it won't arrive here so soon, so you should worry more." "In this world, who can tell exactly what will happen." After the old man's words fell, a different voice began to ring. It was a young woman Jianxiu who opened her mouth. Although she was average in appearance, her eyes were very heroic, and her whole body was full of momentum. As a matter of fact, in the Central Plains of taixuan, there are not many women wandering alone. However, taixuan has a vast territory, and it is not surprising that there is a race in which nuns are naturally stronger than men. Then the nun took the sword from her back and thrust it into the ground beside her. The voice continued: "far away, just before our trip to the south, did you think we would encounter a fog beast riot?" As soon as the rhetorical question came out, several people lowered their eyes in the narrow bright stone land, and the complicated color on their faces flashed by. It is true that during the fog beast riot, some of the people present lost their relatives and friends in Xialing. Otherwise, these monks, who did not know each other, would not have gathered here to form a group. The night was quiet. After several people finished speaking in turn, they fell into silence. Only the red Mang, a mountain animal in front of them, which did not shine like a searchlight, brought some comfort to the monks in the gorge. Then the middle-aged Jian Xiu, who started to speak, gave a bitter smile and said in a soft voice: "this world is really tormenting." After sighing, he seemed to think of something. He looked up at several people in front of him, and his voice continued to say: "since we can get together here, it's also a kind of fate for you and me. Why don't we have a chat and get rid of boredom? If we get along with each other, we can take care of each other after entering the core of the Central Plains." When middle-aged Jian Xiu said this, he looked straight at the woman in front of him. Among the several people present, only these two were carrying a long sword. Compared with other monks, because Qinglian Jianzong widely distributed heroic posts, Jianxiu had more hope to go to the core of the Central Plains. However, the female swordsman was a little pessimistic at this time, and her face was full of loneliness. She murmured: "it's still a question whether she can get out of the fog mountain and sea alive or not. If she gives her life here, everything will be in vain." The middle-aged Jianxiu frowned, shook his head and said: "Daoyou don't have to be so pessimistic, but I'm a little curious. I'll go to Baolian sword field before Jianxiu. Do you have some relatives and friends in the core place? You know, it's not so peaceful." As soon as the words came out, the other friars looked at each other. Then the old man sighed, put his hand behind his back, took off the tightly wrapped cloth bag, and said: "to tell you the truth, I'm waiting for this adventure to go to the central Plains, the land of taixuan. In fact, I want to go to Shangxiao city!"As soon as the three words of Shangxiao city came out, the middle-aged Jian Xiu, who was sitting cross legged, raised his eyebrows and said in a surprised voice: "Shangxiao is a famous city, but it's located in the east of central shangguo. As we all know, shangguo is now in a fierce battle with Shengting, and it's even said that the whole royal family of shangguo will move its capital to Shangxiao city." After that, the woman Jian Xiu frowned, nodded and agreed: "yes, when you go to Shangxiao city at this time, don't you hit the muzzle of the gun? Although it's said that taixuan's place has the best chance, it's not worth it to put it to death." After the voice fell, the old monk, who put the cloth bag on his back in front of him, stretched out his hand forward, and his voice rang out: "since everyone has experienced the life and death friendship, I don't want to hold it. I'm going to the sky this time, but I want to make a fortune. "As the saying goes, practice is nothing more than wealth and Dharma. If you can make a big fortune, it's also a big chance." After that, the old monk opened the cloth bag in his hand. They looked down and found that there was a black cloth bag inside the cloth bag, which wrapped the contents tightly. Then, under the gaze of both eyes, the old monk continued to open the second layer of cloth bag. Suddenly, a ray of dazzling light shot directly from the cloth bag, making people close their eyes. After a while, a few people opened their eyes, looked at the old monk in front of them, and murmured: "this, this is Mingshi? Why is it so bright? " www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
