Chapter 489

If, as Jing Jiu judged, Nan Chi in the coffin would not wake up, then he would be just a corpse, but if he woke up, he would be an invincible half-immortal. How to choose seems to be a very simple matter.

Nan Wang turned around and walked into the deep mountain. The white cat was faster than her, and it turned into a white shadow and disappeared in an instant without making a sound.

Jing Jiu didn't pay attention, this was his suggestion, and he was not confident that the corpse in the coffin would really not wake up.

The sun is getting higher and higher, the sky is getting bluer and the mountains are getting clearer.

The barren mountain is not far from the sea, but there is not much rain, and there are few types of life, even far inferior to the cold mountain.

Leng Shan looks barren, but in fact there are extremely rich fire veins and dark rivers underground, and there are many wild beasts and monsters living there.

However, it may be because of the monotony that the autumn colors here are more beautiful and more intense. The golden leaves and fiery red leaves are neatly arranged according to the height, just like the color bands painted by a brush.

Jing Jiu withdrew his gaze and looked at his right hand.

Back then in Xihai, Jian Xilai cut his body in half with a sword from a distance of tens of miles, and then Ada paid the price of injury with a random sword.

These years, he is at the peak state, and he is indeed worthy of the title of sword god, unlike the past years when he was a little bleak by Cao Yuan.

Nan Chi is his master, and his realm strength is even more unfathomable.

But none of this should be a problem.

Liu Ci is the real person in charge of the Qingshan Sect.

He is the strongest in Qingshan.

That must be the strongest in Chaotian Continent.

Whether it is Jian Xilai or Nanchong, they should not be Liu Ci's opponents.

The problem is that Liu Ci doesn't have a sword.

That year Jingyang Zhenren ascended, he forced Jian Xilai back to the West Sea, but did not kill him. In the battle of Yuntai, he and Jian Xilai fought swords, and they were evenly divided in the sea and air, all because he did not have a sword.

If Nan Chi fights against ghosts with a sword, will Liu Ci without a sword be able to handle it?

Jing Jiu was of course the most suitable candidate, he knew that Liu Ci also hoped so, but he didn't want to accept it.

That bad premonition seemed to be constantly warning him that if he accepted Liu Ci's request, something would definitely go wrong and he would regret it.

The weeds move without wind.

Nan Wang walked back holding the white cat by the neck, and asked him, "According to your calculations, how likely is it that he wakes up?"

Jing Jiu reached out and took the white cat over, calculated it again, and said, "No more than 10%."

The white cat meowed softly, looking very aggrieved.

Of course Jing Jiu knew that Nanwang couldn't catch it back. It came back because it wanted to come back, or because it was embarrassed to leave.

The incident at Guocheng Temple brought it a lot of troubles, such as Zhao Layue no longer hugging it, and the changes in the attitudes of Gu Qing and Yuan Qu. The lesson is very profound.

As for why Nan Wang came back...Jing Jiu noticed that her temples were slightly wet, and guessed that she had taken a bath in the stream.

Nan Wang likes to sing folk songs after drinking and drinking happily. When it is not convenient to sing folk songs, he likes to play in the water. When he sees streams and lakes, he wants to take off his clothes and jump in.

She liked to do this many years ago, so Liu Ci had no choice but to set aside the lake at the top of Bihu Peak as a forbidden area for her, and it was not revoked until she took over as the master of Qingrong Peak.

"Ninety percent...that's really high."

Nan Wang was indeed already drunk, so he picked up the jug and took another big gulp, saying, "It should be fine."

Jing Jiu said, "It's fine with me."

Nan Wang turned his head, stared at him with bright and big eyes and did not speak.

This was Jing Jiu's third fear.

He turned his head, avoided her sight and looked at the ruined temple more than ten miles away.

"Who are you?" Nan Wang asked.

Jing Jiu knew that she couldn't guess her real identity, just like she couldn't guess at the beginning of the winter.

It's all the same.

He didn't answer the question, saying: "I still suggest you leave."

Nan Wang said, "Do you still remember the carriage in Daozhou City?"

In midsummer, they were looking for clues to Nan Chi's hiding in the world, and the carriage rushed directly to the lake, bringing the latest news. The reason the doctor didn't hide his identity was because the lake was a forbidden area of ​​the Dongshan faction, and no one could approach it.

The Dongshan faction is a local sect supported by the Cheng family, and the Cheng family is an inconspicuous foreign family of Shiyue Peak.

There are many similar situations, especially in Tiannan. There are at least dozens of businesses like Baoshuju, and there are six or seven big families like Gu's. The Nanman tribe also relied on Nanwang's support to live a relatively peaceful life in this sweltering mountain. The imperial court never thought of collecting taxes or corvees.

In Jing Jiu's eyes, she is a drunkard, but in the Nanman tribe she is a real god.

If Qingshan falls, these will cease to exist, and these ordinary people may die.

That's why.

So Nan Wang couldn't leave, the white cat couldn't leave, and Jing Jiu was even more so.

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The sword light illuminated the sky of Qingshan, bringing ominous blood and the signal of battle.

The line of blood fell from Tianguang Peak to Shenmo Peak, and changed back to the appearance of Firth Sword in Zhao Layue's hands.

She inserted Firth Sword into the ground and turned it vigorously, opened the restriction of Shenmo Peak, and then walked out of the cliff.

A small sword boat was parked on the sea of ​​clouds outside the cliff, and several disciples of Shiyue Peak were bowing to meet it.

Yuan Qu had already made preparations, and followed with Ping Yongjia. The sound of farewell from the apes came from the bottom of the cliff.

This sword boat is indeed very small and can only accommodate dozens of people, but it is extremely luxurious.

Ping Yongjia looked at the Po Gang Xiaojian formation at the bow of the boat, and said in surprise: "How many crystals will be consumed to go back and forth to the West Sea?"

Yuan Qu said: "What does this have to do with us?"

Ping Yongjia still felt that it was too wasteful, and said: "It's fine for a disciple like me with a bad state to sit on a sword boat, why don't the masters control the sword? That would be faster."

Yuan Qu thought to himself that you are also a disciple chosen by Uncle Jing himself, how could you be such an idiot?

"Let me ask you, is it more comfortable to ride a sword or ride a sword boat?"

Ping Yongjia took it for granted, "Of course it's the latter."

Yuan Qu said angrily: "Then you are going to let the masters work hard to control the sword, and sleep in the boat by yourself?"

Elders and disciples from other peaks are also boarding the boat, but the number of people in those peaks is much more than that of Shenmo Peak, so the sword boat is naturally much larger.

The cold mist scattered on Shangde Peak, and the sword boat loomed among them.

Yuan Qijing had already boarded the boat first, Chi Yan, Duan Liantian and other elders were arranging the positions of the disciples.

Junior Sister Yushan was well protected, she was located closest to Master Jianlu, surrounded by senior brothers, I believe that even if the sword boat was destroyed, nothing would happen to her.

The lake water at the top of Bihu Peak was turbulent, producing countless snow waves.

Cheng Youtian boarded the boat with dozens of sword repairmen, and only today did he realize that the lake water tastes a bit salty.

The disciples of Liangwang Peak were also boarding the boat, their swords flashing and their robes fluttering.

Guo Nanshan and the others had just returned from the snowy field for less than a hundred days, and they were about to set foot on the battlefield again.

The disciples of Shiyue Peak also boarded the boat under the leadership of Master Guangyuan.

A clear cry resounded from the stone beam shrouded in mist all year round.

A black shadow rose through the fog, but it didn't land on the sword boat of Shiyue Peak, but on the sword boat of Shangde Peak.

Seeing the ordinary-looking golden pheasant with its coquettish and unusually long tail, the Shangdefeng disciples were startled, and then they guessed its identity, and hurriedly bowed to salute.

Junior Sister Yushan opened her eyes wide, thinking that Lord Yinfeng is so pretty.

Chi Yan and Duan Liantian were thinking, even the Lord Guardian has left Qingshan, it seems that this time the Sect Master is really going to destroy Xihai.

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"Xiao Si, you should take good care of the house in Qingshan."

Liu Ci sent a message to Xi Laifeng, without looking at Fang Jingtian again.

He knew exactly what Fang Jingtian was thinking, today's call from Xiao Si was a reminder and a warning.

He walked to the stele, reached out to take off the Chengtian scabbard, and said after a moment of silence: "Uncle Master still hasn't made a decision."

Yuan Gui slowly opened his eyes, glanced at him, and thought this is not nonsense, who would like to put a rope around his neck?

He is not that stupid chicken, let alone an idiot.

Liu Ci didn't say anything, just flicked his fingers.

There was a sword cry.

Resounding through the green hills.

The seventeen sword boats slowly left their respective peaks and flew towards the sky.

The big formation was opened, the autumn rain fell slightly, and the sword boat broke through the clouds and flew towards the far west.

Everyone was mobilized, even the young girls in Xijian Pavilion who had just started and hadn't had time to inherit the sword.

Only Fang Jingtian, the horse and monkey on the slope of Shenmo Peak, the dog and the prisoner in the Sword Prison are left in the green hill now.

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In the morning glow.

Seventeen sword boats headed towards the West Sea.

How spectacular.

On the frontmost and largest sword boat.

Liu Ci stood at the bow of the boat, with his long beard fluttering in the wind and his robe sleeves fluttering, like a fairy.

Dozens of sword books have been thrown to various parts of Chaotian Continent - Faxihai.

Upright.

above board.

This is the way Aoyama works.

Of course there is another reason.

Liu Ci has no sword.

If you don't take a sword boat, you will fly slower.

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(I originally wanted to write a chapter tomorrow before starting a vacation, but it feels more beautiful here, so I temporarily decided to start resting on the 30th of the Chinese New Year tomorrow. This year’s vacation is shorter than last year and longer than the year before. On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, I will come back on time to meet you. I will chat with you on the WeChat official account tomorrow, so I won’t be here. Here, I sincerely wish everyone good health and a happy new year. I really love you all. In the coming year, we are all doing well, let’s continue to dawdle happily.)