Nan Chan

Linghai gives birth to the truth, and the truth stays in the heart.

Jinglin's true identity is the Yanquan sword, who was invaded by the remnants of evil spirits on the day Cangji swallowed the sea, and his spiritual sea almost collapsed, causing the body of the Yanquan sword to be covered with cracks, and it was on the verge of breaking the road.But because Cangji's dragon's breath lingered, even though Jinglin's spiritual sea was fluctuated by force, it never leaked a little bit.

One thing Li Rong said was true, even if the swallowing spring continued, Jing Lin would still be the son of Lord Jiutian.Lord Jiutian has spent many years casting this sword, and he will not allow it to break easily, so the nameless spell to imprison emotions is to firmly tie the usable Jinglin in his hands.If the spell is not removed, Jing Lin will not be able to exorcise the demon in meditation.But to get rid of the spell, one must cut off the root of emotion.

This is desperation.

Seeing that the sarcophagus was tightly closed, Li Rong bowed his head and let out a breath.He walked out of the forbidden area, stepping on the snow without a trace.Thin snow covers the bluestone slabs, standing in front of the platform and looking down, the scenery of Jiutianmen is no longer the same as before.The mountains are winding, and the "Nine Heavens Gate" has long since disappeared. Now this place is the Upper Realm of Zhongdu, known as the Nine Heavens Realm of the Gods and Immortals.

Lord Jiutian no longer calls him "Father", and Li Rong and others will respectfully address him as "Father Jun".At the beginning of the Nine Heavens Realm, according to the title of merit, Jinglin's name was ranked above all brothers, and the three words "Linsong Jun" were completely established in the Shenshuo spectrum.Li Rong followed closely behind, and now he is called Mr. Sha Ge.

The new wind blows his robe, scraping Li Rong's cheeks.His brows and eyes have changed slightly, and the youthful attitude has been swept away, leaving only the mature and prudent.From here, he looked at the mountains, snow and fog, and the vast sea of ​​clouds was boundless.

A little brown is coming through the snow.

Dongjun's shoes were soaked by snow, he didn't care, and stepped up the steps holding an oiled paper umbrella.He shook the snow on the umbrella, nodded perfunctorily to Li Rong, and said: "There is a bald boy here in the Vatican altar, and he wants to escape into Buddhism by picking three thousand hairs, but he doesn't want it. Father Jun cherishes this man's talent, I want to be recruited into the Soul Chasing Prison, and I will hand it over to you to discipline. When you are free later, you have to make a trip."

Li Rong was serious, he didn't hold a gun today, his toga was hanging down in the snow, spreading out a dark red side.After hearing the words, he thought for a while and said, "A few days ago, I heard something from the Department of Human Life."

"This person only took 900 years before and after entering the realm of perfection. He has a bad temper. If he offends him in the future, please forgive him." Dong Jun said, "I want to protect him."

Li Rong said, "It's rare."

"Talents are hard to come by." Dongjun kicked his wet shoes, carried the umbrella handle, and said, "In 900 years, even Jinglin was not so fast. I also tried the truth, a mountain, steady."

"You said you wanted to protect him." Li Rong looked sideways, "It can be seen that he must have something to do."

"It's not the case," Dong Jun said, "it's just a love robbery. He used to belong to the nine-tailed demon fox Linlang. The big monster under your seat, it is difficult to deal with Junfu's investigation, so I entrust you to protect the bottom line."

It is not a trivial matter that concerns Emperor Cang.

Now Jing Lin's body has not melted away, and there is only a pool of blood left.Emperor Cang is dead, but the Nine Heavens Realm has not passed the news to the Three Realms for a long time.Jiutianjun's mind is unpredictable, and no one can guess what his plan is.

"I'll answer after I see him." Li Rong said, "What's his name?"

Dongjun said: "The dust of the past has been cleaned up with the body. Father Jun bestowed the word 'Zuishan', and he called himself the monk of Drunken Mountain."

Li Rong nodded and said, "I see, you can go."

But Dong Jun said: "It's not easy to come up once, so it's too heartless to send me away like this. Last time I heard that Jing Lin is going to retreat, and this retreat will last for hundreds of years." He moved his eyes back and looked at the forbidden place, "So far There is no news, whether it is dead or alive, I don’t know.”

"The Yanquan sword stands on the Jiutiantai, and you can tell whether it is dead or alive at a glance." Li Rong said, "This place is not a place for you to intervene, so don't think about it."

"I don't want to mention it at all." Dong Jun walked slowly and said, "You killed Emperor Cang at the risk of the world's disgrace, and you have been stationed here all these years and refused to be replaced by others. I guess you have talked with Jing Lin, he is afraid that it is not good, and he does not want to recognize you as a brother anymore."

"Ordinary people have reincarnation, one wrong step, there is still hell to enter. When it comes to our situation, one wrong step, it will be forever." Li Rong paused for a moment and said, "It doesn't matter whether he recognizes me or not, the important thing is to live."

"Alive." Dongjun turned out his folding fan and tapped the center of his eyebrows, "After this catastrophe, he intends to 'die', but you all want him to live. You don't know that if you can't live, you can't die, but it's even more painful. There are eight sufferings in the world. Today, when I watch him in a difficult situation, it happens to be a 'resentment meeting'!"

"He's in a different state of mind." Li Rong looked at Cen Ji Yunhai, "After this grief, he will definitely be reborn and become a god in one step."

"It's hard for brother." Dong Jun said.

Li Rong had already descended the steps, he walked slowly, and his footprints gradually deepened.

Dong Jun suddenly said behind him: "It's better for you to restrain yourself recently. There are not many brothers left alive."

Li Rong looked back, he raised his arm suddenly, saw the snowflakes swirling around in the wind, the shattering spear landed in his palm in response, and the surrounding snow waves dispersed immediately.He stood up with a gun and said, "What do you think I have lived to this day?"

Dongjun smiled: "I don't answer things that will lose my head."

Li Rong also smiled, but sarcastically: "Since you understand, don't interfere."

Dong Jun's expression was slightly restrained: "It's snowing heavily this day. Brother, the road is not easy to walk."

"The Great Way of the World." Li Rong said in a low voice in the snow, "There is no difference."

Crossing the sky to the sky, spring to autumn in the Nine Heavens Realm, looking down on mortals like mayflies.The Yanquan sword was covered with dust and rust on the Jiutiantai, and the half-exposed part of the sheath was densely covered with cracks. It had been placed in the cold for many years.

Lord Nine Heavens set up a group of immortals to come to the Buddhist altar and listen to monks chanting scriptures.At this time, when the waking of insects happened, Dongjun was drunk under his seat, leaning on the steps to sleep soundly.

Lord Jiutian sat on the high seat and asked, "Where is Dongjun?"

The Drunken Mountain Monk kicked the seat, and Dongjun rolled out, not yet fully awake, he was confused.

Jiutianjun frowned slightly, and said: "Your duty is to call for spring, and now it has passed, and Zhongdu is still covered with snow in the north and south. This is playing with things and losing one's ambition, and should be severely punished!"

Dongjun also didn't salute, he sat cross-legged presumptuously, and said: "Reporting to your father, it's not my negligence, but a natural phenomenon, the continuous snow will not stop."

"Vision?" Lord Jiutian shook his body slightly, and said in a deep voice, "I am the only one in the world today, and my father is the sky! If there is a vision, how could I not know it?"

"Father." Dong Jun said as if playing tricks, "When God's will is negligent. I saw that the heavy snow covered the sky and the earth was clearly driven by the cold. If the root cause cannot be found, even if it is summer and June, the snow will not be destroyed. Can't melt."

"Could it be that evil spirits are causing trouble, or that a big monster is born." Yun Sheng was worried in his seat, "If this is the case, it's better to get rid of it as soon as possible."

"I don't know if what he said is true or not." Li Rong put down the wine bottle and said, "I'll ask him when he wakes up."

"Everything I say is true." Dongjun rolled forward and wanted to stand up, but unexpectedly, the strength of alcohol rushed to his head, making him lie on the ground completely.He just lay there like this, raising his hand to draw randomly in the air, "Look, the heavy snow is flying, and many people have died of freezing. Let me tell you the truth, no matter whoever goes here, you will be a wooden man who throws himself into the river—it won't work!"

Lord Jiutian has been taking care of everything recently, and this kind of thing happened without thinking.He was worried about Dong Jun's failure to report his knowledge, but his face was still amiable, and he said: "In your opinion, how should we deal with it?"

Dongjun's fingertips drew a virtual scene of Zhongdu, which is not exactly the appearance of being frozen for miles.He said with a smile: "It's easy to understand. What is the coldest thing in this world?"

Yun Sheng laughed and said, "It's the twelfth lunar month in winter."

"No." Dong Jun kept belching, he covered his face with a fan, and after a while, said, "That's the normal state of nature, it doesn't count."

"Yellow Spring Realm." The newly appointed King of Hades, who was still a miserable green boy with an immature face, said to the people around him, "You can't sleep in the palace of King of Hades, it's so cold, it's really cold."

After he finished speaking, he peeked at Dongjun again from the corner of his eye, and was fascinated by Dongjun's expression.

Dongjun Taohua's eyes were shining brightly, and he said: "Although Huangquan is cold, it can't do anything about its cultivation base. Why don't you understand? The coldest thing in the world is a person who has neither a heart nor a heart. Preserve warmth. It is cold to come naked, and sleep for hundreds of years in seclusion, increase your cultivation base, and hold on to the Dao, you will be the coldest god in the world!"

As soon as he said this, everyone in the seat changed color.Only Lord Jiutian was so sophisticated, he only said softly, "You're talking nonsense again! That's your brother."

"That's why I say this matter is easy to solve." Dongjun sat up abruptly, propped his knees on one hand, and looked in the direction of the forbidden area, "My brother Linsong Lord is about to leave the customs. You have heard the Yanquan sword for a long time, but it is difficult to see it." Sharpness. It’s all worth it if you come here today!”

As soon as Dong Jun's words fell, everyone's face was shocked.The wine bottle rippled lightly, the sound of chanting sutras in the Buddhist altar suddenly rang loudly, followed by the sight of miles of lotus ponds competing to bloom, but a strong cold wind blew in the sea of ​​clouds.The snow-covered pines shake the waves violently under the feet, and the sound of the pines runs through the world.

Li Rong stood up.A few snowflakes fluttered out from nowhere, followed by the wind, and he covered the wind and waves with his sleeves, and saw the blue light on the Nine Heavens Terrace break open.

The Yanquan sword trembled and whistled, and the rust was mottled and peeled off.The cold light burst out, clanging out of the sheath!

The light in the environment is slightly dazzling.

Jing Lin narrowed her eyes a little, then stepped out slowly.

Light covers the whole body, the black hair has grown to the back of the feet, no longer wearing a silver crown.The azure color flutters in the wind, and the white robe eventually becomes a cloud of the past.He is no longer as young as he was, and the coldness has become lonely.He seems to have grown in stature, but remains as thin as ever.

The Sheng and music in the environment have stopped, and the chanting has stopped.Following Jing Lin's footsteps, Song Feng returned to calm, the lotus pond did not splash, and the wine remained motionless.The gods prostrated themselves and knelt down. They were so cold that they didn't even dare to say "Lord Linsong", and there was no sound for a while.

The wine bottle was knocked over in Li Rong's case. He pushed away the seat and called out, "Jing Lin..."

Jing Lin passed by Li Rong, and he knelt on one knee in front of the steps.With a slight lift of the palm, the Yanquan sword returned to the master in an instant.

"Father."

Those ruthless, lustless eyes looked up.

"The son is here."

Jiutianjun was originally sitting sideways, but he felt a little terrified when he saw this look.He stood up slowly while supporting his hands, the pearl shaking violently in front of him.He calmed down, greeted the next steps with a big smile and said: "My son, please rise up, I have been waiting for my father for a long time!"