The Path Toward Heaven

As the morning sun rose, the cold fog finally dissipated completely. People looked out along with the fog, and saw more than ten snowfoot beasts lying on the ground, already dead.

Among them, the obviously larger high-level snowfoot beast was killed by Bai Zao's magic weapon, leaving only half of its body. The four snow-footed beasts whose heads were pierced should have been killed by Yao Songshan with the Qingshan Sword Technique. The death of the other snow-footed beasts was even more tragic, with broken limbs and armor, and blue blood flowing everywhere.

The stones stained with poisonous blood were producing fine bubbles and making sizzling noises, the picture was very scary.

What was even more shocking was that there were still corpses of snowfoot beasts in the more peripheral places, one or two separated by tens of feet, extending to hundreds of feet away.

Similar pictures can be vaguely seen even in farther places.

How many snowfoot beasts died?

Only then did people know that the disappearance of the voice outside the fog last night was not an accident, but because he went to chase and kill those snow-footed beasts?

They looked at Jing Jiu with shock in their eyes, even Yao Songshan was the same.

Last night's dense fog was so cold that it could even isolate the consciousness, which was extremely unfavorable to the practitioners. The snow-footed beasts could not be affected by fighting instinctively.

How did he do it all?

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Jing Jiu and Bai Zao stood side by side.

One is fluttering in white.

One has a fluttering white skirt.

Those young people looked at this scene with smiles on their faces. Who wouldn't like such a beautiful picture.

The heavenly girl of the Zhongzhou sect and the swordsman of the Qingshan sect are really a pair of strangers.

Who do you support?

The female disciple of Xuanling Sect looked at Yao Songshan with wide eyes and asked.

I don't even know what you're talking about. Yao Songshan said.

The female disciple of Xuanling Sect pouted, expressing disdain.

Yao Songshan thought blankly, although Miss Baizao is nice, but of course he has to support Martial Uncle Zhao.

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The picture of Jing Jiu and Bai Zao standing side by side is very nice, but the picture they saw was not like that.

The remains of snowfoot beasts are all over the ground, and the blue juice, which is more disgusting than moss, is smeared on the white snow.

But they didn't care, and their initial conversation had nothing to do with the scene in front of them.

You promised me that night that you would not leave Lao Lin for the time being. Bai Zao said.

Jing Jiu appeared just in time, she didn't even use the golden elixir, her injuries were not serious, and she quickly regained her spirit after taking some elixir.

Jing Jiu thought about what she said that night, and said, I didn't touch Bulao Lin.

Bai Zao looked at him and said seriously: You have no evidence that Shi Fengchen participated in this matter, then you shouldn't touch him.

Jing Jiu said, You have no proof either.

This means that many people, including the Zhongzhou faction, suspected that Shi Fengchen was forced to death by him.

Bai Zao said: You should be very clear, Shi Fengchen alone can't talk about old Lin.

Jing Jiu said, Yes, I know that he has connections with people in Jing Xin's residence.

Bai Zao's expression became more serious, and he said, Don't tell me there is no proof, you are still planning to move the prince?

Jing Jiu said, Actually, I touched him first, and these things happened later.

So no matter from the prince's side or from the other side, Zhao Layue was assassinated because of him.

Bai Zao felt that the content of this sentence needed to be carefully considered in the future. She stopped discussing this issue, and pointed to the holes in the snow, and said, The snow-footed beasts from last night did not come out of the canyon, but came out from deep underground.

Jing Jiu said, What do you want to say?

Bai Zao said: The iron nematode you met, and the snow-footed beast last night, may be left behind in the depths of the ground during the beast tide.

Jing Jiu said, Can you sleep for so long?

Bai Zao said: As long as the burial is deep enough.

Jing Jiu asked, Then why did they come out? It can't be because they were awakened by the Taoist war.

Bai Zao said: I don't think they want to attack us, but want to return to the Snow Country, but just happened to meet us. Although I don't know what happened in the Snow Country, it must be a big event that the monsters that have been sleeping deep underground for hundreds of years will wake up collectively.

Jing Jiu thought to himself, then he really should come and have a look.

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At noon, the sun is too strong for a meditation retreat.

The masters and disciples of various sects came out of the courtyards of Xishan Residence one after another, walked to the rain corridor according to the habit developed these days, and admired the dozens of plum paintings.

Of course, they are most concerned about the performance of their own disciples. Besides, Luo Huainan, Bai Zao, and Tonglu——Bai Zao's picture of plum blossoms has been praised by Chan Zi. The picture of Luo Huainan and Tonglu has the most plum blossoms, and it is said that they have traveled the farthest into the depths of the snowfield.

Jing Jiu's painting of Mei also received a lot of attention, but there was no change for several days, and people's interest gradually faded.

The painter came out of the tall building on the hillside, and people walked with him, and they were a little surprised to find that the painter stopped in front of Jing Jiu's plum painting at the end.

The team finally had a new gain? Or... another dead person?

Strangely enough, the artist didn't pick up a brush and start drawing plums, but stared at the mostly blank drawing paper with a dazed expression.

After a while, he glanced at the file in his hand, as if he wanted to confirm it, and then continued to stare at the painting in a daze.

Finally, some practitioners couldn't help asking: What's going on?

The painter said with a sad face, I don't know how to draw.

Hearing this, people were a little stunned, thinking whether it was adding plum blossoms or crossing out names, it was just a matter of writing, so what's the problem?

The wind rang.

More than ten big figures from the cultivation world came to the venue.

The head of Kunlun, Ling Daze, the abbot of Baotong Temple, Nan Wang, and an elder from the Zhongzhou sect who rarely appeared a few days ago also came. There was no bell, which meant that there was no need to clear the venue. The ascetics bowed and saluted one after another, and gave way to the corridor, but did not leave. It was even more strange, wondering what happened?

Nan Wang looked at the painter and asked, Why haven't you painted yet?

The painter smiled bitterly and said, I really don't know how to write.

Why don't I try it?

He Zhan came in from the courtyard.

Needless to say, his talent and talent, he also won the second place in the Meihui painting competition. For some reasons, he did not participate in this year's Taoist competition.

The head of Kunlun looked at him and said coldly: You can do something.

Nan Wang said, The painting is better.

He Zhan saluted with a smile, walked to the painting, took the file from the artist's hand, and looked down.

He had already guessed something, but looking at the words on the file, he was still a little dazed, and a wry smile appeared on his face, thinking that it was no wonder it was not easy to draw.

He looked at the painting and thought for a moment, then took the pen from the painter, dipped it in some cinnabar, and with a slight vibration of his wrist, he waved it towards the painting.

Crackling, crackling sounds, like rain.

Those bright red paints fell on the white paper, speckled like raindrops.

People were very surprised and thought, what is Zhan doing?

He Zhan ignored it, changed the branch, dipped in some ink, and continued to paint quietly.

An ink line appeared between the red dots all over the paper.

The ink line is extremely thin and light, and you may not even see it if you don't look carefully.

People gradually understood what he was doing.

That is the plum branch stretching into the distance.

And what about those blood-red spots? Is it the plum blossoms on the branches?

How many plum blossoms are there?

The porch was quiet.

People were shocked and speechless.

What happened overnight?