Chapter 175 Confession
The three of Yin Qingmo were shocked, and they rushed away with the magic weapon.
They rushed there as fast as they could, and Jing Jiu was already there.
Dai Yin was lying on the snow, lifeless, his face was cut several times by some kind of sharp object, bloody and bloody, looking extremely miserable.
The green cable was broken into dozens of pieces, scattered around his body, and there was an extremely small black hole, the depth of which was unknown.
The little black figure should have escaped into the ground along the black hole, and the speed was so fast that it didn't even catch Jing Jiu's sword sense.
The cold wind howled, mixed with snow particles and hit people's faces. It was extremely cold, and there was a dead silence in the field.
Before participating in the Taoist battle, they had all learned the relevant knowledge and confirmed that as long as they did not enter the hinterland of the snow field, they should not encounter too strong monsters. The little thing that flew out of the snow-footed beast's carapace seemed to be deaf, why was it so terrifying?
Yin Qingmo and the three felt a lot of uneasiness and fear in their hearts, and subconsciously looked at Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu silently looked at the corpse on the snowy ground, and reconfirmed why the man asked him to come to the snowy field to participate in the Taoist battle.
As he and Zhao Layue once said, life and death are the most here.
That's at least one reason.
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After the summer, Chaoge City gradually became sultry, but the practitioners in Xishan Juli didn't have to worry about this problem.
In the gentle breeze summoned by the formation, how can you feel hot while admiring the cold plum blossoms in the painting under the corridor?
As time went by, there were more and more plum blossoms in those paintings, which attracted a lot of admiration.
Each painting represents several practitioners participating in the Taoist battle, and because of the different styles of acting, the pictures presented are naturally different.
The painting where Luo Huainan is located has the most abundant plum blossoms, and the painting in Tonglu has the densest plum blossoms.
Even those slightly shabby paintings with only two or three small plum blossoms have a sense of stubbornness and unyielding.
Only the painting remained blank.
When the bell rang, the practitioners were slightly startled, but immediately understood the meaning, walked out of the corridor, and retreated to the gazebos in the mountains.
There are big people coming to enjoy the painting, and they need to avoid it temporarily.
Standing in the forest, looking at the looming figures in the corridor in the distance, the practitioners talked a lot, wondering what those big figures would say.
Soon the evaluations of those big figures on plum paintings spread here, and the most valued ones were of course Zenzi's evaluations.
Zen Zi gave Bai Zao the highest evaluation, and praised: "This painting is well-proportioned and has bones, the most beautiful."
The practitioners were a little surprised, thinking that Luo Huainan was the best performer, why did Zen Zi think that he was not as good as his junior sister?
After a moment of quiet thinking, thinking about the word "proportionate" in that sentence, people vaguely understood the meaning of Chanzi.
Luo Huainan is indeed very strong, there are more than ten plum blossoms on one cold branch, but there are not many plum blossoms in the other companions, and the whole painting looks a bit uneven.
On the contrary, the distribution of plum blossoms in Bai Zao's painting is very even, which means that she is very aware of the abilities of her companions and can give full play to their strengths.
Taking the future righteous leader as the criterion, she is indeed better than Luo Huainan.
"How does Zen Zi evaluate Jing Jiu?"
A famous ascetic asked the most curious question in everyone's mind.
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The young monk walked on the corridor with his hands behind his back, his bare feet fell on the ground, making a slapping sound, like a naughty boy who came for an outing.
But regardless of the head of the Kunlun School or He Guogong, these big figures in the monastic world followed him obediently and did not dare to speak out at will.
The young monk walked to a painting, stopped, looked at the few branches and the large blank space in the painting, and showed a vague smile on his face.
Nan Wang turned around blankly.
It was inconvenient for the rest of the dignitaries to say anything in front of her, but their expressions were half-smiles, with very clear meanings.
In the Meihui Dao Battle, the Qingshan School's performance has always been extremely strong, but this time the usual main force - those genius disciples from Liangwang Peak, all failed to sign up due to Jing Jiu's reasons. Zhao Layue, who had promised to participate in the Taoist war, was forced to quit because of that incident.
Since Jing Jiu was playing, he was of course the undisputed representative of Qingshan.
It's just that his current performance, not to mention embarrassing Qingshan, is really beyond comment.
Because of certain things in the past, the head of Kunlun didn't like Jing Jiu the most. Looking at the blank painting, he felt happy and sneered twice.
Nan Wang glanced at him, but said nothing.
He Guogong quickly smoothed things over, saying: "I don't know what happened to me, or what happened to my companion."
"If you can't solve the problems in the team, but are dragged down by your teammates, that's also a problem."
The head of Kunlun said with a sneer, "Just like Zenzi said, if you lack leadership skills, no matter how talented you are in swordsmanship, it will be difficult to use it."
Nan Wang raised his eyebrows slightly, ready to say something.
At this moment, the young monk suddenly sighed, attracting everyone's attention.
"It is said that my old friend is lazy afterwards."
The young monk looked at the painting and said with emotion: "Now it seems that I am really lazy."
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Zenzi left Xishan residence and returned to Jingjue Temple.
His evaluation of Jing Jiu still echoed in Xishan Juli.
The practitioners looked at each other speechlessly, thinking that this reason or excuse is really novel, but why do they always feel like a rascal?
But Zenzi opened the golden mouth, who dares to question? And looking back, let's see what kind of plum blossom Jing Jiu will paint once he is no longer lazy.
At this time, a painter hurried out from the depths of Xishan residence.
The practitioners knew the identity of the painter, and they couldn't help being a little surprised when they saw the serious expression on the painter's face, wondering if something had changed?
The painter went directly to a certain painting that had been paid attention to for many days, picked up the pen, and randomly drew a plum blossom in the blank space.
People were very surprised and gathered around.
The plum blossom was very small, and looking down along the branch, they saw an unknown name, and everyone started talking in low voices.
Although the plum blossom is very small, and Jing Jiu didn't personally kill the low-level mob in the Snow Country, after all, it's a beginning.
The real shocker is at the back.
After the painter finished painting the plum blossoms, he didn't leave. Instead, he changed a new brush, dipped it in ink, and drew a black line on the name very seriously.
It was quiet under the rain corridor, and there was no sound.
Dao Zhan finally started to kill people.
Who is Dai Yin?
Why is it Jing Jiu's team again?
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The highest point of Xishanju is a strange peak of Lingyun, outside the fence is full of floating clouds, which cannot cover the scenery of Chaoge City.
The head of Kunlun stood by the railing, squinting his eyes, his face extremely cold.
Dai Yin was a key disciple cultivated by Kunlun, but he died like this in the end, there must be something wrong with it.
He had to ask Qingshan Sect to give himself an explanation.