Marquis of Grand Xia

In the Bamboo Pavilion, Yun XIII continued to explain the general situation of Jiuxiao Mountain. Ning Chen also listened quietly on the side, quickly understanding this strange world. E Novel Ww% W. 1XIAOSHUO. COM

"There are a total of five halls on Jiuxiao Mountain, Taixuan, Tianzhu, Clutch, Qiluo, and Xuanji. Among them, Taixuan Hall houses the palm master, Tianzhu Hall houses the sword statue, Lihe Hall is the medicine statue, Qiluo Temple It ’s Hua Zun, Xuan Ji Temple is Meng Zun ”

"Zhangjiao is my esteemed master. I have a strict personality. I am in charge of large and small affairs on the mountain. Swordsman is relatively easy-going. Generally, I do n’t care about anything. I am very popular with my disciples. , But it ’s not bad for disciples, as for Meng Zun ”

Speaking of which, Yun Thirteen scratched his head and said, "I don't know much about Mengzun. I just heard from Master Zun that Mengzun is the highest among the five of them, but Mengzun Rarely appear in front of the disciples, even if I have only seen it once "

Ning Chen listened very carefully, and at the same time, there was a shock in his heart. These five statues are undoubtedly the existence of the congenital realm. There are so many congenital strongmen in Jiuxiao Mountain alone.

However, he knows that in this situation, there are at most two powerhouses with three disasters, which is a lot less than the land of China.

Yun Thirteen said many things, and finally when Jiu Xiaoshan recruited his disciples, he stopped awkwardly.

He forgot that Ning Chen was just an ordinary person, and it was useless to say this.

Ning Chen doesn't care. He can't stay in Jiuxiao Mountain for a long time. How to find a way back is the only thing he cares about now.

Yun Thirteen thought for a moment and suggested, "Since you have no place to go, you might as well sign up. As an outside disciple, stay on Jiuxiao Mountain and do other things. There are not many things on weekdays, just sweeping the floor, not tired , The main thing is to have a place to live "

"Yep"

Ning Chen nodded and responded at will.

"I teach you some mental methods. Although you are practicing a little later now, it's okay to be fit and healthy." Yun Thirteen thought about it again.

"Thank you," Ning Chen said.

Yun Thirteen wrote a mantra and taught it while explaining it carefully, very patiently.

Ning Chen silently wrote down that he also wanted to see how the world's exercises differ from that of Shenzhou. The realm of the realm has clearly planned the land of Shenzhou for a long time, and he must understand the things of this world.

The art of war is important, knowing oneself and knowing the other, whether he can go back or not, it is always right to know more about some things.

Half a day later, Yun Thirteen went out and gave a brief explanation. As a disciple of Xi Xiaojiu in Jiu Xiaoshan, it was still no problem to arrange an outside disciple.

There are not many disciples in Jiuxiao Mountain, but the place is amazing. Apart from the main peak, there are few other peaks. Therefore, the most important thing is the residence.

Ning Chen chose a place with a **** corner, not far from the main peak, and was responsible for cleaning the climbing ladder before the main peak every day.

There are nine hundred and nine hundred steps on the ascending ladder, soaring into the sky. On weekdays, there will be regular disciples to clean up regularly. This task is actually much more leisurely than it seems.

However, Ning Chen was very serious in sweeping. He would get up early every morning and start cleaning. After night, he would go back to his place to rest.

After a long time, the regular disciples who are responsible for cleaning down regularly appear to have reached the top of the ladder and no longer need them to clean up.

The day of the outside disciple Dabi is approaching, and the disciples on the mountain are also busy, preparing for the outside disciple Dabi.

On that day, there will be many big figures from other schools. Jiuxiao Xianshan is one of the most holy places to cultivate in the world.

Ning Chen does not care about these things, only doing what he should do every day.

Wu Zun still lives in the Wu Xian Temple, except for Jian Zun, the others almost never show up.

The morning sun was falling and the morning sun was rising. As usual, Ning Chen was cleaning on the ascending ladder. The disciples of Jiuxiao who had gone up and down the mountain occasionally were already used to having such a person.

Just as the four thousandth order was swept, the heavens and the earth were abruptly changed. A breath of terror came from below the mountain.

Cultivated as a slightly worse disciple, being affected by this powerful pole, he immediately flew out with serious injuries, and his life and death were unknown.

Ning Chen was a little further away. When the mysterious strongman passed by, he didn't pay attention and continued on.

Moments later, the mountain was robbed, and dozens of disciples joined forces, but they couldn't even take a single stroke, causing heavy casualties.

Yun Thirteen was furious, and a sword swept out, trying to stop the perpetrators.

However, the gap between innate and acquired, can not be made up by manpower, just two strokes, he was seriously injured and flew out.

Ning Chen came and calmly looked at Yun Xiao's disciples who were constantly injured and dead, and there was never a flash in his eyes.

With more and more casualties on the mountain, Ning Chen walked in front of Yun XIII, who was seriously injured. After checking, there was no danger to his life, so he felt relieved.

"Brother, Sister"

The small stone ran out and saw a figure flying continuously, and just before stepping forward, it saw a powerful palm break through and forced to come.

Ning Chen's expression was cold, and his eyes were lingering, and the spirit of the whole world was violently flipped, with a bang, hitting the palm of his life.

"what"

The small stone was flew out by Yu Bozhen, and fell in four directions, but saved a small life.

The figure in black was startled, knowing that there was a real strong shot.

At this moment, the ancient sword light crossed, and the sword venerable dressed as a Confucian appeared, forcing him to come.

In the distance, Ning Chen carried the small stone next to Yun Thirteen, and then stood quietly beside it.

The disciples of Yun Xiao who were still alive quickly withdrew from the war and did not want to be a drag on Jianzun.

The war was fierce and unusual, and Jianzun's single sword was against the mysterious comer. For a time, he had no advantage at all.

At the next moment, the dark night figure got rid of the sword light, stepped on it, and went straight to the Taixuan Temple.

"presumptuous!"

Dark Shadow broke into the Taixuan Temple, and a very angry rebuke came out.

After a moment, the black figure flew out of the Taixuan Temple, fell from the sky, and quickly left.

"Do you want to go like this?"

In the Xuanji Temple, a cold female voice came out. At the same time, thousands of rays of light gathered in front of everyone's eyes, condensing into a glorious beauty.

The figure in black was not afraid, and bullied himself, and his majestic palm was printed.

Meng Xuanji's figure disappeared, backhanded, and greeted him.

In an instant, the black figure groaned in the mouth, and the figure retreated suddenly, and was shot again with a palm.

The horror was screaming, but this time it was not toward Meng Zun, but was forcing Ning Chen and Little Stone to be in the direction.

A little panic flashed in the small stone eyes, and he subconsciously grabbed Ning Chen, but he forgot, and the people around him seemed to be inferior to him.

Ning Chen sighed in his heart and was about to shoot, but saw a shadow of Qianying passing by, waving his hand to block the screaming power.

The dark night figure seized this momentary gap, and his body was folded, and disappeared after a few flashes.

Meng Xuanji snorted coldly, glanced at the three people behind him, and said nothing, Lian Bu stepped lightly, and turned into a stream of light to fly to Xuanji Temple.

Jiuxiao Palmer appeared, his face gloomy and abnormal, looking at the disciples with dead and wounded on the ground, his eyes were almost full of anger.

For the next half a day, the disciples on the mountain silently cleared the battlefield, and no one said anything.

Ning Chen is an outside disciple and cannot stay on the mountain for long, so he left quietly as soon as the battle was over.

No one cares. Many people know that this is an outside disciple who swept down the ladder to the bottom of the mountain, just a mortal.

Days passed by day by day. This tragic scene seemed to be just a simple episode. The Dabi disciples of the outside disciples came as scheduled. Many famous masters and secular princes arrived and gathered on Jiuxiao Mountain.

Ning Chen still sweeps the ladder every day, and ignores everything about the students born on the mountain, and never goes up the mountain again.

The small stone occasionally goes down the mountain. The boy on the head is still very cute. The sadness of the child will not last long. After crying for a few times, it gradually fades away.

Ning Chen swept the floor, and the little stones were bounced around, and the stone steps that were easily swept away were covered with dust.

Ning Chen didn't care either, smiled and swept the dust aside, over and over again, never bored.

When the night came, the little stone went back to the mountain, and Ning Chen also returned to his residence and began to practice.

He does not know what state he is now. He has experienced the second birth, but he has no trace of vitality in his body. Even Dantian Qihai is no different from ordinary people.

Either cultivation is exhausted, cultivation is sealed, or it disappears, as if it has never been practiced.

Ning Chen practiced for a long time, and a trace of true qi began to appear in the sea of ​​qi, but it was far from the converging cyclone. It was impossible to cultivate it one day or two days.

Hanyue Gaozhao, a trace of cold air entering the body, Ning Chen opened his eyes, got up and came out of the house, watching the nine days above, his eyes were cold and ice-cold.

The heaven and earth aura rolled around, lingering around, and at the next moment, the figure under the moon disappeared, rushing directly above the nine days.

Nine days of extreme cold ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The cold wind is getting stronger and stronger. Ning Chen protects the whole body with the spirit of heaven and earth, but still feels a bit of chill.

The biggest difference between congenital and acquired is that congenital can mobilize the power of the world, but the acquired cannot.

It's a pity that Ning Chenxiu is completely lost, and his body is not stronger than ordinary people. The more he goes up, the more he feels powerless.

After half an hour, Ning Chen returned to the mountain, dissipated the aura around the world, and began to practice again.

Now, he can't go up for nine days, he must repair his original practice as soon as possible.

Little Stone said that he fell from the sky, because the back mountain only has a cliff, no road, and a big pit was smashed around him.

He did not know why he was still alive and why he came to this place. The only clue was the words of the little stone.

Since he fell from the sky, he must find a way to go up again.

Maybe, what can he show, or maybe, the way to go back is just above the ethereal nine days.