The story of immortality with female support

Chapter 967
The torrential rain continued, and thunder flashed across the sky from time to time. Fangzhang Island was quietly inlaid on the East China Sea like an upside-down gourd. A huge ice pit formed by natural polar ice.

A female nun wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat quietly appeared between the vertical and horizontal mountains not far from the ice pit. These vertical and horizontal mountains naturally formed countless potholes. Drilled into the hole, but in a blink of an eye, it disappeared.

Along the way, as usual, he was almost stiff from the cold, and then he walked into the cave where Xiao Baiye was.

But I saw him walking slowly along the ice pool with his upper body bare, and his face looked very good.

"Yo, you're here?" Xiao Baiye's hair was loose, and his smooth texture was not as pale as in previous years, with a bit of vitality. The light of several night pearls in the cave made his face look extraordinarily gentle. It seems that not only his injuries, but also the shackles of his mind were taken away by this ice pool.

"You look fine." The female cultivator who spoke was none other than Jia Jia. Right now she was wearing a rare black dress, her eyebrows were stretched, and her expression was friendly.

"At first you came to see Xiao once every month, then three months, then half a year, and now you simply come once a year." Although Xiao Baiye moved, he didn't show any anger, "After such a long time, we Of course it’s different every time.”

"That's good." Jiajia nodded slightly, and spoke at a leisurely pace, "It's okay if I come to look for you, and I'm also afraid that if I come too often, it will be bad if someone finds out."

"I'm recovering soon, what are Qin Ya's plans now?" Xiao Baiye walked barefoot on the extreme ice, with his hands behind his back, quite like a leisurely stroll.

Jiajia turned her head sideways, avoiding his naked upper body, and replied: "Master helped Zhang Mingxi secretly control most of Xiuluan and Aoshan, and he is waiting for someone if he doesn't hit the surface right now." .”

"Who?" Xiao Baiye asked casually, without thinking too much.

Jiajia looked up at him: "You."

"Oh. No, what did you just say?" Xiao Baiye nodded his head according to his original intention, and then realized, "What do you want me to do?"

"Zhang Mingxi chose to cooperate with Master because he didn't want to be inferior to others. Everything is ready now and it's only due to the east wind." Jiajia said, turning her eyes to the ice pool, "When you recover, report this injury. Hatred!"

Xiao Baiye walked for a while, walked to the edge of the shallow pool and sat down, with only his legs soaked in the ice pool, with a playful look on his face: "Does Zhang Mingxi want to use my hand to kill Fang Ren?"

Jiajia nodded.

"Then what does Qin Ya mean?"

"The meaning of the master is that as long as Fang Ren is not allowed to get up and jump, life or death is in your hands. Whether you want to kill him or spare his life, it's up to you. What the master promised Zhang Mingxi is only Take the island of Fang Zhang for him."

Xiao Baiye breathed a sigh of relief, and remained silent for a while: "Yes!"

……

It was early morning when Jiajia returned to the guest garden from Xiao Baiye's place. Jiajia walked into the guest garden, but before she entered, she heard greetings in twos and threes.

As soon as he stepped into the guest garden, the young man standing in the garden happened to look back.

He spent the best years and the most growing years on the coast of the East China Sea. Nine years of sculpting carved that handsome child into the appearance in front of him. A pair of eyes made Jiajia think for no reason of that black-colored ancient jade collected above the main hall of Tai'a Peak in Kunlun. It is warm and calm but has its own universe.

Although most of the monks in the courtyard were out-of-body and Nascent Soul stage monks, when facing the 16-year-old boy in front of him, they all greeted each other in a tone like a familiar friend.

Seeing Jiajia came back, he hurried forward and saluted Jiajia: "Master."

Jiajia nodded slightly, and looked at the young monk in front of her. His facial features had not yet fully developed, but his demeanor had begun to emerge. Time had carved him into his present demeanor. Such familiar secular rules convinced these high-level monks from all over the world, and Jia Jia thought to herself that she might not be able to achieve such an ability.

The yawning Zhu Xingyuan glanced at Jiajia and Qin Zhaohe, leaning against the door and looking at them with a smile.

After sending away the monks, the two followed Zhu Xingyuan into the house.

Sitting by the table, Zhu Xingyuan reached out to pour himself a cup of cold tea, and asked Jiajia, "How is it?"

Jiajia nodded: "Almost healed up."

"That's good!" Zhu Xingyuan stretched lazily, "Finally I'm going back, look at this kid, those who have stayed in Fangzhang Island all these years can't think of leaving."

The 16-year-old Jindan mid-term.

Zhu Xingyuan can almost predict what kind of turmoil will be caused by Qin Zhaohe's return to Kunlun.What's more, this kid has grown not only in cultivation, not only in appearance, but also in the rules of the Three Thousand Realms that he is even more familiar with than Zhu Xingyuan.

Often the monks who cultivate to the highest level are the monks who practice the rules of the Three Thousand Worlds. Some people need hundreds or even thousands of years to comprehend, but this kid, at such a young age, has already mastered it with ease.

Thinking about it this way, Zhu Xingyuan knocked on the table and pouted at Jiajia: "Lian Jiajia, we can take care of the elderly, the back wave has already started."

Jia Jia couldn't help laughing.

……

However, within half a month, it coincided with the rainstorm season on Abbot Island.Jiajia, Zhu Xingyuan, and Qin Zhaohe were sitting in the house, talking about the two days, when the door was pushed open unexpectedly.

The wind and rain poured into the house, and a chill swept over her body. Jia Jia got up and looked around, and saw someone coming with the wind and rain, stepping into the house.

Qin Zhaohe stretched out his hand to the flying sword at his waist, and looked at the approacher vigilantly. With his natural fighting spirit, he was very sensitive to the danger of the approacher.

Thunder flashed, and instantly illuminated the face of the man covered in wind and rain.

Eyebrows are flying like temples, and facial features are exquisite and flawless. Such a combination, originally like a wealthy king and grandson wandering away from the mundane world, is now a bit more embarrassing due to wind and rain.

He walked into the house and closed the door with a wave.

The clothes were wet and stuck to his body, and there was a long water stain extending from where he walked.

Jiajia put her hand on Qin Zhaohe's shoulder, and Qin Zhaohe then took her hand away from her waist.

Zhu Xingyuan sneezed, frowned and looked at the person who came: "Master Xiao, you have..."

The four words "the smell of blood" were not uttered after all, and the remaining two people in the room also smelled the smell of blood covered under the wind and rain.

Xiao Baiye raised his head, moved his lips, and silently said four words.

"Fang Ren is dead."

Abbot Island is about to face a new round of reshuffle.

(End of this chapter)