Heavy rain continues, the sky has thunder flashes from time to time, Abbot Island is like an upside-down gourd quietly embedded in the East China Sea, the whole Abbot Island is divided into three points by Xiuluan, Aoshan, Yangtian three scattered peaks, in the middle is a huge ice pit formed by natural polar ice. %Le%Wen%.

A female cultivator in ink clothes and hats quietly appeared between the vertical and horizontal mountains not far from the ice pit, these vertical and horizontal mountains naturally formed countless potholes, the female cultivator in ink walked to a pothole, flashed, and drilled into the hole, but in a blink of an eye, it disappeared.

Along the way, he was frozen and stiffened as usual, and then he walked to the cave where Xiao Baiye was.

But I saw that he was walking slowly along the puddle of ice pool with his upper body bare, and his face looked very good.

"Yo, you're here?" Xiao Baiye wore his hair loosely, and the smooth texture was not as pale as in previous years, with a bit of vibrant color, and the light of a few night pearls in the cave made the expression on his face look extraordinarily gentle, as if this puddle of ice was soaked not only in his injuries, but also in the shackles of his mind.

"You look great. The female cultivator who spoke was not someone else, it was Jia Jia, and now she was wearing a rare ink robe, her eyebrows were stretched, and her demeanor was friendly.

"First, you came to see Xiao once a month, then three months, then half a year, and now you simply come back once a year. Although Xiao Baiye was not angry, he didn't see the slightest anger, "After such a long time, I am naturally different from it every time." ”

"That's good. Jia Jia bowed slightly, and spoke at a speed that was not hurried or slow, "It's nothing for me to come looking for you, besides, I'm also afraid that if I come too often, it won't be good if someone finds out." ”

"I'm almost cured, what are Qin Ya's plans now?" Xiao Baiye walked barefoot on the extreme ice, carrying his hands behind his back, quite a bit of a leisurely stride.

Jia Jia turned his head sideways, his gaze avoided his naked upper body, and replied: "Shizun helped Zhang Mingxi secretly control most of Xiuluan and Aoshan, and now he is waiting for someone if he doesn't stab the bright side." ”

"Who?" Xiao Baiye asked casually, without much thought.

Jia Jia raised her eyes to look at him: "You." ”

"Oh. No, what did you just say?" Xiao Baiye nodded in accordance with his original intentions at first, and then reacted, "What do you want me to do?"

"Zhang Mingxi will choose to cooperate with Shizun, in the final analysis, he just doesn't want to be subservient, and now everything is ready, only the east wind is owed. Jia Jia said and turned her gaze to the puddle of ice, "Wait until you are ready, take revenge for this injury!"

Xiao Baiye walked for a while, walked to the edge of the shallow pool and sat down, only his legs were soaked in the ice pool, and his face was a little playful: "Zhang Mingxi wants to borrow my hand to kill Fang Ren?"

Jia Jia nodded.

"What does Qin Ya mean?"

"What the master means is that as long as you don't let Fang Ren get up and jump, whether you are dead or alive 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 just to take the island of the abbot for him. ”

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

......

It was already morning when she returned to the guest garden from Xiao Baiye, and Jia Jia walked into the guest garden, and before she entered, she heard the greetings of three or three.

Stepping into the guest garden, the young man standing in the garden happened to look back.

His best, but also the most growing years spent on the coast of the East China Sea, nine years of carving, the child with handsome facial features carved into the appearance in front of him, a handsome face, that pair of eyes made Jia Jia think of the ink-colored ancient jade collected on the Kunlun Tai'a Peak Hall for no reason, warm and quiet, but it has its own good.

Although there were many out-of-body and infant monks in the courtyard, when facing the sixteen-year-old boy in front of them, they all greeted each other in a familiar and friend-like tone.

Seeing Jia Jia coming back, he hurriedly stepped forward and saluted Jia Jia: "Master." ”

Jia Jia bowed slightly, looking at the young monk in front of him, his facial features have not yet fully grown, but the elegance has begun to appear, time has carved him into today's style, of course, time has given him not only the demeanor of the dust, but also such a familiar secular rules, so that these high-level monks in the north and south of the world are impressed, such an ability, Jia Jia thinks that he may not be able to do it.

Zhu Xingyuan, who was yawning, glanced at Jia Jia and Qin Zhaohe, and leaned against the door and looked at them with a smile.

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

Sitting against the table, Zhu Xingyuan reached out and poured a cup of cold tea for himself, and asked Jia Jia, "How is it?"

Jia Jia nodded: "It's almost healed." ”

"That's good!" Zhu Xingyuan stretched lazily, "I'm finally going back, look at this kid, I've been happy to stay on Abbot Island all these years." ”

Sixteen-year-old Jin Dan is in the middle of the year.

Zhu Xingyuan could almost foresee what kind of turmoil would be caused by Qin Zhaohe's return to Kunlun. What's more, what this kid has grown up over the years is not only his cultivation, not only his appearance and demeanor, but also the rules of the Three Thousand Realms that he is even more familiar with than his Xingyuan.

Often, the monks who have cultivated to the highest level are the monks of the three thousand realms of cultivation rules, and some people need hundreds or even thousands of years to comprehend, but this kid has already mastered it at such a young age.

Thinking like this, Zhu Xingyuan knocked on the table and snorted at Jia Jia: "Lian Jia, we can retire, the back waves have already risen." ”

Jia Jia couldn't help but laugh.

......

However, half a month's work coincided with the rainstorm on Abbot Island. Jia Jia, Zhu Xingyuan and Qin Zhaohe were sitting in the house, talking about the events of the past two days, and the door was pushed open.

The wind and rain poured into the house, and a chill swept through the body, and Jia Jia got up to look at it, and saw someone coming with the wind and rain, stepping into the house.

Qin Zhaohe stretched out his hand to the flying sword on his waist, and looked at the person vigilantly, he was very sensitive to the danger of the person who came.

The thunder flashed, and it also instantly illuminated the face of the man with a body of wind and rain.

The eyebrows are flying like sideburns, and the facial features are delicate and flawless, such a combination is like a rich king and grandson who is free from the world, but now it is a little more embarrassed to stick with the wind and rain.

He walked inside and waved the door shut.

The clothes were wet and sticking to his body, and a long water stain stretched out from the place where he walked.

Jia Jia reached out and put his hand on Qin Zhaohe's shoulder, and Qin Zhaohe left his hand from his waist.

Zhu Xingyuan sneezed and frowned at the visitor: "Xiao Zhenren, you have ...... on you"

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

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

"Fang Ren is dead. ”

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