Early the next morning, Liu came again at the age of ten, sprinkling and sweeping the courtyard, receiving breakfast food, and collecting leaves, which were very beautiful.Jing Jiu looked at him quietly.Last night, he listened to the conversation between Lu Shi and Liu, who was ten years old.Even if he couldn't hear it, Lu Shi would deliberately let him hear it.Lu Shi hoped that he would be self-aware, or take the initiative to drive Liu Shisui away because he felt humiliated.Jing Jiu understands Master Lu very well, and he would do the same.How can a monastic devote his time to these things?
If Liu Shinian listened to Master Lu's opinion, he would also understand it very well, and he would do the same.Before the avenue, there was no heaven and earth, let alone a son.But what he didn't expect was that Liu was ten years old and tossed and turned all night, and he still came today, still doing those things, and even seemed more energetic than before.Jing Jiu suddenly wondered what the little boy was thinking.However, since Liu Shiying did not listen to Master Lu's advice, he naturally would not drive Liu Shisui away because of such an inexplicable thing as dignity.It was not easy to have someone who was familiar with his daily habits to help take care of his daily life, and he had not had it in the long years before.At the age of ten, Liu finished his morning work, made a pot of tea and put it on the table, and then moved the bamboo chaise longue out of the cave.Jing Jiu lay on the bamboo chair, facing the newborn sun, squinting slightly, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest of the chair, and there was no rhythm.Liu Shinian didn't go to the Sword Hall today, stayed in the small courtyard, standing with arrows, his arms seemed to come out at random, but they were as fast as lightning.If it had been before, he would not have had any reaction to the sound of Jing Jiu knocking on the bamboo chair, but through the confirmation of the previous day, he naturally began to listen carefully.The absence of rhythm is also a rhythm, which still represents the length and interval of breathing.When the day crossed the peaks, Liu Shishi finally finished refining his body, his little face was covered with beads of sweat, and his body was faintly sore.He didn't feel hard, but happy.He looked back at Jing Jiu, who was sleeping on the bamboo recliner with his eyes closed, and couldn't help but grin.After getting along for a year, he knew that many times Jing Jiu seemed to be sleeping, but in fact he wasn't."
Childe ......"
Liu Shi-year-old was a little hesitant, he had never done such a thing.But thinking of Lu Shi's solemn face last night, he finally mustered up the courage and whispered, "......
Can you please stop being so lazy?
”Liu knew that Childe was lazy, and the bamboo recliner under him at this time was proof, and he didn't know how he moved from home.He also knew that Childe was an extremely smart person and very capable, but he finally came to Qingshan Sect and had the opportunity to contact the Immortal Sword Dao, how could he continue to be so lazy?
If the son is so lazy again, how can he pass the inner door assessment?
What if I am really driven away by the immortal master?
No matter how natural the Tao is, children will not hide their true emotions.Looking at the sadness on Liu's ten-year-old face, Jing Jiu was stunned, and then laughed.………… That night, Jing Jiu stood in the small courtyard, looking at the peaks under the starry sky with his hands behind his back, silent.He did not listen to Liu's ten-year-old persuasion to step out of the bow and fist, refine the body through the inside and outside, pursue the perfection of the realm of etiquette, and lay a good foundation for future cultivation.He doesn't need to.If it were divided according to the level of an ordinary cultivator, he would have already passed the realm of rituals and entered the realm of holding gods.To be more precise, when he stepped into the stream in the cave, he was already in the realm of holding gods.Looking back at Qingshan's tens of thousands of years, he should be the one who entered the realm of hugging gods the fastest.He didn't feel proud, because he was able to do this entirely because of the special nature of his body now.Among them, cultivators of the realm of Master Lu naturally can't see through it.Everything in the world has gains and losses.He took out a pale cyan elixir, threw it into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it into his stomach.He took a sip of the herbal tea and shook his head, feeling that the taste was very average.If this picture fell in the eyes of Master Lu or other Qingshan Sect Immortal Masters, I was afraid that it would shock their sword hearts to lose.The pale cyan pill was called the Purple Xuan Pill, and it was the best pill a cultivator could take in the first realm.For the disciples of the Divine Realm, a Purple Xuandan is like a year of penance.One can imagine how precious this elixir is, only those disciples with the most potential talents will have this kind of treatment.Few of the Chengjian disciples in the Nine Peaks of Qingshan had taken this elixir in the Initial Realm back then.Jing Jiu took this precious elixir as a fried bean and was eating.With the amount and frequency of the Purple Xuandan Pill he takes, if he is an ordinary outer disciple, it only takes an hour to be able to hold the God Realm to perfection.Of course, it is more likely that half an hour ago, that outer disciple had already died because of the skyrocketing number of True Yuan.Jing Jiu didn't die, and he didn't even react.For that reason, his body is very special, and he can absorb the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi extremely smoothly, and at the same time, he can also withstand more Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi.Here's the problem......
Too much.His spiritual sea seems to be a real sea, or a bottomless sea, if he wants to fill this sea with the vitality of heaven and earth, he doesn't know how long it will take, even if he keeps taking Zixuandan, it is still very slow, and the medicinal power will eventually run out.Linghai was dissatisfied, and the Dao Seed was lonely, so he couldn't turn into a sword fruit and enter the next stage of cultivation, what could he do?
If the rumors are true, Zen has that kind of treasure that can change time, or he can save some time, but he knows that kind of treasure doesn't exist, so now he has to wait.He had already calculated that in another three days, the Zixuan Pill would no longer be of any help to him, let alone those ordinary pills.Even if he kept absorbing the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, it would take at least more than a year to fill the Spirit Sea.It's really troublesome to have so many days.If he didn't want to attract too much attention and cause trouble, he could also practice diligently every day like other outer disciples and get through the more than a year.But he wouldn't do it, except for the most secret reason, because he found it troublesome.Yes, he's just afraid of trouble, not really lazy.Yamamura spent a lot of the year sleeping because he wanted to know and be familiar with this body.In the first nine days, he had only completed the initial fusion, and it would take a long time to fully grasp the smallest details inside his body.He didn't lie to the age of ten either, in those sleeps, in addition to further fusion, he did do a lot of thinking, deduction, and calculation.He needed to think about why he was here.He needs to deduce the past and the future.He needs to calculate the gains and losses and the situation.It wasn't until he had completed these two steps that he returned to the Qingshan Sect, and then found that he had nothing to do but wait.It was something he had never experienced before."
Is this boredom?"
Jing Jiu sensed this emotion that he had never experienced before, and thought with some uncertainty: "A person like me can actually be boring?
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