The destiny of heaven is above, and it is not related to the world.Only the God Emperor is related to the fate and future of the human race, and the affairs related to it can be called the Mandate of Heaven.What the young man in brocade wanted to ask was the succession, and what Hu Guifei wanted to ask was Zixi, of course, both of which involved the mandate of heaven.But what is the deep meaning of Tianjinren's refusal of the two of them with the same words?"
It's just a common trick of fortune tellers, and as I said, the one in the nunnery is very good at bluffing."
Jing Jiu said to Zhao Layue.Zhao Layue thought to herself, is it really that simple?
The boy was very angry and said, "It's His Majesty the God Emperor and the Sword God, and they also have a lot of respect for Mr., who are you?"
How could he be so rude to his husband!
”Jing Jiu said calmly: "If it is not the means of a fortune teller, then how can these two sentences be explained?"
”The boy sneered and said: "Mr. learns from heaven and earth, and there is a deep meaning in his words, where can you ordinary people understand." ”Jing Jiu said: "The destiny of heaven is one, where are there two places?
If your husband's words are really meaningful, can I suspect that he is trying to provoke civil strife in the palace?
”When the boy heard the words, how could he know what his husband thought, and where did he dare to answer casually, so he had to snort, no longer pay attention to Jing Jiu, and turned to look at the little girl.Looking at the boy's expression, Cersei knew what he was going to say, so disappointed, where would he leave like this, and he was ready to make a fuss with a thin eyebrow.The boy said: "Sir said, when your mother gets married, it depends on when the old lady is tired of this world. ”Hearing this, Cersei's eyes lit up, and then he asked, "When is that?"
”The so-called tired of the world is just autumn.Cersei didn't like her grandmother, and she didn't expect her to die sooner, but she really wanted to know something else.The boy said, "At least ten years from now." ”The little girl calculated, she will be old in ten years, and even if her mother remarries at that time, she has enough power to help see or stop it.When the question was answered, she smiled, said a few words to Zhao Layue, made an appointment to meet the day after tomorrow, and left Merlin with the woman.Only Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue were left in Meilin.The boy stopped talking, and stretched out his hand to ask Zhao Layue.Zhao Layue didn't look at Jing Jiu this time, and walked directly into the nunnery.Time passed slowly, and the light of the sky changed among the branches.Jing Jiu stood quietly in front of the hermitage, not thinking about anything.I don't know how long it had been, but the boy walked out of the nunnery and came to him.Jing Jiu glanced at him and didn't speak.The boy understood what he meant, and said, "Your companion has come out of the nunnery and is waiting over there." ”Jing Jiu walked outside.The boy was stunned, but after a while he came to his senses, and quickly shouted, "Slow." ”Jing Jiu stopped.The boy rushed forward and said with dissatisfaction: "You are very lucky, there is still a place on your head today." ”He couldn't understand why he had already explained to his husband that the young monk had been rude, but he was not angry, and even had to meet the other party.You must know that even those princes in the imperial dynasty rarely pay attention to it.What surprised the boy even more was that Jing Jiu did not turn around when he heard his words, and walked towards the outside of the plum garden again."
Hey!
What are you doing?
”The boy was surprised and puzzled, and felt that it was ridiculous, and kept shouting behind him.Jing Jiu ignored it, and just walked to the lakeside in a few steps, preparing to pass through the pavilion with dozens of green leaves.At this moment, a vicissitudes and a deep voice sounded in his ears."
You really don't want to know Jingyang's whereabouts?"
………… Jing Jiu stopped, looked at the green leaves on the pavilion that were blown off by the wind, and was silent.He knew that no one but himself could hear it.Escape the gap between heaven and earth, with his mind in his ears, the other party's divine sense is very powerful, even those Sea-Breaking Realm elders of the Qingshan Sect are inferior.But that wasn't enough to stop him.What made him stop was the problem.The whole world thought that Jingyang Zhenren had soared, and only a few people knew that this was not true.For example, Zhao Layue, as well as several big names in the Qingshan Sect, and of course, himself.If there were other people who knew that Jingyang Ascension had failed, those people must have something to do with it.Those people could be masterminds, they could be accomplices, in short, the people he had been looking for.Of course, it is possible that the owner of this voice heard some wind from somewhere, so he used this topic to pretend to be a ghost, and it is also possible that this person wanted to use this question to provoke him.But no matter what it is, Jing Jiu knows that he should meet the other party.………… Walking into the old nunnery, following the moss green inward, I saw a humble room, with a simple layout, a flower water resting in front of the window, and a grass curtain in the middle.Jing Jiu stepped into the room, the straw curtain rose without wind, and tied itself to the pillar, the picture looked quite magical, he didn't even look at it.The straw curtain is lifted, the aroma comes first, and then the picture.The thin smoke, like a light mist, leaves the incense and dissipates into the air.A person sits behind the case, gray hair, wrinkled face, deep-set eyes, I don't know how many years he has been blind, exuding an unfathomable, indescribable atmosphere, in addition to the incense burner on the case, there is paper, there is an inkstone, the ink in the inkstone reflects the skylight, bright and dark, as if there is no difference between black and white.The old man was holding a snow pen in his hand, and he was writing something.The snow pen is made of fine hair in the ears of the Snow Country Demon, which is extremely rare, especially after a short break in the war with the Snow Country over the years, it is becoming more and more difficult to find.But such a rare pen is held in the hand of the old man, like the most ordinary rabbit hair.Because the old man's demeanor was very natural, he didn't care about it.Maybe it's because he's blind and can't see a white and flawless pen, but it's more likely that he has already seen through the world, let alone a pen?
Jing Jiu walked to the front of the desk and looked.It is true that the ink in the inkstone cannot be seen clearly, but when it is inhaled by Xuehao and then falls on the paper, it can be seen clearly.That's cooked ink.Cooked ink is the ink that has been left to sit overnight, and the ink is gradually separated, and it is written on the paper by the tip of the pen, which has a different beauty.Outside the ink, there are a few water marks, like a paper umbrella in the rain, or a girl with water droplets on her sideburns.It's nice to look at, but the ink is so intertwined that it's hard to say that it's black and white.Jing Jiu was used to seeing Zhao Layue's eyes, so he didn't like it.I don't like it, but it's really well written."
Good words."
He said.If it is an ordinary person, in addition to praise, you should also exclaim a few words.For example, if you can't see with your eyes, why can you write so beautifully?
Then the old man can answer: I am a close person in Bailu Academy, a peerless scholar in the cave, unparalleled in the world, my heart and eyes are open, and everything is in my heart......
Jing Jiu didn't say that.So there is no follow-up.So the silence in the nunnery seemed a little awkward.He didn't do it on purpose, but he really didn't care.In the curtain man's medical hall, he once said that Tianjin is quite capable of bluffing people.He knew that the other party must have some ability.But no matter how much ability you have, even if you really lead the West to become a generation of sword gods, even if you are recognized by the world as the one closest to the Heavenly Dao.Jing Jiu was still not interested, not caring.The old man lowered his head like a snow-covered peak.The hermitage is extremely quiet.I don't know how long it took.The old man finally spoke.He asked Jing Jiu a question."
Why are you here when you don't care about the world?"
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