After saying this sentence in winter, the vegetable garden house was quiet for a long time.Back then, Pei Baifa was conspired by the heavens, defeated by the hands of the Xihai Sword God, and suffered serious losses, and he was in retreat for many years to repair the realm, but it was still the season when the oil ran out and the lamp dried up.Tong Yan had already calculated this reason and was silent.He Zhan suddenly said, "What can I do?"
”There are Tonglu and Su Ziye in this bureau, and the most important Mr.
Pei is of course not less, but there is no name for him.Tong Yan's arrangement of this bureau is already a contribution, doesn't he do anything?
The winter said: "You have cleared your intestines in Baotong Zen Temple for half a year, it should be clean, follow me to Guocheng Temple." ”If it was usual, He Zhan would definitely yell that he should not be a monk, but at this time he just watched the winter quietly and did not speak.After all, what is close is what is pro.Tong Yan calculated what would happen to his friend next, smiled and said goodbye.He left the vegetable garden, where he had lived for a long time, and walked down the hill along a path paved with stone chips.When he came to the edge of the misty village, he looked back and saw that the two big characters on the plaque of the Baotong Monastery were faintly visible.He thought silently, Mr.
Pei was begging for death, even if it was successful, how could he not die?
If you want to change the final ending, unless other righteous sects take action together, but Guocheng Temple will not do this, Zhongzhou and Qingshan ......
It won't move.The sword god of the West Sea slashed Yuntai with one sword, and also cut down the excuse of Zhongzhou and Qingshan.Mr.
Pei can make a move, it is because of the grudge between Wuenmen and the Xihai Sword Sect, and also because of the grudge between him and the Xihai Sword God.What more could he do?
No matter how strong the computing power is, after all, sometimes it is poor, who can calculate everything between heaven and earth?
I heard that the Jingjiu realm was stagnant, and he had already left Qingshan and went to the outside world to think about the way to break through the realm.Many cultivators try to travel the world to find an opportunity to break through the realm when their realm is stagnant, but not all of them get what they want.In fact, the losers are always the majority, and there are still many cultivators who gradually give up hope in the process of traveling all over the world, pinning their affection on the mountains and rivers, and finally sleeping with the mountains and rivers.Tong Yan believed that Jing Jiu would not have such an ending because he had played chess with Jing Jiu.Jing Jiu didn't calculate the whole game clearly, and he would definitely not fall behind, so he must have figured out everything behind before leaving Qingshan.But what's the point of figuring it all out?
Mr.
Pei spent the last three years of his life doing this because he wanted to do it, not because he figured out that he could do it.What about me?
I still have 800 years left in my life, which seems like a long time, but in fact it is the last 800 years.What should I do for the last 800 years?
Tong Yan thought about these things, turned around and walked into the mountain village in the fog.………… Just as Tong Yan thought, Jing Jiu had already calculated everything before leaving Qingshan, unless there were some variables from the outside.Jing Jiu also doesn't think about what he should spend the last few hundred years of his life doing.If there are only 300 years now, then try to live another 500 years.If there are 800 years, you will strive to live to be 3,000 years old.If you are 3,000 years old, you have to fight for more.What is the meaning of day and night, should fight for ten thousand years.Cultivation is meant to be immortal.So he doesn't have the concept of how many years he has left, only the specific day, every hour, every moment.Every day, every hour, every moment, he was practicing.This is his life in the Demon Suppression Prison.His discussion with the Immortal Emperor was finally over.The Soul Fire Empire had been completely mastered by him, and then he deduced the prototype of the Sword Ghost Self-cultivation Method, and the next thing he needed to do was to confirm it.After a long discussion, the Hades Emperor had fully understood his thoughts and thoughts, and he couldn't help but be shocked, but there was still one thing he didn't understand.This is the Taichang Prison in the Demon Suppression Prison, completely isolated from the outside world and the world, unable to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, so how do you practice breaking through the realm?
If you don't practice Breaking Realm, how can you raise a sword ghost?
If there is no sword ghost, then how can you seal this new and powerful Dao method?
Jing Jiu didn't explain, and said, "I may be asleep for a long time, if there is something, please wake me up." ”Even if it is a retreat, if there is any movement in the outside world, it will wake the practitioner from a meditative state.Jing Jiu needed the Immortal Emperor to wake him up and explain that he was ready to sink into the deepest part of his consciousness and complete this Dao method there.After saying this, he did not immediately start meditating, but took out a bamboo chair and lay down, then closed his eyes.Looking at the bamboo chair, a curious look appeared on the translucent face of the Emperor of the Underworld, thinking that this must be very comfortable, do you want to make one according to the style?
Jing Jiu began to fall asleep.Neither the sound of grass growing, nor the petals of flowers, nor the buzzing of mosquitoes, nor the sound of chopsticks breaking, did not wake him up.Days passed, and he was still sleeping, and his posture did not change, and his eyes did not flutter once.The Immortal Emperor stood in front of the bamboo chair, looked at his face, and said with emotion: "What a sleeping beauty." ”He is the Emperor of the Hades, he always has to hold his own identity, Jing Jiu is not good to say anything when he is awake, at this time Jing Jiu is asleep, and he finally said the admiration that he has endured for a long time.For many days in the next few days, Jing Jiu was still sleeping, and the Hades Emperor was watching, and he felt more and more that Jing Jiu's cultivation was a little strange, different from the Qingshan Sect, and even different from the Hades, not to mention the posture, even the breath did not change, it was like really sleeping.No matter how beautiful things are, they will still be a little boring after watching them for a long time.The Emperor cut down some flowers and trees, and wanted to make one in the style of the bamboo chair, but found that the materials were different, and it was not the same, so he built a soft couch.He was lying on the couch of the flower tree, looking at Jing Jiu who was sleeping, and still felt that the bamboo chair seemed to be more comfortable, and he was worried that Jing Jiu would crush the bamboo chair if he slept for a long time.As he was thinking about this, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.Jing Jiu was still lying on the bamboo chair, but he felt much lighter.The Hades Emperor got up and walked to the bamboo chair, only to find that Jing Jiu's body did not make contact with the bamboo chair, but left the distance of two fingers, which was equivalent to floating.If others see this scene, they may think that Jing Jiu has become a ghost.The Immortal knew no, because he had seen something like it.After the Imperial Cultivation of Soul Fire reaches the third level, the Soul Fire will take on a stable levitation posture, exactly the same as the current situation of Jing Jiu.Looking at Jing Jiu in his sleep, the Emperor of the Underworld was thoughtful, and his expression gradually became solemn.Judging from the current state, there should be no problem with Jing Jiu, as for why his body floated up like a soul fire, the Hades Emperor vaguely had some guesses.He grabbed the formation from under the flower tree and walked towards the periphery of the verdant valley.Walking to a cliff, he looked at the chaotic darkness in front of him and was silent for a long time.He didn't look up at the blue sky, because the sky was fake, the valley was fake, and only this chaotic darkness was real.………… (I suddenly liked the Immortal Emperor very much.)By the way, two words about Jing Jiu's appearance.Writing him so beautifully is because when I wrote the Chosen Heavens, some readers strongly demanded that the protagonist of the next book must be prosperous and beautiful, I just like the god-level scholar of rebirth, I like Yang Rui very much, I think Meimei is really cool, and it is very advantageous, so I tried to make Jing Jiu beautiful, but then I found that there is a problem with writing like this in the avenue, that is, ......
Lord Jing Jiu doesn't fall in love, so what's the point of him being so beautiful, in addition to making people who love him hate because of love, cover his forehead......
In addition, I recommend the new book of Zhiniao Village here, Ling Ran, a big doctor, this is not a friendship advertisement, because he and I don't seem to have added it on WeChat, but it is just a recommendation from loyal readers, this book is really good......
Of course, the actor is still a beautiful and unspeakable person. ）()