Zhao Layue raised her eyebrows, thinking that was of course, but there were still a lot of puzzles, and asked, "But why did she want to borrow the immortal urn to come back?"
”This is also something that Liu Ci can't understand, what the cultivator pursues is to ascend to become an immortal, and he has already become an immortal, why do he want to return to the old land?
Jing Jiu said: "Maybe it's because of fear. ”Zhao Layue said: "She is still alive in Jingyang, and after discovering the truth, she took revenge on the disciples and grandchildren of Yunmeng Mountain, so she wants to use her clone to come back and stare at you?"
”Jing Jiu said: "That's not real fear, she left the immortal urn like leaving a way back, or a way back. ”Zhao Layue asked seriously: "What is she afraid of?"
”Jing Jiu said: "The sea and the sky seem to be vast, and there are boundaries after all, but that world is a truly boundless space, where you can't find a foothold, no reference, no companions, no place to come and no place to go, this is the beginning of real fear." ”Zhao Layue was silent for a while, and said: "The Dao heart is gradually lonely, and the lonely obstacle is gradually born?
”"Yes, there, the projection of the self's existence in the spiritual world will be magnified countless times, gradually devouring the ontology."
Jing Jiu said: "What she fears is infinity and being in infinity. ”Zhao Layue probably understood what he meant, and then asked, "Why are you saying this to me?"
”Regarding the matter of Jingyang's real ascension, about the secrets of the immortals and that world, I believe that Jing Jiu has never said it to anyone, except her.This kind of trust or expectation puts a lot of pressure on her."
In the future, you will always have to go to that world, and it doesn't hurt to know the situation in advance."
Jing Jiu's tone was as if her ascension was inevitable.Zhao Layue felt more pressure.For more than a thousand years, there have only been two ascendants in the Chaotian Continent, White Blade and Jingyang, who are born with a Dao species, full of confidence in cultivation, and do not dare to be so optimistic.Jing Jiu put down the Yin wooden comb and began to braid her, using only one right hand, and the movements were also very relaxed.He only said these words to Zhao Layue, naturally there were other reasons, such as that she had nothing to do with the past, that is, he couldn't fully trust Liu Ci and Yuan Qijiao, but he trusted her very much.Because she was the heir he saw at a glance in the Xiaoxue in Chaoge City, and she didn't forget him after she became a disciple of Qingshan.As a natural Dao seed who was cultivated by Qingshan, she didn't need to do anything to have an incomparably better future, but she still took the risk and investigated that matter, just to seek justice for him.At the Chengjian Conference, she was the object of competition for all the division commanders, that is, Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing both wanted to accept her as a personal disciple, but she chose to ascend to the end of the god peak and renew his inheritance, even if she was covered in bruises, she still moved forward.It was from that night that Jing Jiu decided to pass on everything he had learned to her without reservation.In his mind, with Xiao Layue's natural nature, and then inherit his Dao Law Sword Learning, if he can't soar, it will really be unreasonable.Since there is no heavenly reason, then what do you want to do, and when the time comes, you will be directly killed.Zhao Layue threw the braid in front of her, looked back at his clenched left hand, and asked with some worry, "Then what now?"
”It is impossible for Bai Dao to calculate that after Jingyang fell from the immortal world, he would still be alive, and the immortal urn he left behind would actually fall into his hands.All this is just a coincidence, not a set game, but it is still an extremely severe test for Jing Jiu, and it can even be said that it is a matter of life and death.There was only one path in front of him, and that was to refine the Immortal Jar, otherwise the Immortal Consciousness in the Immortal Jar would slowly infiltrate his body and Dao Heart until it was secretly occupied.The problem is that if you want to refine the immortal urn, how can it be so easy.He was very calm and calm when he told Liu Ci that he wanted to refine the immortal jar, but Liu Ci could see that he was not confident.In the Qingtian Jian Illusion Realm, when he stretched out his hand to the bronze tripod, he already felt that if the immortal qi hidden in the immortal urn was really released, it would have an incomparably huge power, and it would be difficult for even the great things in the Tongtian Realm to resist head-on.It is very difficult to refine the immortal urn without touching the immortal qi inside.The most difficult thing was that the level of immortal consciousness left by the white blade was too high, and it was far beyond all the cultivators in the Chaotian Continent."
I might really have to go to a friend for help this time."
Jing Jiu looked above the cave house.The blue sky is incomparably deep, and there is not much taste of autumn.Naturally, he is not the empress in the depths of the snowfield, nor is he a giant friend in another continent.Zhao Layue followed his line of sight and looked at the sky, a little puzzled, more curious.A few years ago, Jing Jiu said that she was going to find a friend to help solve the problem of the sword ghost, and at that time, she and Gu Qing and others were thinking that you actually have friends?
What happened later proved that Jing Jiu did have friends, and his friend was the last Hades Emperor.Zhao Layue wanted to know who he was going to find this time, and what an earth-shattering big man he was.Jing Jiu knew what she was thinking, looked at the sky and was silent for a while, and said, "He's dead." ”………… Twilight shrouds Koseiji Temple.The pine forest is as warm as a fire, and the slanting sun of Tallinn is infinite.There are hundreds of high or low stone pagodas in Tallinn, where the great monks of Guocheng Temple are buried, but there is no gloomy meaning, just tranquility.Yin San sat on the stone steps in front of the meditation hall, the bone flute was close to his lips, his fingers were silently pressed, and he was blowing a silent tune, there was no sense of sadness, it was still quiet.Xuanyin Ancestor walked out of the house, stood behind him, and listened in silence to him after playing this silent tune before he began to speak."
The person in the Demon Suppression Prison is Jing Jiu, why didn't this news spread to the Zhongzhou faction?"
Yin San put down the bone flute, wiped it seriously with his sleeve, inserted it back into his waist, and replied: "If you can't even see this, how can Zhongzhou occupy the Yunmeng spiritual vein for 30,000 years?"
”Xuanyin Old Ancestor rubbed his somewhat reddened nose and said, "But you can tell them Jing Jiu's true identity." ”The corners of his labial lips curled slightly, revealing a slightly mocking smile, and said: "Over the years, countless details related to him have been saying the same thing, he is like standing on the top of the peak of the end of the god and shouting that I am Jingyang, do you think this is trying to hide his true identity?"
”Xuanyin Ancestor sighed: "If the thoughts of the two real people can be guessed thoroughly, how could I have lost so badly back then." ”Yin San stood up and said indifferently: "He needs the eyes and guesses of others to determine who he really is. ”Xuanyin Ancestor was slightly shocked when he heard this, and said, "Could it be that he has lost his memory?"
”Yin San sneered slightly: "No, he's just dodging." ”Xuanyin Old Ancestor looked at his side face, squinted slightly and said, "Then who is he?"
”Yin San patted the dust and said, "I said before, no matter who he is, it's not Jingyang anyway. ”Xuanyin Ancestor was silent for a while and said, "This matter is really interesting. ”"But I think it's a little sad."
Yin San walked towards Tallinn, and soon disappeared into the twilight.Xuanyin Ancestor looked at the twilight, and his slightly squinted eyes revealed a strange look.At this time, he was like an old dog, but an old lion who wanted to return to the lion pack, resolute and full of patience.The dusk drum sounded, and it was time for dinner in Guocheng Temple, and the ancestor of Xuanyin came to the stove room in the front yard with the food box and found the fat monk he knew.The two hid in the corner of the porch, opened the food box, and a large marinated pig's trotters jumped into their eyes.On the left side of the large pig's trotters are a few pieces of fresh soycotyledons, and on the right are a few pieces of pickled soycotyledons, each with its own flavor.The fat monk looked at the pig's trotters, couldn't help but drool, and said: "The meat is really fragrant, everything is fine in the West Sea, and he is not tired of eating, and he is trying to persuade that person to be tempted." ”His voice was very low, and with the effect of saliva, his words were a little unclear, but it was clear that this was not nonsense such as pork piercing intestines.The ancestor held the pig's trotters and gnawed hard, even the belt meat ripped off a small half catty, and said vaguely: "Only one sword, kill two real people, even the meat with the skin, leave a name in history, hurt the muscles and bones, earth-shattering, full of fragrant and greasy, why not be tempted?"
”The fat monk said with a bitter face, "You forgot to put salt......
What about Aoyama?
”The ancestor wiped his face, his face was full of oil, and he said disdainfully: "I have pickled it in advance, he is not without a master, if he doesn't eat, he will stop his mouth, useless things." ”The fat monk thought stupidly, just like you are now, your temper is still so big?
That master is also a sword escape, although he was trapped in Kirishima in the South China Sea by Qingshan, but he is also peaceful, how can you be like you, a sword escapee, can only secretly eat meat in the temple and be a dog every day?
………… Passing through the Tallinn and pine forests, passing through the side hall and the side gate, you will come to the cliff and you will see the vegetable garden below.The sun was setting, with a squeak, the door of the house was pushed open, and Xiaohe walked out with a medicine pot.Yin San looked at this scene, listened to the coughing sound coming from the house, and raised his eyebrows slightly.Liu came back from Yunmeng Mountain at the age of ten, but there was no joy on the little fox spirit's face, and it seemed that the situation was not very good.His problem of the conflict between different species of true qi has improved after practicing the Dharma of Guocheng Temple, and it has begun to become serious again in the past two years.Zenzi once wrote a letter recommending him to go to Yimaozhai to learn the Tao, if he can really master this Tao, he should be able to completely solve the problems in the body, but for some reason, Liu Shishi did not go.Yin San knew about this and thought it was very interesting.As the twilight grew thicker and the sky darkened, he suddenly made a decision.He walked into the vegetable garden, pushed open the door of the house, looked at Liu Shi-year-old and said calmly, "Is there any wine?"
I want to have two drinks today. ”………… (I was a little nervous before this chapter was written, just like yesterday in the lunar month, but I wrote and wrote, and changed and changed that.)It's like Chen Pipi in the night TV series, that's what it means, it's not an advertisement, I really think that actor is so cute, and the song is really good, don't believe you guys to listen to it!
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