Jing Jiu sat on the cosmic front, left the Shenmo Peak, broke through the clouds, and fell on Yunji Town with the clouds.He walked into the restaurant, and when the white soup in the pot was boiled a finger down, the carriage arrived.The glass window on the roof of the car has been replaced, and the Gu family's arrangement is still so proper.A few days later, the carriage arrived at Chaonan City, and Jing Jiu went to Baoshuju, leaving a list and leaving again.The owner of Baoshuju looked at the names of those magic weapons on the list, sweat kept flowing on his face, thinking that these magic weapons were either the treasures of a certain sect, or they were legendary things that had been lost for a long time, where could I find them?
Jing Jiu didn't take the car anymore, bought a hat, walked away from Chaonan City, and came to Daze in a few days.In the summer, Daze does not have a lake breeze to cool off as people think, but because it is shrouded in evaporated water vapor, it looks very stuffy, and even if it is motionless, it will sweat at any time, just like the poor owner of Baoshuju.Probably because of this, there is no one to be seen on the streets of the town, only the cries of cicadas and frogs are constantly intertwined.Jing Jiu's body can soak even molten slurry for several hours, and naturally he will not sweat because of the summer heat, he stands on the street wearing a hat, quietly listening to the sound of cicadas and frogs, and the subtle movements hidden behind these sounds.After Qingshan Sword Cultivator entered the Chengyi realm, he could perceive all the sounds within dozens of zhang, such as the insects and grass movements, and Jing Jiu's perception ability was countless times stronger, if he didn't use the Zen exercises of Guocheng Temple to block part of his perception ability, even the sound of the chilling cicadas rubbing his hands could be as terrifying as thunder in his ears.At this time, his five senses were fully opened, and the voices of the town and even Dazeli suddenly poured into his ears.In the courtyard to the west, there were a few old men who soaked their feet in the bucket to play mahjong, and the foul words were endless, and even the sound of those old men's fingertips rubbing against the patterns on the mahjong tiles he could hear clearly, thinking that you want to be a beard, what are you so excited about touching a chicken?
Then he heard a lot of noise in Daze, and he kept knowing, it was the shrimp eating mud, the fish eating grass, and then they were all eaten by the big fish, and finally the greedy big fish was fished out of the water by a wooden fake fish, and it became the fisherman's meal tonight, so who is the fisherman working for?
Jing Jiu wore a hat and walked in the deserted streets and the sultry summer breeze, not mad because of these sounds, nor did he feel too much emotion, but just seriously and attentively looked for the trace of unnaturalness in the noise of the natural world, and this took him two full hours.There is a mussel shell in the town's gloomy gutter, and that's where the sound comes from.It is very common for a mussel to spit water, although the shell is small and the surface is somewhat dry, and it looks like a dead mussel.Jing Jiu walked to the drainage ditch and squatted down, and said to this mussel: "The feud between you and Qingshan is the shallower, in fact, if it weren't for the instigation of Senior Brother, those grudges might not exist, I think we can discuss some things." ”The mussel moved slightly, not giving any further response.What Jing Jiu was looking for was Emperor Xiao.If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have thought that this sword escaper would actually live in a clam shell, but thinking about that sentence to make a dojo in a clam shell, it seems to be a natural thing.The clam shell was just a camouflage, and it was the turtle shell that really protected Emperor Xiao and allowed him to successfully avoid the search of the Qingshan Sword Array.Even if Jing Jiu's right hand was not injured, it might not be able to cut through the turtle shell.Emperor Xiao's voice came out of the mussel shell: "You have always known that I live here, but there is no way to take me, why should I betray the real person to you?"
Can you still promise not to kill me?
”Jing Jiu said: "You misunderstood, I didn't come to you because of that incident, I just wanted to borrow a turtle shell from you." ”Emperor Xiao said helplessly: "If I want to lend you the turtle shell, wouldn't it be self-defeating?"
”Jing Jiu thought about it and found that this was indeed the case, and it was impossible for Emperor Xiao to agree to his request no matter what.He glanced at his distorted right hand and thought to himself that there was only another way.At this time, a strong wind suddenly arose on the surface of Osawa Lake.The aura that overflowed when Emperor Xiao spoke alarmed the strong man Daze, who had been closely monitoring the town, and the other party was rushing over with the wind and rain method.Aoyama and Osawa have a good relationship, but it is also troublesome to meet, and Jing Jiu turned around and left directly.………… The mussel may have dived into the depths of Ozawa, or it may have taken refuge in a well in a courtyard.Emperor Xiao has been hiding under Daze's eyelids for so many years, and the Qingshan Sword Formation can't kill him, as long as he doesn't come out, no one can do anything, and if he doesn't make a sound, even Jing Jiu can't find him anymore.Jing Jiu walked forward in the lake, waving his hand to dispel those annoying aquatic plants and ignorant small fish, thinking about the last time he heard the joy of the winning cards before walking into Daze, thinking that those mortals were playing Qingcheng mahjong, no wonder he was so happy to touch a chicken with one hand.Daze is extremely vast, and the water is also extremely deep, the deeper it goes, the light of the sky becomes lighter and lighter, the aquatic plants gradually thin, turning into barren white sand and gravel land, and the ignorant small fish are gradually replaced by ugly and fierce big fish and monsters.When Jing Jiu walked to the center of Daze, which was about a hundred feet deep, there was no light at the bottom of the lake, it was as dark as night, of course, this did not affect his vision at all, and when the silver light of the xenomorph Jiao swam far away, he stopped early.He is like a real stone at rest, with no breath or taste, no sense of life, not to mention the Heavenly Silver Xenomorph Jiao, even higher-level divine beasts are difficult to discover his existence - except for the special existence of Canglong and Corpse Dog.In the past, he would take Liu Adaa with him when he left Qingshan, that was because he knew that he would encounter great trouble and a strong opponent, and this time he left Qingshan to treat his injuries, so naturally he would not provoke those strong enemies, no one could find out his existence, and naturally there would be no trouble.A few days later, he came out of the lake, and the water kept dripping from his hat and clothes, wetting the sand beneath his feet.This is already the north shore of Daze hundreds of miles away, with dense cyan reeds in the shallow water, dense woods in front of it, and no people.Jing Jiu's mind moved slightly, and the sword fire overflowed from his body, quickly steaming the lake water on his body, but he forgot that he was still wearing a hat.The hat turned into smoke and vanished, revealing his face.Dozens of sand gulls circled back from the lake, ready to fall back into their nests in the reeds, when they suddenly looked at him on the beach, frightened, and the small fish in their mouths fell like rain.Jing Jiu stretched out his hand to cut off more than ten reeds, just like braiding Zhao Layue with one hand, and made a simple hat and put it on his head.His figure disappeared into the woods.No one knew that he had been here, and no one knew where he was going, not even the ghosts in the green hills.………… In the following ten days, Jing Jiu went all the way north, constantly looking for a way to heal his wounds.In Guocheng Temple, it seems ordinary for the monk to sacrifice his body to strike, but since it is the thunderous means of Taiping Zhenren, it is naturally extraordinary.During the journey north, Jing Jiu rarely rested, only occasionally taking a few bites of the mountain breeze and drinking some dew.He doesn't feel hungry and thirsty, he just wants to do something appropriate to the situation and make himself look more like an immortal, and I heard that the luck of an immortal is not too bad.He searched all over the cave mansion of his predecessor that he remembered and marked in his senior brother's notes, and went to several very famous mines, but he didn't get anything.As time went on, he felt that his right hand was getting more and more ugly.Although he knew that it was a delusion, he still couldn't bear it.One night, he stood on the edge of the cliff and looked at the stars in the night sky, silently thinking about what if that thing in Chaoge City couldn't heal his injuries.………… When I came to Chaoge Castle, the midsummer had not yet passed, and the scorching sun shone brightly on the streets, and there was no room for shadows at all.Pedestrians either hold umbrellas or wear hats to shade the sun, and Jing Jiu wears a newly bought hat in Yujun, and his walk is inconspicuous.Walking into that alley and coming to the door of the well house, he habitually glanced back at Taichang Temple.A few years ago, the newly built Taichang Temple is exactly the same as the previous one, but I don't know if it is because there is no rain moisture, those black eaves no longer exude a sense of forest as before, but blindly lifeless.There is a lock on the door of the well house, and everyone who wants to come has gone out, and I don't know if it is to visit friends or relatives.Jing Jiu looked at the lock and thought about it seriously, but he still didn't remember if today was the day for the court officials to rest and remember, and he didn't remember where the key was hidden, so he directly pushed the green brick in.He only thought about saving a lock for the Jing family, but he didn't think that the Luguo Mansion would lose a precious piece of porcelain because of this.Walking into the study and confirming that the furnishings and the chess pieces on the chessboard had not changed from back then, Jing Jiu nodded, and then looked at Lu Ming, the prince of Luguo, who was already standing there respectfully, and said, "Let your father come here." ”Lu Ming breathed a sigh of relief, returned to the Guogong Mansion through the tunnel, looked at the Junyao artifact that was broken into pieces, sighed, and hurriedly prepared to enter the palace.In less than half an hour, the Duke of Lu Guo, who was discussing the state with His Majesty the God Emperor, rushed back, panting and came to the well house through the tunnel.In Guocheng Temple, he said to Jing Jiu that His Majesty is under a lot of pressure now, and he hopes that Jing Jiu will come to Song City, but he didn't expect Jing Jiu to come in less than a year, which made him feel that his opinion was very valued by Jing Jiu, and he was in a very happy mood, and said with a smile: "I really didn't expect you to come so quickly." ”Jing Jiu didn't know why he was so happy, and said, "I'm going to Taichang Temple, are you still keeping an eye on Zhongzhou?"
”Lu Guogong was stunned, only to know that his coming to Chaoge City had nothing to do with what he said, and said with a wry smile: "Canglong is dead, and there is only an empty shell left in the Demon Suppression Prison now, and the Zhongzhou faction will feel humiliated and angry when they look at it, where will they pay attention to the things in Taichang Temple." ”In the afternoon, Jing Jiu pretended to be a steward and followed Lu Guogong into Taichang Temple, and then disappeared into the courtyard.There is a newly built tunnel in the depths of Taichang Temple, leading to the depths of the Demon Suppression Prison, and there are many green bamboos and wild flowers planted around the entrance.In a remote corner, there is a cluster of purple flowers.Jing Jiu came to the purple flower bush and said, "The bell that has been tied around your neck for a while is from here. ”After saying this, he remembered that Liu Ada didn't come out with him this time, and he was still at the peak of Shenmo at this time.He shook his head and reached out to dig through the soil under the purple flower, taking care of his movements without hurting the roots of the purple flower.There is a white thing buried in the soil under the purple flowers, the tentacles are warm, but there is a faint evil intention, it is definitely not a beautiful jade, nor is it a magic weapon.It was a bone.Jing Jiu picked up the bone and observed it carefully, and said, "Solid, how can you blow a tune?"
”After saying this, he remembered that the Emperor had been dead for several years, and the things he had promised him had not yet been done.………… When he sneaked into the Demon Suppression Prison, he once saw a big demon's bone in that Fang Bitan, that is, in the stomach of Canglong.The venom in Bitan is very terrifying, and its corrosive ability is extremely strong, not to mention the body of a cultivator, even if it is a magic weapon and an immortal sword, it cannot survive.That big demon must be very powerful, and he may even be at the same level as Zenzi's father-in-law, so that the demon bone can be immortalized.Before the Emperor of Hades died, he once used this demon bone to blow a lullaby of the River Styx.At that time, those who heard this song in Chaoge City were not only the peerless powerhouses of the human race, but also Jing Jiu.………… Back to the well house.Jing Jiu walked into the study and arranged a formation to avoid being disturbed.He rolled up his sleeves and rested his twisted right arm on the demon bone, grinding back and forth.At first, his movements were slow, as if looking for the perfect angle and strength, and then he moved faster and faster, so fast that he couldn't see it with the naked eye.He's got the angles and the dynamics, and more importantly, he's made sure he's doing the right thing.That demon bone was really special, and the friction at such a high speed didn't make too much noise.After a moment, Jing Jiu stopped his movements, raised his right arm and looked at it, revealing a satisfied expression.In the eyes of ordinary people, there is no change in his right arm, but he naturally knows that there are still some subtle changes.Yes, he's sharpening his sword.Many years ago at the top of Bihu Peak, he once said that he would use Liu Ada's bones to sharpen his sword, which was to scare it, but this time it was true.The sword is no longer sharp, and naturally needs to be resharpened.He understands this, but he has never been able to find the right whetstone.No matter how hard the whetstone in the world is, it will be solved by his right hand, even the magic weapons and flying swords in the green mountains can't support it for a moment.It wasn't until that day on the Sword Peak that he talked to Zhao Layue about his senior brother's bone flute, and thought of the flute music played by the Emperor of the Underworld before his death, and then thought of this demon bone.Of course, if Emperor Xiao was willing to lend him the turtle shell, it might be the best whetstone.Suddenly there was a voice outside the study.It was a young man and woman, who seemed to be arguing, and then seemed to be crying, and then gradually fell silent.Jing Jiu ignored it and concentrated on sharpening his sword.His right arm rubbed against the demon bone at high speed.Bone meal grows gradually, with a faint burnt smell.His expression remained unchanged, and he stretched out his left hand to grab rootless water in the air and sprinkle it on his right arm and demon bones.After a few snorts, the sound of sharpening the sword became smaller, and the bone meal was wet, and it no longer flew, and gradually piled up on the table.Suddenly there was an exclamation outside the window.Jing Jiu had long known that there were people and ignored them.A young girl stood by the window of the study, her eyes slightly red, apparently having just cried.She looked at the picture in the study, her face full of incredulity, and asked, "Are you grinding your hands?"
Belch......
It's disgusting. ”()