Since many, many years ago, Jing Jiu likes to lie on a bamboo chair and play a game of sand in this porcelain plate.At that time, neither Liu Shi-year-old nor Zhao Layue knew what this kind of game was, and it wasn't until later that he said a few words after a game of chess with Tong Yan, and he vaguely understood that this was a means of deduction and calculation.Many years passed, and Jing Jiu gradually stopped playing this kind of game, and the people on the Shenmo Peak were rarely able to see this porcelain plate and those fine sands, until today.When a grain of fine sand falls, it becomes a picture.The surface of the undulating picture is so smooth that there are no gaps in sight.That's because all the grains of sand were arranged in a tight and orderly manner according to his idea.This requires unimaginable spatial construction and computing power that is beyond the reach of humans.The garden was quiet, and the wind blew through the stream and the flowers and trees on the side of the stream, and they did not dare to make any sound.Ping Yongjia stared at the sand diagram on the porcelain plate with round eyes, her mouth opened wide, and she thought to herself that Master is really amazing, this is something more difficult than soaring, right?
Ah Da didn't know when he left Zhao Layue's arms, and lay on the opposite side of Jing Jiu obediently and honestly, looking extremely respectful with his buttocks pouting.Zhao Layue's reaction was the most ordinary and natural, probably because she watched Jing Jiu play with the sand the most times?
She crossed her knees and looked sideways at the sand in the porcelain plate, the breeze stirring her messy hair in front of her eyes, cutting her black and white eyes into countless worlds.Her eyes suddenly brightened, not because she saw any true meaning in the sand, but because tears gradually welled up in them.I don't know what she thought, she was so sad.At the Meihui in the Song City that year, after hearing the sound of Lian March's piano, Jing Jiu said four words - it's best not to understand.At that time, she only felt that at that moment he had become so far away.Now that she is a great powerhouse at the pinnacle of breaking the sea, there are few things in the world that she doesn't understand, so she naturally understands what the so-called far means.He just needed enough time now to be far enough away."
It's still early."
Jing Jiu knew what she was thinking, and reached out to rub her head as a sign of comfort.Zhao Layue's short hair became even more messy under his palm.Jing Jiu took out a braid and handed it to her eyes.This was cut a hundred years ago when she left the well house in Chaoge City, Gu Qing was steady and meticulous, and he always put it under his pillow."
It's dirty."
Zhao Layue glanced at it with some disgust, didn't pick it up, and directly ignited the sword fire with her fingertips, burning the braid into green smoke.Whether it's the cut hair, or the peach blossoms at the door of the Shuiyue Nunnery, or the begonia, you can do without it, but Qingshan still has to go back.The group left Jingyuan and went to Yunji Town.The restaurant, which has been inherited for more than 200 years, has long since stopped cooking any other dishes, only making all kinds of hot pot.With the protection of the Gu family, as well as the support of tourists from all over the world, and even cultivators, the business of the restaurant is naturally unimaginable, but today it naturally does not dare to take on any business.It's a pity that everyone in Jingyuan just ate a hot pot today, and the shopkeeper could only kneel on the ground, watching those figures disappear from front of him with extreme disappointment.Coming to a certain house, Jing Jiu glanced at the carriage inside through the courtyard wall and continued to walk forward.Although he didn't control the sword, he only walked on his feet, and with everyone's current realm of cultivation, it still only took a short time to cross the long mountain road and come to the Nanshan Gate.The fog dispersed without wind, and the simple and even somewhat simple stone gate appeared in front of everyone, and under the door, a famous deacon Qingshan sat behind the table and took a nap, but he was no longer the one he used to be.Jing Jiu didn't alarm the man, and walked under the stone gate, the mountain wind stirred the white clothes slightly fluttering, like clouds and mist.Zhao Layue hugged Ah Da and everyone followed in.Not far from the Nanshan Gate is the Nansong Pavilion, where Jing Jiu used to practice the outer gate - if sleeping can also be counted as a practice.The green pines like umbrellas are everywhere in the cliffs, and the diligent outer disciples sit under the pine, with a white hot mist above their heads, and the sound of boxing such as shouting can occasionally be heard in the depths of the pine forest.He didn't meet those young outer disciples, let alone have any interest in instructing them in their cultivation, so he walked directly through the pine forest and went to the small building.Many years ago, he returned to Qingshan and walked like this, like a lion inspecting his territory, what is he going to do today?
Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu glanced at each other, both a little nervous.Guarding the small building was an elder of Shiyue Peak, looking at the people who broke into the building, he was about to say a few words, when he suddenly looked at Jing Jiu's face, subconsciously rubbed his eyes, and then shouted, and bowed down.Jing Jiu waved his hand to signal him to get up, put his hands behind his back and began to look at the portraits in the building.Starting from the patriarch of the Qingshan Kai School, I have always seen the real person of the ancestor Daoyuan, the real person of the master Shenzhou, and then the ......
Taiping Zhenren and himself.The portrait of Liu Zi is placed at the back.Jing Jiu stood in front of this portrait for a while, and suddenly pointed to the two portraits in front of him and said, "I took them off." ”The Shiyue Peak elder was shocked when he heard this, but he didn't dare to object, he took off the portrait with trembling hands, and then asked, "The real person in charge, then this ......"
Jing Jiu said: "Whoever dies between me and him in a few days, hang it up again." ”………… There is a mountain outside the city of Shangzhou, there is no fame, and there is no scenery, it is more than a dozen ordinary farmers, each surrounding the yard, quite a bit of old and dead do not get along.In the most secluded and remote farmhouse yard, there is a stone mill that has fallen into disrepair.Yin Feng stood on the stone mill, quite majestic, but the tail feather was missing, and it looked a little pitiful, like a rooster that crows every morning, but suddenly found that the sun had not risen for several days."
Why!
Why is his luck so good!
Why did he win again this time!
”Yin Feng began to pace on the stone mill, looking quite anxious, like a tiger trapped in a cage for many years, and his voice became more and more sharp and piercing: "Obviously, the real person has calculated everything clearly, let Xiao Si become the head, it only takes more than ten years, we can return to Qingshan, secretly regain power, Beidang Zhongzhou, Nanping Guocheng, and then control Chaoge City in our hands, Chaotian Continent is ours......
But why did he wake up at this time!
And it's so powerful!
”"Phew!"
Xuanyin Ancestor spat thick phlegm on the ground, cleared his throat again, and continued to hold an oily meat bone to gnaw.Yin Feng glanced at him with some disgust and said, "How can you get this kind of meat?"
It's disgusting!
Seeing how hard you eat, can't you throw it away?
”Xuanyin Ancestor put the meat and bones in his hand on the stone mill, gasped twice, and said, "I have bad teeth and mouth now, so I have a bad appetite, otherwise why can't I eat?"
”Yin Feng sneered: "I've never seen such a stupid evil demon like you, that's the one of all things!"
You dare to swallow it, there is such a big hole in your stomach, how can your stomach be good?
”Xuanyin Ancestor said seriously: "I'm different from you, it's not the impact of the injury, it's just ......
Some are old. ”Hearing the word old, Yin Feng fell silent, looking at him with more pity in his gaze.It is a Qingshan town guard, with a long lifespan, and there are many years to live, but the ancestor of Xuanyin ......
It's really old.The farmhouse yard became eerily quiet, and the wind blew from the west, lightening the twilight and brightening the stars.Xuanyin Old Ancestor looked at the big locust tree outside the courtyard, and sighed in an old voice: "Real person, I haven't been in the world for a few years, I have been floating in the world with you for so long, when will I be the head?"
”There was a young man sitting in the top of the big locust tree, and his red clothes stood out in the remaining twilight, as if he was about to burn.His left arm had been restored to its original state, but it looked unusually white and tender, like a newborn baby, and like a lotus root that had just been dug out of the mud.I don't know if this is the supernatural power brought by feathering, but even the injuries caused by the sword of all things can be cured."
yes, when is this day going to be?"
Yin San squatted on the treetops, picked up a stone in his hand, and threw it at a mouse in the field.Looking at this scene, Xuanyin Ancestor and Yin Feng glanced at each other, feeling extremely puzzled and worried.()