Many years ago, when the Chengtian Sword returned from overseas, Liu Ci turned into a spring rain, and the position of the head of the Qingshan Sect became vacant, and Jing Jiu said I will come.Who would have thought that Fang Jingtian then crossed the sky among the mountains and wildflowers, and Taiping Zhenren asked Ah Piao to make a letter, directly forcing him out of Qingshan.Jing Jiu lived in Jingyuan outside Yunji Town for a while, attracting countless cultivators from all over the world to make pilgrimages, but only two people were able to enter Jingyuan and see him.That was the master and apprentice of Xuantian Sect's Zhou Yundui and Lu Jin, and people thought that they must have gained great benefits - whether it was exercises or pills.Huaibi is a sin, and when they left Jingyuan, they began to be hunted down by the kind of people who were red-eyed by jealousy, but fortunately, they were protected by the disciples of Liangwangfeng and Su Ziye successively.In the following hundred years or so, the evil path declined, and the situation in the cultivation world gradually calmed down, and those who had been looking at Xuantian Sect found that there was nothing special about this pair of masters and apprentices, and gradually relaxed until they forgot about it.But in fact, they did take one thing from Jingyuan.Even Zhao Layue didn't know about this matter.That black brand is not the head token of the Qingshan Sect, nor is it the emerald green Yin Phoenix Destiny card, I don't know what it is used for.Lu Jin took the black card, felt so heavy, and said, "Then let's go?"
”Zhou Yundui said: "If this brand is really a great treasure, I am afraid that it will cause an uproar, you stay in the sect and sit in the town, and I will go through it." ”………… One morning, the morning glow stained the sky red.Suddenly a cloud line appeared in the eastern sky, redder than the morning glow, but without the bloody meaning of the Furth Sword, with a tranquil Zen taste.There was a sword roar in the sky outside the Three Thousand Courtyards, and the morning glow was brighter by the sword light, thinking that the strong man of the Qingshan Sect was coming here.The lotus cloud illuminated the newly blooming flowers of the lotus pond, and also illuminated the small bridge, and with a soft snap, a pair of feet as white as lotus fell on the bridge.Zhao Layue, Zhuo Rusui, Yuan Qu, and Que Niang saluted to the monk on the bridge who was still like a child: "I've seen Zenzi." ”Zenzi finished the matter at the whirlpool, and on the way back to Baicheng, he made a special detour to Ohara Castle, and the robe was full of openings cut by the sea breeze and salt flowers.Liu Shi-year-old asked, "Is there a problem over there?"
”"Your teacher is over there to wrap it up."
Zenzi walked down the wooden bridge and came to the meditation room, and the fingers of his right hand were slightly opened, and he gathered them into a light mirror.The morning light in the sky leaked in through the doors and windows, and through the condensation of the light mirror, hundreds of slowly rotating scriptures were reflected, falling on Jing Jiu's body.Zhao Layue and the others looked at this scene, did not bother with words, and did not hold out much hope.I don't know how long it took, Zen Zi retracted the light mirror, shook his head and said: "The sword yuan is gone, it is like the essence and blood are exhausted, logically speaking, he should be dead at this time." ”This is the same as the original judgment of the West.Zenzi continued: "It's just that real people have the ability to change the heavens and the earth, and they also have the magical power to cut life and death, and I don't know if there is any way to retain a trace of sword intent in the deepest depths. ”"If that trace of sword intent was prepared by the head of the sect a long time ago, why hasn't he woken up?"
Zhuo Rusui asked puzzled."
Because he was too badly injured, in other words, he fought harder than he thought in this battle to save the world."
Zenzi looked at Jing Jiu's face, looked at the eyelashes that were gently stirred by the morning breeze, and couldn't understand why he did this, "Now his spirit is also in deep sleep, so he can't enter the Qingtianjian." ”Outside the window, there was a pleasant birdsong, and it was a blue bird on the branch expressing its approval.Zhuo Rusui said helplessly: "Of course we know that he is sleeping, and what we ask is why he can't wake up." ”"Have you ever thought about it, his body is transformed by the sword of all things, so what is his divine soul for this body?"
Zenzi turned to look at Zhao Layue and asked.Zhao Layue said: "Yes......
Guests staying here. ”She thought of this problem a long time ago, so she was so wary of Ping Yongjia, so she took Jing Jiu to leave the East China Sea and go to the snowfield, but refused to return to Qingshan.For the body transformed by the sword of all things, Ping Yongjia, who did not dare to leave the sword peak at this time, was the real master."
I don't know if I am a guest in my dream......"
Zenzi looked around at everyone and said: "The real person once said that he was the point of all cause and effect, so is he still the same Jingyang as before?"
”Xilai once expressed a similar meaning.In their opinion, the real person of Jingyang in the past and Jing Jiu in the current are the same person, but they are not exactly the same person.They are not two identical rivers, but the upstream and downstream of one river.Can the current Jing Jiu give up Jingyang's cause and effect and become the real him at this moment?
If he could, he might wake up.After listening to Zenzi's story, Liu thought seriously for a long time, and then said honestly, "I don't understand." ”He had read countless volumes in Yuntai, listened to the scriptures in Guocheng Temple for many years, and was even more well-read in Yimaozhai, although he still looked at the dark-skinned peasant youth, in fact, he was the most knowledgeable person among the practitioners of this generation, and even he couldn't understand the words of Zenzi, and Zhuo Rusui and others naturally couldn't understand it."
Actually, I don't really understand it myself, this is something that happened to him, maybe ......
Only he knows. ”Zenzi looked at Jing Jiu who was sleeping again and said, "But I'm not worried that he won't wake up, whether he is Jingyang or Jing Jiu, of course he will leave a back hand for himself." ”Zhuo Rusui said: "Didn't you say that the head of the sect didn't expect that he would be so seriously injured, so that sword breath couldn't wake up?"
”Zenzi looked at him like an idiot and said, "Is it possible that a person like him who is afraid of death will only have a back hand?"
”"Your inferences, or rather......
Do you know that I am me today?
”Suddenly, the voice of the west sounded outside the round window."
I really don't understand, but it's possible that this is what it means."
After saying this, Zenzi lifted the hem of the monk's robe and stepped over the round window, came to the lake, and sat side by side with Xilai on the stone bench.Like a white lotus, the bare feet poked into the cool water of the lake, swinging one after another, attracting many fish to play.Xilai asked: "It is rumored that in your previous life, you were the respectable, serious and square master of Guocheng Temple, but after being reincarnated and reborn, you were as playful as a child, what is the mystery in the meantime?"
”Zenzi said: "I have discussed this issue with Jingyang Zhenren, after the death of my father-in-law, I gradually remembered some memories of my previous life, but does that prove that I am me?"
”Xi said: "It's really extremely difficult to prove, just like him, is he Jingyang or Jing Jiu?
Or who would he like to be?
”"I really don't understand, but what you said is right, I am really playful in this life."
Zenko took out a large handful of thin wooden sticks from his sleeve and threw them on the stone bench between the two of them.The sticks were scattered around like this, but if you look closely, you can see that the structure is extremely complex and it is very difficult to disassemble.This is the most common game played by children, and it is also the simplest game, and the West no longer cares about the world, and knows how to play with the sword.He glanced at Zenzi and found that the other party's eyes were very clear, but they were so serious.He thought for a moment, and reached out and pulled one out of the sticks.It's not the top, the easiest one, it's not the one with the most difficult position, it's just a very casual one.The morning breeze gently swept the surface of the lake, slightly chaotic morning light, and ushered in two sword lights.Guangyuan Zhenren and Nan Forget landed on the lakeside, and Zhao Layue and others also came to the venue, and their eyes fell on the stone bench.They knew that this pile of sticks was the battle between Zenzi and Xilai.Zenko reached out and pulled a stick.Xilai then suddenly pulled out two at the same time.Zenko glanced at him.The lakeside is unusually quiet, even when the morning breeze comes to the stone bench, it consciously stops, and no one will make a sound to disturb it.It's a very simple game for children, and naturally it is impossible to stump people like Nishilai and Zenko.It didn't take long for Nan Forget and the others to see the true intention of this game.Zenzi and Xilai's choice every time they smoke a wooden stick seems random, but it is not.The purpose of their choice of sticks is not just to draw out the stick, but to make the pile more complex and fragile, adding countless difficulties to the other side.It's not so much a small game of drawing sticks, it's more like a game of chess, and it's not an ordinary chess game, it's already a little close to the three-dimensional chess game that Jing Jiu demonstrated to people in Chaoge City's chessboard mountain.Obviously, the finch girl has remembered the scene back then, her eyes have become extremely bright, and her expression is extremely focused.………… As time passed, the morning breeze remained gentle, and the morning light became thicker and redder.The lakeside was still silent, and the speed at which the two of them pulled out the sticks became slower and slower, and Zenzi's expression was very solemn, and Xilai also changed his sitting posture.In terms of realm strength alone, Zen Zi should be slightly inferior to Xilai, but after he went to Qingshan to ask Jingyang Zhenren for a hundred days, he has been painstakingly studying this pile of wooden sticks, and he really doesn't know the final victory.Eventually, most of the sticks had been pulled out, either on the ground or floating on the surface of the lake.Only three lonely wooden sticks are left on the stone bench, resting on each other, presenting a sense of stability and balance in an indescribable way.What looked like a bonfire shelf was burning slowly in the morning light.At this time, as long as one more stick is drawn, the remaining two sticks will inevitably fall, unless they are maintained by using supernatural powers, but what is the point of that?
Next comes the order of Zenko's turn.He looked at the three sticks on the stone bench and was silent for a long time, his bare feet like a white lotus gently patting in the lake, driving the disturbing fish into the distance."
I lost."
Zenzi said with a smile, like a chess master who conceded defeat.The key to the outcome of this game is not their tactics and choices, but the number and order of sticks in the final result.Zenzi put down the pile of sticks, and apart from the scattered sticks, they could count the number of sticks that were put together at a glance."
Your deductive computing power is no longer below him.Even if he wakes up, he won't be able to beat you. ”After saying this, Zen Zi walked to the surface of the lake, and the lake water moved lightly, and a lotus cloud naturally appeared.Nan Forget looked at him and said, "Just left?"
”Zenzi said: "I can't beat him, what if I don't leave?"
Back to White City. ”The morning wind sent the lotus clouds to the sky, and headed towards the snowfield in the morning glow.Everyone retracted their gaze and looked at the statue-like west on the stone bench, and felt a strong sense of frustration.At this moment, the bluebird left the branch and flew over.It grabbed a thin wooden stick with each of its two small claws, lowered its head and bit the other thin wooden stick, pulled it out, and threw it aside.It looked up to the west and said triumphantly, "I win, right?"
Should you leave?
”Xilai didn't know what to say."
Don't be ashamed."
Zhuo Rusui said seriously: "You are stepping on stilts. ”………… (I wrote some words, thought about it or deleted it, I wish everyone a happy day.)I'm going to write more happy words like today's chapter, all of them. ）()