Chapter 1015 There Should Be a Grand Hot Pot Before Leaving
The Galaxy Alliance has been controlled by Zhao Layue and Qing'er, the Patriarch Qingshan has gone, and there is no threat at this moment.
The agreement between Xue Ji and Jing Jiu has come to an end, so what should I do next?
The catastrophe brought about by the sea of dark things is still hundreds of years later, but she is here.
Will she become the greatest threat to mankind?
Zhao Layue looked at Tong Yan and said, "If it wasn't for Xue Ji's survival, we wouldn't be here."
If Jing Jiu wanted Xue Ji to die, he just had to stay on Mars and wait for the solar system's sword array to collapse and the Galaxy Alliance's fleet to come in. Why would he take the risk of coming to the ancestral star, and now he ended up like this.
Tong Yan said expressionlessly: "The situation has changed, now is the best chance to kill Xue Ji."
Peng Lang said, "I don't think so."
Tong Yan was silent for a while, then said: "It's just a joke, why be so serious?"
It was rare for him to say such wisecracks. Everyone knew that it was because he had seen Peng Lang's attitude clearly and understood that it would cost more to kill Xue Ji at this moment, but it could also be heard that he was really relaxed.
The patriarch is dead, and the world is fine.
Only Jing Jiu was in danger of death.
All eyes fell on him again.
He slowly lifted the blanket off his body.
The movements are slow, or clumsy, like not knowing how to raise the arms and spread the fingers.
Just like when he walked out of the mountainside from that waterfall many years ago and walked to the shore to start chopping firewood.
He glanced at Liu Shisui.
Liu Shisui understood what he meant, and took out the Ten Thousand Souls Banner as quickly as possible, and gently covered him.
The Wanhun Banner was cut into tatters by Shen Qingshan's sword intent, and covered the same tattered body.
The picture is miserable and ugly.
Countless extremely dark soul fires left the banner cloth and descended into that body.
Jing Jiu's expression became a little more comfortable.
Zhao Layue tore off a section of his sleeve, grabbed some water from the air to wet it, and began to carefully wipe the blood for him.
Jing Jiu said, "Let Qing'er go through it."
Zhao Layue hummed.
Qing'er flew out, seeing Jing Jiu's appearance, she couldn't help being startled.
Before she could ask anything, she heard Zhao Layue's words.
"Go to the sun and tell Ada that there is nothing wrong here, come back."
Qing'er couldn't help but glance at Jing Jiu again, and flew towards the sky with her transparent wings.
After a few breaths, she turned into a blue bird and disappeared from everyone's sight.
The sword array in the solar system is about to be completely destroyed, and there is no sword intent in space, so she can fly to the side of the sun very quickly.
"The collapse of the sword array is over."
Zhao Layue calculated the time and said to Jing Jiu, "The fleet should be arriving soon."
Jing Jiu didn't speak.
Looking at this scene, everyone was a little helpless.
Now his body is like a house full of holes, and he can only let the cold wind pass through.
That childlike spirit is like a lamp in the house, persisting in the cold wind.
Now that the house may collapse at any time, and the lamp oil is almost gone, how can we keep the flame from going out?
"Let's make hot pot." Jing Jiu said suddenly, "Since we have to wait for a while."
Zhuo Rusui was surprised and said: "I didn't realize that you like to eat hot pot before? Could it be that your temperament has changed a lot after ascension? No... Even if you want to eat, how do you eat now? Everything you eat will leak out of your stomach..."
Zhao Layue glared at him.
Jing Jiu said, "I want to watch you eat."
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No matter it was the last meal before he died, he really just wanted to see it. Since he made a request, the disciples naturally had to do it, and they had to do it beautifully.
Zhuo Rusui moved out the tables and chairs from the cave, and got the seasoning and some ingredients from somewhere.
Liu Shisui went to the forest deep in the island to pick some fresh mushrooms and vegetables.
Ensheng stood by the sea, wondering what he was thinking.
Shen Yunbu stood by the pool, thinking about his father.
Huaxi sat back on the small bench and started fishing expressionlessly.
Zhao Layue was talking softly with Jing Jiu by the wheelchair, but her spiritual sense kept staring at her.
It didn't take long for everything that should be prepared to be ready.
Liu Shisui flicked his fingers, and a magical flame gathered at the bottom of the pot, emitting a steady stream of heat.
Zhuo Rusui cut the coconut into pieces and boiled it with water, then added coconut milk, gradually a sweet aroma emerged.
Zhao Layue watched Huaxi catch a few fish and said, "I'll ask her for some."
Everyone shook their heads repeatedly thinking about the scene of Shen Qingshan and Shen Yunbuying their father and son's heads floating in the pool.
Zhao Layue said: "Do you want to boil the mushrooms in clear water? This is not good-looking."
This hot pot is not for eating, but for watching, so it is very important to look good.
Peng Lang flew out of the sea with a few kendo sword lights, holding a lot of lobsters and crabs in his hand.
Zhuo Rusui seemed to be pardoned, and hurriedly said: "Coconut seafood pot, looks very refreshing, he must like it."
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The clear soup in the pot has just boiled, and the clouds in the sky have also boiled.
The Lieyang battleship broke through the clouds and landed, bringing strong winds and uneasiness to the surface of the planet that had just been calm for a while.
The warship didn't directly land on the sea, only more than ten clear lights flashed, and there were more people on the beach.
Those are the immortals who were taken over from Mars by the Lieyang battleship.
Xianjian Ensheng went up to greet him, joined Master Shenda and others, and began to tell everything that happened here.
Que Niang and the others naturally headed towards the hot pot table, and when they saw Jing Jiu's current appearance, they immediately exclaimed.
Master Shen Da and other previous generations of immortals confirmed the news of the death of the Patriarch, and they were extremely shocked and extremely sad.
The seaside is as quiet as a grave, and the exclamations and voices at the hot pot table are inevitably harsh.
The black-clothed fairy looked over there, expressionless, and said, "Is this a celebration?"
"For them, what is there to celebrate?" Ensheng looked over there and said with emotion.
Que Niang and the others gathered around the wheelchair.
A very deep wound started from the corner of Jing Jiu's left eye, passed through the face and neck and continued down.
The once flawless face now looks a little scary.
He was covered with that tattered Ten Thousand Souls Banner, like a dead man.
Yeah, what can we celebrate?
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"I'm not dead yet, so don't cry." Jing Jiu said impatiently, "Go eat yours."
Zhao Layue didn't eat, but just looked at him.
Tong Yan didn't do anything, didn't plan to eat, and sat under a coconut tree to rest.
Que Niang and the others dared not be disobedient, they picked up the bowls and chopsticks one after another, and the table suddenly became crowded.
For hundreds of years, Su Ziye had always regarded himself as the direct descendant of Shenmo Peak, and when he saw Zhao Layue, he would call Missy. After a few hot pot meals at Shenmo Peak, he joined in very familiarly, but he would glance at Jing Jiu from time to time—he thought that even if the Wanhun Banner was not destroyed, he might not be able to take it away, and Missy would definitely let it be buried with Jing Jiu.
The soup in the pot kept boiling, producing mist, which dissipated before it could enter the clouds.
The disciples kept eating Liu Shisuixia's dishes with chopsticks. Apart from not talking much and the atmosphere was not very lively, it was somewhat similar to the scene of eating hot pot at Shenmo Peak in the past.
Those immortals of the previous generation didn't know that eating hot pot in Shenmo Peak was usually not to celebrate some big event, but a habitual action before doing a big event-such as the civil strife in Qingshan, such as Jing Jiu's ascension, and for example, he may be dying at this moment.
While eating, everyone suddenly found that there was one more person.
Huaxi didn't know when he squeezed in, and sat on a chair silently picking up the vegetables.
"Shen Qingshan just died, can you eat it?"
Su Ziye was a little surprised and said, "And everyone is standing, why are you sitting?"
Huaxi ignored him and kept sending food to his mouth.
She is an ordinary person now, she was so anxious to eat that she almost choked.
A pair of chopsticks stretched out from the side, preventing her from picking up vegetables, and at the same time, a gentle voice sounded.
"Slow down, slow down."
Tan Zhenren walked to the table with the bowl and chopsticks.
Everyone was shocked and wondered when did you come?
Tong Yan stood up from the coconut tree and saluted seriously.
Tan Zhenren waved his chopsticks, signaling him not to come over, and sat on the chair brought by Liu Shisui.
Regardless of his seniority or his status as a great hero today, he is qualified to sit at the top.
After eating a few mouthfuls of lobster meat, Tan Zhenren looked at Jing Jiu in the wheelchair and sighed.
Then he ate some vegetables and couldn't help sighing again.
Obviously, he has nothing to do with Jing Jiu's current situation.
The hot pot continued to boil and the atmosphere continued to be oppressive. Zhuo Rusui couldn't stand it any longer. He turned around and shouted to the robot not far away: "You are also a disciple of Qingshan, do you want to have a bite or two?"
Shen Yunbu said, "Don't eat."
Zhuo Rusui said: "My condolences, people always have to eat."
"Just after my father died, you all ate hot pot. I don't care, because eating at the grave is considered etiquette."
Shen Yun cursed: "The question is, can I fucking eat?"
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"I don't want to watch it," Jing Jiu said.
Everyone stopped their chopsticks and looked at him.
Jing Jiu looked at Huaxi and said, "He said there are some things I should look at."
This is what Shen Qingshan said before he died.
Huaxi was silent for a while, and said: "Actually, there is nothing worth seeing, but you can watch it if you want."
Jing Jiu said: "I think it should be on the ancestor star. If I want to go back to the main star, I may not be able to do it."
Even the fastest battleship cannot fly from the ancestor star to the main star in nine days.
His spirit may be able to, but it is more likely to dissipate in the universe.
"I put one on every planet, so you can see him everywhere."
Huaxi put down her chopsticks, got up and walked towards the cave.
Zhao Layue pushed the wheelchair and followed behind.
Many people guessed that the things Huaxi took Jing Jiu to see should be related to gods, but they were very curious but did not dare to follow.
Zhuo Rusui kicked Liu Shisui, and said, "Hurry up and take a look! Come back and tell us!"
Liu Shisui responded and hurried over.
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Pushing the wheelchair with both hands into the cave, followed Huaxi to a quiet room.
The door of the quiet room closed silently, and the ground began to sink, at an increasing speed.
When the subsidence stopped, Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui calculated at the same time that they should have reached a depth of one thousand meters underground.
The quiet room door opened, and everyone walked into the empty cave.
The dome and the walls are all stone, and there are no artificial traces to be seen.
There is a black box among the rocks all over the floor.
Huaxi walked over and kicked the box rudely.
Countless rays of light shot out of the box. The light keeps moving, intersecting, and merging, and finally a three-dimensional three-dimensional image appears, which is very realistic and looks like a living person.
It was a young man wearing a military uniform of unknown age.
His appearance is very ordinary, with small eyes, single eyelids, straight eyebrows, and slightly raised ends, like throwing knives.
Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui were a little surprised, wondering if this is a god?