Chapter 295: The Wise Man

Zhao Layue's question did not interrupt Jing Jiu's thoughts, but made him think more seriously.

What he told Liu Shisui was the truth, and it was also the truth.

For this world, ascension is the greatest evil, but it is his greatest and only pursuit.

So good and evil are like floating clouds to him.

It is only because he needs not to be disturbed in his practice, he needs to be quiet, and of course because of some emotional connection, he will have a stand.

He understands Fang Jingtian's emotional need to avenge his master, and also understands Lei Poyun's arduous pursuit of Pojing.

Brother's one sentence can set off a huge wave in the world, and it is also because he understands what everyone needs and pursues.

The only exception is himself, the senior brother never knows what he likes or wants, he only knows that he wants to ascend, but he can't give this to him.

It's like he knows what Zhao Layue wants now but he can't give her.

Zhao Layue said: "Fang Jingtian once asked Tian Jinren to kill you. It is obviously related to the West Sea Sword Sect and Bulao Lin. Why didn't the master and Sword Law deal with it?"

Jing Jiu said, "I said before that they are brothers, and there is no proof."

Zhao Layue said: "Don't you think Shangde Peak is suspicious?"

Qingshan Jiufeng knew that Yuan Qijing didn't like the real person Jingyang, and the recent incidents, Shangdefeng's handling was always a bit wrong.

Jing Jiu knew that Yuan Qijing didn't like her, but he really didn't have any doubts, so he explained to her, "Lei Poyun was killed by him."

Zhao Layue said: "This may also be killing people to silence them."

Jing Jiu looked at her quietly.

Zhao Layue was silent for a while, then said: "Well, Liu Shisui's practice problem is expected to be resolved, which is always a good thing."

Having said that, she was naturally a little displeased with Xilai Feng's smugness, and Jian Ruyun and others were so stupid, and her breath became slightly thicker.

Jing Jiu knew that she was unhappy, but he himself was not used to it. In the past, if he encountered such a thing, he would kill him with a single sword, or kneel down and beg for mercy before he drew his sword. Unlike now, he felt a little restrained when doing things.

"The last thing a monk lacks is patience."

He didn't know whether he was teaching her or persuading himself.

When Jing Jiu was trapped in the snowfield, Gu Qing once said that it is not too late for a monk to take revenge for a hundred years, but Zhao Layue was never such a person.

She looked at Jing Jiu and asked earnestly, "When will you be able to enter the Sea Breaking Realm?"

Jing Jiu's realm is still in the middle of Wuzhang, five floors away from Pohai.

For ordinary Qingshan disciples, if everything goes well or they can break through the first level in more than ten years, of course it is normal to spend decades.

But Zhao Layue has unlimited hopes for Jing Jiu, even though his realm has been stagnant for more than seven years, and he is about to become the weakest guy in Shenmo Peak.

Even in her opinion, as long as Jing Jiu can break through the sea, neither Bai Rujing nor Fang Jingtian can be his opponent.

Hearing this question, Jing Jiu smiled and was speechless.

Zhao Layue didn't understand what he meant, and asked, "What's wrong?"

She didn't know if it was because the autumn sun in the sky was too strong, or that smiling face was so pretty, but she didn't notice that Jing Jiu's smile was a bit bitter.

Surprisingly, there was a hint of self-deprecation in his smile.

And these are emotions that rarely appear on him.

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Jing Jiu has never been worried about his own practice, and now he seems a bit overconfident, because he unexpectedly encountered an unsolvable problem.

The queen of the snow country gave birth to a child, which brought about changes in the snow field, and he and Bai Zao were trapped in a cold cave for six years.

During these six years, in order to ensure the temperature in the cave and prevent Bai Zao from being frozen to death by the deep cold, Jing Jiu kept burning the sword fire without stopping for a moment.

In order to ensure that the sword fire burns, he needs to keep supplying the true energy, and must ensure that the true energy will not be exhausted. For six years, the true energy in his body has been operating at a minimum, barely maintaining a sliver of life, like the last piece of thin ice on the river that is about to completely melt, or like the last piece of paper in the furnace that is about to be burned.

Naturally, it is impossible to practice in such a situation, and it is impossible to have the spirit to comprehend the world. You can only temper your will to be extremely tenacious.

It's a pity that Jing Jiu doesn't need this, so these six years are completely wasted for him.

He didn't care too much, thinking that everything would return to normal after returning to Qingshan. Even if the state of the previous two years was still stagnant in the middle of Wuzhang, and there was no sign of breakthrough, he was still not in a hurry. You must know that cultivating Taoism is a water-grinding technique. Before the time determined at that moment, the rainwater falling on the bluestone can only splash.

Until a few days ago when he was thinking about Liu Shisui's practice, he conducted a self-knowledge of the sword for comparison and research, and at the same time made an evolution, and found somewhat unexpectedly... If it goes on like this, it seems that the drop of water will never be able to drip through his own bluestone.

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Shenmo Peak had a rare meeting, either by the cliff or in the cave.

Jing Jiu did not lie on the bamboo chair, and Zhao Layue did not sit on the chair, but both sat on the warm jade couch.

Looking at the picture of the two sitting side by side, Yuan Qu naturally thought of words such as red candle, and a silly smile appeared on his face. Then he felt that the atmosphere in the cave was a bit oppressive, so he quickly suppressed his smile, and stood beside Lu Qing with a serious face.

Both the white cat and Han Chan didn't like the warm jade couch, they lay on a jade shoot far away and refused to come over.

Jing Jiu called everyone together to solve his own practice problem.

Zhao Layue thought it was absurd, and thought that if you can't solve the problem of cultivation, who else in Chaotian Continent can solve it?

Yuan Qu felt that this was normal, no matter how high the master's kendo talent was, it was impossible to surpass the master who was born with Taoism. Brother Gu Qing's understanding was also very good, even if his current practice speed was about to catch up with the master's uncle, it was natural for the master's uncle to ask for help. This kind of spirit of not being ashamed to ask is worth admiring.

Of course, Lu Qing would not think like him, the master is unfathomable, and the Nine Peaks True Sword is at hand, how can he be qualified to help him?

Jing Jiu didn't pay attention to what the two disciples were thinking, and talked about the problems he encountered, directly pointing out the main points.

——His flying sword and sword pill cannot be combined into one.

Hearing these words, Gu Qing and Yuan Qu subconsciously looked at the dark iron sword in front of him.

This iron sword inherited from Immortal Master Mo in Xilai Peak is really unusual. After being continuously burned by his sword fire for six years in the snow field, the surface of the iron sword melted and then solidified again, layer upon layer, turning into a carapace-like thing, very ugly, like a burnt poker.

After entering Wuzhang Realm, Jing Jiu still carried the iron sword, which has become an unknown in the monastic world. Who would have thought that he did it not on purpose, but out of helplessness?

Zhao Layue knew about this matter, and Gu Qing and Yuan Qu also vaguely guessed it, but they were still surprised to hear Jing Jiu admit it.