Chapter 317 Sleeping Beauty

After Guo Dong said these words, the vegetable garden house was quiet for a long time.

Back then, Pei Baifa was plotted against by Tian Jinren, and was defeated by the Sword God of the West Sea. He suffered serious wear and tear, and retreated for many years to restore his realm, but it was still time to run out of fuel.

Tong Yan had already figured out the reason and remained silent.

He Zhan suddenly said, "What can I do?"

There are Tonglu and Su Ziye in this bureau, and the most important Mr. Pei is of course not missing, but his name is not there.

Tong Yan's arrangement of this game is already a contribution, so why doesn't he do anything?

Guo Dong said: "You cleaned your intestines in Baotong Temple for half a year, you should be clean, follow me to Guocheng Temple."

If it was normal, He Zhan would definitely yell that he should not become a monk, but at this time he just watched the winter silently without saying a word.

Dear ones are dear ones after all.

Tong Yan figured out what would happen to her friend next, smiled and said goodbye.

He left the vegetable garden where he had lived for a long time, and walked down the mountain along the path paved with stone slabs.

When he came to the side of the village covered by mist, he looked back and saw the two big characters on the plaque of Baotong Temple faintly visible.

He thought silently, Mr. Pei is begging to die, even if it works, how can he not die?

If you want to change the final outcome, unless other orthodox sects act together, Guocheng Temple will not do this, and Zhongzhou and Qingshan... will not move either.

Xihai Sword God slashed down Yuntai with a sword, and also slashed down the excuses of Zhongzhou and Qingshan.

Mr. Pei can make a move because of the grievances between Wuenmen and Xihai Sword Sect, and also because of the grievances between him and Xihai Sword God.

What more could he do?

No matter how powerful the computing power is, it will eventually be poor. Who in the world can calculate everything?

Hearing that Jing Jiu's realm has stagnated, he has already left Qingshan, and went to the outside world to wander and think about the way to break through the realm.

Many ascetics will try to travel around the world when their realm is stagnant, looking for opportunities to break through, but not everyone can get what they want.

In fact, the losers are always the majority, and there are still many ascetics who gradually give up hope in the process of traveling around the world, put their love in the mountains and rivers, and finally sleep with the mountains and rivers.

Tong Yan believes that Jing Jiu will not have such an ending, because he played chess with Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu hadn't calculated the whole chess game clearly, and he would never make a move, so he must have calculated everything behind before leaving Qingshan.

But what's the point of reckoning?

Mr. Pei spent the last three years of his life doing this because he wanted to do it, not because he figured it out and it could be done.

What about me?

There are still 800 years of my life, which seems long, but it is actually the last 800 years.

What should I do for the last eight hundred years?

Thinking about these things, Tong Yan turned and walked into the foggy mountain village.

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Just as Tong Yan thought, Jing Jiu had already figured everything out before leaving Qingshan, unless there were some variables from outside the situation.

Jing Jiu also doesn't think about what to do with the last few hundred years of his life.

If there are only three hundred years now, then strive to live another five hundred years.

If there are eight hundred years, we must strive to live to three thousand years.

If there are three thousand years old, we must strive for more.

What is the meaning of the day and night, it should be fought for thousands of years.

Cultivating the Tao is to seek longevity.

So he doesn't have the concept of how many years are left, only specific every day, every hour, every moment.

Every day, every hour, every moment, he is practicing.

This is his life in the town of devil prison.

His discussion with Hades finally came to an end.

He has completely mastered the Soul Fire Control, and then he deduced the prototype of the sword ghost's self-cultivation method, and the next thing to do is to prove it.

After a long discussion, Hades had fully understood his train of thought and ideas, and couldn't help but be surprised, but there was still one thing he didn't understand.

This is the Taichang Prison in the Devil-Suppressing Prison. It is completely isolated from the outside world and cannot absorb the spiritual energy of the world. Then how do you practice to break through the realm?

If you don't practice breaking the realm, how can you raise a sword ghost?

If there is no sword ghost, how do you prove this brand new and powerful Taoism?

Jing Jiu didn't explain, but said, "I may be asleep for a long time, if something happens, please wake me up."

Even if it is closed to meditation, if there is any movement in the outside world, the ascetic will wake up from the state of meditation.

Jing Jiu needed the Emperor of the Underworld to wake him up, which meant that he was going to sink into the deepest part of his consciousness and complete this method there.

After saying this, he didn't immediately start to meditate, but took out a bamboo chair and lay down on it, then closed his eyes.

Looking at the bamboo chair, Hades had a curious expression on his translucent face, thinking that it must be very comfortable, do you want to make one according to the pattern?

Jing Jiu fell into a deep sleep.

Neither the sound of grass growing, flower petals opening, mosquitoes buzzing nor chopsticks snapping could wake him up.

A few days passed, and he was still sleeping, and his posture didn't change, and his eyelids didn't tremble once.

Underworld Emperor stood in front of the bamboo chair, looked at his face, and said with emotion: "What a Sleeping Beauty."

He is the emperor of the underworld, and he has to keep his identity. It is difficult for Jing Jiu to say anything when he is awake. At this time, Jing Jiu fell asleep, and he finally expressed the praise he had endured for a long time.

For the next few days, Jing Jiu was still sleeping, and the Underworld Emperor watched from the sidelines, and felt that Jing Jiu's practice was a bit strange, different from Qingshan School, and even more different from Mingbu, not to mention the posture, even the breath did not change, as if he was really sleeping.

No matter how beautiful things are, they will still be boring after watching them for a long time.

Emperor Hades cut some flowers and trees, and wanted to make a bamboo chair, but found that the material was different, so he built a soft couch.

He lay on the couch with flowers and trees, looked at Jing Jiu who was sleeping soundly, he still felt that the bamboo chair seemed more comfortable, and worried whether Jing Jiu would crush the bamboo chair if he slept for a long time.

Just thinking about this, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Jing Jiu was still lying on the bamboo chair, but he felt much lighter.

Hades got up and walked to the bamboo chair, only to find that Jing Jiu's body was not in contact with the bamboo chair, but separated by two finger widths, as if he was floating.

If others saw this scene, they might feel that Jing Jiu had turned into a ghost.

Hades knew it was not, because he had seen similar pictures.

After reaching the third stage of Soul Fire's Imperial Cultivation, the Soul Fire will take on a stable levitation posture, exactly the same as Jing Jiu's current situation.

Looking at Jing Jiu who was sleeping soundly, Emperor Hades was thoughtful, and his expression gradually became dignified.

Judging from the current state, Jing Jiu shouldn't have any problems. As for why his body would float up like a soul fire, Hades had some vague guesses.

He grabbed the map from under the bed of flowers and trees, and walked towards the periphery of the green valley.

Walking to a cliff, he looked at the vast and chaotic darkness ahead, and remained silent for a long time.

He didn't look up at the blue sky, because the sky is fake, the valley is also fake, only this chaotic darkness is real.

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(Suddenly I like Hades very much. By the way, Jing Jiu’s appearance. I wrote him so beautiful because when I was writing Ze Tian Ji, some readers strongly demanded that the protagonist of the next book must be beautiful in a prosperous age. I happen to like the God-level Xueba of Rebirth, and I like Yang Rui. What's the point of being so beautiful, other than making people who admire him hate him because of love, and covering their foreheads... In addition, I recommend Zhiniao Village's new book Great Doctor Ling Ran here. This is not a friendship advertisement, because he and I seem to have never added WeChat. It's just a recommendation from loyal readers. This book is really good...Of course, the male protagonist is still a beautiful and outrageous person.)