Chapter 347 Time for a Flower to Fall

Hearing this sentence, Jing Jiu was a little puzzled.

In his eyes, he is still the same as before, but he doesn't know that in the eyes of others, his aura is clearer and full of immortality.

Jing Jiu didn't understand what was going on until he remembered the reminder from the Underworld Emperor.

Just at this moment, the wind passed through the courtyard, and the scent of flowers hit him and landed on his face.

He took a bite, the breath in his body was slightly turbid, and the erratic feeling weakened a little.

Bai Zao blinked her eyes, wondering if her eyes were dazzled, but she still felt that Jing Jiu was very different from a few years ago.

"What are you doing in Chaoge City?" Jing Jiu asked.

Meeting again after a few years, suddenly hearing such a question, changing to another woman, I must be disappointed and even resentful.

But Bai Zao knew that his temperament was like this, he didn't intend to be indifferent or keep a distance, he just smiled.

"I came to Prince Jingxin's mansion because it was agreed a long time ago."

When she left Yunmeng Mountain, Chaoge City was still quiet. Who would have thought that such a big event would happen in Zhenmo Prison.

Prince Jing Xin's mansion has now become a prison, so she naturally won't go there again, so she came to Jing's house to have a look.

She didn't know that Jing Jiu was here, but she came here for him.

The so-called chance encounter, there must always be someone who goes to the other party first.

Jing Jiu said, "I just came out not long ago."

According to his temperament, naturally he would not take the initiative to say what he has done in these years.

Bai Zao asked, "Where have you been these few years?"

"I am practicing in the forbidden area of ​​the palace..."

Jing Jiu said the answer he had prepared in advance.

Bai Zao was silent for a while, and said: "Gu Qing is now Prince Jing Yao's husband, you have been meditating in the palace for three years, what exactly is Qing Shan planning to do?"

Jing Jiu said, "I don't like Jing Xin. What happened recently also proves that he is not qualified to succeed the God Emperor."

He disagreed that Jing Xin's succession to the throne had nothing to do with the Zhenmo Prison, or even Jing Xin's attempt to kill Zhao Layue back then. He simply didn't like this person.

Later, he learned that Jing Xin's mother was Master Bai's apprentice, and his attitude became even firmer.

Bai Zao said: "Could it be that the Qingshan sect really doesn't mind the blood of the fox demon flowing in the body of the next emperor? Don't forget that Concubine Hu Gui will be the queen mother at that time."

"Jing Xin will not become the emperor, it is inevitable, so Jing Yao is the only choice."

Jing Jiu's tone was very flat, but there was a sense of irresistibility.

Sensing the change in his tone, Bai Zao confirmed that he had made a breakthrough, and said earnestly, "Congratulations."

She is really happy.

The entire Chaotian Continent knew that in the snowy field, Jing Jiu had burned his sword energy for six years in order to allow her to survive the extreme cold. Later, it seemed that he was affected by this, and his realm remained stagnant. It doesn't matter how much Jing Jiu's realm has improved, or whether he has reached Wuzhang, but as long as there is a change, it is a good thing.

Jing Jiu's eyes fell on her body, and he felt that her golden core was complete, and even showed signs of becoming a baby, which was equivalent to reaching the first stage of the Qingshan sect.

Although not as fast as Zhao Layue, but a weak woman with insufficient natural energy can break through so quickly, her talent and hard work are indeed remarkable.

Of course, this is also because the Danzhu Ancient Sutra is very suitable for her.

Jing Jiu said: "If you have a chance in the future, you can go to Shuiyue Temple to ask for advice. The foundation of this set of exercises comes from here."

Hearing Shuiyue Temple, Bai Zao didn't know what to think of, and said softly: "I always feel that the world of cultivation in the future will not be as peaceful as it is now."

Jing Jiu said, "There has never been true peace in the world."

Bai Zao walked to the window, looked him in the eyes and said seriously: "But it's not like there are many things happening now, I'm not sure what the results of those things will bring, Yunmeng Mountain has been extremely unsatisfactory these years, accidents happened one after another, it seems that someone is dealing with us in the dark."

Jing Jiu didn't speak.

The spiritual impact brought by Canglong's death to the disciples of the Zhongzhou School was far greater than that of Luo Huainan's death back then.

Bai Zao didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly, with a focused and serious expression, as if admiring a painting.

Jing Jiu asked, "What's wrong?"

Bai Zao said, "It's really pretty."

Jing Jiu said, "You have seen it."

Bai Zao said: "I'm afraid that the chances of seeing you will be less and less in the future, so I will take a few more glances while I can still see you."

There was an accident in Zhenmo Prison, Yue Qianmen and Xiang Wanshu and other practitioners from Zhongzhou wanted to enter, but they were stopped by the court.

During the investigation after the incident, the head Duhai monk of the Law Hall of Guocheng Temple, who has always been known for his tolerance and benevolence, acted so tough, which made the Zhongzhou faction extremely embarrassed.

There is a weird taste in these things.

More importantly, the candidate for the next God Emperor supported by the Zhongzhou faction and the Qingshan sect is different, which is an unsolvable problem.

The relationship between the two leaders of the Righteous Path, which has improved slightly in the past ten years, is about to deteriorate again.

As the future head of the Zhongzhou faction, no matter how much Bai Zao likes Jing Jiu, and how can he be with him, both sides may find it difficult to be friends.

Looking at the weak girl in front of the window, Jing Jiu was silent for a while, then walked out of the house and came under the crabapple tree.

The setting sun has already set in the west, the twilight is getting thicker, and the petals falling from the branches seem to be burning.

The street outside the house is still deserted, only the sound of building construction can be heard.

Bai Zao went back under the crabapple tree and looked up at him.

"Cultivating the Tao is ourselves. We should accept the influence of sect, origin, surname, blood... these innate things, but not be influenced by them."

Jing Jiu's voice was like falling flowers in the twilight, seemingly enthusiastic, but actually cold.

Bai Zao said: "We have always wanted to transcend the limitations of sects, origins, and even bloodlines. It is the same reason."

She said we were herself, Tong Yan, and the dead Luo Huainan, Guo Nanshan and other Liangwang Peak disciples, and young people with ambitions and pursuits in various sects.

Of course Jing Jiu knew this, because Liu Shisui was like that, so he thought for a while and said, "I wish you success."

Just because he doesn't like the taste and method similar to Liangwang Peak doesn't mean he wants these young people to fail.

"You mentioned Shuiyue Temple just now, which reminded me of one thing."

Bai Zao said: "Junior Sister Guo Dong is also one of us, but maybe we shouldn't call her Junior Sister."

Jing Jiu's eyes moved slightly, and he said, "I don't understand what you mean."

Bai Zao said: "This is what Brother Tong Yan said."

Jing Jiu had an impression of Donghua.

Back then at the Chaoge City Meihui, he and Zhao Layue left to meet Tianjinren, listening to the sound of the piano on the mountain road.

It was the piano sound of beginners, but it could frighten the world.

At that time, he felt that the sound of the piano was quite like an old friend.

Junior sister Guodong is not a junior sister.

The wind of an old friend is an old friend.

The crabapple flowers falling from the top of the tree suddenly stopped in the air and stopped in front of Jing Jiu.

I don't know how long it took, he blinked his eyes.

Begonia flowers continue to fall.

Jing Jiu understood many things.

"Where is the winter?" he asked.