Chapter 442 No Matter Old Tea or Bone Tea, They Are Good Tea

Jing Jiu didn't raise his head, and continued to grind the demon bone with a focused expression.

In the high-speed friction, the demon bone kept throwing out bone powder, which fell on the table, and there seemed to be many crystal grains mixed in it, shining brightly.

The girl saw that he wasn't grinding his skin, so she was so curious that she even forgot to be sad, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Jing Jiu thought that he shouldn't be afraid of hurting this little girl and take the initiative to withdraw the formation.

No matter what your relationship with Jingli is, it's always bad to be so loud.

The girl lay on the window sill, looked at him and continued to ask, "Could this be a powder made from jade mud? It's so beautiful."

Jing Jiu looked up at her, thinking whether to knock her out or not.

The girl was stunned when she saw his face, she covered her mouth subconsciously, so as not to scream, she said in a daze, "You are so pretty."

It was nothing new, so Jing Jiu ignored her, bowed his head and continued sharpening his sword.

The girl looked back and forth between his face and the pile of shiny "makeup powder", and murmured: "No wonder my sister said that a woman's face is made of money."

It's really too extravagant for someone to use nephrite jade to make makeup. Even if her family is the top family in Chaoge City, she dare not do this idea. Then she thought, could it be that Brother Li refused to agree to elope with her because she didn't spend enough money to use such extreme makeup and wasn't good-looking enough?

"You...can you give me some of this powder?"

The girl looked at Jing Jiu and begged, "I don't want to be as good-looking as you, one-tenth of it is fine."

Jing Jiu naturally ignored her, and continued to focus on sharpening his sword, ensuring that the angle and strength of each shot were extremely perfect.

No matter how rare the picture is, it will become boring after a long time. After half an hour, the girl finally disappeared by the window.

Of course, it may also be because the door of the well house was pushed open from the outside.

Jingshang took his father and wife to Zhao Garden outside Chaoge City for summer vacation. Although the relationship between the two families is very close, there is no possibility of problems, but it is another family's manor after all, and the Zhao family's heritage in Chaoge City is far beyond that of him, an official of Taichang Temple, so he came back after staying for ten days.

Mrs. Jing took the maid to cook and prepare vegetables. Mr. Jing went to the east wing to care about the weight of the birds he raised. He was afraid that his grandson would forget to feed them. Jing Shang came to the study immediately with a bucket and cleaning tools, ready to scrub the tables and chairs inside as usual to make sure they were spotless.

As long as others are in Chaoge City, they will do this every day.

So no matter which time Jing Jiu came, he always saw the same study room which was spotless and unchanged.

Jingshang pushed open the door of the study room and confirmed that there was no change in the furnishings today. There was only one more person, and he said in surprise, "Ah! You...you are back?"

Jing Jiu was concentrating on sharpening his sword and didn't want to be disturbed, but looking at the bucket in Jing Shang's hand and the rag hanging in his arm, he felt that he should say something.

At first, he was going to say that he had worked hard all these years, but he felt like he had said it before, so he asked, "Have you eaten?"

The Jing family had just returned from Zhao Garden outside the city, so naturally they hadn't eaten, as evidenced by the smell of rice and vegetables in the back kitchen.

Jingshang misunderstood him and invited him to the flower hall for dinner.

Jing Jiu naturally wouldn't spend his time on boring things like eating, but he followed him to the flower hall, planning to spend his precious time chatting with the family.

Gossip is the thing he is least good at, he looked at the silver-haired Father Jing with an embarrassed expression, nodded slightly, thinking that the elixir that Gu Qing sent looked good.

Jing Li saluted him respectfully, her eyes were full of admiration.

Jing Jiu didn't ask him about his study and practice with Prince Jingyao. He glanced at him and said, "The progress is a bit slow. If it doesn't work, let's go to Qingshan."

Hearing this, Jingshang was very pleasantly surprised, thinking that there would be such a fairy fate?

Jing Li was a little depressed, he was already in the realm of Chengyi, Jing Yao, who was of royal blood, was far inferior to him, and the gold priests in the palace all said that he was talented, but it turned out that it was too late? Then there is the possibility of going to Qingshan, of course he knows that it is an extremely rare fairy fate, but in that case, wouldn't he really want to part with Shi'er?

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Jing Jiu didn't know what Jing Li was thinking, even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

It is the best beginning for any cultivator to be enlightened by the guard of Qingshan himself, and he can learn swords with him as long as he wants.

But for things like cultivating the Tao, no matter who leads the door, it is ultimately up to each person.

Everyone has their own ideas, it's not a pity.

Jing Jiu went back to the study and continued to focus on sharpening his sword. His hand speed became faster and faster, and he quickly recovered the time wasted in the flower hall.

There was an extremely slight friction sound between his arm and the demon bone, and there was a warm feeling, which was very pleasing to the ear.

At least it sounded good to him, beautiful even.

For the next three days and three nights, he didn't rest for a moment, and he didn't even change his posture.

Until the sound of footsteps outside the window.

Jing Jiu stopped moving, feeling some soreness in his arm.

It's a rare thing for him.

That demon bone was indeed too hard, mainly because his movements were too fast.

If one friction was counted as one sword strike, he had at least one hundred thousand sword strikes in these three days and three nights.

Even the most idiotic sword cultivator can understand the true meaning of the sword after so many sword strikes in such a short period of time, let alone him.

After three days and three nights of sharpening the sword, he gained a new understanding of the way of the sword, and also consumed a lot of energy for it.

"Pour me a cup of tea." Jing Jiu said.

Naturally, the Jing family would not bother him, and it was the girl who came out of the window.

She is the youngest granddaughter in the mansion, and she has always been loved by her grandfather, not to mention Yangchun water, no matter what season you are, you will not drink water, including tea of ​​course.

Logically speaking, after listening to Jing Jiu's words, she should lose her temper, or at least show a little coquettishness, but she didn't know whether it was because she wanted to get those "fans" or for some other reason, but she pushed open the door of the study, really poured Jing Jiu a cup of tea, and then stood obediently by the side.

Jing Jiu took a sip of the cup of tea, lowered his eyes slightly, and said, "You know me?"

There was a disturbed look on the girl's face, and she said with a trembling voice, "I know you are Immortal Master Jing Jiu."

Jing Jiu remembered the habits of Liu Ci and Zhuo Rusui, and found that it was easy, so he hummed.

The word um is very interesting. With the ups and downs of the tone, it can express countless meanings.

Sometimes it expresses agreement, sometimes it expresses doubts, and sometimes it expresses anger. It also has a slightly provocative ending, but it also has two functions of asking questions and provoking.

For the lazy people of the Green Mountain Sect, it is indeed a skill that should be mastered.

Jing Jiu was naturally asking a question.

The girl said timidly: "I heard Brother Li said that you are his uncle, that you seem to be a real fairy. I didn't realize it until I returned home that day. It should be you."

Jing Jiu said, "Huh?"

The girl hurriedly said: "Brother Li didn't tell me anything else, and I didn't tell anyone that you were in Chaoge City."

Jing Jiu said, "Yes."

The girl felt relieved, looked at the pile of shiny powder on the table, and finally couldn't hold back her curiosity, and asked softly, "What are you doing here?"

Jing Jiu said, "Sharpen the sword."

The girl was stunned, thinking where is the sword?

Jing Jiu said, "Don't come here again."

Knowing that this was the last chance, the girl summoned up her courage and prepared to say what she had been thinking about in the mansion for three days.

"Do not say."

Jing Jiu said: "I don't want to hear any stories, tell Jing Li that I drank your cup of tea, that's all."

The girl was stunned again, suddenly understood what he meant, thanked him repeatedly, and ran out of the study to find Jingli.

Jing Jiu put down his teacup and continued to sharpen his sword.

This cup of tea is cold and has been sitting for three days and three nights.

If the girl had noticed this, maybe he would have done more, such as making the palace's debut order directly refer to marriage.

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In the early autumn, he finally finished grinding that part of the demon bone and turned it into a pile of bone powder on the table.

Jing Jiu walked to the window, raised both hands, and carefully observed and compared the high and distant sky for a while.

His right arm has been repaired a lot, and no obvious deformation can be seen, but it is still somewhat different from his left arm.

For example, the knuckles of the fingers are a little protruding, like candied haws on a stick, and the wrist is still a little twisted.

The degree of distortion at the wrist was actually very small, and it would be impossible to see it without careful observation, but it still made him feel very glaring.

There is no room for nails in his eyes, nor any imperfections.

He needs to continue sharpening his sword, but the demon bone has been worn away, where should he find a new sharpening stone?

Yu Yufeng came out of the bookshelf through the window, circled outside the well house at an extremely fast speed, and lightly hit a blue brick.

The blue bricks sank, the stone balls rolled, and another precious artifact was lost in the Duke's mansion.

After a while, Duke Lu came to the study panting, thinking what's going to happen again?

"Take it back and drink it, it's good for your body."

Jing Jiu pointed to the pile of bone powder on the table and said, "The taste may be a bit strange, so serve it with strong tea."