Chapter 464 The Way Is Like the Sky
Most of the Qingshan disciples don't understand the rhythm, especially the people on Shenmo Peak.
Jing Jiu didn't understand the meaning of this qin piece, but he thought it was quite pleasant, so he ignored it, turned around and walked towards the meditation room.
Qing'er listened attentively in the corridor, and when she saw him coming, she raised her face and asked, "Who is this person? He plays the piano really well, it sounds indescribable."
Jing Jiu didn't explain, walked into the Zen room, came to the front of the mountain-like padded jacket, and stretched out his right hand to Xue Ji's exposed half face.
He is more interested in this kind of high-level blood, and wants to study the other's structure, to see what is fundamentally different from other life forms, such as whether she has a mouth, but... in the end, he didn't do anything, so he took his hand back.
This is a conservative choice based on security considerations. Although Xue Ji should wake up in a few days, why let her wake up early and make everyone nervous.
He went to the corner, lifted a few quilts, took out the Qingtian Jian hidden there, stepped through the round window, and walked to the edge of the snow lake.
Qing'er didn't dare to go directly through the Zen room, waved her transparent wings, turned into a stream of light, bypassed the entire building and came to the lake.
Standing on the small bridge, Tong Yan followed them to the lake, raised her eyebrows slightly, thinking that no wonder she couldn't find it no matter how hard she looked.
No one dared to wake up the sleeping Xue Ji, so naturally no one could find the Qingtian Jian hidden under the quilt.
Tong Yan looked at the edge of the snowy lake, not daring to take her eyes off, otherwise what would Jing Jiu do if she ran away with Qing Tian Jian again?
Suddenly more than ten sword intents appeared by the lakeside, forming a formation, blocking the figures of Jing Jiu and Qing'er inside.
Tong Yan's eyebrows became thicker, and she stood out more and more on the snow bridge, wondering what's the secret over there? Why did Qing'er refuse to tell herself?
He withdrew his gaze and looked towards the snow bridge, thinking who is this person? What does it have to do with this nunnery and Jing Jiu's secret?
Mr. Li was wearing a black cloak, sitting in the snow playing the piano, his fingers were already red from the cold, but the sound of the piano did not stop for a moment.
The sound of the piano crossed the snow bridge, passed through the quiet nunnery and plum trees, and came to the lake, where it was blown up by the wind, making it even more ethereal.
The formation can block the line of sight, but also welcome the sound of the zither. Jing Jiu stretched out his right hand, and silently broke through the ice and snow on the lake, soaked some water, and sprinkled it on the blue sky mirror.
Looking at this scene, Qing'er felt a little cold, folded her wings and hugged herself, squatted down beside him, and asked, "Do you really want to sharpen your sword?"
When she was in Guocheng Temple, she had entered his body and knew many of his secrets. Naturally, she wouldn't mistakenly think that what he was trying to sharpen was Universe Front like Tong Yan did.
Now in Chaotian Continent, she only has this one companion, so naturally she will not tell his secret, even for Tong Yan, she is just a little curious.
Jing Jiu hummed. Back then in Guocheng Temple, he made a bet with Qilin, saying that he would use the Qingtian Mirror to enter the illusion again, thinking that he had promised to help Qing'er solve some problems in Yunmeng Mountain. Who would have thought that he was seriously injured by the monk who crossed the sea, and in the end he really needed the Qingtianjian, but he met it again.
Zen sect likes to say things like "one drink, one peck" and "predeterminedness". Judging from this incident, there is indeed some truth. If he hadn't remembered what he promised Qing'er and wanted to get the Qingtian Jian, he might not have been injured. But if he wasn't injured, why would he need the Qingtian Jian?
The so-called cause and effect turned out to be like this this time.
Seeing Jing Jiu's right hand sliding and rubbing against the surface of the bronze mirror, Qing'er worried, "Can it move? Why don't you try using the patterned back."
If you want to say who is most familiar with Qingtianjian, of course it is her Jianling.
The mirror surface was indeed slippery, and the progress of sharpening the sword was very slow, but Jing Jiu was not in a hurry.
He has confirmed that Qingtianjian is the sword sharpening stone he has been looking for for more than a year.
Bronze mirror is the best grinding material, the smoother it is, the more delicate it is, the closer it is to perfection.
He said: "As long as you work hard, you can grind an iron pestle into a needle. Although it is easier to grind an iron pestle into a needle, it is more difficult to sharpen a sword, but it can be done."
Qing'er thought that I don't understand, and asked instead: "The day before yesterday I asked you how to become a real person, you let me think for myself, I thought about it for two days before I figured it out, if I can figure it out, what do I ask you for?"
Jing Jiu looked at the bronze mirror, adjusted the angle of his right hand, and said, "The answer is simple, as long as you think you are human, you are human."
Qing'er felt very baffled, and said, "What's the difference between this and deceiving oneself?"
Without raising his head, Jing Jiu said, "What are you bullying?"
Qing'er understood what he meant and was thoughtful.
"The really important question is, why do you want to be a human being, why can't you be mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, flowers, trees, plants and beasts?"
Jing Jiu scooped up some water from the snow lake, sprinkled it on the Qingtian mirror, and continued grinding silently.
Qing'er was silent for a long time, and said: "They are all human beings, you are also human beings, Tong Yan is also human beings, Xiao Zao'er is also human beings, and I want to be human beings too."
Jing Jiu knew that she had already figured it out and no longer needed his help, so he didn't say anything more.
The sound of the piano came from the other side of the snow bridge, and the cold winter night was a little more warm.
Ten years ago, Mr. Li came here every night to play the piano against the horse, and the horse is still grazing in the green hills.
Tonight, the person listening to the piano has become the Qingtian Mirror. Does this mean that this bronze mirror will also go to Qingshan?
Thinking of this possibility, Jing Jiu was somewhat satisfied.
The longevity lantern hanging on the tree by the lake illuminated the nunnery and also illuminated his face.
The formation of Shuiyue Nunnery started, the chill in the meditation room was cut off, the wind and snow had stopped, the temperature rose, and the ice on the lake made a creaking sound and kept breaking.
A lotus branch that had been suppressed by the ice and snow the night before broke through the snow and straightened its body.
A familiar voice sounded deep in his heart, Jing Jiu thought about it, slowed down the movement of his right hand, and became gentler.
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In Qingtianjian's illusion, the wind howls, the clouds are dense, and every few breaths there will be a bolt of lightning illuminating the night sky.
That bolt of lightning was extremely magnificent, stretching from the extreme north to the extreme south ocean, as if tearing apart the sky, at least tens of thousands of miles long.
Along with the lightning came rumbling thunder and snowflakes that came from nowhere.
Wrapped in a thick padded jacket, Mr. Zhang climbed up the hill behind his house, with his hands on his hips, straightened his body, and cursed at the thunder and lightning in the night sky.
Those words cannot be expressed in words, they are just dirty words like thieves.
Suddenly, the thunder in the night sky became much quieter, and the frequency of that terrifying and spectacular lightning appeared much slower, and even the snowflakes gradually became thinner.
Mr. Zhang was startled, and went down the mountain as fast as he could.
He returned to his yard, locked the door again after a long time, went to bed without washing his feet, covered his head and face with a quilt, turned his back to the door, and began to sleep.
How could he sleep, his eyes were wide open in the darkness of the bed, thinking in his heart that His Majesty is actually God?
Thinking about this question and the subsequent question of whether His Majesty heard him scolding his mother, he was very nervous. He didn't notice that a corner of the quilt was lifted from his son and daughter-in-law in the next room, and he didn't know that the sleeping people in Zhao Ju's house not far away and many families in the county town showed signs of waking up.
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(This chapter is well written, and the first few chapters are also very good, but this chapter is more important. The chapter titles were prepared before the book was opened. This is Li Baida’s famous poem: The Dao is like the blue sky. I can’t figure it out. The concept of the two sentences as a whole will be used thoroughly after hundreds of thousands of words. And: friends, the author who is still insisting on updating during the annual meeting... I am the only one. This style of painting is really wrong. It will take five hours to fly back to Daqing tomorrow, and I will definitely have to ask for leave. I feel a lot of peace of mind. I will see you the day after tomorrow. Also: Mr. Li’s father was really dead at the beginning. Jing Jiu got the conclusion when he asked Lianren, but then I made a mistake with Lu Guogong and wrote that he was still alive.