Chapter 473 The Essence of Stories Is Making up and Repeating

There are patterns on the surface of Qingtianjian, but they are very thin.

There are also lines on the fingertips, but thinner.

So when the fingers slowly rubbed the Qingtian mirror, there was no sound.

The study was as quiet as it had been most of the past few decades.

Time passed by slowly, Jing Jiu looked at the tea in the cup, and remained silent for a while, wondering what kind of astonishing secret he was deducing.

Liu Shisui became more and more nervous, feeling a little thirsty, subconsciously picked up the teacup and drank the herbal tea in the cup, only to realize that he had done something wrong.

He held the teacup tightly, turned around quietly, and silently walked to the stove to start making tea.

During this process, Jing Jiu's gaze did not change, which indicated that what he was looking at was not the tea in the cup.

The water in the teapot gradually boiled, making a confused sound.

Liu Shisui put the teacup in front of his eyes, not daring to disturb him any more, and stepped aside.

The buds of the new tea slowly unfolded in the cup, but Jing Jiu's expression showed no signs of relaxation.

There seems to be some kind of hidden connection between those records in the daily life, those seemingly unrelated events, and those seemingly ordinary words.

That kind of connection is like tiny bubbles in tea, appearing at any time, and then disappearing suddenly for unknown reasons, it is difficult to capture.

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The demon blood is like ink.

Ink Jiao.

Jiaogu.

Bones can be used to make wine.

A sword light appeared in the depths of Jing Jiu's eyes, bright and extremely sharp.

After being seriously injured by the Sword God of the West Sea that year, he and Guo Dong traveled in Chaotian Continent for three years, spending more than ten springs, summers, autumns and winters, saw many scenery, and naturally talked a lot.

He doesn't like to listen to her reasoning, and she knows this better than anyone else, so those words don't include her grand plans, her worries and plans for the future of the practice world and the entire human race, most of them are small things in life.

The little things in life are the faults of the parents, and the only family member in this world in winter is her nephew He Zhan.

Jing Jiu easily guessed who He Zhan's biological mother was.

There are three people with the highest seniority in Shuiyue Nunnery.

Guo Dong, Anzhu, and Taishang Elder sound very senior, but they are actually the youngest ones.

The small sedan chair with green curtains could fly by itself, and brought Jing Jiu from Guocheng Temple to Shuiyue Nunnery.

Many people have heard the elder in the sedan chair speak, but no one has lifted the green curtain and seen her speak with their own eyes.

The magic weapon of sound transmission can do this, and it is even possible that in many cases, the master of Shuiyuean sits in the sedan chair himself.

In the world of spiritual practice, He Zhan is most famous for his luck. A casual practitioner with no background can actually find treasures one after another, which is even more exaggerated than the life arranged by Wang Xiaoming. Today, it seems that it may not be all because of the winter.

At that time, the winter should still be in the cocoon of the silkworm, how could it be possible to arrange every step so well.

It's just that these inferences don't have any evidence, and they don't seem to make any sense. Even if they are true, they can't form a complete story.

Jing Jiu didn't care, and let his thoughts continue to diverge.

Time continued to pass, the hot tea in the cup became cold again, Liu Shisui took it away and replaced it with a new cup.

The hot mist in the teacup floated up and fell and scattered on the surface of the Qingtianjian, making the boundary between reality and illusion even more blurred.

Jing Jiu's gaze fell away from the teacup, and followed the mist to fall on the surface of the Qingtianjian.

In that world, he saw a small river, an awning boat, a stone bridge, a nunnery, and a baby.

In the distant mountains, a scholar was leaving, and he stopped and looked back from time to time.

Jing Jiu probably understood, and knew that the content of the story was probably like this, but there was still no proof.

If he wanted to investigate, he should be able to find out the truth, but of course he would not do it.

He just needs the story, not the evidence, because he's not going to convince the characters in the story, he just needs to convince himself.

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Jing Jiu felt a little tired, so he took a sip of tea from his cup and found it was a bit cold.

No matter how diligent Liu Shisui was, he couldn't guarantee that the tea in the cup would always be hot. This had nothing to do with his intentions.

He raised his head and looked out the window, only to realize that he had calculated for such a long time when he realized that it was a bit dark.

"Master?" Liu Shisui called out nervously.

Jing Jiu said, "Okay, you can go back."

Liu Shisui thought, don't you plan to share that secret with me?

Jing Jiu didn't have the habit of sharing secrets with him, and he wasn't Zhao Layue, so he asked, "Are you going to represent Yi Mao Zhai at the Meihui?"

Liu Shisui was a little embarrassed and said, "I haven't participated in it before, so I'm curious."

Jing Jiu said, "Taoist war?"

Liu Shisui was even more embarrassed, and said, "I don't understand such things as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but I only know how to fight."

Even if it represents Yi Mao Zhai, Liu Shisui is a disciple of Qingshan after all, and it is a matter of course that he does not know how to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is good at Dao warfare.

Jing Jiu understood this truth very well, and said, "Xi Yiyun is good, you can learn more from him."

Liu Shisui didn't expect the young master to have such a high opinion of Xi Yiyun, he was a little surprised.

Jing Jiu explained: "The scholars in Yimaozhai are different from those poor scholars in the mortal world, they are real scholars."

Just like the monks in Guocheng Temple are different from those fake monks who swindle money in the world, otherwise he would not feel at ease to let Liu Shisui go to these two places to study.

Liu Shisui asked, "Young Master, what else do you want to say?"

Looking out the window at night, Jing Jiu knew that Gu Qing, Zhuo Rusui and Jing Shang were discussing the matter at Duke Lu's mansion. After thinking for a while, he said, "Help me send a letter to Bu Qiuxiao. I want to meet him."

Liu Shisui was a little surprised and asked, "When?"

Jing Jiu thought about the day when he would propose marriage, and said, "You must come within eight days."

If others hear his request, they will be speechless in shock. Even if you are the reincarnated disciple of Jingyang Zhenren and the elder of Shenmo Peak, what qualifications do you have for Master Yimaozhai to come to see you?

Naturally, Liu Shisui didn't think so, so he agreed directly.

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Eight days passed quickly.

There were no lanterns and festoons in the prime minister's mansion, and the courtyard was also swept clean. There was no dust on the trees or the road, as if it was about to receive an order.

Today is the official day for Duke Zhan's mansion to propose marriage. The process before marriage proposal has already been completed, Seventh Miss Cen Shi also picked her up from Jingjue Temple yesterday, everything is ready, and everyone in the house is full of joy.

Being able to marry the mischievous and unwilling Miss Seven is of course a happy event to be celebrated, and more importantly, Master Cen has made a decision, so that the people in the house no longer have to bear the pressure from everywhere.

Mrs. Lu Guogong Shizi returned to the mansion very early, seeing the joy on the faces of her sister-in-law and brother-in-law, she felt a little uncomfortable.

Duke Lu belonged to Prince Jingyao's sect, and the prime minister was from a Maozhai family, but most of his relatives were from the Zhongzhou sect, so it was really difficult for her to be in the middle.

And Xiaoqi doesn't want to marry that son of Duke Zhan at all, is it appropriate for you to be so happy?

Thinking about these things, Mrs. Shizi went to Cen Shi's room and was surprised to find that there were no tears on her face, and there was even some joy in her eyes.

Seventh Miss stopped making trouble, the wives and the serving mothers and maids were all relieved, but she felt something was wrong. After talking casually with Cen Shi, she quietly left the backyard, found Lu Ming, described Cen Shi's situation in a low voice, and said worriedly: "Is there anything wrong today?"

Lu Ming looked at her and smiled and said, "Don't worry, even if something happens, it's a happy event."

Madam was not at ease when she heard this, but felt even weirder.

Lu Ming smiled awkwardly and said, "It's about to start, I'll go ahead and have a look."

After saying this, he quickly got away and went to the front hall, thinking what a shame it would be to miss the excitement.

Full of guests, Cen Xiangye and Zhan Guogong stood side by side on the stage with satisfied smiles on their faces.

Lu Ming looked at the handsome elder son behind Zhan Guogong, and thought that his appearance was no worse than that of Brother Li. I'm afraid today's show is not very good.

According to the rules of etiquette, both parties should follow the routine to greet each other. The guests looked at the venue with a smile, waiting for the next moment to complete the ceremony, and hurried forward to congratulate them.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The guests were taken aback and looked outside the mansion, thinking where did the rogue come from, who dared to make trouble in front of the prime minister's door.

The stewards and guards of the Prime Minister retreated in panic, not daring to stop them at all.

A group of people broke into the prime minister's mansion.

Walking in the front is Lu Guogong.

Who dares to hit him?

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(I originally wanted to write a sentence: I object... When I suddenly thought of the story of choosing the day, Chen Changsheng had already called it out. It's a pity. I just like these plots. In addition, some readers may not have seen the sentence I added yesterday, so I am very embarrassed to say it again here. The novel written by my friend is called "Surgery Live Room". I was called a broken chapter by you, but I can’t help it. I took my niece to go skiing, and I couldn’t write for two days. I wrote these two chapters last night until two o’clock, and I deleted a lot of words. I can only barely guarantee the update. I apologize to everyone, woof!)