Chapter 557 People Like Me

Been to heaven.

Back to the world.

This person is either a sword fairy of the previous generation, or a banishing immortal.

The seemingly absurd records in the Sword Immortal Record are naturally somewhat true.

For example, those sky fires, those sky demons from outside the territory.

The Banished Immortal had seen those scenes with his own eyes, but no one believed his statement, because he was the only one who had been there.

So when he returned to the world, he was still alone.

"Is he...someone like you?"

Zhao Layue looked at Jing Jiu, opened her eyes wide and asked.

"Yes, that person once ascended successfully, and then came back like me."

Jing Jiu said: "The difference is that I am not willing, but he is willing, just like Bai Ren who is still outside."

Zhao Layue thought about the words of that middle-aged lunatic, and suddenly felt a chill, and said, "It's...dangerous up there?"

Jing Jiu said, "I'm more used to calling it outside."

Whether it is above or outside, it is the other side of the road.

Regardless of whether it is called the fairy world or any other world, it is the world after ascension.

Both Zhao Layue and Ah Da fell silent.

This is the first time Jing Jiu talked about the things in that world, except for what he once said to Zhao Layue.

"It's really dangerous there because everything goes so fast."

Zhao Layue didn't understand, what does it mean to think that everything has changed so quickly?

Ah Da vaguely thought of something, but he still couldn't grasp that thought.

Jing Jiu said, "I've only been out for a short time, and I haven't come into contact with so-called immortals. I just saw them from afar."

Tens of thousands of flying swords burned among the stars.

This is the scene he once described to Zhao Layue.

Zhao Layue was extremely impressed by this, and of course she did not forget it.

Of course, those flying swords will eventually disappear in the torrent of time, but at that time, it is itself a torrent.

If every sword light was a fairy who had successfully ascended, how terrifying would that torrent be?

Even Jing Jiu, looking at those sword lights from an incomparably far distance, felt trembling and awed.

If the torrent of fairy flying swords descended from the outside world, the powerful people on the Chaotian Continent and those other continents would not have any power to fight back, and would be destroyed in an instant. Even if the Queen of the Snow Country could kill a few, what would it matter?

Thinking about that scene, Jing Jiu understood that exiled immortal's fear of the outside world, and also roughly understood why Bai Ren came back, and some deeper things.

For people in the underworld, the strong human cultivators are extraterrestrial demons, and for people in Chaotian Continent, isn't it true for those immortals from outside?

Zhao Layue paled and asked: "Aren't those immortals the seniors who ascended from us?"

"There are not so many ascenders in Chaotian Continent."

The meaning of Jing Jiu's words is very clear. Those sword lights he has seen from afar must not belong to this world, and are most likely ascendants from other worlds.

"But we also cannot be sure that they are the enemy."

"In the unknown world, anyone can be an enemy."

"It's just possible."

"It may be a definite fact once it happens."

"Then why... are you still going out? Is it worth the risk?"

"If the existence of life is meaningful, exploring the unknown, finding a place to go, and understanding the purpose of your existence, this is the only meaning."

Jing Jiu said: "" is something that must be done, and there is no need to consider whether it is risky or not. "

Zhao Layue was silent for a while, and asked, "This is the last question. What question do you want to ask the real Taiping? Do you have an answer?"

Jing Jiu said, "Yes."

He reached out to destroy the Sword Immortal Record, but after thinking about it, he put it back into the sea of ​​books in the air.

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The peaks of the green mountains were in the clouds and in front of them, but Jing Jiu made Zhao Layue fall outside Yunji Town.

It's still that old restaurant.

With the care of the Gu family, as long as the restaurant continues to serve hot pot, there is no need to worry about such small things as business.

In fact, it is difficult to give people the feeling of being in pairs, and it is more like two armies facing each other.

The red soup is boiling over there, and the white soup is quiet here, each with its own persistence.

Zhao Layue first ate two plates of Maodu as a base, and only threw a vegetable when the white soup started to bubble.

The underworld disciple who was possessed by Yin San back then was bound by her here, and then killed by Master Meng with a sword.

That Master Meng should have died in the Sword Prison.

That night on the sea of ​​ice storm, Jing Jiu said he was sad, but he didn't want to come here at this time to reminisce about something, so what was the reason?

The white soup kept bubbling, and the green vegetable was floating and sinking in it, like a duckweed.

Jing Jiu watched the scene quietly without speaking.

Ah Da lay on the window sill, looking in the direction of the distant sea of ​​ice and storm, and remained silent.

The white soup gradually became low, and the boiled vegetables were so soft that Jing Jiu fished them out and put them on the table.

It was at this moment that his heart moved slightly, knowing that the man might have become a feather.

Everything in Chaotian Continent is as usual, the wind is up and down, or the weather is just right, there is nothing unusual.

Jianfeng was still standing quietly in the walking clouds.

The reason why he knew it was because a breath suddenly emerged from the vermilion bird jade egg.

This is not a sign of hatching, but because the vermilion bird spirit inside has sensed something.

Jing Jiu walked to the window and looked over there with Ah Da. Zhao Layue was still eating hot pot behind them.

She didn't mean to show that she was more foodie than Zhuo Rusui, but she just thought that Daoist Taiping might not eat hot pot anymore.

The fog in Yunji Town was still as heavy.

Jing Jiu looked at the other side of the fog, thinking that this trip at least confirmed that the man hadn't thought of killing himself.

At least that person didn't think about killing him before he brought Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing to attack.

Is this confirmation important?

Maybe.

maybe not.

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The blood-colored sword light illuminated Shenmo Peak, and Gu Qing led Yuan Qu and Ping Yongjia to greet him.

Jing Jiu said, "Let the Gu family find land in Yunji Town to build a house with more rooms, better scenery, and quietness."

Hearing this sentence, everyone, including Ah Da, felt a little weird, thinking that although the scenery in Yunji Town is good, how can it compare with the peaks of Qingshan Mountain?

And what are you going to build a house over there for? Do you want to do another hospital? It's a human world there, there are mortals everywhere, don't you think it's noisy?

Naturally, Jing Jiu couldn't explain the reason, so after thinking for a while, he said, "There is a house that is well shaded, but there are a few more night lights inside, so the lighting is better."

Lu Qing didn't understand even more, and thought to himself what exactly he was going to do, and asked, "When will it be?"

Jing Jiu said, "Four years later."

Gu Qing complied, and will send a letter to leave the mountain later, so that the Gu family can make good arrangements.

The matter was not over yet, Jing Jiu threw the universe front in his hand and said, "Here you are."

This famous fairy-level flying sword that rises with others has actually fallen into Gu Qing's hands several times, but every time it was borrowed by Jing Jiu for temporary use.

What Jing Jiu meant was obvious, from this moment on, he would not use the sword Universe Feng again.

Holding the universe front in both hands, Lu Qing suddenly felt that the sword was heavier than before, and his mood became heavy for some reason.

Everyone felt the heavy atmosphere, but they didn't know why, even Zhao Layue and Ada didn't know what Jing Jiu was doing.

Everyone was a little nervous, Zhao Layue even began to wonder if he was going to leave Qingshan, and his face became a little pale.

"Tell Yuan Qijing that the enthronement ceremony will be held in four years."

Jing Jiu glanced at Shangde Peak and said, "I'm going to retreat next, and I won't see anyone coming."

After saying this, he turned around and walked into the cave. The heavy stone walls fell one by one, splashing dust.

The peak of Shenmo Peak became a bit cold, that was not the psychological feeling of everyone, but the real situation, because the three-foot sword came with wind and snow.

"Where is the master?"

Yuan Qijing's serious voice came from the three-foot sword.

Zhao Layue, Gu Qing and Ping Yongjia looked at Yuan Qu at the same time.

Yuan Qu walked forward with a bitter face, bowed to the three-foot sword, and told Jing Jiu's confession.

The three-foot sword hovered in the wind and snow, and turned back to Shangde Peak after a while. Yuan Qijing didn't express any opinions.

"Master, I can't always do this kind of thing, can I?" Yuan Qu looked at Zhao Layue and said innocently.

Zhao Layue said: "The master master found a sword for you, and it is still being raised in Jianfeng at this time, and it should be ready for use in a few years."

Yuan Qu was very pleasantly surprised, how could he care about the previous things.

Ping Yongjia was startled, then glanced at the Universe Feng in his senior brother's hand, and said innocently, "What about me?"

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In the deepest cave, the starlight spilled from the ceiling of the cave, just like in the past tens of thousands of years, even the angle of the light did not change.

Jing Jiu was sitting on the futon with his eyes closed, his white clothes were illuminated by the starlight, like an immortal drinking too much jade liquid, and was dozing off.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he opened his eyes and looked at Zhao Layue.

Zhao Layue walked up to him and knelt down, looked at him and said, "Is it so hard to pursue the Dao?"

Jing Jiu said: "The same is true for love, and the same is true for farming. Everything is very hard."

Zhao Layue was very sad and said, "But why should a person like you have to suffer so much?"

Jing Jiu said calmly: "A person like me, who is enshrined by the world, doesn't think about giving anything in return. Why can't he suffer? What's more, where is the suffering?"

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The wind and snow brought by the three-foot sword is fleeting.

Early spring is coming soon.

The Qingshan Great Formation opened again, ushered in a spring rain, and the wild flowers on Qingrong Peak were in full bloom.

Many Qingshan disciples were talking about it, which shows that Master Nan Wang's grief may have subsided a little.

No one expected that Nan Wang rose up against the spring rain and left Qingshan directly through the passage opened by the big formation.

A few days later, when she returned from the east, hundreds of sword strings converged into an invisible bridge, which brought her to the top of Shenmo Peak.

Gu Qing hurried forward to meet her.

Nan Wang raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Where's Jing...the master?"

Gu Qing said: "Master is retreating, and so is my aunt."

Nan Wang raised his eyebrows even higher, and suddenly looked at the white cat lying in the wild flowers, waved his hand to signal for Gu Qing to leave, and stepped forward to pick up the white cat.

Ah Da was about to jump on a butterfly to play, and was very annoyed to be disturbed by her. He was about to stretch out his claws to poke twice, when he suddenly found that her breath was a little unstable, he couldn't help being slightly startled, and asked with his spiritual sense: "What's wrong with you?"

Nan Wang said, "I went to Washuiyue Nunnery."

Ah Da was very surprised, thinking to himself that you actually called at the door, isn't that looking for a loser?

"How could someone like me lose."

Nan Wang said proudly, his face turned pale suddenly, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.