Chapter 646 Return to the World and Start the Battle for You

In Chaoge City after summer, a heavy snowfall suddenly fell.

The snow lasted for three days.

The temperature plummeted and some thin ice formed on the surface of the lake.

Jing Jiu went to Zhao Yuan.

During the day, he covered his face with a hat.

At night, he stared at the stars in a daze.

The snow stopped, the clouds dispersed, and the stars all over the sky were suddenly painted a color of blood. It was not a sign of bad luck, but Zhao Layue had arrived.

The boat sank slightly, and there was a sound of breaking ice, which was the sound she deliberately made.

Jing Jiu turned his head to look, and said, "Here?"

Zhao Layue hummed, sat down beside him, took his hand and placed it on her face.

Hundreds of rays of light appeared in the night sky. They were not meteors, but sword lights.

The Qingshan Sect came to Chaoge City, ready to welcome back their Lord Jianlu.

Although the people have left and the wind and snow have stopped, the chill and cleanliness need to be brought back.

Jing Jiu looked back at the night sky and asked, "Where's Nan Wang?"

"Stay in Qingshan and sit in town." Zhao Layue put down his hand and said softly, "She seems very sad."

Nan Wang is a junior sister under the sect of Daoist Taiping. Now that the two senior brothers who loved her the most are gone, what should she do in the future?

She is already a great thing in the sky, and no one in the world dares to tease her, but what should she do?

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Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue left Chaoge City, instead of returning directly to Qingshan, they went outside Dayuan City.

Walking through the mountain stream full of lotus flowers, passing through the stone path between the mountains, bypassing the stone lying in the grass, and seeing the very old wooden bridge, we came to Sanqianyuan.

The mistress of Sanqianyuan didn't know how many generations he was the descendant of the old grand master back then, and he didn't know Jing Jiu, but he didn't wear a hat. The mistress guessed their identities by looking at his face and Zhao Layue's short black hair, and hurriedly welcomed them in respectfully.

There is a stream under the bridge. The place where the houses used to be by the stream has now become a forest. There is a grave in the forest. It looks a little lonely, but it is not lonely.

The teacher knew Jing Jiu's relationship with the nunnery, and also knew his origin with Sanqianyuan. Seeing his eyes fell on the grave, she was worried that he would not like it, so she quickly explained: "This is Li Dashan's grave. Seven years ago..."

Jing Jiu signaled that there is no need to say more, and led Zhao Layue to the grave, and said, "This is the Mr. Li I told you about."

Mr. Li's name is not written on the tombstone, only four words.

——Different routes lead to the same goal.

The first two words refer to immortality.

The last two words mean that we will eventually return to the same road.

Mr. Li has eaten the elixir, but he will still die.

Even Sanyue, who is the strongest in Chaotian Continent, will die.

Zhao Layue said suddenly: "I think the person in that painting of his house...is Lian Sanyue."

Many years ago, when Mr. Li's family was in decline, a so-called friend tricked him into stealing a painting that he had treasured for many years, and Gu Qing sent someone to take it back. She had seen it at Shenmo Peak.

In that painting, there is a starry night, old mountain cliff fog, and a girl holding an umbrella in the fog.

The girl's eyebrows were like lines, her expression was gentle, but she was extremely indifferent.

Jing Jiu did not speak, nor did he look for the painting.

That painting was handed down from the Li family's ancestors. If the girl in the painting is Lian Sanyue from hundreds of years ago, then it might explain why Mr. Li is so devoted.

Of course, this explanation is not necessarily correct, nor is it necessarily necessary.

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This is Zhao Layue's first visit to Sanqianyuan.

After walking across the small bridge and coming to the nunnery, she saw the round window and the lake view outside the window, just like everyone else, her mood became much calmer.

Then her eyes moved down and landed on the couch in the nunnery.

Bai Zao was still sleeping on the couch, not knowing when the immortal energy in his body would be fully absorbed.

After a hundred years, a lot of the silkworms on her body were damaged, revealing her face.

In her sleep, she frowned slightly, still looking so sympathetic.

"It's good to just fall asleep like this." Zhao Layue said.

Jing Jiu said, "Yes, I'm still alive after all."

Zhao Layue turned to look at him and asked, "Where did she go?"

Jing Jiu said, "It's right here."

Under the eaves is where the morning light begins.

This is where Lian March left.

Zhao Layue stepped forward to hug him, patted his back lightly, and said, "It's okay, I won't leave."

Jing Jiu raised his right hand and patted her on the back.

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Then they went to Baicheng, landed in the courtyard on the edge of the snow field, met with He Zhan and Sese, Zhao Layue ate two grilled fish, Jing Jiu took a few glances at the pear tree. After walking out of the courtyard and walking on the field full of muddy water and residual snow, Zhao Layue suddenly said: "Gu Qing grew up in a big family, so there are some things that he can't figure out."

He Zhan and Sese have been together for decades, and Liu Shisui and Ying Xiaohe have been together for more than a hundred years. They haven't gotten married, and haven't held any ceremony. They don't care what the world thinks. Anyway, the world can't see it, so there is no trouble.

Jing Jiu said, "He thinks a lot, so he tends to get things into trouble."

This was the first time they discussed what happened to Gu Qing, Zhao Layue was a little puzzled, and said, "Is this kind of thing so interesting?"

Many, many years ago, when they were looking at the building in Shangzhou Zhaixing Building, she had asked the same question.

Jing Jiu said: "I like it, I don't like it, I like it, I like it all, if you don't like it, you like it, you can form many combinations, sometimes it's quite interesting."

Zhao Layue said: "I understand if I like it, but the love in the book often makes people lose their minds and feel the pain. I don't understand why."

"The so-called love is the attraction, the peace and commitment brought by intimacy between a man and a woman."

Jing Jiu said: "Promises are shackles. There is a sense of ritual and pressure. It is like cooking meat. The taste tends to be stronger. Of course, breaking promises is also very attractive to human beings. In short, as I said before, various combinations have their own fun."

Zhao Layue glanced at him and said, "It sounds like you know a lot."

Jing Jiu said: "This kind of thing is not complicated, you can understand it after thinking about it."

Zhao Layue thought for a while and said, "Speaking of it this way, isn't it still boring?"

Jing Jiu said, "Yes."

While talking, the two had already walked to a rather simple Buddhist temple.

Zenzi lived here in Baicheng.

It was very quiet in front of the monastery, a couple of monks went in and out silently, suddenly a middle-aged monk stopped and looked towards Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu also felt that this monk was a little familiar, and he was a little close for no reason.

The middle-aged monk looked at Jing Jiu's face and was stunned for a moment, then he came to his senses with surprise in his eyes.

Jing Jiu also recognized who the other party was, it was the young monk with whom he had met several times, but after more than a hundred years, the other party's face was covered with wind and frost, so he couldn't recognize him immediately, and the old monk was not by his side.

Just as the middle-aged monk wanted to speak, he subconsciously covered his mouth. Then he thought that the master was dead, and no one would practice closed mantra by himself, so he couldn't help crying from his heart.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't say a word, Jing Jiu just watched the change of his expression, guessed what happened, reached out and patted his shoulder.

The middle-aged monk cried even more sadly.

For some reason, Jing Jiu always liked this pair of master and apprentice very much. Knowing that the old monk had passed away, seeing him crying so sadly, he couldn't bear it, so he slapped him down.

Zhao Layue stared round her eyes, thinking, do you think that life is suffering, and if you beat him to death, he won't be sad?

With a soft snap, Jing Jiu's palm landed on the middle-aged monk's head.

The middle-aged monk fell to the ground and snored.

"Thank you." Zenzi came out from the courtyard gate, glanced at the middle-aged monk, thinking that such a thing as Fu Yuan is really uncertain, who would have thought that this junior with ordinary talent could get the empowerment of Jing Jingren?

Jing Jiu said: "You don't need to thank me, it has nothing to do with you Guocheng Temple, it's just that I like this child."

Zen Zi asked, "Why?"

Jing Jiu thought for a while and said, "Maybe it's because he likes to talk?"

Zenzi said, "Didn't you think I was too talkative back then?"

Jing Jiu said, "It's the same now."

Zen Zi sighed, "Man."

Zhao Layue said: "Should I say this?"

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In midsummer, Baicheng regained a lot of popularity, and the number of believers was still very small. However, the living supplies needed by the Northern Army of the Divine Guard and practitioners of various sects made the city crowded with merchants from the south. There was no snow on the streets, only extremely ugly mud that had been trampled on.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue passed through the city and walked up the slanting stone path. In the distance, they could vaguely see the red cliff and the upper body of the small temple.

"You really woke up seventeen years ago?"

"It was a lie to him."

"But you heard everything Gu Qing said to you."

"Hearing it doesn't mean I can wake up. To be precise, my soul at that time was in the Qingtianjian."

"...So that's the case. I think there are many stories that happened in Qingtianjian."

"One hundred years is indeed a long time, but there are not many stories. I spend most of the time practicing, but the Zhang family boy interrupts me from time to time, which is a bit annoying, just like Gu Qing."

"Master Zhang is still alive?"

"Don't tell me, he's still in good health, and he's thinking about going to the sea to find that goldfish monster."

"Speaking of which, the Fire Carp King really couldn't bring it back to Qingshan?"

"Unless we can take away the fire veins under the cold mountain."

"Why is it so troublesome, can't we just take Leng Shan?"

Speaking of these gossips or hidden deep meanings, the color of the red cliff became more and more clear, and the small temple also showed its full figure.

After crossing the threshold and entering the temple, Jing Jiu looked at the chubby and smiling Buddha statue and stood quietly for a while.

The broken part of the Golden Buddha seems to be bleeding. After so many years, the color of the blood stains has faded long ago. The ten-foot-long iron knife in front of the Buddha is still full of gaps, and it is unknown when it will regain its sharpness.

Jing Jiu walked to one end of the iron knife, put his right hand on the blade facing upwards, and then walked towards that end.

Sparks were born between his palm and the blade, sputtering all the way.