Chapter 649 Why?

No matter how obedient Ping Yongjia was, she was still full of dissatisfaction when she heard this, thinking that even though her surname was Ping, why would she take such a dangerous risk?

However, he is the last closed disciple of Shenmo Peak, and there is no way to escape such things as opening the door.

He left the courtyard dejectedly, went to the main entrance of the garden, and walked back holding Nan Wang's hand after a while.

To be precise, that's not holding hands.

He bowed slightly, raised his right hand, and raised Nan Wang's wrist respectfully.

These years, he was either in the Imperial Palace of Chaoge City or the Imperial City of the Underworld. He was used to the demeanor of certain people, but today he subconsciously put them out out of fear.

Nan Wang's expression was indifferent, with his head held high, his eyes fixed, and he really looked like a queen mother.

When she came to the courtyard, she withdrew her right hand and waved it with some disgust.

Ping Yongjia seemed to have received an amnesty, where would he stay, and with a whoosh, he turned into a sword light and disappeared into the distance.

Jing Jiu looked at her and said, "It should be a few years later, a little more stable."

Nan Wang slightly raised his eyebrows and said, "Why?"

Jing Jiu hummed in some puzzlement.

Nan Wang walked up to him, sat down on the floor under the eaves, and said, "You start from the beginning, I have no reason to be slower than you, why?"

Jing Jiu smiled slightly and said, "I won't quarrel with you."

Nan Wang looked at his face in surprise, wondering why his temperament had changed so much? Could it be that the departure of the elder brother has had such a great impact on you?

Jing Jiu raised his right hand and stretched it out in front of her.

Naturally, Nan Wang would not bow his head like Liu Shisui, nor would he put his cute little face in his palm. With a cold snort, he took out a small wine jug from his arms and put it heavily on it, making a light snap.

The small jug was made of unknown material, it was obviously extraordinary, with a faint blue light, and there seemed to be some kind of magic circle attached to the mouth of the bottle.

But Jing Jiu opened the wine jug very easily, and it looked very familiar. He thought he had opened it many times hundreds of years ago.

There was an unknown amount of wine in the small flagon, and he drank it for a long time without finishing it. He thought that Nan Wang must have re-refined it, even the whale drink... Well, the word whale should not be used. He put down the flagon, wiped his lips that were not stained with wine, and handed the small flagon back.

Nan Wang took the jug, took a sip casually, and said expressionlessly, "She's gone for so long, you still want to drink?"

Many, many years ago, when Lian Sanyue went to Baicheng to do business, Jingyang would go to Qingrong Peak to ask her for a drink.

She didn't know the reason for his drinking at the time, so she misunderstood it.

Then he missed his life.

Now that Lian Sanyue has really gone to another place and can't come back, what's the point of all those jealousy and anger back then?

"For me, she hasn't been gone for long." Jing Jiu said.

"That's right." Nan Wang was silent for a long time before saying, "She treats you differently after all."

Jing Jiu looked at the stars in the sky that are still invisible, and said, "Every star is different."

Nan Wang said, "It's not that different."

Jing Jiu asked, "What's that like?"

Nan Wang glanced at him and said, "Your tone of voice... is really weird. Are you sure you haven't been taken away by the white-bladed fairy?"

Jing Jiu said, "You think too much."

Nan Wang stared at his face for a long time, making sure that there was nothing wrong, and then continued the previous topic: "Many years ago, when she was still spending the winter, your realm was also very low, and you almost died trying to save her in Xihai. Later, you went to the Zhongzhou faction to participate in the Asking Conference for her, took the immortal talisman, and almost died to refine the white blade's immortal consciousness, plus this time in Chaoge City."

Jing Jiu asked, "So?"

Nan Wang said: "A guy like you who is lazy and afraid of death can actually work hard for others... And it happened several times, which means that you actually like her."

Jing Jiu said, "I told you, I like them all."

More than a hundred years ago, in the garden, right here, Nan Wang got this answer.

Mountains, rivers, everything in the universe, I like a lot, and of course you.

At that time, Nan Wang burst into tears, slapped him across the face, punched him in the chest, destroyed a courtyard, and covered the ground with scum.

Today she didn't cry, and she didn't do anything. She just looked at him indifferently and said, "Can you work hard for me?"

"Not sure, it's like I never thought of taking risks for her, but seeing her accident, I still did it."

Jing Jiu stared into her eyes and said, "But don't try, because I don't want you to have an accident."

Nan Wang raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked, "Who did you learn this from?"

Jing Jiu thought for a while and said, "It seems to be Gu Qing?"

Nan Wang gave him a mocking look, and asked again: "Then why didn't you let me like you back then?"

Jing Jiu seriously explained: "Because I like everyone, so don't like me, it's too troublesome."

Nan Wang was speechless, took a sip from the jug, and handed it to him.

The two drank in silence like this, and after an unknown amount of time, the small flagon was finally empty.

"Thank you for drinking with me." Jing Jiu said.

Such a scene really hasn't happened in many years.

Thinking about what happened back then, Nan Wang couldn't help but burst out laughing, and said, "Brother hates you the most when you go to Qingrong Peak to drink with me."

Jing Jiu said, "He had nothing to do with you, so he gave all his grievances to me."

Nan Wang puffed up his chest and said proudly, "Brothers love me."

That is.

Liu Ci can assign the forbidden area of ​​Bihu Peak to her as a bathhouse.

The most serious Yuan Qijing seems to have never seen the nightly singing of Qingrong Peak in hundreds of years.

The Castle Peak Formation opens on time every year, ushering in the spring rain, autumn wind and first snow, which is convenient for her to enjoy the scenery.

When it comes to pain and favor, she is really a combination of thousands of pets, who made her a junior sister?

"I heard...you played mahjong in the end?"

"Yes."

Nan Wang raised the small wine jug to his eyes, looked at the sky over the mouth of the jug, and said, "This is good, big brother...is it painful when you leave?"

Jing Jiu thought about those few laughs and the snowstorm, and said, "He said these hundreds of years were very happy."

"That's good."

Nan Wang stood up, looked at him and said, "Since it's rare for everyone to be happy, then don't do anything else?"

Jing Jiu understood what she meant, it was about Daoist Taiping.

Just like Ping Yongjia and A Piao, she is the youngest apprentice of Daoist Taiping. What kind of habit did Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing's love come from at the beginning? Where did Fang Jingtian and Master Guangyuan fear her? Where did those favors come from?

"When I entered Qingshan, I worked with him to study the formation of disappearing clouds, but that formation was fake, and he tampered with it."

Jing Jiu said, "From the very beginning, he never thought about me ascending."

For ascetics, this is the greatest malice.

Nan Wang was puzzled and said: "Master treated you very well back then, there is no reason to do such a thing, could it be that you have other ideas?"

Jing Jiu said: "I probably understand his thoughts, but my practice is my business, he can't do it."

"I won't take care of your affairs, and I can't take care of them, but when the brothers are gone, I will look at Qingshan. Don't go too far."

After saying this, Nan Wang lightly waved his arm, a silver bell rang, and countless sword strings rose from the void, turning into an invisible bridge, leading her up into the sky, and soon went to the green hills in the distance.

Looking at the petite figure that was about to disappear into the mist, Jing Jiu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a gratified smile.

Although it took a little longer... the little girl finally grew up.

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Nan Wang left, those guys who just left will naturally come back. Ping Yongjia was the fastest, and returned to the courtyard in a blink of an eye, but just as his feet landed on the ground, he heard the silver bell from the sky again, and his face turned pale, thinking this is called Huishenjian?

Accompanied by crisp bells, a snow-white long-haired cat landed by the stream, looking like a tiger, with an extraordinary bearing.

Ping Yongjia saw that it was this one, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief. After more than a hundred years, he once again grasped its tail familiarly, brought it to Jing Jiu, and said, "Master, Lord White Ghost is here."

In Liu Ada's eyes... there was no anger at all, only innocence and helplessness. He exchanged a glance with Jing Jiu, which probably meant—what's the matter with your apprentice? You know who you are, but you still have such a big heart?

Jing Jiu smiled, hugged it into his arms, and stroked it skillfully from beginning to end.

Knowing his current state, Ah Da didn't dare to be negligent, and quickly narrowed his eyes to show a look of enjoyment, while not forgetting to make a thunderous snoring sound.

Before Zhuo Rusui and the others landed in the courtyard, when they heard the thunder, they immediately had the same misunderstanding as Ping Yongjia, thinking that Nanwang had turned back again, so they quickly turned and ran away. Only Zhao Layue was most familiar with the snoring, and landed lightly under the eaves.

Ah Da rubbed Jing Jiu's chin flatteringly.

Jing Jiu flipped his palm, took out the snow-white chill and placed it on top of its head.

Ah Da wagged his tail in satisfaction, jumped out of his arms, and walked into Zhao Layue's arms.

Zhao Layue noticed that Han Chan's breath was colder than before, so she poked her fingers with some interest, and Han Chan quickly turned over on top of Ah Da's head, revealing her belly.

"What should I do next?" She asked while poking Han Chan's belly. Just a few days ago, Zen Zi asked Jing Jiu the same question.

"No matter how much he thinks, it's not as much as I think in this life."

Jing Jiu took out the porcelain plate and the fine sand that he hadn't seen for many years, and said calmly.

Zhao Layue did not speak again.

Ah Da also stopped snoring.

Ping Yongjia didn't know what was going to happen, but subconsciously knew that something big was going to happen, so he became extremely nervous, and looked helplessly towards the stream, but he didn't see Zhuo Rusui and the others.

Jing Jiu picked up a grain of fine sand and seemingly casually put it into the porcelain plate.

A plate of loose sand suddenly turned into a painting.

What is painted is heaven and earth.