Chapter 650

From many, many years ago, Jing Jiu liked to lie on the bamboo chair and play the game of making sand on this porcelain plate.

At that time, neither Liu Shisui nor Zhao Layue knew what this kind of game was. It wasn't until Chaoge City Meihui that he said a few words after a shocking game of chess with Tong Yan that he vaguely understood that it was a method of deduction and calculation.

Many years passed, Jing Jiu gradually stopped playing this kind of game, and people on Shenmo Peak rarely saw this porcelain plate and those fine sands, until today.

When a grain of sand falls, it becomes a picture.

The surface of the undulating picture of mountains and rivers is extremely smooth, without any gaps.

That's because all the grains of sand are closely and orderly arranged according to his idea.

This requires unimaginable spatial construction capabilities and computing capabilities, which are beyond human capabilities.

The garden was quiet, the wind blowing through the stream and the flowers and trees beside the stream did not dare to make any sound.

Ping Yongjia stared at the sand map on the porcelain plate with rounded eyes, and opened his mouth wide, thinking that Master is really amazing, this is more difficult than ascending, right?

Ah Da left Zhao Layue's embrace at some point, obediently and obediently lying opposite Jing Jiu, with his buttocks sticking out high, looking extremely respectful.

Zhao Layue's reaction was the most normal and natural, maybe because she watched Jing Jiu play with sand the most times?

She hugged her knees and looked sideways at the sand in the porcelain plate. The breeze stirred the messy hair and passed her eyes, cutting her black and white eyes into countless worlds.

Her eyes suddenly became brighter, not because she saw any truth from the sand, but because tears gradually filled them.

I don't know what she thought of, but she was so sad.

Back then at the Meihui in Chaoge City, after hearing Lian Sanyue's piano sound, Jing Jiu said four words - it's best not to understand.

At that time, she only felt that he became so far away at that moment.

Now she is already a powerful person at the pinnacle of breaking the sea, and there are few things she doesn't understand in the world, so she naturally understands what the so-called "far" means.

He only needs enough time now to be far enough away.

"It's still early."

Jing Jiu knew what she was thinking, so he reached out and rubbed her head to express his comfort.

Zhao Layue's short hair became more messy under his palm.

Jing Jiu took out a braid and held it in front of her eyes.

It was cut off a hundred years ago when she left the well house in Chaoge City. Gu Qing handled things carefully and kept it under his pillow all the time.

"It's really dirty." Zhao Layue glanced at it with some disgust, but didn't pick it up, and directly ignited the sword fire with her fingertips, burning the braid into green smoke.

Whether it's the cut hair, the peach blossoms at the gate of Shuiyue Temple, or the crabapple, you don't have to, but Qingshan still has to go back.

The group left Jingyuan and went to Yunji Town.

That restaurant, which has been in existence for more than two hundred years, no longer serves any other dishes, but only cooks various hot pots.

With the protection of Gu's family, and the support of tourists from all over the world, and even practitioners, the business of the restaurant is naturally unimaginable, but today it is naturally afraid to accept any business.

It's a pity that everyone in Jingyuan just had a hot pot meal today, and the shopkeeper could only kneel on the ground, watching those figures disappear from his eyes with extreme disappointment.

When he came to a certain house, Jing Jiu glanced at the carriage inside through the courtyard wall, and continued walking forward.

Even though they didn't control the sword, they only walked on their feet. With everyone's current level of cultivation, it still only took a short period of time to cross the long mountain road and arrive outside the Nanshan Gate.

The dense fog dissipated without wind, and the simple and even crude stone gate appeared in front of everyone. Under the gate, there was a famous deacon of Qingshan sitting behind the table and dozing, but he was no longer the same as before.

Jing Jiu didn't disturb the man, and walked under the stone gate, the mountain wind blew his white clothes slightly, like clouds.

Zhao Layue held Ada in her arms, and everyone followed her in.

Not far from Nanshan Gate is Nansong Pavilion, where Jing Jiu practiced in the outer sect—if sleeping can be counted as practicing.

There are green pines like umbrellas like canopies everywhere in the cliffs, the hard-working outer disciples are sitting under the pines, with a white hot mist rising above their heads, and in the depths of the pine forest, the sound of shouting and other boxing exercises can occasionally be heard.

He didn't meet those young outer disciples, and he was not interested in giving them advice on their cultivation, so he went directly through the pine forest to the small building.

Many years ago, when he returned to Qingshan, he walked like this, like a lion inspecting his territory. What is he going to do today?

Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu looked at each other, both a little nervous.

The person guarding the small building was an elder Shiyue Peak, who was about to ask a few questions when he saw the people who broke into the building, when he suddenly looked at Jing Jiu's face, rubbed his eyes subconsciously, then let out a cry, and bowed down.

Jing Jiu waved his hand to signal him to get up, put his hands behind his back and began to look at the portraits in the building.

Starting from the patriarch of the Qingshan Kaipai, he has been seeing Master Daoyuan Daoyuan, Master Shen Zhou, and then... Taiping Daoist and himself.

The portrait of Liu Ci is placed at the end.

Jing Jiu stood in front of this portrait for a while, then suddenly pointed to the two portraits in front of him and said, "They were all taken off."

The elder of Shiyue Peak was shocked when he heard the words, but he didn't dare to object. He took off the portrait with trembling hands, and asked, "Master Master, then this..."

Jing Jiu said, "In a few days, if anyone between me and him dies, we'll hang up."

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There is a mountain outside the city of Shangzhou, which has no reputation and no scenery. It is just a dozen or so ordinary farmers, each surrounded by a yard, and they seem to have no contact with each other.

In the most secluded and remote farmyard, there is a stone mill that has been in disrepair. Standing on the stone mill, Yinfeng is quite powerful, but one of her tail feathers is missing, she looks a little pitiful, like a rooster crowing every morning, but suddenly finds that the sun has not risen for several days.

"Why! Why is his luck so good! Why is he winning again this time!"

Yinfeng began to pace on the stone mill, looking quite anxious, like a tiger that has been trapped in a cage for many years, and her voice became more and more piercing: "Obviously the real person has figured everything out, and let Xiaosi become the head. It only takes more than ten years, and we can return to Qingshan, regain power in secret, control Chaoge City in the north, and control Chaoge City. Chaotian Continent is ours... But why did he wake up at this time! And he is so powerful!"

"Bah!" Patriarch Xuanyin spit thick phlegm on the ground, cleared his throat again, and continued to gnaw on a greasy bone.

Yinfeng looked at him with some disgust, and said, "How can you eat this kind of meat? It's really disgusting! Seeing how hard you are eating, can't you just throw it away?"

Patriarch Xuanyin put the meat and bones in his hand on the stone mill, took a deep breath, and said, "I have bad teeth now, which is why I have a bad appetite. Otherwise, how could I not be able to eat?"

Yinfeng said mockingly: "I've never seen such a stupid evil demon like you, that's one of everything! You dare to swallow it, with such a big hole in your stomach, how is your stomach recovering?"

Patriarch Xuanyin said seriously: "I am different from you, not because of the injury, but... a little old."

Hearing the word old, Yinfeng fell into silence, looking at him with more pity.

It is guarded by Qingshan, with a long lifespan, and there are still many years to live, but the ancestor Xuanyin... is really very old.

The farmyard became extremely quiet, and the wind blew from the west, fading the twilight and making the stars in the sky brighten.

Patriarch Xuanyin looked at the big locust tree outside the yard, and sighed in an old voice: "Really, I have not been around for a few years. I have been floating with you in the world for so long. When will I be tall?"

Sitting on the top of the big pagoda tree was a young man, his red clothes were particularly eye-catching in the remaining twilight, as if he was about to burn.

His left arm has been restored to its original state, but it looks abnormally white and tender, like a newborn baby, or like a lotus root just dug out of the mud.

I don't know if this is the supernatural power brought by Yuhua, but it can even heal the wounds caused by Wanwu's sword.

"Yeah, when will this day be the end?"

Yin San crouched on the top of a tree, picked up a stone in his hand, and threw it at a mouse in the field.

Looking at this scene, Patriarch Xuanyin and Yinfeng looked at each other, feeling extremely puzzled and worried.