Chapter 724 Advise You to Open Your Eyes

Jing Jiu was in a deep sleep in the meditation room, neither dead nor alive.

Xilai was holding the Yinfeng Wujian by the lake, not saying a word.

Under such a background, Yuan Qu and Zhuo Rusui came in with a tea set and a hot pot in their arms. This scene is ridiculous no matter how you look at it.

Zhao Layue was very calm and asked, "Why are you here so late?"

The Jade Bird News is back, Master Guangyuan and Nanwang are here, Qingshan Jianzhou is here, and the house by the lotus pond has been repaired, so these two guys came here.

Yuan Qu held the iron pot and bowed, looking like a waiter in a teahouse: "Master, we went to find something."

The hot pot is boiling, and the coals inside are emitting red light. You can imagine how hot it is to hold it. Zhuo Rusui is not afraid, but still feels a little awkward, and said: "It takes time to wait for the soup to boil!"

Zhao Layue knew what they were thinking, and waved her hand to signal them to go and set a table in the corridor.

Yuan Qu put the iron pot and teacups on the floor in the corridor, went to the teachers and asked for a small stove, and started to make tea.

Zhuo Rusui put down the hot pot, went to borrow tables and chairs, and sighed all the way.

Xi Lai listened to the commotion, walked from the lakeside through the Zen room to the corridor, watched the commotion in the venue, raised his eyebrows slightly, not knowing what everyone was doing.

Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu knew on the way here that the Sword God of the West Sea was here, and his realm was even more unfathomable than before. Seeing the other party appear at this time, they immediately turned into two wooden figures, standing motionless under the corridor, full of the spirit of Shenmo Peak.

Xi took a look at Zhuo Rusui and said it was good, then took another look at Yuan Qu and said it was normal.

Although the other party was the enemy of the Qingshan Sect, he was the Sword God of the West Sea after all, a world-recognized master of swordsmanship, Zhuo Rusui raised his eyebrows triumphantly, while Yuan Qu's expression remained unchanged, presumably he was used to this kind of frustration.

Zhao Layue said: "The soup is about to boil dry."

Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu came to their senses, ignoring the pressure and tension of being surrounded by a strong enemy, and hurriedly continued with their work.

After a while, the aroma of tea gradually rose, and the aroma of meat overflowed.

After Zhao Layue ate, Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu began to grab meat with their chopsticks like swords. The corridor was filled with sword lights, cutting through the twilight, and it was very lively.

It seemed to be lively, but it had a deep meaning. They were eating meat while paying attention to the movement in the meditation room.

Unfortunately, Jing Jiu still didn't wake up.

Suddenly dozens of sword strings fell down, condensed into silk, and landed on the bridge.

Accompanied by the sound of the silver bell, Nan Wang came to Sanqian Courtyard, she didn't even look at Xi Lai, walked to the table expressionlessly, took the chopsticks that Zhuo Rusui respectfully handed over and started eating meat.

After a while, Zhuo Rusui took out a bottle of wine out of nowhere, and handed it to her with both hands.

She opened the jug, drank a couple of sips, stood up and looked into the window, and found that Jing Jiu was still awake, she couldn't help feeling a little disappointed, turned around and left.

Zhao Layue had already finished eating at this time, holding a cup of tea between her lips, it seemed to be drinking but not drinking.

During the whole process, no one spoke, and the corridor was so quiet, only the sound of boiling red soup and the gurgling of tea in the iron pot could be heard.

Xi Lai vaguely understood something, shook his head, and walked back to the lakeside with Yin Feng's body in his arms.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu finally put down their chopsticks, looked at Zhao Layue and said, "We really can't eat anymore."

Zhao Layue was silent for a while, then said, "Isn't that okay too?"

Zhuo Rusui said, "Should it be replaced with white soup?"

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Regardless of red soup or white soup, as long as it can cook hot pot, it is a good soup.

Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu lived in Sanqianyuan, and that night they used the leftover hot pot soup to order three big bowls of noodles.

Accompanied by the starry sky, eating plain noodles with red oil, and listening to Zhao Layue's trip to the snowy field, they were no longer so anxious, and no longer had the initial vigilance and fear of the terrifying strong man holding a chicken and wielding a sword by the lake.

After a few days, the bird lady came.

She learned about Mr. Jing in Jingzong, and rushed over overnight. Jingzong is not too far away from Dayuan City, so she arrived fairly quickly.

After listening to Yuan Qu's words, she said, "I also made some preparations."

Looking at the chessboard and the two cans of chess pieces she took out, Zhuo Rusui couldn't help but curled up his lips, and said mockingly, "I mean junior sister... how do you think a fainted person can play chess with you? Or do you want the master to listen to the sound of you picking and pulling chess pieces?"

As soon as the voice fell, the wooden door of Sanqianyuan was knocked again, and it was Tong Yan who came this time.

Zhao Layue knew that he went to the underworld according to Jing Jiu's order and did a lot of things, so she looked at his pale face and said, "You're too injured, can you do it?"

Tong Yan said calmly: "When you play chess until you vomit blood, that's a picture that only appears in stories."

Zhao Layue didn't say anything more, thinking to herself who played chess in Chaoge City more than a hundred years ago and almost passed out?

Clinking, crackling, the sounds of black and white chess pieces falling on the board are diverse and pleasant, just like rainwater of different sizes falling on the tank in front of the porch.

Tong Yan and Que Niang are undoubtedly the second and third players in Chaotian Continent's chess skills. If the world knows that they are playing chess in this round window meditation room, they will be extremely excited. They wish to exchange their lives for the qualification to watch. However, the only ones who can see this match are the sleeping Jing Jiu and Bai Zao.

Zhao Layue, Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu had no interest in playing chess, they sat on the porch, holding teacups in their hands, watching Wei Yu in a daze.

Xilai took a look at the beginning of the game, and then carried Yinfeng's body back to the lake.

Zhao Layue looked at Yusi, and suddenly said, "They really look alike."

Zhuo Rusui knew that she was referring to the Sword God of the West Sea and the Master Master, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Yes, there are some troubles."

Yuan Qu looked back at them and vaguely understood the meaning.

When the rain stopped, the match was also over. Tong Yan stood up, quietly watched Bai Zao who was sleeping for a long time, then walked out of the meditation room, and said to Zhao Layue, "Why don't you try Jing Yunzhong?"

Xilai's emotionless voice came from outside the round window: "No, his spirit will be lost."

Tong Yan said: "Then there is no other way, unless he wants to wake up."

Xilai said, "Kill him."

"No!" Zhao Layue and others said in unison.

Que Niang, who was about to wipe Jing Jiu's face with a wet towel, stared at the back of the lakeside figure with vigilance written all over her face.

"Then I'm leaving." Tong Yan walked towards the bridge, stopped suddenly on the bridge, turned to look at Zhao Layue and asked, "He asked me to go back to the Zhongzhou faction...do you know?"

Zhao Layue said: "You are originally a disciple of the Zhongzhou School."

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On the third day after Tong Yan left, Gu Qing finally finished handling a lot of government and housework in Chaoge City, and rushed to Dayuan City.

He walked into the round window meditation room, stared at the tall figure by the lake for a long time, and found that he couldn't see any problems, then turned to look at Que Niang who was wiping Jing Jiu's feet, and saw many problems at a glance.

Jing Jiu slept in Chaoge City for a hundred years, he and Liu Shisui did this every day, so they were naturally very proficient in doing it, and carefully told Que Niang what to do.

When he came to the corridor, he saw many problems again.

First of all, the tea Yuanqu brewed was too strong, and although the Junshan Yinmei used was expensive, it was not the master's favorite Xiaoya.

The second is that Zhuo Rusui's hot pot tastes too strong, and the butter is too little, the boiling soup is not covered with oil, and the flavors of various dishes rise to the sky. Mixing them together will obviously dislike Master.

When it comes to things like making tea and making hot pot, no one in Shenmo Peak can do it better than him.

So the iron pot was carefully cleaned from the inside to the outside, and filled with Xiaoya tea sent by Shiyue Peak overnight. The hot pot was also changed to a different style, and served with various dishes that the Gu family had prepared long ago.

The same thing was done again, but the people in the room still didn't wake up.

Gu Qing grasped the bottom of the bowl with three fingers in his left hand, looked at the few green vegetable leaves floating and sinking in the white soup, and remained silent for a long time.

Back then, Jing Jiu slept in the Guocheng Temple for six years in order to refine the celestial consciousness left by the white blade in the celestial book.

Later, he forcibly crossed the border and killed Bai Ren's clone with the Qingshan Sword Formation, and he slept in Chaoge City for another hundred years.

Logically speaking, he should have gotten used to it long ago. The problem is that he clearly perceives that Master's deep sleep this time is very different from the previous ones.

Not breathing, not even a heartbeat, not even a trace of heat, what is the difference between this and a dead person?

Not knowing what to think of, Gu Qing showed a determined look on his face, put the bowl on the table with a snap, turned around and entered the Zen room again.

There was another slap, and he knelt down beside the bed, and said to Jing Jiu, "Master, I'll make it clear to the Queen Mother and Taozi when I get back, and let them choose by themselves, what do you think?"

Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu suddenly changed color, because there was too much information hidden in this seemingly simple sentence.

Zhao Layue picked out the charred green vegetable and threw it on the table, saying with a blank expression, "Keep eating."

Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu looked at each other without saying anything.

It's a pity that even so, Jing Jiu still didn't wake up.

When Lu Qing walked out of the meditation room, Zhuo Rusui patted him on the shoulder and said with emotion: "You really did your best."

"This is what I promised Master."

After saying this, he walked across the small bridge to the solitary grave, stood silently for a while, and said, "I had someone find that painting in your house. I have seen it. It should be Senior Lian Sanyue. Speaking of which, we are somewhat similar."

He knew that Mr. Li from Dayuan City was buried in this solitary grave.

He wiped his eyes and left Sanqianyuan.

Cosmos Front left a cold sword light in the night.

Zhuo Rusui stood on the porch, looking at the gradually fading sword light, wondering what he was thinking.

Xilai's voice sounded from the lakeside: "His talent is not as good as yours."

Zhuo Rusui raised his eyebrows and said triumphantly, "Of course."

Xilai went on to say, "But if it's the leader, I'll choose him too."

Zhuo Rusui's eyebrows dropped immediately.

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A few days later, Liu Shisui finally arrived at Sanqianyuan.

Looking at the dark-skinned young scholar, I don't know how many people have the same voice in their hearts: what should come has finally come.

Que Niang shouldn't have uttered her heart, causing Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu to stare resentfully. She thought that she risked being killed by the Sword God of the West Sea with one glance, and made so many hot pot meals and brewed so many pots of tea.

Even Zhao Layue had different expectations for Liu Shisui, and asked directly, "What's your idea?"

Liu Shisui was the last to arrive because he was the furthest away.

These days, he has been using runes to reinforce the bottom of the sea in the maelstrom with his classmates from Yimao Zhai. He has consumed a lot of energy and vitality, his face is extremely pale, and he has lost several rounds of weight.

Hearing Zhao Layue's words, he suddenly turned around and left Sanqianyuan.