Chapter 726 Tall, Really Tall

Many years ago, when Cheng Tianjian returned from overseas, Liu Ci turned into a spring rain, and the position of head of the Qingshan Sect was vacated, Jing Jiu said, I'll come. Who would have imagined that Fang Jingtian would reach the sky among the wild flowers in the mountains, and the real Taiping asked A Piao to write a letter, forcing him out of Qingshan directly.

Jing Jiu lived in the Jingyuan outside Yunji Town for a period of time, attracting countless practitioners in the world to make pilgrimages, but only two people were able to enter the Jingyuan and see him. That is Zhou Yunmu and Lu Jin, the master and apprentice of Xuantianzong. People think that they must have gained great benefits—whether it is exercises or elixirs.

Huaibi is a sin. When they left Jingyuan, they began to be chased and killed by people whose eyes were red with jealousy. Fortunately, they were protected by disciples of Liangwang Peak and Su Ziye. Over the next hundred years, the power of evil ways declined, and the situation in the practice world gradually calmed down. Those who had been watching Xuantianzong realized that there was nothing special about the pair of master and apprentice, and gradually relaxed until they forgot about it. But in fact, they did take one thing from Jingyuan.

Even Zhao Layue didn't know about this.

The black sign is not the token of the head of the Qingshan Sect, nor is it the emerald green Yinfeng Ming tablet. I don't know what it is for.

Lu Jin took the black card, feeling very heavy, and said, "Then shall we leave now?"

Zhou Yunmu said: "If this brand is really some kind of great treasure, I'm afraid it will cause a big commotion. You stay in the sect to sit in charge, and I'll just walk away."

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One morning, the morning glow dyed the sky red.

Suddenly, a line of clouds appeared in the eastern sky, redder than the morning glow, but without the bloody flavor of Firth Sword, it carried a serene Zen breath.

The sound of the sword came from the sky outside the Three Thousand Courtyard, and the morning glow was brighter under the light of the sword, presumably the strong man of the Green Mountain Sect was coming here.

The lotus cloud illuminated the newly blooming flowers in the lotus pond, and also illuminated the small bridge. With a soft snap, a pair of feet as white as lotus landed on the bridge.

Zhao Layue, Zhuo Rusui, Yuan Qu, and Que Niang bowed to the monk who was still like a child on the bridge: "I have seen Zen."

Zenzi finished his work at the Maelstrom, and made a special detour to Dayuan City on the way back to Baicheng. The cassock was full of sea breeze cuts and salt flowers.

Liu Shisui asked, "Is there any problem over there?"

"Your teacher is finishing up over there."

Zenzi walked down the wooden bridge and came to the meditation room. He opened the fingers of his right hand slightly, and they formed a light mirror.

The morning light in the sky leaked in through the doors and windows, and through the condensation of the light mirror, hundreds of slowly rotating scriptures were reflected and fell on Jing Jiu's body.

Zhao Layue and the others looked at this scene without saying a word to disturb them, nor did they hold out much hope. I don't know how long it took, Zen Zi retracted the light mirror, shook his head and said: "The sword essence is gone, it's like blood has been drained, logically speaking, he should be dead at this time."

This is the same as Xilai's initial judgment.

Zenzi continued: "It's just that a real person has the ability to change the world, and also has the supernatural power to cut life and death. I don't know how to keep a trace of sword intent in the deepest part."

"If the sword intent was prepared by the head, why didn't he wake up?" Zhuo Rusui asked puzzled.

"Because he was seriously injured. In other words, he worked harder than he imagined in this battle to save the world." Chanzi looked at Jing Jiu's face, looked at the eyelashes gently fluttered by the morning breeze, and couldn't figure out why he did this. "Now his soul is also in a deep sleep, so he can't enter the Qingtianjian."

There is a clear and pleasant bird song outside the window, which is the blue bird on the branch expressing its approval.

Zhuo Rusui said helplessly: "Of course we know that he is in a deep sleep, and what we are asking is why he can't wake up."

"Have you ever thought about it, his body is transformed by the sword of all things, so what is his soul for this body?" Zen Zi turned to look at Zhao Layue and asked.

Zhao Layue said, "It's... a guest staying here."

She thought of this problem very early on, that's why she was so wary of Ping Yongjia, and she took Jing Jiu to leave Donghai for the snowy field, but refused to return to Qingshan.

For the body transformed by the sword of Wanwu, Ping Yongjia, who dared not leave in Jianfeng at this time, is the real master.

"I don't know that I am a guest in my dream..."

Zenzi looked around at the crowd and said: "The real man once said that he is the direction of all causes and effects, so is he still the same Jingyang as before?"

Xilai once expressed a similar meaning.

In their view, the real Jing Jiu in the past is the same person as Jing Jiu now, but they are not exactly the same person.

They are not two identical rivers, but the upstream and downstream of a river.

Can the current Jing Jiu let go of the karma of Jingyang and become the real him at this moment?

If he could, he might wake up.

After listening to Chanzi's narration, Liu Shisui thought about it for a long time, and then said honestly, "I don't understand."

He had read countless volumes in Yuntai, listened to scriptures in Guocheng Temple for many years, and even read a lot in Yimao Zhai. Although he looked like the dark-skinned peasant youth, he was actually the most knowledgeable person among the practitioners of this generation.

"Actually, I don't really understand it myself. This is what happened to him. Maybe... only he understands it."

Zenzi looked at Jing Jiu who was sleeping again, and said, "But I'm not worried that he won't wake up. No matter if he is Jing Jiu or Jing Jiu, of course he will leave me behind."

Zhuo Rusui said: "Didn't you say that the Master Master didn't expect that he would suffer such a serious injury, so the sword breath couldn't wake him up?"

Zenzi glanced at him like an idiot, and said, "A person who is so afraid of death like him will only leave a back hand?"

"Those inferences of yours, or are you saying... you know who I am today?"

Xilai's voice suddenly sounded outside the round window.

"Although I really don't understand, it may indeed mean that."

After saying this, Zen Zi lifted the hem of his monk's robe, stepped over the round window, came to the lake, and sat side by side with Xilai on the stone bench.

Bare feet like white lotus poke into the cool lake water, swinging and swinging, attracting many fish to play.

Xilai asked: "It is rumored that you were the respected, serious and upright Master Linxi of Guocheng Temple in your previous life, but after reincarnation, you are playful like a child. What's the mystery?"

Zenzi said: "I discussed this issue with Master Jingyang. After the death of my father-in-law, I gradually remembered some memories of my previous life, but does that prove that I am me?"

Xilai said: "It is indeed extremely difficult to prove, just like him, is he Jing Jiu or Jing Jiu? Or who would he like to be?"

"I really don't understand, but what you said is right, I am really playful in this life."

Zenzi took out a large handful of thin wooden sticks from his sleeve and threw them on the stone bench between the two of them.

Those thin wooden sticks are casually hung up like this, some are scattered outside, but if you look carefully, you can find that the structure is extremely complicated, and it is very difficult to disassemble it.

This is the most common game played by children, and it is also the simplest game. Xi Lai no longer cares about worldly affairs and only focuses on sword cultivation, so he knows how to play it.

He glanced at Zen Zi, and found that the other party's eyes were very clear, but so serious.

He thought for a while, then reached out and pulled out one of the sticks.

Either the topmost, easiest one, or the most difficult one, or just a random one.

The morning breeze blew across the lake, and the morning light was slightly chaotic, ushering in two sword lights.

Immortal Guangyuan and Nan Wang fell by the lake, Zhao Layue and others also came to the field, their eyes fell on the stone bench.

They knew that this pile of wooden sticks was the battle between Zenzi and Xilai.

Zenzi stretched out his hand and pulled a wooden stick.

Xilai then suddenly pulled out two sticks at the same time.

Zenzi glanced at him.

The lakeside is extremely quiet, even when Chen Feng comes to the stone bench, he will stop consciously, and no one will disturb him.

A game that is very simple for children is naturally impossible for people like Xi Lai and Zen Zi.

It didn't take long for Nan Wang and the others to see the true intention of the game.

The choice of Chanzi and Xilai seems to be random every time they draw sticks, but it is not. The purpose of their choice of sticks is not just to pull out that one stick, but to make the pile of sticks more complicated and fragile, adding countless difficulties to the opponent. Rather than saying that this is a small game of drawing wooden sticks, this is more like playing chess, and it is not an ordinary chess game. It is somewhat close to the three-dimensional chess game that Jing Jiu demonstrated to people at Qipan Mountain in Chaoge City back then.

Obviously, Que Niang had already remembered that scene back then, her eyes became extremely bright, and her expression was extremely focused.

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As time goes by, the morning breeze is still gentle, and the morning light is getting thicker and redder.

The lakeside was still silent, and the speed at which the two of them pulled out the wooden sticks became slower and slower. Chanzi's expression was very solemn, and Xilai also changed his sitting posture once. In terms of realm strength alone, Zenzi should be slightly inferior to Xilai, but he has been studying this pile of sticks painstakingly since he went to Qingshan to ask Jingyang real person for a hundred days, and he really doesn't know the final outcome.

Finally, most of the wooden sticks have been pulled out, or fell to the ground, or floated on the surface of the lake.

On the stone bench, there are only three solitary thin wooden sticks hanging on each other, presenting a sense of stability and balance in an indescribable way.

It looked like the frame of a bonfire, burning slowly in the morning light.

At this time, as long as one more stick is drawn out, the remaining two sticks will definitely fall down, unless they use magical powers to maintain it, but what's the point of that?

Then it was Zen's turn.

He looked at the three wooden sticks on the stone bench, and remained silent for a long time. His white lotus-like bare feet patted on the lake, driving those disturbing fish away.

"I lost."

Zenzi said with a smile, just like a chess master who throws a piece and admits defeat.

The key to the victory of this game is not their tactics and choices, but judging from the final result, it only lies in the number and order of wooden sticks.

Zenzi put down the pile of sticks, and except for those scattered sticks, they could count the number of sticks together at a glance.

"Your deduction and calculation ability is no longer inferior to his. Even if he wakes up, he can't beat you with this."

After saying this, Chanzi walked to the surface of the lake. The lake water moved slightly, and a lotus cloud was naturally formed.

Nan Wang looked at him and said, "Just leave like this?"

Zenzi said: "I can't beat him, what should I do if I don't go? Go back to Baicheng."

With the strength of Chenfeng, he sent Lianyun to the sky, heading towards the snowy field under the morning glow.

Everyone looked away, looking at the statue-like Xilai on the stone bench, feeling a strong sense of frustration.

At this time, the blue bird left the branch and flew over.

It grabbed a thin wooden stick with its two small claws, lowered its head, bit the other thin wooden stick, pulled it out, and threw it aside.

It looked up to the west and said triumphantly: "Is this my victory? Should you leave?"

Xilai didn't know what to say.

"Don't be ashamed."

Zhuo Rusui said seriously: "You are walking on stilts."

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(I wrote some words, but after thinking about it, I deleted them. I wish you all a happy day. I will also write more happy words like today’s chapter, so please do your best.)