Chapter 735: Those Fruits (Part 2)

After returning to Sanqianyuan from Dayuan City, Ping Yongjia sat on the bridge, keeping a distance from everyone.

He hugged his knees, stood facing the wind and looked into the distance, imitating loneliness, until when it came to Gu Qing's elopement, he couldn't help saying a word, and was scolded by Zhuo Rusui again.

After that, he was even more self-contained, and he didn't say a word, and everyone seemed to have forgotten his existence.

The so-called autism and being forgotten, in fact, everyone knows the reason.

Ping Yongjia is the sword spirit of all things with one sword. Back then, real Jingyang was born with a sword, so where did he go?

——What are you thinking?

Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui didn't hear what Jing Jiu said, Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu heard it but didn't quite believe it. Just like what Ping Yongjia said, they all felt that Jing Jiu should be that kind of person, who would do whatever it takes to survive and would never be influenced by any morality or emotion.

It wasn't until this time, when Jing Jiu talked about the past, that they gradually learned the truth.

The sky was full of stars, illuminating the small bridge and flowing water. The Sanqian Courtyard was so quiet, and Jing Jiu's voice was still floating in the stream.

More than a hundred years ago, when Immortal Jingyang ascended, he prepared to carry the sword of everything, just like Immortal Taiping promised to bring Yinfeng and corpse dog.

It would be easy for him to leave with the Bu Er Sword and Firth Sword, because although they are high in level, they have no spiritual consciousness. He wanted to take Wanwu Yijian away, but he had to let Wanwu Yijian advance to a sufficient level of ascension, because it was a living sword demon.

That's why there are two futons in that cave.

Thinking of Jingyang and Wanwu sitting on the futon together, Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui felt a little complicated and fascinated.

Zhao Layue asked: "Then why did you leave alone later?"

Jing Jiu looked at Ping Yongjia on the bridge and said, "Because we soon discovered that he couldn't ascend, so I had to leave alone."

Liu Shisui asked puzzledly: "Since Wanwuyi is the true spirit of Tianbao just like Qingtianjian, then it was born to hide the world, why can't it ascend?"

Jing Jiu said: "Qing'er is in the Tibetan world, and she can't leave. Xue Ji is also in the Tibetan world, and she couldn't leave in the past. They are different from human practitioners after all."

Hearing Jing Jiu's words, Ping Yongjia vaguely remembered some images, looked at the mountains under the stars, and said, "So you have been helping me find a way?"

"That's right, I spent several years getting you away from that sword, but you seem to have lost all your memory, turned back into that naughty monkey and just ran away."

Jing Jiu said: "I had already reached the critical moment of ascension, so I had no choice but to leave first. Later, I met you again in Qingshan, but I couldn't be sure that you were you."

If you want all things to be truly free, you must let them leave the carrying or bondage of the utensils.

This sounds esoteric, but it's really simple, and it's happened twice.

Jing Jiu helped Qing'er to leave Qingtianjian, and Xueji to leave this continent for the same reason.

Ping Yongjia was a little uneasy and asked, "Then can I still call you Master?"

Jing Jiu said: "A teacher for a day, a father for the rest of your life, not to mention that your previous life was also the door of practice that I brought you into."

Ping Yongjia heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the answer, ran down the bridge, and sat beside him.

Qing'er said: "You failed to ascend, and you were attacked by a white blade, so you used the Thunder Soul Wood to turn Jiansheng...you are really lucky."

Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui subconsciously looked at Jing Jiu, wondering if this is really lucky?

After returning from that cave, their attitude towards Jing Jiu had some very subtle changes, admiration and sympathy increased.

Jing Jiu gave Zhao Layue a questioning look.

Zhao Layue repeated the statement that Nan Wang was in the cave.

Zhuo Rusui, Yuan Qu, and Ping Yongjia also understood this meaning, and looked at Jing Jiu with a lot of sympathy.

Without any perception, unable to appreciate the beauty, walking in the world like a living dead, this is really the ultimate pain.

Jing Jiu was silent for a while, then said, "It's okay."

Zhao Layue looked into his eyes and said, "Not good."

No matter how deep and peaceful one's mind is, no matter how strong one's will is, living like that must be difficult.

"I have been sleeping most of the time for more than a hundred years, and the soul can perceive it in the Qingtian Jian. It is really good, and... I can always feel it from other places."

Jing Jiu walked to the bridge and looked at the world under the starry sky.

In this world, there are winds, flowers, snows, moons, sunsets and stars, and sea water fluctuations.

Those can be seen and felt.

Yes, he doesn't like hot pot.

Whether it's bone broth or butter soup, it doesn't make any difference to him, no matter how much chili and pepper are added. How can the taste of black hairy tripe be different from that of thousand-layer tripe? How can the taste of different parts of beef be different? What is the difference between the oysters in Lelang County and the cold water oysters in Dongyi Road?

But he likes watching people eat hot pot, watching Zhao Layue being gentle but eating meat non-stop, watching Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu fighting for meat, watching Liu Shisui and Gu Qing cutting meat.

It's like he doesn't like drinking tea either, no matter Xiaoya, Maojian or Xuepao, he can't taste it, but he likes to see the world through the heat in the teacup, likes to listen to the tea singing softly in the iron pot, and likes to see Lu Qing's focused expression when staring at the silver charcoal in the small stove.

Similarly, he doesn't like to drink, the green liquid that can bring a little feeling to Daoist Taiping and Patriarch Xuanyin is really like water to him.

The only thing is that in the magma river at the bottom of the cold mountain, he was soaked in it, and his skin could feel a slight burning sensation, which was indeed a bit comfortable.

That principle is probably similar to that of others drinking and eating chili.

Yes, he doesn't like those, and he doesn't care.

Probably.

I just don't cry when I'm sad.

No matter how dazzling the morning light is, I will not cry.

This is annoying.

Thinking of this, Jing Jiu gave birth to a self-deprecating smile.

"That's the end of this matter." He turned to his disciples and said.

Sanzenin Temple is very quiet.

Looking at his figure on the bridge, the disciples suddenly felt that he was lonely.

Many years ago at the Meihui in Chaoge City, when Lian Sanyue's piano sounded, Zhao Layue once looked at his face and had the same feeling.

"Everything is a cause and effect of each other. You are my cause and I am yours." Jing Jiu said: "I will affect you, and you will also affect me. I am a part of your life, and you are also a part of me, including Gu Qing... He went to the sea and satisfied himself, that is, perfected me. How could I be unhappy?"

Ping Yongjia said: "Yes, I can feel that Master, you are really happy now."

Jing Jiu said to him, "Go back to Qingshan."

Ping Yongjia was stunned, thinking what mistake did he make again?

Zhuo Rusui sighed, thinking that someone could perceive his emotions, anger, sorrow, joy and thoughts, and even be controlled by the other party, and anyone would feel uncomfortable. If you don't continue to pretend to be autistic at this time, if you insist on talking, won't that make the real master feel uncomfortable? So how does he make you feel at ease?

Ping Yongjia ran away, turned up countless leaf skirts in the lotus pond like a gust of wind, and disappeared into the night before everyone could react, heading towards the green hill.

After he left, the young head of Wu'en Sect was brought into Sanqianyuan.

Peng Lang was a little nervous, and also a little embarrassed, because all the disciples present were Qingshan disciples, and he was the only outsider.

Jing Jiu signaled him to follow him into the meditation room and closed the door.

Zhao Layue and Zhuo Rusui looked at each other, then at Liu Shisui.

They are the natural Dao species, and they are the most talented people in the Qingshan Sect and even the entire practice world.

Until suddenly a Peng Lang appeared in the world.

Peng Lang's name is very common, and he looks very common, but it only took more than a hundred years to break through the sky.

And it's not an ordinary Heaven-reaching realm, it's a Heaven-reaching powerhouse who can kill Emperor Xiao with one sword and block Xi Lai's sword.

This is so unreasonable.

What was Jing Jiu talking to him at this time?

Could it be another cause and effect?