Chapter 736 Two Questions

One of the most famous private evaluations of Jing Jiu by the disciples of Shenmo Peak was that Jian didn't talk too much.

He really said very little, so when the door of the meditation room was not opened for a long time, Zhao Layue and others felt a little strange and made a lot of guesses.

Could it be that he wanted to trick the young head of the Wuen Sect into Qingshan?

Liu Shisui suddenly felt that the young master asked him to learn swordsmanship from Xilai in order to receive Peng Lang under his disciples.

"No way? That's the head after all." He looked at Zhao Layue and asked in a low voice.

Zhao Layue said, "Think about Chanzi."

Liu Shisui and the others suddenly realized. Back then, Chanzi once asked Master Jingyang for a hundred days at Shenmo Peak. Since then, the cultivators have believed that Master Jingyang and Chanzi have half-master friendship, and the relationship between Guocheng Temple and Qingshan School is ordinary, and this is the reason why they only look at Shenmo Peak differently.

"Are we going to chat for a hundred days this time?" Zhuo Rusui yawned and said, "Then shall we go to bed first?"

The stars are in the sky and the lake, the night is so quiet, there is no sound from the meditation room, it is a good time for a deep sleep. That being said, no one would leave, just like this, as time passed, the starlight faded, and the morning sun faintly revealed its face in the east. With a creak, the door of the Zen room was pushed open, and Peng Lang walked out.

Yuan Qu knew that it was inconvenient for Master and Zhuo Rusui to ask questions, so he took the initiative to go forward, saluted, and asked with a smile what Jing Jiu had said to him.

Peng Lang said gratefully: "The real person taught me a lot of swordsmanship, and allowed me to go to the sword peak of your sect to find a sword for myself in the future."

Everyone thought that it was indeed the case, if Jing Jiu was going to do business, he must be a first-rate person in the world.

Peng Lang thought about the end of the conversation, and said in a daze, "The real person said that there is something wrong with my name, but he can't change it. I don't know what it means."

These words are really confusing, and Zhao Layue and others don't understand.

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Just as Peng Lang left, a small sedan chair with green curtains descended in the morning light.

The morning breeze caused the green curtain to flutter slightly, Ah Piao Piao came out, and asked curiously: "Who was the one who left just now, Master Guang Yuan actually sent him off in person."

When it comes to things like seniority, the Qingshan School is the most chaotic right now, and the culprit is of course Jing Jiu, it all depends on which life it comes from.

Hearing A Piao's words, Zhuo Rusui thought of the young head of the Wuen Sect again, and felt so boring.

He turned around and went to the solitary grave, ready to play some fists to relax his mind.

Yuan Qu explained Peng Lang's identity a few words, Ah Piao was a little surprised, and soon stopped thinking about it, and shouted happily to the Zen room: "Sir, how did you become so strong!"

She rushed into the meditation room, but bumped into a person and floated up like a leaf.

"What are you doing!"

She smoothed her leaf-like black bangs, and yelled angrily, and then realized that it was Zhao Layue who blocked her way, so she quickly silenced her voice, and didn't dare to complain anymore.

Zhao Layue said: "He has some things to do, wait a minute."

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The morning light shines on the small bridge and flowing water, also on the flowers and trees in Pinghu Lake, and on the meditation room.

Jing Jiu reached out his hand to condense some water in the air, warmed it slightly with the sword fire, wet the towel in his hand, walked to the bed and began to wash Bai Zao's face.

The steaming towel moved slowly over that clear and slightly pale face, wiping off a little dust and a few strands of silk that hadn't completely melted away.

When he was trapped in the snowfield a hundred years ago, he never did this kind of thing, because she was in the silkworm cocoon at that time, and of course he thought it was pointless to do such a thing.

Meaning needs to be given, and the sense of ritual is such a thing, such as eating hot pot before doing big things, such as what to do before parting.

He wiped Bai Zao's face and neck carefully, including his hands. After finishing these things, he stood up and walked out of the meditation room.

The morning light fell on the porch, shining on the wooden floor, just like when Lian Sanyue left.

He stood in the morning light, not knowing what he was thinking, and remained silent for a long time.

"You all go back to Shenmo Peak and wait for me." He looked at A Piao and said, "You go too, don't rush back to the lower realm."

A Piao knew that something big was going to happen, and she vaguely guessed what it was, her small face became a little pale, and the light showed undisguised reluctance.

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Dozens of sword lights illuminated Leng Shan.

Those sword lights did not mean that there were many flying swords.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue fell to the ground, and the sword light from their sleeves gradually disappeared.

The wasteland is not desolate, there are many green shrubs and weeds, illuminated by those fleeting sword lights, and finally ushered in a highlight in a short life.

In front of them there is a huge crack, stretching out to a certain piece of red field in the distance, where Lieyang Gorge used to be.

There are also many weeds growing on the cracked cliff. This is because the fire veins in the ground are gradually dying down and a lot of magma has been lost, and it is more due to the power of time.

Liu Ci has been around for more than a hundred years.

Thinking of this, Jing Jiu was still unhappy, and didn't want to stay here any longer, so he took Zhao Layue to fly deep into the crack.

All the way through countless narrow and deep passages, severely damaged ancient battlefields, and meandering but calm magma rivers, they came to the deepest part of the Soul Gathering Valley.

The restriction established by the Zhongzhou faction here has been lifted by Master Bai, and the huge transparent wall disappeared without a trace, but the magma did not continue to fall into the abyss, because there was a scholar who kept busy there, because the big Buddha was blocking it below.

Bu Qiuxiao's clothes were full of tears, and there were traces of being scorched by magma.

He was holding a brush in the sky and was writing talismans non-stop, his expression was so focused that he didn't notice the arrival of Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue.

Countless auras with the unique taste of words emerged from the tip of the pen and fell into the river, causing the magma to gradually solidify. The miraculous thing is that the solidified magma is not as smooth as rocks. There are extremely deep and countless runes on the surface that seem to be carved with knives. From a distance, it looks like paper full of words.

That pen is not a Guancheng pen, but in the hands of a sage, it can produce flowers with a random wave.

"What a great ode to heaven and earth."

Looking at this scene, Jing Jiu said with appreciation.

Hearing his voice, Bu Qiuxiao was a little surprised, turned around and looked at him with a smile and said, "The real person is leaving? Is this a special trip to say goodbye to us?"

"Before I leave, I want to know the answers to two questions."

Jing Jiu asked, "The question related to you is, is that person you or your teacher?"

Bu Qiuxiao looked at Zhao Layue beside him.

Jing Jiu said, "She knows."

Bu Qiuxiao said in a weak voice, "The real person promised me not to tell anyone."

Jing Jiu said, "After I leave, there must be someone in Qingshan who knows this secret, otherwise how can I check and balance you?"

It was obviously a very shameless calculation, but it was said to be so upright, Bu Qiuxiao was convinced, but naturally he would not tell Jing Jiu the answer.

"I won't say it." He said seriously.

Jing Jiu confessed to Zhao Layue: "He Zhan's biological father is Master Bu Zhai's teacher."

Zhao Layue nodded and said, "I will remember."

At this moment, a deep, sound like an ancient bell came from the abyss: "I also heard the question, what should I do?"

Jing Jiu said, "The real Buddha is speechless, he should trust you."

Saints also have tempers. Bu Qiuxiao didn't want to listen to Jing Jiu's nonsense anymore, so he asked, "What's the second question?"

Jing Jiu flew to the front of the lava river and looked into the abyss.

Countless magmas fell towards the abyss these days, and all of them have solidified at this time, looking like a ladder connecting the underworld and the human world.

At the end of the ladder, you can see a pair of extremely broad shoulders that are as stable as the earth.

He asked: "March told the story of your birth, is it true?"

There was no sound from the other side of the abyss for a long time.

Cao Yuan didn't seem to want to answer this question.