It was quiet in the apartment.
As a result, the accompaniment of the movie grew louder, and the not-so-elegant voices grew louder.
Jing Jiu evaded Zhao Layue's gaze and turned to the Snow Girl on the other side of the soft chair, saying, "I … have seen this movie."
He added, "I watched it with the Master Eve."
It was the same movie about space pirates that he and Eve had watched in the movie theater in Foggy Mountain; but Eve left before finishing the movie.
Jing Jiu didn't want to talk to Zhao Layue reflexively, trying to avoid her.
The Snow Girl was right; he didn't want to wake up at all.
Zhao Layue grew angrier. "I know who Eve is," she said expressionlessly.
The Snow Girl wouldn't participate in this conversation, and neither did Ada and Cold Cicada. Hua Xi was frozen in the ice … Jing Jiu couldn't find anyone to help him.
The apartment grew quieter, as if waiting for someone to speak.
Jing Jiu had no choice but to say, "Really? She's a good person. "
"I'm not a good person, so I'll give you only one day."
Having said that, Zhao Layue sat on the soft chair, crossed her legs, and closed her eyes to rest.
Jing Jiu backed away uneasily. He leaned back and glanced at the Snow Girl gingerly, intending to ask her who this ferocious short-haired girl was.
The Snow Girl rolled her black eyeballs. After some thought, she decided to give up the idea of helping Jing Jiu since the matter had to be solved.
Time passed slowly. The quietness in the apartment seemed to increase as time passed; it was deathly still.
Ada felt bored. He leaped onto the table by the wall and drew close to the three-dimensional picture frame. Looking at the seemingly alive yellow cat in the frame, he meowed softly.
Cold Cicada was standing on top of Ada's head, rubbing its claws soundlessly and at a high speed, saying something to Ada in an excited manner.
After a long while, the street outside the window suddenly brightened.
It seemed that someone had turned on a particularly bright light by pressing a switch on the street.
That light was the sun.
Every day, the permanent star could illuminate the underground world from a distance only when it moved above the fissure, and the people here could see it.
And the process would be over soon.
The sunlight only lasted for a brief moment.
The people in the underground block were used to the feeling of hope being reborn and then abruptly extinguished. They did not even look up at the sky.
Only the military police who were called in from above subconsciously squinted their eyes and looked at the sky.
Zhao Layue opened her eyes and walked to the window to look at the sky.
The light was like the mouth of a well.
The people stood at the bottom of the well and watched.
The light quickly disappeared, as if someone had covered the mouth of the well with a slate.
She turned around and walked back to the soft chair. She reached out to touch Jing Jiu's face and said, "What a fool."
It would be difficult for Jing Jiu to wake up at this time. As long as his consciousness began to function as usual, the program hidden in his consciousness — namely, the new Inherited Heaven Sword — would begin to corrupt his soul, trying to gain control of his body as quickly as possible.
Jing Jiu possessed a strong will and soul strength that were extremely rare in this universe. Therefore, this would not be a matter of an instant. It would be a very long process.
It was a painful process that Jing Jiu couldn't even bear. And he couldn't solve the problem in the end.
Sensing the thin calluses and the slight coldness on Zhao Layue's fingers, Jing Jiu felt uncomfortable. He turned his head to look at the Snow Girl again, in an attempt to ask for help.
Fortunately, Zhao Layue pulled back her hand soon after.
She walked to the front of the Snow Girl and asked earnestly, "Is there any other way besides turning him into an idiot?"
The Snow Girl reached out her small and chubby hand, indicating that she could beat him to death.
Ada meowed twice on the cupboard, indicating that the Emperor was truly humorous.
Zhao Layue sat back on the soft chair and took out a document to read it carefully.
After she and Tong Yan came to this world, they had deduced the current situation of Jing Jiu through Ran Handong and the others.
Tong Yan had learned a great deal from Mr. Dan.
He had read many books and books in the praying hall of the University of Stargate and in the library of the University of Stargate, and he had come up with some solutions.
How did the new Inherited Heaven Sword work on the All in One Sword, that is, on Jing Jiu's body? This was a conjecture that had yet to be answered. However, the solutions he had come up with seemed to be quite sensible. They were all focused on reducing the strength of Jing Jiu's awareness and cutting off the energy source of the program.
In fact, the Snow Girl making Jing Jiu hibernate or turning him into an idiot by using the cold intent was one of the solutions Tong Yan had come up with.
Jing Jiu's brain might not have any cortex or neuron cells, but it should be a similar system in terms of its foundation. To reduce the speed of his awareness, the physical method was to suppress the brainwaves and interfere with the transmission of information between the neuron cells. In addition, there was another method, which was to isolate the connection between his neuron cells and the system, and to suppress the transmission of brainwaves by force.
The suggestion given by Tong Yan was … to attack with a high-energy heavy particle beam.
The problem was that this method might not be able to break through Jing Jiu's defense; if it could, it would be very dangerous.
Zhao Layue had come up with a method to replace the high-energy heavy particle beam, but it hadn't been verified by the experiment.
In fact, it was impossible to verify it. It was because there was only one Jing Jiu in the universe, and he was the only one in such a state.
Should he take the risk?
If the experiment failed, his awareness would suffer an irreparable damage even if the Snow Girl made him hibernate again. In other words, he might become an idiot who couldn't wake up from his eternal sleep.
Looking at the youth's childish face and his bewildered eyes, Zhao Layue didn't say anything for a long time.
She, who had always been decisive, hesitated at the moment.
Time didn't even pay attention to the will of god; but it would change its speed according to people's emotions.
When people were hesitating, time would move faster than usual, and the final line would suddenly appear in front of them.
The street lamps that had never been extinguished grew brighter, signifying the arrival of the night.
The military and police on the street dispersed for dinner, leaving only a few people on duty.
The gate of the game hall was still closed, but it had been secretly opened. The electronic synthesized female voices from the various gambling machines were very low.
In the corner of the market blocked by the warehouse, the famous barbecue stall in the Minsheng Street also quietly moved out. The charcoal fire began to bring out the aroma of food and seasoning.
The aroma quickly faded with the wind. It didn't disturb the sleepy military and police on duty. When it floated past the window of the apartment, it was smelled by Zhao Layue.
It was the smell of grilled eggplant, ale, and bitter gourd.
No matter where human beings were, or even if they weren't human, as long as they were alive, they would try so hard to live before the end.
Zhao Layue took a deep breath and made up her mind.
The last moment would come, and Jing Jiu had to solve this problem. Instead of waiting for a few more days like an idiot, it was better to wake up and take a gamble.
"Your Majesty, please stop the magical power," she said to the Snow Girl.
The Snow Girl tilted her head slightly and looked at her to make sure that she was not joking. The look in her eyes was slightly strange, but she still raised her round little hand.
A solid chill floated out from between Jing Jiu's eyebrows.
The temperature in the apartment suddenly dropped by dozens of degrees.
The window glass was covered with a thin layer of frost, and then it thickened at a speed visible to the naked eye until it turned into a whole piece of thin ice.
The chill returned to the Snow Girl's little hand.
Jing Jiu slowly closed his eyes as if his soul had been drawn out.
His fingers trembled slightly, and the speed of trembling grew faster and faster. Dense and continuous knocking sounds came from between his fingers and the armrest of the soft chair.
Ada knew that the critical moment had come. He turned into the study without hesitation and closed the door with a kick of his back foot.
It was not that he didn't worry about Jing Jiu, but he believed that he would be fine more than Zhao Layue, so he didn't want him to wake up and find himself in the most pitiful state.
When the knocking sound of fingers and armrest became a long sound, Jing Jiu still closed his eyes tightly and didn't open them.
His long eyelashes trembled slightly, but the frequency was very fast. If a drop of water fell on them, it would be cut into many pieces.
Zhao Layue stood in front of him and looked at him in Silence.
The Thoughtless Sword appeared in her hand, emitting a blood-like light.
Click!!! Jing Jiu's fingers stopped moving, no longer trembling.
His long eyelashes also stopped trembling.
He opened his eyes but didn't wake up. There was a hint of pain deep in his blank eyes, like a storm that was about to take shape and become more violent.
Zhao Layue held the two ends of the Thoughtless Sword and pulled it hard.
With a clear sword sound, the blood-red flying sword turned into a sword rope.
She tied the sword rope around Jing Jiu's neck.
Jing Jiu looked at her in bewilderment, not knowing what she was going to do. His expression was innocent, like a wounded animal.
"Don't pretend. We all know each other."
Zhao Layue thought of this expressionlessly, as she pulled the sword rope tightly with both hands. Her movement was very rough, even violent.
Many years ago, when Jing Jiu passed by Zhaoge City in the snow, he saw her in her mother's belly and left a bracelet for her.
That bracelet was the sword rope she used later. At the beginning of the story, it was used to tie up Taiping Zhenren in a restaurant in Cloudy Town.
Later, she and Jing Jiu participated in the Inherited Sword Competition and climbed the Shenmo Peak together. It was Jing Jiu who used this sword rope to tie her up and bring her to the peak top after she fell unconscious.
This sword rope was the Thoughtless Sword.
She brought the Thoughtless Sword back to Jing Jiu that day, but the way she did it was a bit special.
She exerted more and more force on the sword rope, and her palm, which was larger than that of a regular woman's, exuded a faint fairy energy.
Jing Jiu's face grew paler and paler. He clutched the sword rope with both hands, wanting to say something, but he couldn't.
Fortunately, his body was too special; otherwise, his head and body would have been separated from his body.
"Ada!" Zhao Layue yelled.
Ada didn't dare hide in the study room any longer. He turned into a flash of white light and came to the living room, throwing himself onto the soft chair.
The Clean-Heart Bell, which had been tied around his neck for five hundred years and had been washed by the starlight many times, finally rang again.
The crisp sound of the bell echoed in the room.
Along with the sound of the bell, Jing Jiu put down his hand gradually, and his eyes became clearer, but the pain in the depth of his eyes grew more intense, and he even started to pant.
Dozens of sword lights drifted out from the corners of Zhao Layue's sleeves.
She had entered the Shapeless Sword Body state, and used the Nine Deaths Sword Style of Shenmo Peak to infuse countless terrifying sword wills into the sword rope.
The Thoughtless Sword was the most bloodthirsty and vicious sword among the Nine Swords of Aoyama. At this time, its killing intent was even more intense, filling the entire room with blood.
— — -it didn't even look like a treasure weapon of a righteous sect, it was countless times more terrifying than those evil weapons.
Not too long after, all the killing intent, bloody light, and sword wills were retracted back into the sword rope.
The sword rope became bright red and crystal-clear, just like a red necklace.
Zhao Layue tied a dead knot on the sword rope, then finally loosened her hand.
Jing Jiu was no longer in pain like before, and his breathing gradually calmed down.
Zhao Layue stared at his eyes without saying anything.
"Ugh, ugh."
From start to finish, Xue Gie didn't do anything, only crouched down next to him, her black eyes carrying a rare curiosity and even rarer seriousness.
She was really curious about what method Zhao Layue used. Could it be that she used the invisible sword wills as heavy particles?
"You can't let him think, but you also don't want him to be so muddle-headed and irresponsible, so you just have to wake him up, and then stop him from thinking" Zhao Layue explained.
Xue Gie showed a rare moment of confusion, thinking, what does that mean? The mind is the most uncontrollable thing, you want him to stop thinking just because you tell him not to?
Zhao Layue said: "That's why you have to use this sword"
This is the Thoughtless Sword.
Thoughtless.
But he doesn't want to.
Perhaps it's a coincidence, or perhaps it's fate.
In the end, Spiritual Master Scenic Yang's first sword fell on his own neck.
Such a dangerous method, yet Zhao Layue used it on him. How powerful.
Jing Jiu's breathing grew steadier and longer, until it disappeared completely.
The expression in his eyes grew calmer, clearer, and finally more tranquil.
His eyebrows and eyes grew more beautiful and perfect.
Yet, his face was still as pale as before, and it was evident that he was much thinner than before, looking like a patient who had been bedridden for many years.
The blood-red sword rope had cut off most of the connection between his mind and his body, and it had even reduced the activity of his mind by a physical method.
He blinked a few times and woke up. Looking at Zhao Layue in front of him, he asked softly, "You're here."
Zhao Layue uttered "hmm".
Regardless of whether she meant ascending from Chaotian or coming to this apartment, she had come to his side.
"I didn't expect you to find me."
Jing Jiu still spoke slowly, and he seemed even weaker than before, like a person who was seriously ill. His tone had a hint of regret.
Zhao Layue thought that he had said that he would be able to see the sun as long as it was there.
Even if the sun was much dimmer than usual.
Even if it only appeared in the sky for a split second like what had happened earlier.
Ada stared at Jing Jiu while crouching on the soft chair.
Jing Jiu attempted to reach out his hand to touch Ada, but he found that he couldn't lift his arm, and he couldn't even feel his fingertips.
He had soon figured out his current situation. He turned his head slowly to Zhao Layue, saying, "I'll die sooner if I do this."
"You taught me this," said Zhao Layue.
Jing Jiu said, "I've only wielded my sword at my Big Brother, but I've never killed my Master."
Zhao Layue said to him, "You taught me how to use the sword."
What he practiced at the Shenmo Peak was the Nine-Deaths Sword style.
He wouldn't regret it even if he died nine times.
Since he was Jing Jiu, he should live proudly and clear-headed. He shouldn't regret it even if he died.
(End of this chapter)
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