Jing Jiu could go anywhere he wanted to without knocking on the door. He did so to show the girls in the nunnery the peach blossoms, and he also wanted to ask the people in the nunnery about something.
Unexpectedly, the people of Shui Yue Nunnery didn't know where that guy had gone either. He went to the meditation room with a round window. Lian Sanyue had slept here for many years, and a peach blossom had always been by her pillow.
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There was also a meditation room with a round window in the Three-Thousand Nunnery outside Dayuan City.
The meditation room in Shui Yue Nunnery was built under the order of Lian Sanyue.
It was here that she had recuperated and rested in the beginning.
It was for this reason that there was a grave here.
The solitary grave of one thousand years was not so desolate as it was accompanied by the morning sunlight every day.
Jing Jiu stood in front of the Young Master Li's grave for a while, and then he turned around and walked to the other side of the bridge.
Many things had happened in the nunnery on the other side of the bridge. For example, Lian Sanyue slept for a long time, Bai Zao slept for a long time, and Jing Jiu slept for a long time as well. Another thing was that the entire Aoyama Sect had almost moved here when he was asleep. Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu had arranged the hotpot; Tong Yan and Que Niang had arranged the chess game; Liu Shisui had made a bamboo chair; and Gu Qing had even knelt down by the bed and told him about it.
Yet, there was only one significant event that had happened in this nunnery.
Lian Sanyue had become the morning sunlight that filled the sky.
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After staying in the Three-Thousand Nunnery for a few days, Jing Jiu had finally returned to Aoyama.
He landed on Shenmo Peak after taking a look at the horse-drawn carriage of the Gu Clan in Cloudy Town.
Shenmo Peak was even more deserted than before. The monkeys were chirping incessantly, welcoming his return with a bewildered expression.
It suddenly rained down from the sky. It seemed that the reconstructed Great Formation of Aoyama didn't care much about this aspect.
The sound of leaves hitting on the ground could be heard at the foot of the cliff.
Jing Jiu turned around and saw Gu Qing.
Gu Qing couldn't speak for a while due to the complicated feelings he had. He knelt down on the ground with a thud and knocked his head on the ground.
"Have you been here all this time?" Jing Jiu asked.
Gu Qing said, "Zhen Tao left two years ago, so I came back here."
The whole of Chaotian had no idea that he had returned to Shenmo Peak and lived in the small wooden hut he had built a thousand years ago.
Jing Jiu didn't expect that he would ask the King of Boats and Shui Yue Nunnery.
He looked at his favorite disciple and said after a moment of silence, "Have some tea."
He didn't treat Gu Qing as a guest and invited him to drink tea, but he wanted him to make tea.
Perhaps it was still the iron kettle and small stove from back then. The tea was bubbling and emitting an extremely faint fragrance.
Jing Jiu picked up the teacup and brought it to his nose. He sniffed it and revealed a satisfied expression.
Looking at this scene, Gu Qing was very surprised. Could it be that his master could do it now?
After taking a sip of tea, Jing Jiu said, "It's good to reminisce for a while. Let's find a time to ascend."
Gu Qing didn't dare object, replying, "Yes, Master."
Jing Jiu uttered "hmm" and threw the teacup to the foot of the cliff.
The sounds of quarreling and fighting broke out in the forest; it should be the monkeys fighting for the tea.
Soon, a cheerful cry broke out; it seemed that one of the monkeys had snatched the tea.
Gu Qing guessed what Jing Jiu meant by throwing the teacup. "Are you going to …" he asked after some hesitation.
"I'm going on a long journey," said Jing Jiu.
Gu Qing asked nervously, "Will you come back?"
"I don't think so," said Jing Jiu.
As for whether this journey would lead to death or to an endless path ahead, Gu Qing didn't know and didn't dare ask.
"What else … do you want to do?" asked Jing Jiu.
After some thought, Jing Jiu said, "Let's eat hotpot."
Gu Qing had confirmed his earlier guess. His master was indeed different from before, and he could sense it now.
Jing Jiu felt sad despite the pleasant surprise, and asked the monkeys to inform Shiyue Peak and other places.
While waiting for the food ingredients and utensils, Jing Jiu was worried that his master would feel bored, so he asked cautiously, "Would you like to play mahjong for a while?"
"I'm short of people," said Jing Jiu.
No sooner had he said this than a dusty dragon came out from the distant Sword Peak, passing through the peaks and the Sword-Washing Stream, and arrived in front of the Shenmo Peak. Then it arrived at the top of the peak in an instant. As the dusty dragon dispersed, the figure of Ping Yong-Ka appeared.
Ping Yong-Ka knelt down in front of Jing Jiu with tears in his eyes, saying, "Master, you've finally come back."
"I'm here to tell you that that guy is dead," said Jing Jiu.
Suddenly, a bridge formed by the strings of swords stretched from the top of Qingrong Peak to the top of Shenmo Peak. Nan Wang walked over from the bridge.
She looked calm and collected, but the silver bells on her bare ankles were ringing incessantly, looking very messy.
"Can you drink wine?"
"I can do everything."
Jing Jiu took the alcohol jar from her hands.
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After eating hotpot, drinking wine, and playing two games of Mahjong, Jing Jiu went to Tianguang Peak.
The small hut had been repaired, and a chair had been set up; but the stone monument on the Round Turtle couldn't be restored.
"I've always thought that the hermit peaks are not in the stone monument, but in your stomach."
Jing Jiu walked to the front of the Round Turtle and sat down, looking at the ocean of clouds that looked like a blanket outside the cliff, as if he were talking to himself.
The Round Turtle remained motionless with his eyes closed, as if he were made of a real rock.
Jing Jiu continued, "I had thought that you might want to conceal some of your magic, so I didn't pay much attention to it. But now I've learned some things in the outside world, and I've thought of you again."
The Round Turtle opened his eyes slowly and glanced at Jing Jiu with his murky eyes, saying in a hoarse voice, "Ah, you're back!"
Jing Jiu didn't pay any attention to the Round Turtle's pretense, as he said, "Not every life has its own meaning, and not everything has its own explanation; but a being like you … can't possibly exist just to accompany time."
The Round Turtle was the most ancient divine animal in Chaotian. He had been guarding this place since the founding of the Aoyama Sect. Nobody knew how long he had lived, and nobody knew what kind of remarkable magic he possessed.
"Immortal, what are you trying to say?" the Round Turtle asked with a bewildered expression.
Jing Jiu pulled back his gaze and said while staring into the Round Turtle's eyes, "That god found a way to control the Snow Girl and the All in One Sword after he came to Chaotian; but why haven't we found the Snow Girl after so many years?"
The Round Turtle asked after some thought, "Is it because she has snow blindness?"
Jing Jiu said, "It's because the black obelisk and the All in One Sword have been guarded by someone the entire time."
After a moment of silence, the Round Turtle said, "You have to make it clear that I'm not a human being."
"It's indeed you," Jing Jiu said.
"You guessed it right. The All in One Sword and that thing were both kept in my stomach." The Round Turtle continued, "After the god you mentioned came, I spat them out and gave them to him in secret."
"Why?" asked Jing Jiu.
The Round Turtle said angrily, "I'm responsible for guarding the All in One Sword and keeping an eye on the formidable Snow Girl; I'm under a lot of pressure. Besides, all the prisoners were dead at the time; why couldn't I relax for a few days?"
Jing Jiu asked after some thought, "Are you a supervisor left by that civilization?"
The advanced civilization that set up this space prison couldn't leave the Snow Girl alone, so it was understandable that they had left some measures to restrain her in secret.
"What the hell are you …" the Round Turtle retorted.
Jing Jiu pressed, "What are you then?"
The Round Turtle looked at the distance, his eyes showing the vicissitudes of life. "In fact, I'm a prisoner," he said slowly.
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