The next morning, Liu Shisui came again to sweep the courtyard, collect his breakfast, and gather the leaves into a beautiful pile.
Jing Jiu looked at him in Silence.
He had heard the conversation between Master Lü and Liu Shisui last night.
Even if he could not hear it, Master Lü would deliberately let him hear it.
Master Lü hoped that he would have the self-awareness to drive Liu Shisui away out of humiliation.
Jing Jiu understood Master Lü very well. If it were him, he would do the same.
How could a cultivator waste time on such things?
If Liu Shisui had listened to Master Lü's advice, he would have understood and done the same.
Before the Great Dao, there was no heaven and earth, let alone a young master.
But he did not expect that after tossing and turning all night, Liu Shisui would still come today and do the same things, even more so than before.
Jing Jiu suddenly wanted to know what this little boy was thinking.
But since Liu Shisui did not listen to Master Lü's advice, he naturally would not drive Liu Shisui away because of something as inexplicable as dignity.
It was not easy to have someone familiar with his habits helping him take care of his daily life. In the long years before, he had never had such a person.
After Liu Shisui finished his morning chores, he brewed a pot of tea and placed it on the table. He then brought out the bamboo chair from the room.
Jing Jiu lay down on the bamboo chair, facing the rising sun. He narrowed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the chair's armrest without any rhythm.
Liu Shisui did not go to the training hall today. He stayed in the small courtyard, striding forward. His arms seemed to stretch out casually, but they were as fast as lightning.
If it was in the past, he would not have reacted to the sound of Jing Jiu tapping on the bamboo chair. But after a few days of confirmation, he naturally began to listen attentively.
No rhythm was still a kind of rhythm. It still represented the length and interval of breathing.
When the sun rose over the peaks, Liu Shisui finally finished tempering his body. His little face was covered in sweat and his body was slightly sore.
He did not feel that it was tiring. Instead, he felt that it was very enjoyable.
He turned around to look at Jing Jiu, who seemed to be sleeping soundly on the bamboo chair. He couldn't help but grin.
Having known Jing Jiu for a year, he knew that most of the time, Jing Jiu looked like he was sleeping, but in fact, he wasn't.
"Young Master …"
Liu Shisui hesitated. He had never done such a thing before. But thinking of Master Lü's solemn face last night, he finally mustered up his courage and whispered, "… Can you not be so lazy?"
Liu Shisui knew that his Young Master was very lazy. The bamboo chair he was sitting on was proof. He didn't know how he moved it from his home.
He knew that the Young Master was a very smart person and was very capable. However, it was not easy for him to come to the Aoyama Sect and have the chance to learn Sword Dao. How could he continue to be so lazy?
If the Young Master continues to be so lazy, how will he pass the inner sect examination? What if he was really driven away by the Immortal Master?
Even a child with natural Dao quality would not be able to hide his true emotions.
Seeing the worry on Liu Shisui's little face, Jing Jiu was startled and then laughed.
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That night, Jing Jiu stood in the small courtyard with his hands behind his back and looked at the peaks under the starry sky. He was silent.
He did not listen to Liu Shisui's advice. He strode forward and practiced his fists. He pursued the perfection of the realm of Propriety and built a good foundation for his future cultivation.
He did not need it.
According to the standard of ordinary cultivators, he had long passed the realm of Propriety and entered the realm of Spiritual Stability.
To be more precise, when he stepped into the stream in the cave, he was already in the realm of Spiritual Stability.
Looking back at the tens of thousands of years in Aoyama, he should be the one who entered the realm of Spiritual Stability the fastest.
He did not feel proud, because he could only do so because of the special nature of his body.
Naturally, a cultivator of Master Lü's realm could not see through the mystery.
Everything in the world had its gains and losses.
He took out a light blue elixir, threw it into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it.
He took a sip of herbal tea and shook his head, feeling that the taste was very ordinary.
If this scene fell into the eyes of Master Lü or other immortals of Aoyama Sect, they would probably be shocked to the core.
The light blue elixir was called Zixuan Elixir, the best elixir a cultivator could take in the Initial realm.
For disciples in the realm of Spiritual Stability, a Zixuan Elixir was equivalent to a year of hard work.
One could imagine how precious this elixir was. Only those disciples with the most potential would have such treatment.
Few of the inherited sword disciples in the nine peaks of Aoyama had taken this elixir when they were in the Initial realm.
But Jing Jiu ate this precious elixir as if it were fried beans.
Based on the number and frequency of the Zixuan Elixir he took, it would only take an hour for an ordinary outer disciple to reach the perfection of the realm of Spiritual Stability.
Of course, it was more likely that the outer disciple had died half an hour ago because the number of Zhen Yuan Elixirs skyrocketed.
Jing Jiu didn't die, he didn't even have any reaction.
It was still the same reason. His body was very special. It could absorb the Qi of Heaven and Earth smoothly, and at the same time, it could bear more Qi of Heaven and Earth.
The problem was … too much.
His Spiritual Ocean was like a real sea, a bottomless sea. It would take a long time to fill this sea with Qi of Heaven and Earth. Even if he kept taking Zixuan Elixir, it was still very slow, and the elixir would eventually run out.
If the Spiritual Ocean was not full, the Dao Seed would be lonely, and it would not be able to turn into Sword Fruit and enter the next stage of cultivation. What could he do?
If the rumor was true, and there was a treasure in the zen land that could change time, maybe he could save some time. But he knew that treasure didn't exist, so he could only wait.
He had calculated that after three days, Zixuan Elixir would no longer be of any help to him, let alone those ordinary elixirs.
Even if he kept absorbing Qi of Heaven and Earth, it would take at least more than a year to fill his Spiritual Ocean.
And it would take so many days. How troublesome.
If he didn't want to attract too much attention and get himself into trouble, he could be like the other outer sect disciples, practicing diligently every day, and get through this one year.
But he wouldn't do that. Apart from the most secretive reason, it was also because he thought it would be troublesome to do so.
Yes, he was just afraid of trouble, not really lazy.
During the year in the mountain village, he slept most of the time, because he wanted to understand and familiarize himself with this body.
In the first nine days, he had only completed the initial integration, and it would take a long time for him to completely master the most minute parts of his body.
He didn't lie to Shisui. In those dreams, in addition to further integration, he did do a lot of thinking, deduction, and calculation.
He needed to think about why he was here.
He needed to calculate the past and the future.
He needed to calculate the gains and losses and the situation.
He didn't return to the Aoyama Sect until he had completed these two steps, and then he found that there was nothing else to do but wait.
This was something he had never experienced before.
"Is this boredom?"
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