The destiny was above, and it had nothing to do with the human world.
Only the emperor was the key to the future of the human race, so the matters related to the emperor could be called the destiny.
The young man in embroidered cloth wanted to ask about the succession of the emperor, and the Royal Concubine Hu wanted to ask about her children, both of which were related to the destiny.
Yet, Tian Jingren used the same words to refuse their requests. What was the deeper meaning behind it?
"It's just a common trick used by the fortune-tellers. As I said, the one in the nunnery is very good at bluffing."
Jing Jiu said to Zhao Layue.
Zhao Layue wondered if it was so simple.
The child was very angry, saying, "Even the Emperor and the Godly Swordsman show great respect to my teacher. Who are you? How dare you be so rude to my teacher?! "
Jing Jiu said calmly, "If it's not a trick of the fortune-teller, how do you explain these two sentences?"
The child sneered, "My teacher is very knowledgeable, and his words have a deeper meaning. It's not something that you ordinary people can understand."
Jing Jiu said, "The destiny is the same; how can there be two? If your teacher's words have a deeper meaning, can I suspect that he intends to stir up a civil war in the royal palace? "
Hearing this, the child didn't know what to say. He didn't know what his teacher was thinking, and he didn't dare respond. He grunted and ignored Jing Jiu, turning to look at the young girl Sensei.
Seeing the expression on the child's face, Sensei knew what he was going to say. Feeling disappointed, she didn't want to leave like this. She raised her thin eyebrows, ready to make a fuss.
The child said, "My teacher said that your mother's marriage depends on when the Great Grandmaster is tired of the human world."
Hearing this, Sensei's eyes brightened, asking, "When?"
The so-called tired of the human world was only in autumn.
Sensei didn't like her grandmother, and she didn't expect her to die early. What she really wanted to know was something else.
The child said, "At least ten years later."
The young girl thought that she would be an adult in ten years. Even if her mother remarried at that time, she would be able to keep an eye on or stop it.
Now that her question had been answered, she beamed with joy. She said a few words to Zhao Layue, arranged a time to meet the day after tomorrow, and then left the plum forest with the woman.
Only Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue were left in the plum forest.
The boy stopped talking and gestured to Zhao Layue to go ahead.
Zhao Layue didn't look at Jing Jiu this time and went straight into the nunnery.
Time flowed slowly, and the light in the sky changed between the branches.
Jing Jiu stood in front of the nunnery in Silence, not thinking about anything.
After some time, the boy walked out of the nunnery and stood in front of him.
Jing Jiu glanced at him but didn't say anything.
The boy understood his meaning and said, "Your companion has already left the nunnery and is waiting over there."
Jing Jiu walked out.
The boy was stunned. After a while, he came to his senses and hurriedly shouted, "Wait."
Jing Jiu stopped.
The boy caught up with him and said discontentedly, "You're very lucky. There's still a place left for you today."
He didn't understand why the Teacher wasn't angry at the young cultivator's rudeness and even wanted to meet him.
It should be noted that the Teacher rarely paid attention to the State Dukes of the imperial court.
What surprised the boy even more was that Jing Jiu didn't turn around after hearing his words. Instead, he started walking toward the outside of the plum garden.
"Hey! What are you doing? "
The boy was both surprised and puzzled. He thought it was quite absurd and kept shouting after him.
Jing Jiu didn't pay any attention to him. He walked to the lakeside in a few steps and prepared to pass through the pavilion covered with dozens of green leaves.
Right at this moment, an aged and low voice resounded by his ear.
"You really don't want to know the whereabouts of Jingyang?"
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Jing Jiu halted his steps, remaining silent while looking at the green leaves falling from the pavilion due to the wind.
He knew that nobody could hear this voice except for himself.
That person's Spiritual Awareness was so powerful that even those elders in the Breaking Sea State of the Aoyama Sect couldn't compare to him.
But it wasn't enough to make him stop.
What made him stop was this question.
The whole world thought the Immortal Jingyang had ascended, but only a few people knew it wasn't true.
For example, Zhao Layue, several important figures in the Aoyama Sect, and of course, himself.
If there were other people who knew Jingyang had failed to ascend, they must have something to do with this matter.
Those people could be the masterminds or accomplices. Anyway, they were the people he had been looking for.
Of course, the owner of this voice might have heard something from somewhere and used this topic to play tricks. Or it could be that this person wanted to provoke him with this question. No matter which one it was, Jing Jiu knew it was time to meet the other party.
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Walking into the old nunnery, he saw a shabby room with simple decorations. A flower pot was placed in front of the window, and a straw curtain was placed in the middle of the room.
As Jing Jiu stepped into the room, the straw curtain rose without any wind and tied itself to a pillar. The scene was quite magical, but he didn't even glance at it.
When the straw curtain was lifted, the fragrance came first, and then the scene.
The light mist-like smoke left the incense and dissipated into the air.
A man was sitting behind the table. He had white hair, a face full of wrinkles, and his eyes were sunken. It was unknown how many years he had been blind, but he gave off an unfathomable and indescribable aura.
Besides the incense burner, there were paper and an inkstone on the table. The ink in the inkstone reflected the sunlight. It seemed that there was no difference between black and white in the bright and gloomy environment.
The old man was writing something with a Snow Hair Pen in his hand.
The Snow Hair Pen was made of the fine hair in the auricle of a big demon of the Snowy Kingdom. It was extremely rare, especially in recent years when the war with the Snowy Kingdom had subsided.
But such a rare pen in the old man's hand looked like the most common Bunny Hair.
Because the old man's expression was very natural, as if he didn't care.
Maybe it was because he was blind and couldn't see the white and flawless brush hair. But it was more likely that he had seen through heaven and earth, let alone a pen.
Jing Jiu walked to the front of the table and looked at it.
The ink in the inkstone couldn't be seen clearly, but it was absorbed by the Snow Hair and then fell on the paper, so he could see it clearly.
That was mature ink.
Mature ink was the ink that had been left for a night. The water and ink gradually separated and was written on the paper with the tip of the pen. It had a different beauty.
Outside the ink, there were some traces of water, like a paper umbrella in the rain, or a girl with water drops on her temples.
It was beautiful, but the ink was interdependent, so it was hard to distinguish black and white.
Jing Jiu was used to seeing Zhao Layue's eyes, so he didn't like it.
Although he didn't like it, the writing was indeed excellent.
"The writing is good."
He said.
If it was an ordinary person, he would have exclaimed a few words in addition to praising it.
For example, "Your eyes can't see anything, but how can you write so well?"
Then the old man could answer, "I'm Tian Jingren of the Institute of White-Deer, and I have the unique skills in the Heavenly Cave, and I can see everything in my heart."
But Jing Jiu didn't say so.
So there was no follow-up.
As a result, the quietness in the nunnery was a bit awkward.
He didn't do it on purpose; he just didn't care.
In the medical house of the Curtain Rollers, he had said that Tian Jingren was good at bluffing.
He knew that his opponent must have some abilities.
Yet, no matter how capable he was, even if he had guided Jian Xilai to become the Godly Swordsman of the generation, even if he was recognized as the one who was the closest to the heavenly law.
Jing Jiu was still uninterested and unconcerned.
The old man lowered his head, looking like a peak covered with white snow.
It was very quiet in the nunnery.
After a long while.
The old man finally spoke.
He asked Jing Jiu a question.
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