Jing Jiu glanced at the old man.
This old man was none other than Tian Jingren.
He was considered the master of destiny closest to the heavenly way.
Yet, Jing Jiu wasn't interested in him, even though he mentioned Jingyang.
It wasn't until he heard this that Jing Jiu looked him in the eye for the first time.
Regardless of whether he guessed it or pretended to be mysterious, the old man was right.
Jing Jiu indeed didn't care about the human world.
This was not a secret, but he didn't have the need or the opportunity to announce it to the whole human world.
Liu Shisui and Zhao Layue should have some feelings about it, but they couldn't confirm it because their relationship with Jing Jiu was different.
Jing Jiu was surprised that Tian Jingren pointed it out.
But he didn't continue the conversation, but asked, "I heard that each person can ask three questions."
Tian Jingren stopped writing on the paper, saying, "That's right. Any question is fine."
He didn't raise his head to look at Jing Jiu as he spoke.
This didn't mean he was impolite, because the whole land knew that he couldn't see anything with his eyes.
Jing Jiu stared at his forehead, as if he wanted to find something from the wrinkles.
Tian Jingren was waiting for something.
The whole of Zhaoge City knew he was here, but they didn't know he lived in the old plum garden.
Those who were able to find out his whereabouts and come here stealthily were definitely not ordinary people.
For example, Lo Huainan, the young man in embroidered clothing, Zhao Layue, and Jing Jiu.
As the most famous master of destiny in Chaotian, Tian Jingren's words and actions could influence a person or even a sect.
Those who had the opportunity to ask him for advice would choose the three questions carefully.
Those who came to the plum garden that day had questions related to the destiny or the fortune of the land. What about Jing Jiu?
Tian Jingren wanted to know what question this outstanding swordsman of the young generation of the Aoyama Sect, this young man with countless secrets, would ask him today.
In this way, he would be able to find out what Jing Jiu's secret was.
Jing Jiu didn't even think about it before he voiced out his question.
"I want to know the content of their questions."
The gentle breeze carried an extremely faint fragrance of flowers. It seeped in through the window and was quickly swallowed up by the incense.
Just like the time swallowed up by the spring sunshine.
The silence in the nunnery originated from Tian Jingren's silence.
The silence was not because the question was difficult to answer, but because it was unexpected.
Tian Jingren needed to figure out the real intention of Jing Jiu's question.
For a person like Lo Huainan to know his problem, she might be able to get close to his secret. This was, of course, a very important thing.
The problem was that no one would use such an important opportunity to find out other people's secrets.
Until now, Tian Jingren still thought that Jing Jiu was just playing hard to get when he wanted to leave.
He did not believe that anyone would not cherish the opportunity to be evaluated by him.
After an unknown period of time, Tian Jinren slowly placed the brush pen on the inkstone and said a few words.
"Knowing other people's secrets will naturally bring you a lot of benefits, but is there anything more important than knowing yourself and grasping the future?"
The separated ink in the inkstone was stirred back together by the tip of the brush, and the black and white could no longer be distinguished.
"It's such a failure to ask others about your own things."
Jing Jiu said, "I've failed before, and I don't like that feeling."
Tian Jingren confirmed that he really did not care about this opportunity.
Another long period of silence.
Tian Jingren said slowly, "Lo Huainan's problem is the same as yours. It's also a little strange."
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The window was open, and the fragrance in the room was still strong. A line of characters had just been written on the paper, and the ink and water were separating.
Lo Huainan stood in front of the desk with a respectful attitude. She praised it several times, and when she got a response, she praised it again, as if she had never used the ink.
As for why Tian Jingren could write such a good calligraphy without seeing things, like Jing Jiu, he did not ask.
What he asked was, "Senior, you have seen countless people in your life. What on earth are you looking at?"
Tian Jingren said, "I'm looking at the past and the future."
Lo Huainan kept silent for a long time, and asked again, "I also want to ask about the weather in the Snow Country."
Tian Jingren closed his eyes, and no one knew whether he was calculating or hesitating whether he could reveal the secrets of heaven.
"The Snow Country has been very cold these years, and it will be cold for a long time."
"As long as the hotpot has been popular in the Nether Capital?"
"Yes, at least more than one hundred years."
Hearing this answer, Lo Huainan showed a sincere smile on his face, and said, "Then don't worry about it. Thank you, senior."
Lo Huainan didn't ask him, either, because what he cared about was the Human Tribe.
The first question didn't count. He got the answers he wanted with the last two questions very cleverly.
The weather in the Snow Country and the hotpot in the Nether Capital would continue for another one hundred years, so the Human Tribe didn't need to worry about it for the time being.
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Lo Huainan's question was not out of Jing Jiu's expectation.
What about Zhao Layue?
Tian Jingren said, "She stood in front of me, hesitating for a long time. Eventually … she didn't ask anything."
Jing Jiu seemed to be thinking about something.
Tian Jingren said, "Next, you have two more questions."
"Since she didn't ask, I won't ask, either."
Jing Jiu said, "And you and I both know that you let me in not because you want me to ask you questions, but because you want to ask me questions."
Tian Jingren slowly straightened his body and looked out of the window. It was unclear where he was looking at, or what he could see since he was blind.
Jing Jiu said, "Is it Jian Xilai, the emperor, or someone from the Aoyama Sect?"
Tian Jingren said, "I'm indeed asked by someone, but I won't tell you who it is, because you gave up the last two questions."
Jing Jiu said, "Then why do you think I will answer you?"
Tian Jingren suddenly brought up something else. "If my feeling is right, you didn't disguise yourself, and you are a young man about twenty years old."
Jing Jiu said, "That's right."
Tian Jingren said lightly, "In that case, in front of an old man like me, what's the problem between you and a naked baby?"
He didn't finish his words, but his meaning was clear.
His eyes couldn't see anything, but he could see through all disguises, even the mysteries of heaven, with only a glance.
Because he was Tian Jingren.
Jing Jiu asked, "Are you sure you want to see me?"
Tian Jingren said, "Yes, or do you dare not?"
Jing Jiu looked at him and asked, "Can you afford it?"
Tian Jingren said, "I even dare to peep at the Way of Heaven, not to mention a young man."
After saying that, he raised his head and looked at Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu didn't avoid his gaze, but looked back at him in Silence.
As he raised his head, the wrinkles on the old man's forehead became deeper.
His eyes had indeed been blinded a long time ago. Only his white eyeballs were left, with no pupils. He looked like a perfectly round jade ball buried in a tomb.
His eyes were extremely weird, as if they had some magic power that could absorb all the light, including the gaze.
Jing Jiu's eyes gradually became indifferent, and then no longer changed.
Like a green leaf falling on a swamp, it could no longer dance with the wind and was about to sink into the swamp.
Time in the nunnery slowed down and then stopped.
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