The wooden door was opened, and Jing Jiu walked out.
Hearing the coughing coming from the room, the child was shocked. He got up and ran into the room.
The coughing echoed in the quiet room. The words on the white paper on the table weren't rolled up yet, but they were covered with blood spots, looking like plum blossoms.
Tian Jingren's face was pale, looking extremely painful.
The child asked in a trembling voice, "Teacher! Teacher! What's going on? "
Tian Jingren didn't pay attention to him. He stared in the direction where Jing Jiu had left, panting. His pupil-less eyes looked like a dead fish.
"What a bright silvery light … It's all silvery light … Who are you?"
It was the first time the child saw his teacher show such a bewildered expression, asking fearfully, "Teacher, should we leave?"
After a while, Tian Jingren had finally calmed down, shaking his head with difficulty.
Since Jing Jiu had seen through his attack, the Aoyama Sect might react to it.
For some reason, he wasn't worried about this, but he was shocked at how Jing Jiu had sensed his attack and how he had seen through it.
…
…
As Tian Jingren said, Jing Jiu had only cultivated for a short time, so there was a huge gap between their Cultivation states.
If Tian Jingren hadn't tried to implant a fragment of his spiritual awareness into Jing Jiu's body, he could have easily defeated Jing Jiu by using his Cultivation state.
However, he used his spiritual energy to deal with Jing Jiu, which was tantamount to asking for trouble, or even seeking death.
In all of Chaotian, Tian Jingren's spiritual energy was far superior to most swordsmen, and could be said to be immeasurable; but he was still no match for Jing Jiu.
Of course, Jing Jiu had to pay a price for it.
As he left the old nunnery, he took a pile of white paper from the table.
As he walked toward the outside of the plum forest, he used the paper to wipe his mouth. Soon, the paper was stained red with blood.
He was wounded badly; otherwise, he would have wielded his sword and killed Tian Jingren right there and then.
He walked away so resolutely and seemingly at ease, but he needed to intimidate his opponent by doing so.
Everyone, including Sensei, had already left. Only Zhao Layue was waiting outside the plum forest.
Looking at Jing Jiu's pale face, Zhao Layue raised her eyebrows.
Before she could speak, Jing Jiu asked a question.
"What do you think of the relationship between Lo Huainan and that young man?"
Zhao Layue was thinking about him. Hearing this question, she was a little surprised and said, "Lo Huainan is being a little rude on purpose."
She had already vaguely guessed the identity of that young man in embroidered clothes.
Lo Huainan was the strongest among the younger generation of Cultivators, but he couldn't surpass that person. But in front of the nunnery, he didn't even glance at the young man in embroidered robes, nor did he speak.
Jing Jiu put on his conical hat and ignited the stack of papers in his hand.
Then he said, "They know each other, and their relationship should not be shallow."
"Why?" Zhao Layue asked.
"Because the Jing royal family has always been close to the Zhongzhou School. It's impossible that the principal disciple of the Zhongzhou School doesn't know the Crown Prince."
Jing Jiu said, "So they are trying to avoid arousing suspicion."
Staring into his eyes, Zhao Layue asked, "What happened?"
The conical hat covered Jing Jiu's face, and the blood-stained paper was burned to ashes, but it couldn't escape her eyes.
After a moment of silence, Jing Jiu said, "I didn't accept what Tian Jinren wanted to do."
"Are you injured?"
Zhao Layue turned her head around and glanced at the old nunnery in the plum forest.
"I'm fine," Jing Jiu said. "He didn't feel well either."
"What happened in the nunnery?" she asked.
Jing Jiu said, "I asked a question, and he asked a question. My question was simple, and his question was difficult. So we parted on bad terms."
Thinking of his secrets, Zhao Layue vaguely guessed the truth, saying, "I shouldn't have come here, and you wouldn't have met him."
"Me meeting him in the end has nothing to do with you or him."
Jing Jiu was telling the truth.
He walked back to the old nunnery from the plum forest, seemingly because Tian Jinren mentioned Jingyang.
But he knew it was just an excuse.
The real reason he went to see Tian Jinren was out of curiosity.
It was said that this grandmaster of the Institute of White Deer was the one closest to the Way of Heaven in the world.
He had seen the Way of Heaven.
He wanted to verify whether the Way of Heaven he and Tian Jinren saw was the same, so he could break some mental barriers.
Unfortunately, Tian Jinren was still far away from the Way of Heaven, so he couldn't provide any proof for him.
These things were hard to explain, and he didn't want to.
Walking along the stone path to the exit of the old plum garden, he heard noises coming from the street not far away.
That arrogant young man was still destroying the owner of the chess stall on the street.
Jing Jiu halted his steps and sat down on the stone steps; it was unclear whether it was because he was tired or because of his injury.
Looking at the dense crowd on the street in the distance, he said, "Lo Huainan went to the nunnery to ask questions; why didn't he go?"
Zhao Layue knew he was talking about the young man playing chess.
She also knew who the young man playing chess was.
But she couldn't answer this question.
Jing Jiu said, "Because he is really smart, and he is proud enough."
Zhao Layue said, "I know he is proud, but what about being smart?"
Jing Jiu said, "Because he didn't go to the nunnery to ask questions."
Zhao Layue thought, "Isn't this the same thing again?"
She said, "I feel that you are saying I am stupid."
Jing Jiu said, "You didn't ask questions, did you?"
The expression on Zhao Layue's face changed slightly, asking, "How do you know?"
"Because this is the question I asked Tian Jingren."
Jing Jiu said, "I know you didn't ask, and I also know what Lo Huainan asked."
Zhao Layue was very interested in Lo Huainan's question.
Jing Jiu told her about his question and Tian Jingren's answer, and then said, "The so-called question is for the world to see, and the answer is actually not important. Who can tell what will happen a hundred years later? The key is the content of the question, and what kind of evaluation it will bring to the questioner. "
Zhao Layue roughly understood what he meant.
If Lo Huainan's question was spread out, his image would be even more impressive.
Because what he cared about was not food and vegetables, or the warmth of spring or the blooming of flowers, but the future and fate of the human race.
If the young man in embroidered clothes had a chance to enter the nunnery, he wouldn't have asked the Emperor how many years he had left, even though it was the question he cared about the most.
The young man in embroidered clothes would have asked the perfect and perfect questions like Lo Huainan.
Did the young man who played chess not enter the nunnery because he understood this and because he was proud and aloof?
Zhao Layue only knew that it wasn't the reason why she didn't enter the nunnery.
She really wanted to know the whereabouts of the Immortal Jingyang, but she didn't dare to take the risk.
Besides, she also wanted to know who on earth Jing Jiu was.
"You should ask me this question directly."
Jing Jiu looked into her eyes and said, "I am the person you want to …"
Zhao Layue raised her right hand to stop him.
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