There were no clouds in the night sky, and there were not many stars either. The stars were hanging high and far away, looking desolate.
Was the world like this all along?
No, it couldn't be described as cold or warm. It was because there was no cold or heat before the human beings.
How could the living be united with the eternal heaven and earth?
Death or immortality.
"Only the great souls can be immortal."
Zhao Layue murmured while looking at the starry sky.
Jing Jiu said, "Only the immortal can be immortal."
Zhao Layue remembered that he had said something similar.
The benevolent are invincible? No, only the invincible can be invincible.
Then, how can one become an immortal?
"I don't know. It's impossible to prove immortality."
Jing Jiu continued while looking at the night sky, "Fortunately, there is no need to prove it."
Looking at his profile, Zhao Layue had the same feeling again, as if she was looking at a bottomless abyss.
He was right in front of her, but he seemed to be in a distant place, and she couldn't catch up with him no matter how hard she tried.
The most incredible conjecture came to her mind again. Though it was impossible, she was very familiar with this feeling.
She had had this feeling since she was a child when she learned that she was the personal disciple chosen by the Immortal Jingyang.
She didn't dare think about it any further, so she changed the topic.
"Did Tong Yan wait for you today?"
"I think so. He could predict that we would show up, and his calculation ability is indeed very good."
"Why did he do that?"
"He should have read my chess playing records."
"Hmm?"
Jing Jiu said, "He doesn't like the way I play chess, but he has to admit my chess skill. So he wants to meet me."
Zhao Layue asked, "Which of you is better at chess?"
"He has no chance of beating me in chess."
Jing Jiu said calmly, "I'm not as good as him in chess."
The black Go piece he placed before he left the chess stall was merely a camouflage; the real place he placed his Go piece was the place he pointed at.
Tong Yan and Grand Scholar Guo should be able to understand what he meant and figure out how powerful this move was. But it was because he was a bystander. He had calculated for a long time before coming up with that move. If he were asked to replace Grand Scholar Guo's position and play a whole game of chess with Tong Yan, he would be at a great disadvantage.
Zhao Layue reached out to untie her braid. She felt much more relaxed, but her heart was still a little heavy.
What she had said to Xiang Wanshu at the Four-Seas Banquet had led to the following events.
Now that she thought about it, she felt a little regretful.
When he arrived at Xinjiekou, he would turn left to reach Taichang Temple. He would turn right to cross the Raven Bridge. After three more blocks, he would reach the Zhao residence.
Zhao Layue stopped and asked, "What kind of person is Tong Yan?"
Jing Jiu said, "I don't know. What about you?"
Zhao Layue shook her head. "I don't know either."
In some ways, Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue were two different types of cultivators.
They never seemed to care about anything.
They didn't care about food and vegetables like regular people did, and they didn't care about the warmth of spring and the blooming of flowers like poets did.
They didn't care about the future and fate of the human race like Lo Huainan did, and they didn't care about the outcome and the mystery of the black and white world like Tong Yan did.
They didn't even care about the opponents on the path of Cultivation that they should pay attention to.
"I'll ask my family when I get back."
Zhao Layue said after some thought.
Jing Jiu thought that he had a family now, so he said, "I'll ask them when I get back."
As they were about to leave, Zhao Layue suddenly thought of something, asking, "Have you ever played Mahjong?"
Jing Jiu said after some hesitation, "I've … been forced to play it a few times. They said they needed one more player, so I had to play it."
Zhao Layue was startled, even more so than when she found out that Jing Jiu was injured in the nunnery.
Jing Jiu didn't care about anything, and he was extremely lazy. Who could force him to do something he didn't want to do?
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…
The nine peaks of Aoyama were all shrouded in the clouds and fog.
The fog on Shangde Peak wasn't as thick as that on Sword Peak, but it was much colder. Perhaps it was because of the dark well leading to the underground?
Yuan Qijing stood in the deepest part of the manor cave, looking at the bottom of the well expressionlessly. It was unclear what he was thinking.
He had finally broken through the state a few years ago and became another figure in the Heavenly Arrival State after the Sect Master of Aoyama. The reputation of the Aoyama Sect grew, and his status in Aoyama became even more unshakable. In many people's eyes, he was already a threat to the status of the Sect Master.
Yet, he had kept a low profile over the years, doing nothing but looking at the well, as if there was a wonderful view in it.
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…
Tianguang Peak was the highest peak, and the top of the peak was above the clouds. As a result, the sunlight here was the best, and it felt warm when it shone on the body. The scenery here was also the best.
The Sect Master pulled back his line of sight from Shiyue Peak and shook his head. He walked back to the front of the stone monument and looked at the sheath inserted into the monument thoughtfully.
A leisurely and experienced energy came out from the bottom of the stone monument.
The Round Turtle opened his eyes slowly and glanced at him with a bewildered expression.
As the oldest Principal Guardian Beast of Aoyama, he had accompanied many generations of the Sect Masters of Aoyama, and had also seen them off.
Until now, he still didn't understand why these sect masters always had a worried expression on their faces.
Didn't they know that worrying was harmful to their Dao Heart?
That was why few of them had succeeded in ascending.
What was it that they couldn't get over?
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In the northwest of Chaotian, there was a large snowland and high mountains. It was vast, barren, and exceedingly cold. It was rarely inhabited, so it was called the Cold Mountain.
Kunlun Mountain, Heavenly Mountain, and Crow Mountain were all part of this mountain range.
It was also the hiding place of the deviant sects and the devil men. It was said that the headquarters of the Mysterious Dark Sect was located here.
It was already spring in Zhaoge City, but it was still snowing here, and it was extremely cold.
A black speck appeared in the distance in the snowland, and it was getting closer and closer. The sound of flute grew clearer and more pleasant.
A shepherd boy was playing the flute in the heavy snow?
The person playing the flute was not the shepherd boy, but a young man.
The young man had clean eyes and brows, showing a sense of carefreeness, and his smile was indescribable.
He didn't ride a yellow ox, but a yak, its black and dirty long hair almost reaching the ground.
The flute he was playing was not a regular bamboo flute, but a bone flute.
A faint blood line could be vaguely seen in the middle of the yellowish bone flute, which looked like a human bone.
The sound of the flute stopped abruptly.
A paper crane flew out from the snowflakes and landed on his palm, turning into a letter.
The young man knew the content of the letter without reading it, and he smiled sheepishly.
"Little Fourth, why is this kid so impatient? He wants to use a swindler as a weapon; your Young Senior Master isn't so easy to deal with. "
There was no path here, only snow and cliffs.
Yet, the young man seemed to have an invisible path in his eyes. He rode the yak toward the Cold Mountain without any hesitation.
When he arrived in the middle of the mountain full of cliffs and rocks, he jumped off the yak and walked to the front of a cliff wall.
He knocked on the cliff wall with his index finger. The sound was deep and solid, indicating that it was not empty inside, so it couldn't accommodate anyone.
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