Jing Jiu was thinking about what had happened earlier.
Fang Jingtian was the Master of Xilai Peak in Aoyama, so of course he should care about him. But what did he mean by asking about his Cultivation state in front of so many people?
Many things in the world seemed difficult to solve, but they could be calculated, at least roughly. But it was tiring.
Jing Jiu didn't think it was a big deal, so he didn't want to spend his energy calculating it. As he was about to stop thinking about it, he suddenly looked at Gu Qing's face and remembered what he had told Zhao Layue years ago.
Jing Jiu asked Young Yuan to wait in the room, and then he told Gu Qing everything from beginning to end.
It was the first time that Gu Qing learned that Fang Jingtian had tried to kill Jing Jiu twice. He was so shocked that his face turned pale. "Have you reported it to the Sect Master?" he asked.
Fang Jingtian was the Master of Xilai Peak and enjoyed a high status in Aoyama Sect. Only the Sect Master and the Sword Justice had the right to punish him.
Jing Jiu said, "He wouldn't even kill Lo Huainan without any evidence, let alone his Young Brother."
Gu Qing thought, "What do you want me to do by telling me these things?"
Jing Jiu said, "Sort out these things, and then figure out what he might do and what we should do."
Having said that, Jing Jiu got up and walked into the room. Young Yuan was still waiting inside.
Gu Qing knew what Jing Jiu wanted to say to Young Yuan, but he didn't care. Thinking of the task his Master assigned to him, he couldn't help but feel distressed.
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Young Yuan left.
Jing Jiu walked to the window and looked out of the courtyard.
The first thing he saw was White Town. What he saw was the temple.
He saw the south, but he didn't know where his Big Brother was.
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In Juye City.
The cold fog in the north gradually dispersed, and the already bustling city regained its liveliness. All the restaurants and inns were already full of customers, and the steam from the shredded meat pots was everywhere.
In a private room of a restaurant, there was a hotpot on the table. There was red and white soup boiling in the pot, and the ingredients inside were scattered all over the place.
The short and skinny old man rubbed his nose, feeling sick of the smell, and said, "Don't you get tired of eating this thing?"
The young man said, "Different ingredients give different tastes. There are thousands of ingredients in the world, so there are thousands of flavors. How can I get bored?"
The short and skinny old man picked up some spinach from the soup and swallowed it with the sesame paste and tofu on the plate. He found that it tasted pretty good.
He didn't know if it was because he was scalded by the food or because he rubbed too hard, but his nose turned even redder. He asked in a muffled voice, "What are you going to do next?"
The young man said, "I'm going to see that kid named Xiaoming."
The short old man's expression turned cold as he said, "Are you really going to let him take away my ancestral inheritance?"
The young man asked, "The kid of the Mysterious Dark Sect is called Su Ziye? I like this name very much. I won't be partial. Whoever wins will be your personal disciple. Isn't it appropriate? "
The short and skinny old man sneered, saying, "Did you name yourself Yin San because you thought your scheme was so good?"
The young man wasn't angry, saying with a smile, "You are the Third Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect, so this name is quite appropriate. Do you want me to give it to you?"
The short and skinny old man was quite upset, saying mockingly, "That kid named Jing Jiu is still alive. Are you disappointed?"
The young man didn't pay any attention to him. He picked up a piece of brain from the soup carefully and put it in his bowl filled with chopped green onions, sesame oil, and garlic paste.
The short and skinny old man felt bored, saying, "A pig's brain isn't as tasty as a human's."
The young man thought that he was indeed a pig's brain, wondering why he hadn't realized that Jing Jiu wasn't him.
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The next day, the masters and disciples of various sects who had participated in the Cultivation tournament returned to their respective mountains.
In the early morning, Bai Zao came to the courtyard of the Aoyama Sect.
The caretakers and servants who cleaned the courtyard, and the disciples of the Aoyama Sect who practiced sword in the morning, were all sensible and tacitly didn't block his way.
Young Yuan was a bit hesitant, wondering if he should do something.
Gu Qing pulled him away, thinking that they didn't need to worry about the affairs of the elders.
Of course, it didn't matter if he wanted to do something in private, but the morning light was so bright.
A faint voice came from the other side of the courtyard wall.
Young Yuan listened attentively and became anxious when he heard the name, saying, "She should have called him Senior Brother Jing, but she insisted on calling him Senior Brother Jing. What is she up to?"
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"I should have been very happy."
Bai Zao said softly, "I've survived, and it feels like my broken Golden Pill has been repaired after a nap, and I might even be able to form a Yuanying in a few years. But why do I feel a bit unhappy?"
Jing Jiu really didn't understand, asking, "Why?"
"I didn't expect that the fog would recede when I woke up after I entered the Trance."
Bai Zao continued, "If I had woken up one year earlier, no, even dozens of days earlier, it would have been much better."
Jing Jiu still didn't understand, asking, "What do you mean?"
Bai Zao said softly, "Everything seems to have stopped six years ago. If I could have woken up one day earlier, I would have known more about you. That would have been much better."
He didn't say a word to express his affection.
Jing Jiu understood, but he thought it was a tricky matter. "The path toward Heaven is long and endless. We will meet again if we have the chance," he said.
This was a refusal or an evasion, and it wasn't a euphemistic way for smart people like them.
Bai Zao looked at Jing Jiu in a daze.
The cold fog had receded. The field outside White Town was not as cold as it had been a few years ago, but the wind was still a bit chilly.
Her hair was fluttering by her ears, looking like a small white flower shivering in the wind like a Sensei, looking extremely delicate.
As Jing Jiu was about to say something, she tucked her hair behind her ears and said softly, "Yes, we will meet again very soon."
Jing Jiu wondered what she meant.
"Big Brother Luo is dead, but I will definitely tell my parents the truth of this matter."
Bai Zao changed the topic naturally.
"Of course," said Jing Jiu.
Bai Zao thought of something, and said with a smile, "It seems that you and Liu Shisui are on good terms, not like what the rumors say."
Jing Jiu thought that Tong Yan was on good terms with you, but you don't know the whole truth of this matter, so it's not convenient for me to tell you.
Someone knocked on the courtyard door, and Gu Qing's voice rang out outside, "Master, Tong Lu from the Western Sea Sword School wants to see you."
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Tong Lu stared into Jing Jiu's eyes and said, "I want to have a duel with you. When you return to Aoyama and have a good rest, send a sword letter to me."
"Why?" asked Jing Jiu.
"Because Liu Shisui killed Lo Huainan," said Tong Lu.
Having said that, he glanced at Bai Zao, his eyes full of disappointment. Without saying anything more, he flicked his sleeves and left the courtyard.
"He knows," said Jing Jiu.
"Yes, otherwise he should be thanking us for letting Eldest Brother live for three more years."
Bai Zao was smart enough to know what he was talking about. "I just don't understand why he was so angry when he knew that Eldest Brother's story was false."
"Because in the real story, Lo Huainan did us wrong," said Jing Jiu, "but it had nothing to do with him. His life was saved by Lo Huainan."
"Why did Eldest Brother tell him the truth?" asked Bai Zao.
"Honestly?" asked Jing Jiu.
"I would have thought so in the past, but now I don't even know what kind of person Eldest Brother is."
Having said that, Bai Zao fell silent.
The morning wind ruffled the hair by her ears again.
"I don't know, either," said Jing Jiu.
He had only seen Lo Huainan once.
Separated by a hundred zhang of wind and snow.
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"Martial Uncle is back!"
"Which Martial Uncle?"
"Young Martial Uncle!"
"Martial Uncle Jing Jiu?"
"Yes!"
Under the noon sun, the Sword-Washing Stream glowed white, looking more like a jade belt than a golden whip.
Countless exclamations rang out in the pavilion by the stream.
A dozen or so sword-washing disciples could no longer sit still. They squeezed to the window and looked at the sword boat slowly descending from the sky.
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