Time was the fairest thing. When the tenant workers of the Guocheng Temple celebrated the New Year, White Town, which was far away on the edge of the snowland, also celebrated the New Year.
Due to the warmer weather, more believers came to White Town to kowtow this year. It was quite lively.
Sitting on the doorsill of the small temple, Guo Dong listened to the noises in the distance and furrowed her brows slightly. She took out a cucumber and ate it twice, feeling a bit better.
The deep voice sounded behind her, "I have fruits here all year round, why don't you eat them?"
Guo Dong said, "It's always the same food. I'm tired of it a long time ago."
Over the years, she often came to White Town to visit him and spent the New Year with him several times.
After a moment of silence, the Broadsword Saint asked, "That year, you said that everyone began to worry, including you?"
Guo Dong didn't answer his question, but said, "He Zhan said that all the nunnery disciples were female, so he didn't want to go there."
The Broadsword Saint asked, "What are you going to do?"
Guo Dong said, "You told me that the Guocheng Temple doesn't have a disciple experiencing the mortal world in this generation."
The Broadsword Saint said, "Zen Master confirmed in his letter that Jing Jiu has nothing to do with the temple."
Guo Dong asked, "What do you think of He Zhan?"
The Broadsword Saint said, "I will write a letter to the temple."
He would definitely do his best to settle this matter.
Because it represented her acknowledgment of him.
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Tong Lu and Su Ziye went to the West Ocean one after the other. The Sect Master of the No-Mercy Sect, Pei Baifa, was hiding somewhere, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
Only He Zhan and Tong Yan are left in the vegetable garden of Baotong Zen Temple.
"It's already New Year!"
He Zhan snapped, "Do I really have to wait until the red moss is on the market before she allows me to leave?"
Sitting by the window and looking at the Go board, Tong Yan thought of the conversation they had a few days ago and tried to guess the true identity of Guo Dong. She didn't pay any attention to his complaint.
He Zhan walked to his side and said, "I'm under the control of the elders. Why don't you go back to the Cloud-Dream Mountain?"
Tong Yan puts down the chess piece and looks at the remaining snow outside the window. Thinking of her junior sister in the mountain, she remains silent.
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At the highest point of the Cloud Dream Mountain.
The sea of clouds outside the cliff was like a snowfield.
Bai Zao withdrew his gaze and stopped thinking about his experiences in the snowland. He placed the fruit plate and the wine pot on the stone table.
Zhongzhou School was different from Aoyama Sect. Zhongzhou School had a closer relationship with the secular world, and there were more worldly affairs.
Every year during the New Year, the Sect Master and his wife would leave the cave to have a meal with their most beloved daughter.
This was often the only chance for Bai Zao to see his parents in a year.
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At the request of Qingrong Peak, a gap was opened in the Great Formation of Aoyama during the first snowfall, and the snowflakes fell on the peaks.
No one disturbed them. The snow on the top of Shenmo Peak never melted.
Jing Jiu walked out of the cave abode and was slightly startled by the sight of the snow-white mountain.
The thousands of mountain birds had not disappeared, and there were no traces of people. It was very lonely.
It was unclear if Zhao Layue and the others had left to deal with something, or were cultivating behind closed doors.
Jing Jiu walked to the edge of the cliff. Looking at the tail that looked like a flagpole on the snowy surface, he felt a rare interest and flicked the tail in the air.
Pah!!!
The snow-white tail exploded, looking like a fluffy white straw.
The white cat bounced out from the snowy ground and shrieked angrily at Jing Jiu, baring his sharp teeth, as if he was ready to pounce on Jing Jiu at any moment.
A moment later, Cold Cicada crawled out from the snowy ground. Sensei was trembling in fear.
The excited screams of the monkeys could be heard in the mountain.
The Shenmo Peak became crowded.
Gu Qing and Yuan Qu appeared at the window of the Daoist hall, feeling delighted when they saw the figure of Jing Jiu at the edge of the cliff.
Zhao Layue arrived by riding her sword. "Have you solved it?" she asked in surprise.
She thought that Jing Jiu was indeed the most outstanding genius in the Cultivation circle in the last one thousand years, and that he had solved such a difficult Cultivation problem in one winter.
"No," replied Jing Jiu.
Zhao Layue was taken aback a bit, asking, "Why did you come out then?"
"It's time," said Jing Jiu.
Cultivation was not the study of knowledge, nor was it a romantic relationship. There was no such thing as being able to move metal and stone with sincerity.
Many Cultivation practitioners didn't understand this, or they had no choice but to comfort themselves with this.
It was always difficult to admit that one's talent was limited and that he had reached the end of his path.
Such Cultivation practitioners would all become the dry bones in the manor caves, like those in the hermit peaks of Aoyama and those in the back mountain of Cloud-Dream.
As far as Jing Jiu was concerned, one hundred days was the upper limit of thinking about a certain matter.
If he couldn't figure it out in one hundred days, it would be meaningless to spend more time thinking about it; it would be a foolish repetition.
He had to find another way at the moment.
Zhao Layue understood now, asking, "Shiyue Peak or the No-Mercy Sect?"
There were magic pills and medicines on Shiyue Peak, as well as countless books on Cultivation collected by the Aoyama Sect.
The No-Mercy Sect was also a major sword sect, so they might be able to find some relevant information.
This was the principle of learning from other mountains.
Jing Jiu shook his head.
He was certain that his sword work in this life was different from that of the Aoyama Sect and all the other sword sects in Chaotian.
He had to find a completely new method, which meant he had to find a new way.
Zhao Layue asked worriedly, "What should we do then?"
Jing Jiu said, "I'll go ask a friend for help."
Gu Qing was startled, wondering if someone was qualified to teach his Master.
Zhao Layue was surprised, wondering if he had a friend.
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If the old way didn't work, he had to find a new way. It sounded simple, but it was actually the most difficult thing in the Cultivation circle.
The difficulty lay in the word "new".
Where should Jing Jiu turn to for help?
It was neither the No-Mercy Sect nor the Guocheng Temple. It was because the Cultivation methods in the world were always the same, and the Cultivation practitioners were the same.
If he wanted to find a new way, he had to look to a farther place.
His friend in the Alien Land was like heaven and earth, so he didn't need any Cultivation, so he couldn't help him. The lives in the snowland were completely different from the humans, so they couldn't communicate with each other.
Though the Underworld was different from the human world, the essence of life was the same.
Jing Jiu had already made up his mind before he came out from behind closed doors. "I'll go to Zhaoge City," he said.
Zhao Layue of course wanted to go with him. Gu Qing and Yuan Qu offered to go with him, but Jing Jiu refused them.
"You two stay on the mountain and cultivate well."
Jing Jiu looked at Zhao Layue and said, "Don't let Zhuo Rusui overtake you."
This was the second time he mentioned it.
Zhao Layue didn't quite understand, saying, "I'm afraid it's not safe for you to go out alone."
Few Cultivation practitioners dared attack the disciples of Aoyama in the world.
The problem was that there was someone in the inner circle of Aoyama who had tried to kill Jing Jiu many times.
Jing Jiu understood what she meant, saying, "I'll bring Ada with me."
The white cat was suddenly alarmed, all the long hair on his body standing on end, looking like a large dandelion.
He wondered why he should go with Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu said one word to him.
"Fight."
The white cat's pupils shrank, but soon returned to normal, meowing softly.
Jing Jiu said, "I'll give him to the one you don't like."
The white cat was obviously dissatisfied with Jing Jiu's proposal, but he couldn't think of a better solution, so he turned his head away unhappily.
Did he agree to leave with Jing Jiu?
Zhao Layue and the others were startled.
What did the word "fight" Jing Jiu said mean? Why did it change the attitude of the Master White Ghost instantly?
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