Hearing this, Jing Jiu was baffled.
In Jing Jiu's eyes, Jing Jiu was still the same as before; but he didn't know that in the eyes of others, his energy was even cleaner and more like a fairy.
It wasn't until he recalled the reminder given by the King Of The Underworld that Jing Jiu realized what was going on.
It was then that a gust of wind blew over the courtyard, and the fragrance of the flowers landed on Jing Jiu's face.
He took a bite of the flowers. The energy in his body was a bit turbid, and the feeling of drifting weakened a bit.
Bai Zao blinked a few times, wondering if his eyes were deceiving him; but he still felt that Jing Jiu was quite different from a few years ago.
"What are you doing in Zhaoge City?" asked Jing Jiu.
Hearing such a question when they met again after many years, any other woman would be disappointed and resentful.
Yet, Bai Zao knew that Jing Jiu's temperament was like this, and he didn't intentionally keep a distance from Jing Jiu.
"I came to the Palace of Prince Jing Xin a long time ago."
It was quiet in Zhaoge City when she left the Cloud-Dream Mountain. Nobody expected such a significant event to occur in the Fiend Prison.
The Palace of Prince Jing Xin had become a prison, so she wouldn't go there again. As such, she came to the Jing House to have a look.
She didn't know that Jing Jiu was here, but she came for him.
When they met by chance, one of them had to approach the other first.
Jing Jiu said, "I've just come out not long ago."
According to Jing Jiu's temperament, he wouldn't tell Jing Jiu what he had done over the years.
"Where have you been over the years?" asked Bai Zao.
"I've been cultivating in the forbidden area of the Royal Palace …"
Jing Jiu told him the answer he had prepared beforehand.
After a moment of silence, Bai Zao said, "Gu Qing is the teacher of Prince Jing Yao now. You have been cultivating in the Royal Palace for three years. What is Aoyama planning to do?"
Jing Jiu said, "I don't like Jing Xin. What has happened recently has proven that he is not qualified to inherit the throne."
His disapproval of Jing Xin inheriting the throne had nothing to do with what had happened in the Fiend Prison, and it had nothing to do with Jing Xin's attempt to kill Zhao Layue. It was simply that he didn't like Jing Xin.
Later, when he found out that Jing Xin's mother was Bai Zhenren's disciple, his attitude became even firmer.
Bai Zao said, "Don't tell me the Aoyama Sect really doesn't mind the blood of a fox demon flowing in the body of the next Emperor? Don't forget that Royal Concubine Hu will be the Royal Dowager by then. "
"Jing Xin will not become the Divine Emperor. This is inevitable, so Jing Yao is the only choice."
Jing Jiu's tone was very calm, but there was a hint of irrefutability in it.
Bai Zao sensed the change in his aura from his tone and confirmed that he had made a breakthrough in his state. He said seriously, "Congratulations."
She was really happy.
All of Chaotian knew that Jing Jiu had burned his sword source for six years in order to help her survive the extreme cold in the snowland. It seemed that his Cultivation state had stagnated due to the influence of the sword source. No matter how much Jing Jiu's Cultivation state had improved, or whether he had reached the upper state of the Undefeated, it was a good thing as long as there was a change in his state.
Jing Jiu fixed his gaze on Zhao Layue and sensed that her Golden Pill had been completed, and there was even a sign that she would form the Yuanying, which meant that she had reached the initial state of the Free Travel of the Aoyama Sect.
Though she was not as fast as Zhao Layue, she was still a weak girl who was born with a lack of energy. She could break through the state so quickly; her talent and diligence were indeed outstanding.
Of course, it was also because the ancient script of the Pill Pearl was suitable for her.
Jing Jiu said, "If you have a chance in the future, you should go to Shui Yue Nunnery and ask him for advice. This is the foundation of this magic method."
Hearing Shui Yue Nunnery, Bai Zao thought of something and said softly, "I have a feeling that the Cultivation circle won't be as peaceful as it is now."
"The world has never been truly peaceful," said Jing Jiu.
Bai Zao walked to the window and said earnestly while staring into Jing Jiu's eyes, "But it's not like now. Many things are happening, and I'm not sure what the consequences will be. The Cloud-Dream Mountain hasn't had a good time in the last few years. Incidents have occurred one after another. It seems that someone is trying to harm us in secret."
Jing Jiu didn't say anything.
The death of the Old Dragon had a much greater impact on the disciples of the Zhongzhou School than the death of Lo Huainan.
Bai Zao didn't say anything more. He looked at Jing Jiu in Silence, his expression focused and serious, as if he was appreciating a painting.
"What's wrong?" asked Jing Jiu.
"It's beautiful," said Bai Zao.
"You've seen it," Jing Jiu said.
Bai Zao said, "I'm afraid that I'll have fewer chances to see you in the future, so I'll take a few more glances at you while I can."
Yue Qianmen, Xiang Wanshu and other Cultivation practitioners of the Zhongzhou School wanted to enter the Fiend Prison, but they were stopped by the Imperial Court.
During the investigation, the Principal Justice of the Guocheng Temple, Monk Duhai, who was known for his benevolence, behaved in a tough manner, putting the Zhongzhou School in a difficult position.
There was something strange about all these things.
More importantly, the Zhongzhou School and the Aoyama Sect supported different candidates for the next emperor; this was an unsolvable problem.
The relationship between the two leaders of the orthodox Cultivation sects, which had improved a bit in the last ten years, was on the verge of deteriorating again.
As the future sect master of the Zhongzhou School, no matter how much Bai Zao liked Jing Jiu, it was impossible for him to be with Jing Jiu. The two of them couldn't even be friends.
Looking at the feeble young woman by the window, Jing Jiu fell silent for a while before he walked out of the room and arrived under the begonia tree.
The sun was setting in the west, and the twilight was getting darker. The falling flower petals on the branches seemed to be ablaze.
The street outside the house was still deserted, and only the sounds of building could be heard.
Bai Zao returned to the foot of the begonia tree and lifted his head to look at Jing Jiu.
"The purpose of Cultivation is to cultivate ourselves. We should accept the influence of our Cultivation sects, family backgrounds, family names, and bloodlines … but we shouldn't be influenced by them."
The voice of Jing Jiu was like the falling flowers in the twilight, seeming to be enthusiastic, but actually cold and indifferent.
Bai Zao said, "We have always wanted to surmount the restrictions of our Cultivation sects, family backgrounds, and even bloodlines. It's the same principle."
She referred to herself, Tong Yan, the late Lo Huainan, Guo Nanshan and other disciples of Liangwang Peak, and the young people of various sects with ambitions and aspirations.
Jing Jiu of course knew all this, because Liu Shisui was also such a person. After some thought, he said, "I wish you all success."
Though he didn't like the style and practice of Liangwang Peak, it didn't mean that he wanted these young people to fail.
"You mentioned Shui Yue Nunnery just now, which reminded me of something."
Bai Zao said, "Young Sister Guo Dong is one of us, but maybe we shouldn't call her Young Sister."
The expression in Jing Jiu's eyes changed slightly, as he said, "I don't understand what you mean."
Bai Zao said, "This is what Big Brother Tong Yan said."
Jing Jiu had some impression of Guo Dong.
Back at the Plum Meeting in Zhaoge City, he and Zhao Layue left to meet Tian Jingren and heard the zither music on the mountain path.
It was the music of a beginner, but it could shock heaven and earth.
At the time, Jing Jiu felt that the music had the style of an old friend.
Young Sister Guo Dong was not a young sister.
The style of an old friend was an old friend.
The begonia flowers falling down from the tree suddenly stopped in the air in front of Jing Jiu.
After a long while, Jing Jiu blinked his eyes.
The begonia flowers kept falling down.
Jing Jiu understood many things.
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