It was late spring outside the window, so she could sleep soundly.
When Guo Dong woke up again, it was a few days later.
She looked at the opposite side and found Jing Jiu was still sitting there, as if he hadn't moved at all, but the teacup was gone.
Jing Jiu pulled back his gaze from the window and looked at her. He wanted to say something, but he didn't.
"Do you think I'm a madman?" she asked. "I wanted to kill Jian Xilai with my low Cultivation state."
Jing Jiu said, "It's indeed not a wise choice."
Guo Dong said, "Tong Yan said the same thing. He advised me a few times in private in the vegetable garden of the Baotong Zen Temple. "
Jing Jiu thought that she had never been a girl who would listen to others' advice.
"I have a nephew named He Zhan. He's quite silly. If you have the chance, please take care of him for me."
Guo Dong didn't wait for his reply, continuing, "I went to the West Ocean because I thought it was possible. As long as it was possible, I would like to give it a try."
Jing Jiu said, "The premise of any adventure should be that there is no other option."
Guo Dong said, "I don't have much time left. So I think it's the same as having no other option."
"As I said, you won't die," Jing Jiu said.
Guo Dong said, "Even if I can survive this time, I don't have much time left."
Jing Jiu understood what she meant, turning his head to look at the scenery outside the window.
It was late in spring, and it was almost moldy. The scenery was not as beautiful as it had been a few days ago, and it was not as beautiful as the red leaves in late autumn.
The silkworm in spring wouldn't die until it died, but it didn't really die. Later, it would turn into a beautiful moth and fly to a farther place.
Yet, the moth couldn't live for too long.
Jing Jiu had calculated it clearly that Guo Dong wouldn't have a long life if she used this method.
If she didn't use this method, she could live at least two hundred more years in her Cultivation state, but she wouldn't have any hope of breaking through the Heavenly Arrival State and seeing the scenery in other places.
Even if she used this method, the chance of ascension was still very small. It was only a little bit higher, and it was almost negligible.
It was a magnificent gamble to exchange her life, which was as still as water, for a glimmer of hope.
If it were someone else who knew Guo Dong's choice, they would wonder if it was worth it.
Jing Jiu would not say such a thing, because if he was in her shoes, he would also make the same choice.
This was the predestined choice of cultivators, and he felt that it should be called the meaning of the existence of cultivators.
"That's why I'm a bit anxious."
Having said this, Guo Dong fell asleep again.
Yes, she was very anxious.
She was in a hurry to find her successor, so she gave away a jar of good wine by the lakeside and participated in the following Plum Meeting in person.
She was anxious to make up for her regret, so she went to White Town from time to time and said some meaningless things in the temple.
This was also the reason why she went to the West Sea.
Jing Jiu walked in front of her and squatted down to look at her face. He was silent for a long time.
He was ready to leave.
After hearing what Bai Zao said in Zhaoge City, Jing Jiu merely wanted to see her.
Now that he had seen her, it was enough.
As long as she went back to Shui Yue Nunnery, Jing Jiu would go back to Aoyama. When he had prepared everything, he would come back to find her and cure her wound.
It looked like she didn't want to go back to Shui Yue Nunnery, and preferred to stay in the human world.
It was like what she had done a few years ago.
She traveled from the Baotong Zen Temple to White Town, from Zhaoge City to the West Sea, like a gust of wind, traveling enthusiastically in the human world.
She had a fiery temperament and a restless person, and she didn't like to stay in one place for too long.
She had said many things to Jing Jiu hundreds of years ago, and this was one of them.
Jing Jiu had never cared about what she had said, or what she liked or didn't like.
But now, those words all appeared in his mind very clearly.
The Cultivation practitioners had a good memory, but it was not a good thing.
Jing Jiu decided to stay here.
After coming out from the Fiend Prison, he stayed in Zhaoge City for only a few days, and then he took Gu Qing to the West Sea. They traveled through wind and rain, and the Chaotic Wind blew against them.
He hadn't completely understood and mastered the Underworld Fairy Sword, and his new Cultivation state wasn't stable enough. He needed some time to feel and digest it.
It was not the end after he had digested it, but the real beginning.
After entering the Fiend Prison and learning the Control of Soul-Fire from the King Of The Underworld, Jing Jiu had embarked on a completely different path in Cultivation compared to his predecessors.
Neither the previous generations of Aoyama nor the talented swordsmen of the No-Mercy Sect and the Foggy Island had taken this path. In the history of Chaotian, some demons had tried a similar method, like capturing the soul with the demon fetus; but it was merely similar in form. In essence, the method was on a completely different level.
If Jing Jiu could take this path, the Sword Sect of Aoyama would open up a new world, and it could even be regarded as the founding of a new sect.
Such an important matter required time to think and prepare.
This nunnery had an excellent scenery, and the sound of the tranquil lake was soft. No one could disturb him; it was a good place to think.
As such, Jing Jiu decided to stay here for a while.
This was what Jing Jiu was thinking.
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It was late in the spring, and the summer was coming. The peaks of Aoyama in the south could feel the heat more clearly.
Isolated by the Great Formation, it wasn't so hot that it was uncomfortable; but the dark forest still made people feel uncomfortable.
Standing by the cliff's edge, Zhao Layue raised her eyebrows slightly while looking at the greasy peaks, feeling displeased.
The monkeys' screams could be heard in the peaks, sounding quite cheerful. It must be Gu Qing who had come back.
Standing behind Zhao Layue, Jing Jiu said with his head lowered, "He Zhan has run away."
He Zhan had an extraordinary Cultivation state to begin with, and he was known as the second in the world among the Cultivation practitioners of the young generation. As such, when he decided to run away, Gu Qing had no way to stop him.
Standing by the side, Yuan Qu felt it odd, wondering why his Big Brother didn't kneel down like he did last time, but kept his head lowered.
"I've learned something from the Curtain Rollers, or they let me know it on purpose."
Gu Qing lifted his head, his expression a bit odd. He told her the information he had learned in detail.
The information given by the Curtain Rollers included many details, including the fact that Jing Jiu had used a golden leaf to exchange for a wheelchair.
Zhao Layue listened in silence, saying, "It's good that he's still alive."
Gu Qing felt relieved.
Zhao Layue thought that it seemed that Guo Dong was still alive, but her wound was more severe. "You go and put it by the broken cliff by the Golden-Whip Stream," she said.
Gu Qing was taken aback. He took a black stone handed to him by Zhao Layue and looked at Yuan Qu.
Yuan Qu shook his head, indicating that he didn't know what it meant either.
Zhao Layue said, "I'm going to use it to practice my sword work."
Gu Qing rode the sword and left.
Zhao Layue sat down cross-legged and started recuperating with her eyes closed.
The Thoughtless Sword hovered above her head in Silence, vibrating slightly, as if it could fly out at any moment.
The peak top was enshrouded by a bright red glow.
Yuan Qu understood what his Master intended to do, and he admired her very much.
A powerful swordsman could kill someone from a distance of ten miles, or even farther.
But to achieve such a terrifying feat, one had to determine the location of the target first.
If one could see the target, it wouldn't matter.
This was what Zhao Layue had done when she killed Lo Huainan in Guiyun City.
Most of the time, the swordsmen couldn't even see where their target was.
It was because Xiwang Sun had the First Child Sword in his hand that Pei Baifa could wound Xiwang Sun severely with a swing of his sword from a thousand miles away on the Longevity Mountain.
And the Emperor had left a spiritual imprint on the First Child Sword a long time ago.
Zhao Layue asked Gu Qing to bring the black stone to the broken cliff of the Golden-Whip Stream, so that she could practice this killing method with the flying sword.
The broken cliff of the Golden-Whip Stream was seven miles away from the peak top, which was the furthest killing distance for a swordsman in the initial state of the Free Travel. That was why Yuan Qu admired her so much.
He wondered if Gu Qing had placed the black stone in a good position.
Zhao Layue suddenly opened her eyes.
Black and white were distinct.
The Thoughtless Sword flew up into the sky.
A whistling sound rang out on the peak top.
A mass of white turbulence appeared in the sky thousands of feet high, followed by a deafening explosion.
The Thoughtless Sword disappeared without a trace.
A moment later.
There was some noise in the distant mountains.
The breeze ruffled his clothes, and the will of the sword lingered for a long time.
Yuan Qu sensed the lethal intent contained in the sword, his face turning pale.
He wondered how Gu Qing would feel by the Golden-Whip Stream.
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…
In addition to Aoyama, others would ask the Curtain Rollers about the whereabouts of Jing Jiu.
The Curtain Rollers didn't provide too many details, like the wheelchair and the last place Jing Jiu had appeared; but they didn't forget to mention the iron sword on Jing Jiu's back.
It was evident that they had purposely chosen this information.
All they knew was that Jing Jiu was preparing to break through the Cultivation state during the last few years he had disappeared. Few people knew that he had been to Zhaoge City, and nobody knew that he had been to the West Ocean.
The iron sword was still there … which meant that his Cultivation state was still stagnant, and he wasn't even in the perfect state of the Undefeated.
This made the Cultivation practitioners feel sentimental.
Was it possible that another genius would stagnate and become a name that would only be mentioned once in a while because of the passage of time?
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…
Spring passed and summer arrived.
Dayuan City was a famous summer resort in Chaotian, but it was still a bit hot and stuffy.
In the meditation room, Guo Dong woke up for the ninth time.
The natural worm silk on her body had all turned white. As the wind from the lake outside the round window blew over, the silk silk broke off inch by inch and then dispersed into nothingness.
"Have you stabilized?" asked Jing Jiu.
Guo Dong uttered "hmm". Feeling the hot wind outside the window blowing on her face, she felt a bit displeased.
The Cultivation practitioners weren't affected by the cold and heat, but it didn't mean that they didn't like the cool world, especially someone like Guo Dong.
Noticing her expression and the tiredness between her eyebrows, Jing Jiu got up and walked to the opposite side of the wheelchair and picked her up after some thought.
Guo Dong looked at him expressionlessly.
Jing Jiu didn't explain anything to her. He carried her out of the meditation room and put her on the wheelchair.
The sound of the wheelchair rolling over the green rocks rang out.
The sound had been heard in the following days.
Jing Jiu pushed the wheelchair and walked by the lakeside, following the wind in the shade of the lake.
She didn't sleep for a long time now, so she could talk to him; but she didn't talk as much as he had imagined. She remained silent most of the time.
When it was cloudy, Jing Jiu would push her out to bathe in the sun; but soon after, he would hear her irritated voice.
A few days later, the summer got even hotter. The nunnery was located in the deep valley, so the wind was weaker. The steam from the lake rose up, making it even hotter.
Guo Dong's mood grew worse, and she complained incessantly.
Jing Jiu knew that she couldn't stay idle and wanted to take a walk outside. He went to the old nun and asked her if there were any scenic spots nearby.
The old nun told him that they saw a lake at the intersection of two streams on their way here, with many lotus flowers growing in the lake. The scenery was good, and it was cool and refreshing.
Dayuan City was a famous summer resort in Chaotian. Jing Jiu thought that if there were such a good place to go, it would be crowded with people a long time ago. He was worried that it would be inconvenient to go there.
The old nun told him that it was not a big deal. Few people in Dayuan City knew about the lake, especially in the early morning. It was a good idea to take the girl there to relax.
The next morning, Jing Jiu pushed the wheelchair out of the nunnery. The old nun saw him off with a gratified expression on her face.
In fact, there was no lake at the intersection of two streams; it was merely a pond.
The lotus branches grew densely in the pond, completely covering the surface of the water. As the gentle wind blew over, the pink lotus flowers looked fresh and tender in the morning sunlight; they were indeed beautiful.
Thinking of the pond in the Fiend Prison, Jing Jiu thought it was quite interesting.
The wheelchair stopped by the pond where the lotus leaves were densest.
The morning sunlight grew brighter.
The two of them didn't say anything.
All of a sudden, the sound of water breaking out in the pond. The lotus leaves swayed violently, and a person came out of the pond.
The person waved his hands toward the shore, bobbing up and down in the water. The water of the pond kept pouring into his mouth. He couldn't utter a single word, and all he could do was make some muffled sounds.
Jing Jiu and Guo Dong looked at him in Silence. They didn't say anything, and they didn't intend to help him either.
The person's eyes were full of despair and absurdity.
If he had time to think, he would think, "Why didn't you help me when you were so close to me?
Even if you didn't want to help me, why did you watch me die in Silence? "
It didn't take long for the person to exhaust his energy and sink to the bottom of the pond. His outstretched hands patted on the lotus leaves twice helplessly.
Jing Jiu and Guo Dong still didn't move.
A while later.
"It's true," Jing Jiu said.
Guo Dong felt surprised, saying, "I didn't suspect that it was false."
After a moment of silence, Jing Jiu said, "I thought you wanted to confirm the situation before making a decision."
Guo Dong said while looking at him, "I'm disabled now. Only you can save me."
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…
Lying on the ground, the person's chest rose up and down slightly, and he spat out some water from time to time, looking like a dying goldfish.
The person was very young, and he should be the son of a rich family judging by his clothing. It was unclear why he appeared in this remote pond in the early morning and was almost drowned.
After a while, the young man had finally recovered. He got up with difficulty and bowed to Jing Jiu to thank him for saving his life.
Then, he turned to Guo Dong in the wheelchair, intending to thank her, but his body stiffened.
The young woman in the wheelchair looked a bit feeble, but her expression was so calm, as if she had already seen through life and death.
The young man's eyes beamed, looking like the stars.
He had finally found his own light.
Guo Dong didn't like the enthusiastic expression in his eyes, saying, "Let's go."
Jing Jiu pushed the wheelchair and left.
The young man watched them leave in bewilderment. He came back to his senses after a while and caught up with them hastily. He thanked them many times and inquired about their background.
Jing Jiu didn't pay any attention to him.
Guo Dong didn't even take a look at him.
The young man thought of a possibility, feeling that his behavior was indeed impulsive. He stuttered, "You two, you two are …"
Jing Jiu didn't intend to answer this question.
In fact, he didn't even know what kind of relationship he had with Guo Dong.
They had fought against each other many times in the past hundreds of years, but the outcome wasn't important.
They studied the path toward heaven together, but they walked on completely different paths.
They were not enemies, but they swore never to meet each other again.
What kind of relationship was this?
Zhao Layue had made her own judgment after hearing about the past of the Immortal Jingyang and Lian Sanyue.
The relationship was quite complicated.
That was why she was so cautious when facing Shui Yue Nunnery.
It looked like Zhao Layue's judgment was quite accurate.
The wheelchair suddenly stopped.
It was because Guo Dong's hands fell to the sides of the wheelchair.
"We are brother and sister."
She said this calmly.
Hearing this answer, the young man felt extremely delighted, as if heaven and earth were about to be intoxicated.
Jing Jiu's eyelids drooped slightly, his eyelashes still.
He looked like the lotus flower in the water.
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