Liu Shisui recognized Jing Jiu, feeling startled. Soon after, he felt quite delighted, yelling, "Master, no, Senior Master, how are you!"
Back when he came to the Guocheng Temple to study the Buddhist methods, he couldn't understand the true meaning of the scripts. It wasn't until he was instructed by Yin San that he finally understood the scripts and suppressed the conflicts of zhenqi in his body. After he finished explaining the scripts, Yin San had disappeared from his life, which made him miss him very much. Now that he had met him again, he felt quite excited.
He thought that Yin San must be a highly achieved monk of the Guocheng Temple, so he called him "Master" reflexively. But on second thought, he thought that since Jing Jiu wanted to drink wine, he might have misunderstood and thought that Jing Jiu was a highly achieved monk invited by his Young Master. As such, he called him "Senior Master" hastily.
Yin San indicated with a small smile that he didn't need to be overly courteous, and sat down by the table. Looking at the sumptuous dishes on the table, he found that the little vixen's cooking had improved a lot. He nodded satisfactorily, saying, "These dishes can go well with the wine."
It was then that Xiao He walked in with a bowl of food in her hands. She was quite surprised to see Yin San.
Yet, different from Liu Shisui, Xiao He was less delighted and more cautious. She didn't wish to see any change in the peaceful days in the vegetable garden of the Zen temple.
Glancing at the bowl in her hand, Yin San found that it was a bowl of pickled vegetables. The green bamboo shoots and the red-skinned radishes were a good match, exuding a faint sour fragrance. He was even more satisfied, saying, "You can have a bowl of rice after the wine."
Xiao He bowed to Jing Jiu with a small smile and placed the pickled vegetables on the table. Then she went to the kitchen and fetched a clean bowl and chopsticks, filling it up.
Yin San picked up the bowl of wine and had a sip. He found that the wine was ordinary and a bit bland, but he didn't mind it. He drank up the wine in the bowl in one gulp.
Liu Shisui refilled the wine in Jing Jiu's bowl hastily.
Yin San didn't eat any of the dishes, but drank another bowl of wine. It was interesting that the way he drank the wine was rather generous, but it seemed to him that it was a matter of course.
A few years ago, during the turmoil of the Fiend Prison, the King Of The Underworld was killed by the Old Dragon. Jing Jiu played a piece of music and drank a bowl of wine that evening. He played a piece of music that day, and he wanted to drink wine as well.
After drinking two bowls of wine in a row, he picked up his chopsticks and picked up half a bowl of his favorite dishes. He ate slowly, occasionally picking up a piece of red radish to clear his mouth.
"Didn't the Young Zen Master write a letter asking you to go to the One-Cottage House? Why don't you go? "Yin San suddenly asked Liu Shisui.
Liu Shisui was certain that he San was a Jiu, a, and. Jiu was Jiu was., and Sh. San smiled and said..
"Qing Liu" Jing Sh" Zui "Jiu" He when when when on. on. "Jiu" Jing Sh. on. on. Jiu.
Yin San smiled and asked, "How was your comprehension of the Dao Seeking?"
Liu Shisui thought about his cultivation in that world and his life as a bodyguard. He found that it was really simple and boring. He couldn't feel anything, so he said apologetically, "No."
Yin San asked, "What about Jing Jiu?"
Liu Shisui didn't even think about it and said directly, "Young Master, it's not much different from outside. It's still the same."
After a moment of silence, Yin San said, "That's good."
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On a cliff platform somewhere in the Cloud-Dream Mountain, a few golden leaves drifted down along with the wind.
Tong Yan stood under the tree and looked at the dream-like Yun Kingdom outside the cliff. No one knew what she was thinking.
In his hand was a delicate little wine pot. Every time a leaf fell, he would pick it up and take a sip.
The drinking of the Cultivation practitioners was not much different from that of the mortals; it was necessary to give them something good as a gift.
He Zhan had copied the method of roasting fish for Jing Shisui before he went to White Town. Jing Shisui had roasted hundreds of fish according to the method, but he still couldn't taste the same, so he had to give up.
At the moment, the gifts he used to give the wine were not the yellow leaves drifting down with the wind, but the few Go pieces in his left hand.
The Go pieces rubbed against each other and turned in his palm, producing a clear and deep sound that was pleasing to the ears. As far as Jing Shisui was concerned, it was no different from a delicious dish.
Jing Shisui played chess less and less, because he found it boring.
Nobody in the world could defeat him, and he couldn't defeat Jing Jiu no matter how hard he tried, either in the real world or in the Illusionary Realm of the Green Sky Mirror.
Yet, the way Jing Jiu played chess was still as boring as before …
He would only think of drinking wine when he was bored, so he didn't use Zhen Yuan to alleviate his boredom. As the seventieth yellow leaf drifted down, Jing Shisui finally felt tipsy.
It was a good feeling to feel like a fairy.
Tong Yan thought that it was unnecessary for mortals to cultivate so hard after ascending to become a fairy man; all the mortals needed was a few jars of wine.
Was it really worth it to pay so much for the elusive path toward heaven?
Jing Shisui leapt up from the railing with the wine jar in his hand and traveled with the wind. After traveling in the clouds and fog for a long time, he arrived at a remote and secluded valley.
This place was the periphery of the Cloud-Dream Mountain and close to the forbidding formation, so few disciples of the Zhongzhou School would come here.
It was probably for this reason that Lo Huainan built her secret manor house here in secret.
Tong Yan walked in after activating the three layers of the forbidding formation of the manor house with the wine jar in his hand. The light belt made of crystals was illuminated by the fresh wind, illuminating the simple and clean furnishings inside.
This secret manor house had fallen into Jing Shisui's hands after the death of Lo Huainan. The Immortal Tan and Bai Zhenren must have known what Jing Shisui had done in secret, so they responded with silence. As such, they didn't pay any attention to this small manor house.
Tong Yan walked to the front of the stone table and remained silent for a while.
There had been a small green bottle here, which was the last resort prepared by Lo Huainan for his Yuanying; but he had died here.
Tong Yan poured some of the wine in the wine jar onto the ground, and then sat down to drink it slowly.
As time went by, Jing Shisui became more and more drunk. As he leaned against the stone table with his hand supporting his forehead and was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard a sound.
The sound was very weak, like the flame of a candle in the strong wind; it seemed that it would be extinguished at any moment.
Tong Yan raised his head abruptly, his eyes extremely bright; he didn't seem to be drunk at all.
This place was remote and secluded, close to the Great Formation of Cloud-Dream, and the manor house was isolated from the outside world by the forbidding formation; but why did he hear the sound?
The sound was very close to him, as if it was in his heart.
Was it the work of the devil men of the deviant sects?
Tong Yan thought indifferently. Even the saintess of the Bloody Demon Church didn't have such an ability, and neither did the Royal Concubine Hu in the imperial palace.
Jing Shisui believed that this was not an illusion, and he wasn't drunk. He listened attentively with the Zhen Yuan in his ear.
After a long while, his earlobe quivered slightly, and he finally heard the sound again.
The sound was very weak and trembling, as if it was extremely cold. And … he seemed to have heard it somewhere before.
He listened in silence. After a long time, he finally understood what the voice was saying.
"Young man …"
"Young man … save me …"
"The young man playing chess … is me …"
Tong Yan raised his eyebrows so hard that they seemed to be raised.
He recognized whose voice it was.
It was the spirit of the Green Sky Mirror.
It was the young girl named Qing 'er.
The young girl had come out to play with him when he was a child, and they met again in the small building in the Huiyin Valley a few days ago.
After the Dao Competition was over, he asked his Master to go to the Huiyin Valley to see her, but his Master didn't allow it …
It was true that the Green Sky Mirror was in the Huiyin Valley; but why did her voice ring out in his heart?
Was it because he had drunk too much? Was it because he had suffered a setback in the chess playing and what had happened to Lo Huainan that he had a heart devil?
Tong Yan's face suddenly turned pale. It wasn't because he had drunk too much, nor was it because he was afraid of the heart devil; it was because he had clearly heard Qing 'er's mournful cry again.
He had figured something out.
The voice didn't come from his heart; it came from a crack in the manor cave.
Nobody knew that there was a secret passage in this secret manor cave of Lo Huainan that could lead to the deep part of the Great Formation of Cloud-Dream.
The crack in the stone was the entrance to the secret passage.
Why did the weak voice come out from there?
Was it because the Green Sky Mirror was suppressed in the deep part of the Earth Source?
The Green Sky Mirror was a true heavenly treasure, and its status in the Zhongzhou School was similar to that of the Unicorn and the dead Old Dragon. Only the two Masters could make such a decision.
What kind of mistake had the young girl committed that she had to be punished like this?
Tong Yan had a deep understanding of the chess playing, and his calculating ability was very strong. It took him only a short time to find out the truth, and he concluded that it was not something he could meddle in.
He put the alcohol jar on the stone table, got up, and headed for the outside of the cave without hesitation.
Sensing his departure, the voice in the deep part of the underground had gradually faded away. Everything returned to a deathly stillness and despair.
As Tong Yan arrived at the entrance of the manor cave, he tossed out a jade board with a wave of his hand.
The jade board shot out a flash of light, heading toward a place on the Cloud-Dream Mountain, carrying a spiritual awareness that he had transmitted to Bai Zao.
"I've comprehended something in the Illusionary Realm of the Green Sky Mirror, so I've decided to stay behind closed doors to cultivate.
I don't know when I'll be able to do it. "He turned around and walked back to the deep part of the manor cave, where he set up another protective formation. After that, he walked to the front of the stone wall, remaining silent for a long time while staring at the crack in the stone.
Soon, he came to the second conclusion: it was basically impossible.
The Earth Source was connected to the Great Formation of Cloud-Dream. If he wanted to sneak into the deep part of the Earth Source, he couldn't employ any magic methods; otherwise, he would be discovered.
A heavenly treasure like the Green Sky Mirror must be guarded by someone, or even the divine animal Unicorn. Even if he could reach the deep part of the Earth Source, what could he do?
He couldn't come to the third conclusion.
For a person as intelligent and meticulous as he was, there were only two situations where he didn't need to think about it.
One was that he couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried, and the other was that he couldn't get a good result no matter how hard he tried. As such, he didn't need to calculate and calculate at the moment; he could just do it directly.
Tong Yan took off his clothes and folded them carefully before putting them on the bed. He then walked to the front of the stone wall.
His steady hands landed on the hard stone wall, as if he were grabbing a piece of tofu, and he dug out a large piece of rock noiselessly.
Soon, the crack in the stone had become a hole that he could crawl into. The sand and rocks piled up like a small hill on the ground.
Though it looked fast, it was still too slow considering the distance between the deep part of the Earth Source and the ground.
Tong Yan had calculated that it would take him about twelve years to dig to the deep part of the Earth Source.
This fact did not make him flinch at all. He continued to dig in silence.
For the Cultivation practitioners, staying behind closed doors for twelve years was a normal thing to do.
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Winter had arrived.
The Great Formation of Aoyama opened as usual, welcoming the first snow, the second snow, and the third snow.
On the top of Shenmo Peak, the stone door of a manor cave opened.
Jing Jiu walked to the cliff's edge with his hands folded behind his back. He looked at the peaks in the wind and snow, his left hand still clenched.
The snow fell down noiselessly. Tianguang Peak, Shanghai Peak, Sword Peak, Xilai Peak, and the peaks were all as usual.
The scenery in front of him was no different from the scenery he saw when he decided to leave for Zhaoge City a few years ago.
Yet, he could vaguely hear the music coming from Qingrong Peak not far away.
Appreciating the snow and the plum blossoms was always different.
The Inherited Sword and the Sword Trial on Qingrong Peak hadn't done well in recent years, which had something to do with Nan Wang's connivance.
Jing Jiu shook his head. Looking at the white flagpole in the snow, he flicked his right hand slightly.
Pah!!!
The white cat bounced up from the thick snow and meowed angrily, the white hair all over his body standing up like arrows. As he was about to tear the intruder apart, he found it was Jing Jiu, so he had no choice but to give up.
He suddenly felt the scene was familiar, tilting his head to one side in bewilderment.
The five pieces of Thunder-Soul Wood had already returned to Shenmo Peak from the Sword Jail, but Jing Jiu didn't let Ada go back to Bihu Peak.
It was obvious that the Immortal Sect Master didn't agree with Jing Jiu using the Principal Guards of Aoyama as a guard cat, but he was too afraid of death to care about it.
Jing Jiu said, "Ada, get ready to go to a place with me."
He had to tell the cat that he needed to get ready. The place was very far away and would take a long time to get there.
The white cat was furious, wondering if he would have to do it again. It would be fine if he traveled the human world with Jing Jiu to bully people and treat them as his ancestors; but he would encounter either the Old Dragon or the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean; who could stand it? Besides, the Thunder-Soul Wood had just been brought back; was he going to give it to a dog again?
Jing Jiu persuaded the cat last time by using the word "fight".
The word "fight" was used to describe the fight between dragons and tigers.
This time he used a place name.
"I'm going to the Guocheng Temple. The Thunder-Soul Wood will be sent back to Bihu after the Ming Road. Liu Ci will look after it in person."
After a moment of silence, the white cat meowed once to express his agreement.
As far as he was concerned, he had no hope of ascending, so all he could think about was prolonging his life, and it would be best if he could live as long as heaven and earth.
The Zen sects were the best in this aspect. He had wanted to go to the Guocheng Temple to listen to the scripts, but he hadn't had a suitable opportunity.
Gu Qing and Yuan Qu heard the commotion and walked out of the manor cave, bowing to the man and the cat.
Jing Jiu said to Gu Qing, "Hold the cat and follow me."
It was the same way they walked from Zhaoge City to the West Ocean.
Gu Qing had no time to ask. He walked to the front of the white cat, bowed again, and reached out his hand.
Seeing this, Yuan Qu felt envious, wondering how many disciples of Aoyama could hold the Principal Guard and travel the human world. However, Gu Qing was the personal disciple of Jing Jiu, and Jing Jiu was the Senior Master's nephew, so he couldn't fight for anything.
Unexpectedly, the white cat didn't allow Gu Qing to hold him. He waved his paw to ask Jing Jiu to stand further away, showing a disgusted expression.
Zhao Layue walked to the edge of the cliff and said while staring into Jing Jiu's eyes, "Let me do it."
The white cat nodded incessantly.
"Okay," said Jing Jiu.
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After leaving a letter for Yuan Qu to pass to the other side, Jing Jiu left Shenmo Peak with Zhao Layue and Zhao Layue holding the cat.
The Thoughtless Sword was too conspicuous, so they used the iron sword. They landed in Cloudy Town after a short flight, and left after having a hotpot dinner.
They didn't ride the sword for the rest of the journey, but on foot.
The white cat lay in Zhao Layue's bosom, thinking that it was a good journey, and it didn't matter if the mountain path was bumpy.
The mountain path passed through a small village, and they came to the top of the mountain. Looking down, they could see the house that was getting bigger and bigger.
Liu's father was busy doing some chores in the courtyard, his hair still black. It seemed that he was still in good health after so many years.
Liu's mother came out with a little boy in her arms and a little girl about five or six years old in her hand.
Liu's father walked over and said something to them, and the whole family laughed; it was a very happy and harmonious atmosphere.
Zhao Layue looked down and asked, "Does Liu Shisui know?"
"I don't know."
Jing Jiu took out a magic pill and handed it to Zhao Layue, saying, "Melt it in the water jar. The scenery of the pond in the village is not bad. Wait for me there. "
The white cat lifted his head and looked at the light snow falling from the sky, thinking that it was enough to stand by the pond in the middle of winter and enjoy the scenery.
Zhao Layue agreed and came to the village with the cat in her arms. She put a magic pill in the water jar of the Liu House, and then walked to the pond and looked at the water.
The snowflakes fell on the water and disappeared instantly, as if they had never existed.
She was close to the middle state of Free Travel, and for mortals, she was a real fairy. Even if she stood by the pond, nobody could see her.
The white cat sensed her nervousness, so he meowed softly, trying to comfort her.
Zhao Layue looked at the snowflakes falling on the water, saying nothing.
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Jing Jiu made sure that nobody was watching him, not in the sky or underground. He walked out of the small village and went back the way he came.
Liu's parents had given birth to two more children. The big tree by the pond looked old; it had been twenty-three years.
He passed through the wild forest and walked for a long time before he finally came to the bank of the stream. It was here that he cut wood to make a fire and dried his clothes for the first time in his two lives.
Snow fell on the stream, and the pond upstream was covered with thin ice. But it was not frozen because of the waterfall falling from the mountainside.
Jing Jiu went against the waterfall and entered the mountainside. He passed through an extremely dark passage and arrived at the manor cave.
The bright pearl in the manor cave was shining, illuminating the stone bed and the two cattail hassocks in front of it.
That person was still lying on the stone bed, with his face covered by a layer of immeasurable fog, which looked like thousands of stars. No one could see his face clearly.
Jing Jiu walked to the front of the bed and said, "There must be something wrong with the formation. Let's make sure whether Bai Ren has struck or not today."
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