Most of the disciples of Aoyama were not well-versed in music, and it was the same for the people on Shenmo Peak.
Jing Jiu didn't understand the meaning of the song, but he thought it was beautiful, so he ignored it and walked to the meditation room.
Qing'er was listening attentively in the corridor. When she saw him coming, she looked up and asked, "Who is this person? You play the zither really well. Listening to it gives me an indescribable feeling. "
Jing Jiu didn't explain. He walked into the meditation room and came to the front of the mountain-like cotton-padded jacket. He reached out his right hand toward the exposed half of the Snow Girl's face.
He was rather interested in this kind of high level bloodline. He really wanted to study the other party's structure to see if it was fundamentally different from other life forms, such as whether it had a mouth or not. However … in the end, he did not do anything and retracted his hand.
It was a conservative choice based on safety considerations. Although Xue Gie would wake up in a few days, there was no need to wake her up early and make everyone nervous.
He walked to a corner, pulled open a few quilts, and took out the Green Sky Mirror hidden there. He stepped over the round window and arrived by the snowy lake.
Qing 'er doesn't dare to go through the meditation room directly. She flaps her transparent wings and turns into a stream of light. She bypasses the entire building and comes to the lake.
Tong Yan stood on the small bridge and followed them to the lake. She raised her eyebrows slightly, thinking that it was no wonder that she couldn't find them no matter how hard she tried.
Nobody dared wake up the Snow Girl in a deep sleep, so nobody discovered the Green Sky Mirror hidden under the quilt.
Looking at the lakeside, Tong Yan didn't dare look away from the snowy lake. Otherwise, what if Jing Jiu ran away with the Green Sky Mirror?
Suddenly, a dozen sword wills emerged from the lakeside and formed a formation, shielding Jing Jiu and Qing'Er inside.
Tong Yan's eyebrows grew even thicker, appearing even more striking on the snow-covered bridge. She wondered what kind of secret lay over there. Why didn't Qing'er tell him?
He withdrew his gaze and looked at the other side of the snowy bridge, wondering who that person was. What does it have to do with this nunnery and Jing Jiu's secret?
Young Master Li, draped in a black cloak, sat in the snow and played the zither. His fingers were frozen red, but the sound of the zither never stopped.
The sound of the zither crossed the snowy bridge, passed through the tranquil nunnery and plum trees, and reached the surface of the lake. It was carried by the wind and seemed even more ethereal.
The formation could block the vision, but it could also block the sound of the zither. Jing Jiu reached out his right hand and broke the ice and snow on the surface of the lake soundlessly. He dipped his hand in some water and sprinkled it on the Green Sky Mirror.
Seeing this scene, Qing 'er felt a little cold. She folded her wings and hugged herself. She squatted down beside him and asked, "Do you really want to sharpen your sword?"
When they were in the Guocheng Temple, she had entered his body and knew many of his secrets. Naturally, she wouldn't mistake him for the Sword of the Universe like Tong Yan did.
He was her only companion in Chaotian, so she wouldn't reveal his secret to anyone else, even though she was curious about Tong Yan.
Jing Jiu uttered "hmm". Back when he made a bet with the Unicorn in the Guocheng Temple that he would use the Green Sky Mirror to enter the Illusionary Realm one more time, it was because he had promised Qing 'er on the Cloud-Dream Mountain that he would help her solve some problems. Unexpectedly, he encountered the Green Sky Mirror again in the end when he was severely wounded by Monk Duhai.
The Zen sects liked to say that everything was predetermined. Judging from this incident, it was indeed reasonable. If he hadn't remembered his promise to Qing 'er and wanted to obtain the Green Sky Mirror, he wouldn't have been wounded. However, if he hadn't been wounded, he wouldn't have needed the Green Sky Mirror at all.
The so-called cause and effect turned out to be like this.
Seeing Jing Jiu's right hand sliding and rubbing on the surface of the bronze mirror, Qing 'er asked worriedly, "Can you sharpen it? Why don't you try it on the back of the mirror with the patterns? "
She, the mirror spirit, was the most familiar with the Green Sky Mirror.
The surface of the mirror was indeed very slippery, so it took a long time to sharpen the sword; but Jing Jiu was not in a hurry.
He was certain that the Green Sky Mirror was the sharpening stone he had been looking for over a year.
The bronze mirror was the best material for sharpening. The smoother the surface was, the more delicate it was, and the closer it was to perfection.
Jing Jiu said, "As long as you work hard enough, you can sharpen an iron rod into a needle. Though it's easier to sharpen an iron rod into a needle than to sharpen a sword, it's still possible."
The Green Girl thought that she didn't understand, so she changed the topic and asked, "The day before yesterday, I asked you how to become a real human being. You asked me to think about it by myself. It took me two days to figure it out. If I could figure it out, why would I ask you?"
Looking at the bronze mirror, Jing Jiu adjusted the angle of his right hand, saying, "The answer is simple. As long as you think you are a human, you will be a human."
Qing 'er felt baffled, exclaiming, "What's the difference between this and deceiving yourself and others?"
Jing Jiu pressed without lifting his head, "Deceiving yourself?"
Qing 'er understood what he meant, pondering over it.
"The most important question is, why do you want to become a human? Why can't you be a mountain, river, lake, sea, flower, tree, grass, or animal?"
Jing Jiu scooped up some water from the snowy lake and sprinkled it on the Green Sky Mirror, and then continued sharpening it soundlessly.
After a long moment of silence, Qing 'er said, "They are all humans, you are a human, Tong Yan is a human, Little Zao is a human, and so am I."
Jing Jiu knew that she had thought it through and didn't need his help, so he didn't say anything more.
The sound of zither could be heard from the other side of the snowy bridge, making the cold winter night feel a bit warmer.
Ten years ago, the Young Master Li came here every night to play the zither to the horse, which was still grazing in Aoyama.
The Green Sky Mirror was the one listening to the zither tonight. Did it mean that this bronze mirror would go to Aoyama as well?
Thinking of this possibility, Jing Jiu felt satisfied.
The longevity lamps hanging on the trees by the lake illuminated the nunnery hall and his face.
As the formation of the Shui Yue Nunnery was set up, the cold intent in the meditation room was isolated. The wind and snow stopped, and the temperature rose. The ice on the surface of the lake cracked open with cracking sounds.
A lotus branch that had been pressed down by the ice and snow the night before broke through the snow and straightened its body.
A familiar voice rang out in the deep part of his mind. After some thought, Jing Jiu slowed down the movement of his right hand and made it a bit gentler.
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In the Illusionary Realm of the Green Sky Mirror, the violent wind was howling, and the dark clouds were everywhere. A flash of lightning would illuminate the night sky every few seconds.
The lightning was extremely magnificent, extending from the northernmost part to the ocean in the southernmost part, as if it would tear the sky apart. It was at least ten thousand miles long.
Along with the lightning were the rumbling heavenly thunders and the snowflakes that came from nowhere.
The Eldest Young Master Zhang climbed to the top of the small hill behind his house while wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket. He stood up straight with his hands on his waist, cursing loudly at the lightning in the night sky.
What he said couldn't be expressed in words; it was merely a dirty word about the "damned Heaven".
All of a sudden, the thunder in the night sky grew softer, and the dreadful and magnificent lightning struck at a much slower frequency. Even the snowflakes grew thinner.
The Eldest Young Master Zhang was taken aback at first, and then he went down the hill as quickly as he could.
He returned to his own courtyard and locked the door after a long time. He got into bed without washing his feet and covered his head and face with the quilt. He turned his back to the door and fell asleep.
It was impossible for him to fall asleep. He opened his eyes wide in the dark under the quilt, wondering if the Emperor had become the God.
Thinking of this question and whether the Emperor had heard him cursing, he felt very nervous. He didn't notice that a corner of the quilt on his son and daughter-in-law had been lifted in the next room, and he didn't know that the sleeping people in the nearby Zhao Jujia House and many other houses in the county had already woken up.
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This chapter is well written, and the previous chapters are also very good, but this chapter is more important. The title of the chapter was prepared before the book was written. This is a famous poem by Li Bai: The Great Way is like the blue sky, and I cannot see it alone. The concept of the two sentences will be used more thoroughly after a few hundred thousand words. Also, "Friends, among the authors who are still persistently updating during the annual conference, I am the only one. This style is really not right. Even I am not used to it. Furthermore, I haven't saved any manuscripts. I write them during the day and post them at night. I am really too diligent. It will take me five hours to fly back to the Qing Kingdom tomorrow. I will definitely have to ask for leave. Also, Young Master Li's father was really dead at the beginning. This was the conclusion Jing Jiu reached when he asked the Curtain Man. Later, I made a mistake with Duke Lu and wrote that he was still alive, so I have been writing as if he was still alive. Sorry, this is not a matter of heart, it is a matter of memory. Everyone should be able to see that I am getting old and really can't do these things anymore. Please sympathize.
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