There were some lines on the surface of the Green Sky Mirror, but they were very thin.
There were some lines on the fingertips as well, but they were even thinner.
As such, when his fingers rubbed the Green Sky Mirror slowly, it didn't make any sound.
The study room was as quiet as it had been in the past decades.
Time passed slowly. Jing Jiu didn't say anything while looking at the tea in the teacup. It was unclear what kind of amazing secret he was calculating.
Liu Shisui grew more and more nervous, feeling thirsty. He picked up the teacup reflexively and drank up the tea in one gulp; then he realized he had done something wrong.
Holding the teacup tightly, he turned around stealthily and walked to the stove, starting to boil the tea.
During this process, Jing Jiu's gaze didn't change at all, indicating that he wasn't looking at the tea in the teacup.
The water in the teapot was boiling, making a bewildered sound.
Liu Shisui put the teacup in front of Jing Jiu and stepped aside, not daring to disturb him further.
The new tea buds grew slowly in the teacup, but the expression on Jing Jiu's face didn't show any sign of relaxing.
The records in the daily log, those seemingly unrelated events, those seemingly ordinary words, seemed to have some sort of secret connection between them.
The connection was like the tiny bubbles in the tea, appearing at any moment and then disappearing for some unknown reason; it was hard to detect.
…
…
The devil blood was as black as ink.
The inky snake.
The snake bones.
The bones could be used to soak the wine.
A flash of sword light appeared in the deep end of Jing Jiu's eyes, which was bright and extremely sharp.
After being wounded severely by the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean, Jing Jiu and Guo Dong traveled in Chaotian for three years, spending more than ten spring, summer, autumn, and winter seasons together. They had seen many sceneries and talked a great deal.
He didn't like to listen to her reasoning, and she knew it better than anybody else. As such, she didn't talk about her grand plan or her worries and plans for the future of the Cultivation circle and the human race. Most of the things she talked about were trivial matters in life.
The trivial matters in life were the family affairs. The only family member Guo Dong had in this world was her nephew, He Zhan.
Jing Jiu could easily guess who He Zhan's birth mother was.
There were three people in the Shui Yue Nunnery who had the highest seniority.
Guo Dong, the Chief Nun, and the Great Grandmaster sounded very experienced, but they were in fact the youngest ones.
The small green curtain sedan could fly on its own, bringing Jing Jiu from the Guocheng Temple to the Shui Yue Nunnery.
Many people had heard the Grand Supreme Elder speak, but no one had lifted the green curtain and seen her speak with their own eyes.
The sound-transmitting magic treasure could do this. It was even possible that Shui Yue Nunnery was sitting in the palanquin most of the time.
In the Cultivation world, He Zhan was most famous for his luck. As a free-traveling practitioner without any background, he had encountered treasures one after another. His life was even more exaggerated than Wang Xiaoming's arranged life. It seemed that Guo Dong was not the only reason for his luck today.
Guo Dong should still be in the cocoon of the natural worm silk at the time; it was impossible for her to arrange every step so well.
However, there was no evidence for these inferences, and they seemed to be meaningless. Even if they were true, they couldn't form a complete story.
Jing Jiu didn't care much about it, letting his thoughts wander.
As time passed, the hot tea in the teacup grew cold again. Liu Shisui took the teacup away and brought a new one.
The hot steam in the teacup drifted up, falling and dispersing on the surface of the Green Sky Mirror, making the boundary between reality and illusion even more blurry.
Jing Jiu's line of sight left the teacup and landed on the surface of the Green Sky Mirror along with the steam.
In that world, he saw a small river, a boat with black awning, a stone bridge, a nunnery, and an infant.
A scholar was leaving in the distant field, and he would stop once in a while to look back.
Jing Jiu had a general idea of what was going on, and he knew that this was the content of the story; but he didn't have any evidence yet.
If he wanted to investigate it, he should be able to find out the truth; but of course, he wouldn't do it.
All he needed was this story, but he didn't need any evidence. It was because he didn't intend to convince the characters in the story, but only himself.
…
…
Jing Jiu felt a bit tired. He picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea, finding it a bit cold.
No matter how diligent Liu Shisui was, he couldn't ensure that the tea in the teacup would always be hot; it had nothing to do with his concentration.
He looked up at the outside of the window and found it was a bit dark. Only then did he realize that he had calculated for such a long time.
"Young Master?" Liu Shisui called out nervously.
Jing Jiu said, "That's enough. You can go back now."
Liu Shisui thought that Jing Jiu didn't intend to share that secret with him.
Jing Jiu didn't have the habit of sharing secrets with him, and he was not Zhao Layue. "Are you going to represent Yimaozhai at the Plum Meeting?" he asked.
Liu Shisui said embarrassedly, "I haven't participated in it before, so I'm curious."
"The Cultivation tournament?" asked Jing Jiu.
Liu Shisui felt even more embarrassed, saying, "I don't know anything about zither, chess, calligraphy, or painting; all I know is fighting."
Even though he represented Yimaozhai, Liu Shisui was still a disciple of Aoyama, so it was natural that he didn't know anything about zither, chess, calligraphy, or painting, and was good at the Cultivation tournament.
Jing Jiu understood this well, saying, "Xi Yiyun is not bad. You can learn more from him."
Liu Shisui didn't expect his Young Master to have such a high evaluation of Xi Yiyun, feeling surprised.
Jing Jiu explained, "The scholars of Yimaozhai are different from those poor scholars in the mortal world; they are true scholars."
Just like the monks of the Guocheng Temple were different from those fake monks who cheated money in the mortal world; otherwise, he wouldn't have allowed Liu Shisui to study in these two places.
Liu Shisui asked, "What else does my Young Master want me to do?"
Jing Jiu looked at the night sky outside the window, knowing that Gu Qing, Zhuo Rusui, and Jing Shang were discussing that matter in the Manor of Duke Lu. After a moment of thought, he said, "Help me send a letter to Bu Qiuxiao. I want to meet him."
Liu Shisui was surprised, asking, "When?"
Thinking of the day of the marriage proposal, Jing Jiu said, "You have to come within eight days."
If others had heard his request, they would have been shocked speechless. Even if you were the reincarnated disciple of the Immortal Jingyang and an elder of the Shenmo Peak, what qualification did you have to have the House Master of Yimaozhai come to see you?
Liu Shisui didn't think so, so he agreed.
…
…
Eight days passed quickly.
There were no lanterns or streamers in the Manor of Prime Minister, and even the courtyard was swept clean. There was no dust on the trees or on the road, as if they were ready to receive the imperial edict.
Today was the day when the Manor of Duke Shan came to propose marriage. The procedures before the marriage proposal had been completed, and the Seventh Young Lady, Cen Shi, had been brought back from the Net-Perception Temple yesterday. Everything was ready, and the whole manor was full of joy.
It was a happy event to marry off the naughty and stubborn Seventh Young Lady, who refused to get married. More importantly, Prime Minister Cen had made a decision, so the people in the manor didn't have to bear the pressure from all sides.
The wife of Prince Duke Lu returned to the manor early. Seeing the joy on the faces of her sisters-in-law, she felt a little uncomfortable.
Duke Lu was on the side of Prince Jing Yao, and the Prime Minister was from Yimaozhai, but most of her relatives were from Zhongzhou School. It was really difficult for her to be in the middle.
Besides, the Seventh Young Lady didn't want to marry the Son of Duke Shan at all. Was it appropriate for them to be so happy?
Thinking of these things, the wife of Prince Shan went to Cen Shi's room and found that there were no traces of tears on her face, and there was even some joy in her eyes. She couldn't help but be surprised.
The Seventh Young Lady stopped making trouble, and the madams, servant girls, and servants all felt relieved, but she felt that something was wrong. After exchanging a few words with Cen Shi, she quietly left the back garden and found Lu Ming. She described Cen Shi's situation in a low voice and asked worriedly, "Will something happen today?"
Lu Ming looked at her and said with a smile, "Don't worry. Even if something happens, it will be a happy event."
Hearing this, the wife didn't feel relieved. On the contrary, she felt it was even stranger.
Lu Ming smiled awkwardly and said, "It's about to start. I'll go to the front to take a look."
Having said this, he quickly left and went to the front hall, thinking that it would be a pity to miss this big show.
The hall was full of guests. Prime Minister Cen and Duke Shan stood side by side on the stage with a satisfied smile on their faces.
Lu Ming looked at the handsome Young Master behind Duke Shan and thought that his appearance wasn't worse than Brother Li 'er's, but he was afraid that today's show wouldn't be easy to sing.
According to etiquette, the two sides had to greet each other. The guests looked at the scene with a smile, waiting for the ceremony to be completed in the next moment and then hurried forward to congratulate them.
At this moment, a sudden noise came from outside the Prime Minister's Manor.
The guests were shocked and looked out of the manor, wondering where the arrogant people had come from and dared to make trouble in front of the Prime Minister's door.
The stewards and guards of the Prime Minister's Manor retreated in fear, not daring to stop them.
A group of people broke into the Prime Minister's Manor.
Walking in the front was Duke Lu.
Who dared to hit him?
…
…
I originally wanted to write: I object … But then I remembered that Chen Chang Sheng had already shouted in the Story of Choosing Heaven. What a pity, what a pity, I like these kinds of scenes. Also, some readers might not have seen the sentence I added yesterday, so I'm very embarrassed to say it again. My friend wrote the Surgery Live Broadcast Room. When I wrote it yesterday, I was a bit smug and actually wrote the wrong name. But I'll take this opportunity to announce it to the public. Do you see, this is a true friend … Also, the title of today's chapter is very good. Also, I know that today and tomorrow I will be scolded by all of you for being a dog with broken chapters, but I had no choice. I took my niece skiing and couldn't write for these two days. These two chapters were written last night until two o 'clock.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
