Jing Jiu handed the Green Sky Mirror to Gu Qing and said, "Take it to the Three-Thousand Nunnery outside Dayuan City."
After Jing Jiu lured the Snow Girl into the Sword Jail, Qing 'er hadn't come out since.
He thought that she had no interest in chatting with Gu Qing.
This disciple of his was sometimes even more boring than him.
Gu Qing took over the Green Sky Mirror, feeling it was quite heavy.
He had the same feeling back when he took over the Inherited Heaven Sword Manual from Jing Jiu.
He had the same feeling when Jing Jiu asked him to be the teacher of the Prince Jing Yao.
He had the same feeling when Jing Jiu asked him to be the Sect Master of Aoyama.
This was a magic treasure of the Heavenly State. Why did my Master trust me so much? Or, was this another test for his disciple?
Jing Jiu didn't pay attention to what was on Gu Qing's mind. "Let's go," he said to the crowd.
Though it was an ordinary remark, the people of Shenmo Peak knew him well enough to know that it was a solemn farewell for him.
Zhao Layue came before him and hugged him. She held him for a while before letting go of him.
Ping Yong-Ka wondered if this was the courtesy of the people of Shenmo Peak. Did he have to hug her as well?
As he was thinking of this, he opened his arms reflexively, though his movement was a bit stiff.
He didn't come back to his senses until Yuan Qu slapped him on the back of his head. He bowed to the ground with cupped fists like his two big brothers.
Jing Jiu said to Gu Qing in the end, "I'd like to use the sword a bit more."
Jing Jiu was a bit hesitant when making this decision.
Gu Qing was startled, wondering why Jing Jiu had to ask him if he wanted to use the sword, and why did he hesitate?
Jing Jiu was not a person like Jing Jiu. What had happened?
The Sword of the Universe had appeared, making Shenmo Peak even more desolate.
Jing Jiu jumped up on the sword and turned into a streak of cold light, heading toward the high sky.
The Grand Formation of Aoyama opened a passage naturally. The sea of clouds rippled, and the sword light faded away.
Zhao Layue led Gu Qing and Yuan Qu into the cave. Ping Yong-Ka was still standing at the edge of the cliff, waving to the sky. His face was full of reluctance, and his heart was full of anxiety. He had been at Shenmo Peak for a year, but he had only met his master twice. They had not spoken more than five sentences. If this continued, what would happen if his master forgot that he had a disciple like him?
"Get ready. We might have to go far," Zhao Layue said to Yuan Qu.
Gu Qing was going back to Zhaoge City, so he wouldn't participate in this matter. As such, Yuan Qu had to take care of these affairs.
Yuan Qu was a little nervous and asked, "About when?"
Zhao Layue thought that it would depend on when Jing Jiu could find that person.
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Apart from Zhao Layue, few people knew why Jing Jiu left Aoyama alone, let alone where he was going.
Like what he had done several times in the past, the Sword of the Universe landed outside Cloudy Town instead of flying three hundred miles away.
In this aspect, his Big Brother and Zhao Layue had a great influence on him.
The restaurant serving the hotpot was like a post station for the people of Shenmo Peak, or a gathering place for them every few years.
Jing Jiu pushed open the door and entered the restaurant, feeling displeased.
The smell in the private room was terrible, filled with the stink of alcohol and the smell of the burning hotpot.
Jing Jiu took off his conical hat and dropped a drop of water into the hotpot.
Along with a sizzling sound, the temperature of the burning hotpot dropped a bit, but the smell grew stronger.
Jing Jiu was taken aback, and then he called out the sword fire that he had practiced in the snowland for six years, burning the hotpot and everything in it into a puff of green smoke.
The window was pushed open, and the wind and human voices poured in together, diluting the smell.
Nan Wang was already drunk, so she felt even worse after being blown by the wind. She didn't know who Jing Jiu was, so she complained coquettishly, "I still want to drink. Why did you make the dishes disappear? Come back to me quickly. "
There were wine jars everywhere in the private room. There were exactly fifteen of them.
She could drink so much without using Zhen Yuan. She could be considered a good drinker in the human world, but it was obvious that she had drunk too much.
Jing Jiu's expression didn't change, but he shivered a few times in his mind.
Jing Jiu was most afraid of Nan Wang acting like a spoiled child after drinking too much, singing a tune, staring at him with wide eyes while not speaking, and vomiting all over his body.
If he didn't need Nan Wang to find the person, he wouldn't have agreed to Liu Ci's arrangement to go with her.
"It's time to go," said Jing Jiu.
Nan Wang glanced at him and seemed to remember who he was. She said drunkenly, "Why should we go? I just started drinking!"
Jing Jiu felt helpless. He condensed a ball of water again and added some coldness to it, turning it into a mixture of water and ice. He smashed it directly on her face.
Nan Wang cried out in surprise.
Her body was wet, and her curves were even more graceful.
Her face was wet, and her eyes were especially attractive.
She was sober, and her eyes were very scary.
Jing Jiu silently handed over a handkerchief.
Nan Wang silently took it and slowly wiped the water on her face. Finally, she took out a few pieces of ice from her half-open collar.
Then she slowly raised her head and looked at Jing Jiu, asking expressionlessly, "Do you want to die?"
Hearing Aoyama's catchphrase, Jing Jiu was silent.
He was fully aware that Nan Wang had a bad temper. He wouldn't do such a thing if it were any other occasion. He would stay far away from her and wait for her to sober up.
However, it was up to them to find Nan Qü when Aoyama would come out of the West Ocean. Time was indeed tight.
Jing Jiu of course wouldn't respond to her. Now that he couldn't defeat her, he didn't want to bring pain to himself.
Nan Wang didn't think Jing Jiu was obedient and sensible because of his silence. She got up and walked to the front of Jing Jiu, reaching out her hand to grab his chin.
It was then that a white figure appeared as fast as lightning and knocked her hand back.
The expression in Nan Wang's eyes grew cold as she looked at Jing Jiu's sleeve.
She could see clearly that it was a cat's paw.
A moment later, the white cat crawled out from Jing Jiu's sleeve and climbed to his shoulder along his arm. As he was about to climb up to his head habitually, he suddenly thought that it would be a bit embarrassing for Jing Jiu since there were other people around. As such, he squatted on Jing Jiu's shoulder.
"You have a backer. That's why you are so daring," Nan Wang said while staring into Jing Jiu's eyes.
Then, she turned to the white cat and said expressionlessly, "What is the Master White Ghost doing here instead of enjoying his life on the mountain?"
The white cat turned his head around, unwilling to pay any attention to her.
It was evident from the way she addressed him that she was very angry; otherwise, she would call him Ada.
Nan Wang was in the upper state of the Broken Sea, so she was no match for the white cat. However, women were a troublesome thing, and beating a woman would cause many other troubles.
Nan Wang had always been the most troublesome woman in Aoyama. She was very daring because she was favored by the masters and big brothers. She dared to pull the white cat's whiskers when she was young, and she chased him everywhere when she was older. The worst part was that she didn't want to hold the white cat even though she had such a good condition. She only liked to grab his neck, which was very uncomfortable.
Zhao Layue was the best.
The white cat began to miss the warm embrace he had felt after leaving the Shenmo Peak not long ago.
Then, he remembered that Little Layue hadn't held him for a long time, feeling a bit resentful.
Jing Jiu explained, "The Master White Ghost is good at smelling things."
The white cat was surprised, wondering what was going on today. Why was everyone calling him by his pet name?
The reason Jing Jiu didn't call him Ada was different from that of Nan Wang. It was not because he was angry, but because he didn't want Nan Wang to find out something from the way he addressed him.
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The horse-drawn carriage of the Gu Clan had been waiting outside the restaurant for a long time.
A few years had passed, and the carriage had been upgraded again. The design was more ingenious, and the craftsmanship was still perfect. It seemed that the Gu Clan needed to charge the Gu Clan for advertising their craftsmanship …
The chairs that used to sit opposite each other were now a chair and a couch. It was obvious that the Gu Clan thought that it was Zhao Layue who traveled with Jing Jiu.
Nan Wang supported her chin with her hands, looking at the spring scenery outside the window, thinking about something.
She was as petite as the common barbarian girls in the south, and her legs weren't very long, but they still took up most of the space on the couch.
Jing Jiu sat on the floor without a second thought, closing his eyes and cultivating by meditation.
The white cat couldn't help but climb up to Jing Jiu's head, sighing comfortably and narrowing his eyes.
Hearing the voice, Nan Wang spun her head and saw the scene. She couldn't help but let out a smile, showing a beautiful smile.
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The carriage entered Nanhezhou and headed west. Sometimes it took the official road, and sometimes it took the mountain road. It would stop occasionally, but most of the time, it just kept moving.
Every time the carriage stopped, there would be sword lights illuminating the mountains or pavilions, bringing the latest news.
Near the Zhuang River, Nan Wang and Jing Jiu abandoned the carriage and started walking. Only on rare occasions, such as when the cliff was too high or the river was too deep, would they choose to ride their swords.
The latest news continued to arrive along with the sword lights.
In the blink of an eye, it was midsummer. A small boat floated on the lake in Daozhou City. Nan Wang sat at the bow of the boat, looking a little worried. He kept pouring wine into his mouth.
Jing Jiu sat at the other end of the boat, stroking the cat's head with his right hand. He wondered when they would reach the end.
The appearance of the sword lights and news seemed normal, but it was actually very difficult.
During this period of time, at least seven thousand things that had just happened had been sent to them at the fastest speed for them to judge.
This required the full cooperation of the Curtain Rollers, and many swordsmen in the Undefeated State and above to be the postmen, and they couldn't alert the people at the West Ocean. Besides the Zhongzhou School and the Imperial Court, the Aoyama Sect was the only sect in all of Chaotian capable of doing this.
The Aoyama Sect had demonstrated its resources and employed a great deal of resources and disciples, but … they still had no idea what to do.
Nan Wang was fully aware of what her mission was, so she was under a great deal of pressure. She was drowning her sorrows in wine, but she felt more and more depressed. All of a sudden, she saw Jing Jiu's face illuminated by the lake light and found a good way to relieve the pressure. "Come on, smile," she said.
Jing Jiu was aware that she was drunk, so he didn't pay attention to her.
This wine was the Osmanthus Wine provided by the Precious-Tree House a few days ago. Though its name sounded gentle, it was actually the strongest and most fragrant wine in the world. It was impossible for someone like Nan Wang not to get drunk after drinking it as if it were water.
Gu Qing had told Zhao Layue that the owner of the Precious-Tree House wanted a magic pill. He was present at the time and heard the request.
Now, the magic pill was gone.
Seeing Jing Jiu ignore her, Nan Wang walked over from the other side of the boat with the wine jar in her hand. She was swaying unsteadily, as if she would fall into the lake at any moment, but she didn't.
As she came to the front of Jing Jiu, she said arrogantly, "You're quite arrogant. Since you don't want to smile, how about a dance?"
Nan Wang was the young sister of the Shanghai De Peak sect. She had been doted on since she was a child, and even the Immortal Jingyang couldn't do anything to her. As a result, she had developed a spoiled temperament. Now that she had left Aoyama, without the supervision of Yuan Qijing and the supervision of the younger generation, she behaved more recklessly.
Jing Jiu didn't pay attention to her. He reached out to grab the white cat and was about to throw it at her.
The white cat thought that this was unreasonable. How many years would his neck and this barbarian girl's would be at odds?
At this moment, a carriage with a begonia flower engraved on it suddenly came from the woods by the lake.
Before the carriage stopped, a doctor rushed out from inside, sweating profusely, and shouted, "Found it!"
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Homophonic jokes and rustic rhymes, these two problems happened today, but they were really happy to write.
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