Jing Jiu looked at the little Bi 'an on Apiao's head and thought it looked familiar.
He recalled that he had made one for Zhao Layue at the beginning of the Shenmo Peak.
Apiao's little Bi 'an should be her handiwork.
Zhao Layue seemed to be very satisfied with her handiwork. She flicked the little Bi 'an with her finger.
Jing Jiu said, "I made it look better for you."
There was a hint of regret in his words, which Zhao Layue understood. She said, "I don't like it."
There were many things in life that one had to do without, that one couldn't get what one wanted, and that one had to leave.
For example, the white soup in the hotpot always dried up first. Zhao Layue didn't want to keep her hair long. Everyone would leave.
Jing Jiu thought it through.
When the Emperor gave him the egg for safekeeping, it meant that he was entrusting his orphan to him.
There were still a few years left, so he should make good use of it.
Jing Jiu raised his head and looked at the people who were still eating the hotpot. He said, "I'm going to class today."
Apiao had just rushed to the table excitedly with her chopsticks when she heard this. She couldn't help but feel inexplicably sad.
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"Aoyama imitates all things with the sword. That's why there's the saying of All in One."
Hearing the first sentence of Jing Jiu's introduction, the disciples in the courtyard felt it a bit odd.
It wasn't that this was a bad idea. Gu Qing and Yuan Qu had received similar instructions before. The problem was that All in One was not only a swordsmanship and a state, but also a sword.
And now, that sword … was talking in front of them.
It was fine when it wasn't mentioned, but who wouldn't think about it when it was mentioned?
Jing Jiu naturally didn't care about what they were thinking. He said, "The formations, thunder techniques, talisman techniques, and Daoism techniques of the various Cultivation sects can all be imitated by sword techniques. This is the origin of the True Sword of the Nine Peaks. There are thousands of Great Daos, and in the end, they are all connected. You can't understand them, but it's enough for you to understand the true meaning of swordsmanship."
The disciples in the courtyard calmed themselves down and listened attentively.
How many people in the world would have the opportunity to listen to Perfected Jingyang personally explain the Way of the Sword?
Before this life, only Zen Master had had this kind of opportunity.
"The sword is used to cut things, whether it's a cucumber or a human head. In short, it's used to cut things into two or more pieces."
Jing Jiu said, "To understand the true meaning of swordsmanship, one must learn how to sever."
This logic was even simpler, even a little tacky, but everyone still listened very seriously.
"Everything has a gap, and that is where the light can shine in."
Jing Jiu walked into the courtyard and pointed at a porcelain bottle, saying, "Just like this bottle."
Everyone was stunned, thinking that this porcelain bottle was so smooth and tight, how could there be a seam?
Gu Qing also knew that this bottle was a precious porcelain that the Gu Family had specially bought from a famous kiln. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any flaws.
"Raise it higher."
Jing Jiu walked behind the porcelain bottle and stretched out his right hand.
Without a sound, there seemed to be a sun on his fingertip, emitting endless light.
Everyone was unprepared and almost blinded by the light. After a while, they came back to their senses and walked to the other side of the porcelain bottle. They saw that there were many tiny cracks on the porcelain bottle that had looked like a whole. The so-called cracks were actually the boundary between the light and the light, not the real gap.
"Where the light can enter, the sword can enter. The intersection of light and darkness is also the way of the sword."
Jing Jiu said, "The way of the sword is simple, and there are not so many things to pay attention to."
Zhuo Rusui thought of the sword manuals he had read after he entered the sect and the extremely complicated sword techniques he had learned. He frowned and said, "If that is the case, then the state is not important at all?"
Jing Jiu said, "The difference between states is how far your sword can fly, how fast it can fly, and how accurate it is."
Gu Qing said thoughtfully, "The distance is actually not important."
Decades ago, when he participated in the Inherited Sword Competition in Aoyama for the first time, his state was higher than Jing Jiu's, but he was defeated by Jing Jiu's sword.
Of course, he would not forget what happened that day.
"As long as the flying sword can't reach you, there is no difference between the initial state of the Broken Sea and the peak state of the Broken Sea."
Jing Jiu said, "If your state is not high enough, try to shorten the distance between you and your opponent. If your opponent has reached the Heavenly Arrival State, it will be a different story."
It was still so simple.
Was it really so simple?
"Then why could you kill the Immortal Tai Lu?"
Apiao's voice came up from below.
It turned out that she had been kneeling on the ground, holding the porcelain bottle with both hands, like a painter facing a flower shelf …
A pretty and lovely girl was kneeling on the ground with both hands raised. It was really pitiful. It was obvious that this was a punishment.
Ah Da lay on the bamboo chair and clicked his tongue in wonder at the scene.
He had no sympathy for the devil men of the Underworld, and they were all the same targets. Yet, he didn't expect these descendants of Aoyama in Scenery Garden to be so unfeeling.
Jing Jiu said to Apiao, "It's because I'm me."
Apiao had never seen such a … shameless and narcissistic person in her life, but she didn't dare complain, not even criticizing him in her mind.
Though she hadn't witnessed the formidable power of the Blood Oath of the Underworld River, she had heard of it many times since her childhood.
"Teacher, I can't practice the sword work of Aoyama, so it's useless to listen to all this. As my teacher, you have to teach me something."
Apiao lifted her small face and looked at Jing Jiu with a pitiful expression.
According to the usual practice, or to be more precise, the practice when Taiping Zhenren took in the Underworld Masters, she called Jing Jiu "Teacher" instead of "Master".
Jing Jiu said, "I'll teach you the Control of Soul-Fire in three years."
Apiao protested, "Back when the Royal Granduncle gave you the Seal of the King Of The Underworld, you must have promised him that you would teach me. Why did you have to wait three years?"
Jing Jiu said, "What I promised was to choose an heir for him, and then teach that heir the Control of Soul-Fire."
The meaning of this statement was clear. Jing Jiu didn't need to choose Apiao to be the next King Of The Underworld, so he didn't need to teach her the Control of Soul-Fire.
Apiao felt it was a difficult life to live … She said tearfully, "Alright, what should I do in the next three years? Wait to be tested by you, or take care of your daily life? "
Jing Jiu thought she was far inferior to Liu Shisui and Gu Qing in this aspect, so he said, "I'll teach you the art of being an emperor."
Apiao was taken aback, asking, "What?"
Jing Jiu explained, "I'll teach you how to be an emperor."
Everybody, including Zhao Layue, fixed their gazes on Jing Jiu, full of bewilderment and bewilderment.
It was a troublesome thing to be an emperor, no matter whether it was the Emperor in the human world or the King Of The Underworld in the Underworld. Yet, Jing Jiu, who was the laziest person in the human world, wanted to teach others how to be an emperor?
Jing Jiu sensed the distrust in their eyes, feeling puzzled. "I've been an emperor, and I've done a good job," he said.
Except for Apiao, everybody present knew that Jing Jiu referred to the emperor of the Chu Kingdom who had been in the Illusionary Realm of the Green Sky Mirror for several decades.
In the Illusionary Realm of the Green Sky Mirror, Zhao State and Qin State were extremely powerful, and Chu State had a soft and gentle temperament. As a result, the Chu Kingdom could survive in such a dangerous environment for several decades, and lived a good life. One had to admit that the ruler of the Chu Kingdom had a good administration … but was it because of Jing Jiu? It was all because of Grand Secretary Zhang!
Zhuo Rusui had lived with Jing Jiu in the Royal Palace of the Chu Kingdom for many years, so he knew what had happened. He winked at Apiao hastily.
Apiao didn't know what had happened. She nodded her head foolishly when she heard Jing Jiu say that she had been an emperor, and Zhuo Rusui winked at her.
Zhao Layue turned around, Gu Qing covered his forehead with his hands, and Yuan Qu lowered his head. They couldn't bear to see the scene.
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It was late at night. The stars were blocked by the clouds and fog in the high sky. It was dark in the courtyard, except for the gurgling sound of water.
Such a night was the best time to watch the feeble lights, like the fireflies and Apiao's soul-fire.
Jing Jiu looked at the cold and gloomy little flame in front of him in Silence, reflecting on something.
Apiao's face was a bit pale. It was not difficult for her to keep her soul-fire outside her body for a while, but she was too nervous to keep her soul-fire in front of Jing Jiu. As a result, it consumed a lot of her soul-fire.
After a long while, Jing Jiu motioned for her to take back her soul-fire, saying, "Remember to remind me to tell you the story of the Fiend Prison when you have time."
The time spent in the Fiend Prison with the Underworld was an interesting memory for Jing Jiu. He hoped that the Underworld would know about it and pass it on as long as possible.
Apiao nodded repeatedly, and asked, "Teacher, is the method of being an emperor very difficult?"
"It's very simple to be an emperor. First of all, you have to know the right people, and then you have to use the right people. The last and most important thing is that you don't move."
Jing Jiu continued calmly while looking at her, "It's because you're the emperor. No matter whether your idea is correct or not, the people in the world have to follow your lead; but it's not reasonable."
It was like Taiping Zhenren, who founded the Plum Meeting and created the peace for a thousand years. He was the leader of the orthodox sects recognized by the whole world.
In a sense, he was the real emperor of Chaotian.
Jing Jiu looked at the night sky and waved his sleeve a few times. The clouds and fog in the sky dispersed, exposing the bright stars.
The starlight shone on Cloudy Town and every place in Chaotian, and it must be shining on that person.
What was he doing now that he had succeeded in total transformation?
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The world in the Illusionary Realm of the Green Sky Mirror had woken up a long time ago.
The White Emperor of the Qin Kingdom had died suddenly, and the world was in turmoil. It took a few years for the peace to be restored.
The Qi Kingdom and the Zhao Kingdom had succeeded in restoring the Qin Kingdom, and the Qin Kingdom had returned to its original territory.
The situation in the Chu Kingdom was similar, except that the late emperor didn't have a descendant. In the end, the chancellors and the scholars decided to appoint the Royal Dowager Zhao as the new ruler.
The Royal Dowager Zhao was very generous to the former Chu Kingdom, so the aristocratic families and chancellors of the Chu Kingdom still enjoyed a high status.
The eldest son of the former Grand Secretary Zhang was one of them.
For various reasons, the Eldest Young Master Zhang enjoyed a high status in the hearts of these aristocratic families and chancellors; but he didn't want to move away from his hometown, staying in the countryside.
Though he had no intention of making a name for himself, his reputation grew higher and higher. Many people came to visit him. The Royal Dowager Zhao even issued a few decrees to invite him to meet her in the capital of Zhao.
The Eldest Young Master Zhang didn't want to see anybody, nor did he pay attention to the Royal Dowager Zhao. He led his family in growing vegetables in the countryside.
However, he couldn't grow vegetables like before. The neighboring houses and fields had been expropriated by the Imperial court and sent to his family.
That large piece of mountaintop had a name, Zhang Garden.
The Eldest Young Master Zhang would go to the neighboring courtyard every day.
It had been his neighbor.
There was a well in the courtyard.
The Eldest Young Master Zhang would look at the bottom of the well every day with his hands folded behind his back, muttering to himself, "Oh, the fish, where have you been?"
The fish didn't come back, but the bird did.
A Blue Bird landed on a branch and shook her head while looking at the skinny and bare-chested Eldest Young Master Zhang.
The flow of time in the Green Sky Mirror was the same as that in the outside world, indicating that it was becoming more and more real. She was satisfied with the result, but she was not satisfied with the Eldest Young Master Zhang.
The Blue Bird turned into a flash of lightning, piercing through the sky and traveling around the world. She found that the pirates on the ocean were preparing to launch a counterattack against the State of Zhao, feeling speechless. She shook her head again and flapped her wings to create a hurricane, which prevented the pirates from attacking the State of Zhao for a few years.
The more real the world was, the more likely it was to fall into the boring repetition, like a human being.
The Blue Bird left the Green Sky Mirror with a hint of tiredness, and landed on another branch.
A sound suddenly broke out in the sky.
A crimson bird landed right by the blue bird's side.
The Blue Bird turned his head.
His black eyes were sparkling.
They met.
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