Gu Qing had wanted to do something like this a long time ago, including but not limited to seeing if his Master's beautiful face was real.
He also wanted to lie down on the bamboo chair and hold the Master White Ghost up to rub his cheeks, but it was just a thought.
Nobody even knew that he had such a thought.
Though it seemed a bit rebellious, Yuan Qu had done it secretly, Zhuo Rusui had done it shamelessly, and Ping Yong-Ka had done it stupidly, but Jing Jiu hadn't done it before.
In this way, he had become the prudent, calm, and meticulous Big Brother of the Shenmo Peak. It wasn't until today that he revealed his childish side.
The reason he suddenly became so bold was because he was going to do something important that day. Whether he succeeded or failed, he would die anyway.
With the long night ahead of him, he had nothing to be afraid of, and he didn't need to conceal his Master's face. He even dared to touch the dimples of Senior Master Zhao.
Thinking of all this, Jing Jiu tidied up the thin quilt on Jing Jiu's body and tucked him in carefully, even though he knew it was meaningless to do so.
The sense of ritual could make the person calm down and gain courage and strength at some important moments.
Jing Jiu walked out of the study room and came to the quiet courtyard. Standing at the spot where the begonia tree used to be, he lifted his head and looked at the layer of willow catkins in the sky.
The Jing House had become a forbidden place after being reinforced by the formations set up by the Aoyama Sect, the Guocheng Temple, Shui Yue Nunnery, and Yimaozhai for many years. It could be said that the Jing House was isolated from the outside world. Even the willow catkins couldn't get in. The layer of willow catkins on the surface of the formation looked like a layer of fog, making the blue sky and the sun a bit blurry, adding a sense of hazy beauty to the scene. Like many things in the human world, they couldn't be seen clearly anymore.
There were only three swords in Zhaoge City, so they couldn't set up the complete Sword Formation of Slaying Fairies. Jing Jiu could only hope that Ping Yong-Ka could cooperate with him to exert the full potential of the three hidden moves of the Inherited Heaven Sword style.
A faint sword light suddenly appeared in the sky.
The sword light did not show up in the sky. It was only when it arrived outside the Jing House's formation that it released its aura and a faint blood-red color. No one saw it.
With a soft sound, the Thoughtless Sword landed on his wrist and turned into a sword bracelet.
Looking at the sword bracelet, Gu Qing's expression changed slightly, and he remained silent for a long time. Zhao Layue should have guessed what problem he had encountered, and she let the Thoughtless Sword travel all the way to Zhaoge City regardless of her severe injury. She trusted and cared for him so much … It was really inappropriate for him to poke at her dimples.
On the quiet street, the Buddhist temple that had been moved from the Net Perception Temple a hundred years ago shone with golden light under the sunlight. The green trees within the courtyard walls sprouted fresh green leaves that fluttered in the wind.
Seeing this scene and feeling the ice-cold sensation on his wrist, Gu Qing suddenly relaxed a lot. He crossed his arms behind his head and walked towards the other end of the street in a somewhat strange but truly comfortable posture.
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Hearing the courtyard gate open and close with a squeak, Liu Shisui walked out from the back garden with a bowl of rice in his hand.
He came here when Bu Qiuxiao brought Yimaozhai to Zhaoge City for the first time, and he had never left this house since then. He had been guarding this house for eighty years.
He walked to the window of the study room and took a look at Jing Jiu. After making sure that Jing Jiu was fine, he asked confusedly, "What is going on?"
Xiao He came over and asked, "What's wrong?"
Liu Shisui said, "Gu Qing has stayed in the study room for too long and talked too much these days. It's obvious that something is wrong. Moreover, Young Master has to clean the room twice a day. I do it during the day and he does it at night. Why does he do it during the day today?"
Xiao He had an instinctive dislike and vigilance toward Gu Qing back then. So many years had passed, and that feeling had faded a long time ago. "Is he alright?" she asked worriedly.
Liu Shisui handed the bowl of rice in his hand to Xiao He, saying, "I'll go and have a look."
Xiao He took the bowl of rice and said to Jing Jiu while looking at the leftover food in it, "I'll eat this."
Liu Shisui said, "Save a few pieces for me of the half bowl of stewed white rice in the pot."
"Okay," said Xiao He.
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Gu Qing arranged for Ping Yong-Ka to stay in the Royal Palace. He didn't know why. All he knew was that he forced the sword wills out of his body with his eyes closed like he had done one hundred years ago, and then he started to recall and imitate what he had experienced one hundred years ago.
One hundred years later, his sword wills were even more formidable than before. They didn't seem to be tangible anymore, but had become tangible. They left countless clear marks on the ground in the square. If one looked down from the sky, it would look like a huge water drop had smashed onto his body and then splashed in all directions.
The guards, servant girls and eunuchs of the Royal Palace were driven to the other side of the palace wall like what they had done one hundred years ago. The square was so quiet that it was frightening.
The Emperor Jing Yao stood in front of the grand hall and looked at Ping Yong-Ka in the distance, feeling more and more uneasy. "What does he intend to do? Why does he want to use my sword? "
Standing by his side, Apiao rolled her eyes and said, "He is your Youngest Senior Uncle. What's wrong with borrowing your sword?"
Jing Yao rubbed his nose, thinking, "What else can I do? Besides, the First Child Sword is obviously restless, and it might leave the sheath in the next moment. What can I do even if I want to?"
No sooner had he thought of this than a clear sword chime broke out in front of the grand hall. The First Child Sword left the sheath and came to the front of Ping Yong-Ka, hovering there in Silence, looking like an arrow that could be shot out at any moment. Jing Yao was still uneasy, as he said, "If it's something important, shouldn't you tell me first?"
Apiao advised him earnestly, "As emperors, it's enough for us to take care of the important matters. You don't have to worry too much about such trifles and details."
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Smelling the faint fragrance coming from up ahead and listening to the noises, Gu Qing knew he was close to his destination. He halted his steps and took out the Sword of the Universe and a few feet of coarse cloth, wrapping it up carefully and tying it on his back, just like he had done before.
At the other end of the street, Liu Shisui lifted his conical hat and looked at the scene, his dark face full of bewilderment, wondering why Jing Jiu had come to the old plum garden.
It was then that the sword bracelet on his wrist suddenly vibrated, making a buzzing sound.
Liu Shisui took a look at it, wondering what the Lone Sword was trying to convey, wondering why it wanted to go to the old plum garden with Gu Qing.
The sword bracelet vibrated more rapidly and made louder buzzing sounds, probably saying that Jing Jiu was an idiot.
I'm warning you not to go there! Don't go there! Go home quickly! Your wife is still waiting for you! The bowl of stewed white rice in the pot is also waiting for you!
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The fragrance of the plum blossoms could only be smelled in the distance, and it was nowhere to be found when one was close to it. The noises grew noisier as they got closer.
The chessboards were placed on both sides of the street. The idlers and swindlers of Zhaoge City stood around the chessboards, either arguing loudly or complaining in a low voice. Some poor people had lost all their money and were screaming painfully.
Many things could be changed in more than one hundred years. The chess stalls that had been wiped out because of Tong Yan had been revived, and they were even more popular than before.
Seeing this scene, Gu Qing felt sentimental. He shook his head and waved his hand to stop those swindlers from pulling him away, and walked into the quiet and deserted old plum garden.
The old plum garden grew even older. Fewer and fewer people remembered that the first Plum Meeting was held here more than seven hundred years ago.
Crossing the small bridge over the lake and arriving at the sparse and ugly plum forest, Gu Qing lifted his head and saw the small nunnery.
This was where Tian Jinren stayed when he came to Zhaoge City, and it was also where Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue met Jing Xin and Royal Concubine Hu for the first time.
Gu Qing didn't enter the small nunnery directly. He walked one round in the plum forest outside the nunnery before climbing up the stairs and knocking on the door.
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The windows were not clear, and the tables were dirty. The green smoke was lingering in the air, and the light was dim.
Gu Qing thought of the sky above the Jing House and the catkins.
A youth in red clothing was sitting behind the table. He had a handsome face and a faint smile, dispelling the turbidity in the surroundings.
"Greetings, Senior Master." Gu Qing bowed to him earnestly.
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