No matter how obedient Ping Yong-Ka was, he couldn't help but feel indignant when he heard this, wondering why he would take such a risk even though his family name was Ping.
However, he was the last-ranked personal disciple of Shenmo Peak, so he couldn't escape the responsibility of opening the door.
He left the courtyard dejectedly and went to the front gate of Scenery Garden. Soon, he came back holding Nan Wang's hand.
To be more precise, it wasn't holding hands.
He bowed slightly and raised his right hand, holding Nan Wang's wrist respectfully.
He had been in the Royal Palace of Zhaoge City and the royal city of the Underworld over the years, so he was used to the behavior of some people. He showed it reflexively out of fear that day.
Nan Wang had an indifferent expression on her face. She held her head high and stared straight ahead, looking very much like an empress dowager.
She drew back her right hand and waved it disdainfully when they arrived in the courtyard.
Ping Yong-Ka felt as if he had been pardoned. He didn't want to stay any longer. Whoosh!!! He turned into a flash of sword light and disappeared into the distance.
Jing Jiu said to her, "You should wait a few more years; it's a bit more stable."
Nan Wang arched her eyebrows slightly, asking, "Why?"
Jing Jiu uttered "hmm" in bewilderment.
Nan Wang walked to his side and sat on the floor under the eaves, saying, "You started from the beginning. There's no reason for me to be slower than you. Why?"
Jing Jiu said with a faint smile, "I don't want to argue with you."
Nan Wang looked at his face in surprise, wondering why his temperament had changed so much. Did the departure of Big Brother affect him so much?
Jing Jiu raised his right hand and reached it in front of her.
Nan Wang wouldn't lower her head like Liu Shisui, nor would she put her cute little face on his palm. She sneered and took out a small alcohol jar from her chest pocket and put it on his palm heavily, making a "pah" sound.
It was unclear what the small alcohol jar was made of, but it was obviously extraordinary. It emitted a faint green glow, and there seemed to be a formation on the mouth of the jar.
Jing Jiu, on the other hand, easily opened the wine pot. He seemed to be very familiar with it, as if he had opened it many times in the past hundreds of years.
He didn't know how much wine there was in the small wine pot, but he didn't finish it even after drinking for a long time. He thought that Nan Wang must have refined it again. Even the whale drink … Well, he shouldn't use the word whale. He put down the wine pot, wiped his lips that didn't have any wine stains, and handed the small wine pot back.
Nan Wang took the wine pot and casually took a sip. His face was expressionless as he said, "She has been gone for so long, and you still want to drink?"
Many, many years ago, when Lian Sanyue went to White Town for some official business, Jingyang would go to Qingrong Peak to ask for wine from her.
She didn't know why he was drinking, so she misunderstood.
It would be a waste for the rest of her life.
Now that Lian Sanyue had gone somewhere else and couldn't come back, the jealousy and anger she felt back then were meaningless.
"To me, it hasn't been long since she left," Jing Jiu said.
"You're right," Nan Wang said after a long moment of silence, "She treats you differently after all."
Looking at the stars in the sky that couldn't be seen yet, Jing Jiu said, "Each star is different."
"It's not this kind of difference," said Nan Wang.
"What is it then?" asked Jing Jiu.
Nan Wang shot him a glance and said, "The way you talk right now … is a bit weird. Are you sure you haven't been possessed by Bai Ren's fairy spirit?"
"You think too much," said Jing Jiu.
Nan Wang stared at Jing Jiu's face for a long time. After he was certain that Jing Jiu was fine, he continued the previous topic, "Many years ago, when she was still Guo Dong, your Cultivation state was still very low. You almost died trying to save her at the West Ocean. Later, you went to the Zhongzhou School to participate in the Dao Competition and obtained the Fairy Spirit of Longevity for her. Then, you almost died trying to temper Bai Ren's fairy awareness, and what happened in Zhaoge City. "
"So?" asked Jing Jiu.
Nan Wang said, "A guy like you, who is lazy and afraid of death, has risked your life for someone else … and you have done it a few times. It means that you still like her."
"Like I said, I like them all," said Jing Jiu.
This was the answer Nan Wang received one hundred years ago in Scenery Garden, right here.
She liked many things in the mountains, rivers, and the universe, including you.
At the time, Nan Wang had tears streaming down her face. She slapped Jing Jiu's face and hammered his chest, destroying a courtyard and leaving debris all over the ground.
Today, she didn't cry, nor did she fight back. All she did was look at Jing Jiu indifferently, asking, "Are you willing to risk your life for me?"
"I'm not sure. It's the same as how I didn't want to risk my life for her; but I still did it when she was in danger."
Jing Jiu continued while staring into her eyes, "But you shouldn't try, because I don't want anything bad to happen to you."
Nan Wang arched his eyebrows slightly, asking, "Who did you learn this from?"
After some thought, Jing Jiu said, "I think it was Gu Qing."
Nan Wang shot a mocking glance at him, and asked, "Why didn't you let me like you back then?"
Jing Jiu explained earnestly, "Because I like them all, so you two shouldn't like me. It's too troublesome."
Nan Wang had nothing to say in response. He raised the wine jar and took a sip, then handed it back to Jing Jiu.
The two of them drank in silence. After a long while, the small wine jar was finally empty.
"Thank you for drinking with me," said Jing Jiu.
Such a scene hadn't happened for many years.
Thinking of what had happened back then, Nan Wang couldn't help but burst out laughing, saying, "Big Brother hated it when you went to Qingrong Peak to drink with me."
Jing Jiu said, "He couldn't do anything to you, so he gave all his resentment to me."
Nan Wang stuck out his chest and said proudly, "Big Brother loves me very much."
It was true.
Liu Ci assigned the forbidden area of Bihu Peak to her as a bathhouse.
Yuan Qijing, the most solemn of them all, didn't seem to have seen the merry night on Qingrong Peak for hundreds of years.
The Great Formation of Aoyama would be opened on time every year to welcome the spring rain, autumn wind, and first snow, so she could enjoy the scenery.
Speaking of love and affection, she was indeed loved by many people, because she was the Young Sister.
"I heard … you two played Mahjong in the end?"
"Yes."
Nan Wang raised the small wine jar in front of his eyes and looked at the sky above the mouth of the jar, saying, "It's good this way. Big Brother … was it painful when he left?"
Thinking of the laughter and the wind and snow, Jing Jiu said, "He said he had been very happy during the last hundreds of years."
"That's good."
Nan Wang stood up and said while looking at Jing Jiu, "Since everyone was happy, why don't we do something else?"
Jing Jiu understood what she meant. She was referring to Taiping Zhenren.
Like Ping Yong-Ka and Apiao, she was the youngest disciple of Taiping Zhenren. What kind of habit did Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing's affection for her come from? Where did Fang Jingtian and Guangyuan Zhenren's dread of her come from? Where did all that love come from?
"When I entered Aoyama, I studied the Formation of Dissipating Smoke and Clouds with him. But the formation was fake, and he had tampered with it."
Jing Jiu continued, "He didn't want me to ascend from the very beginning."
For the Cultivation practitioners, this was the most malicious act.
Nan Wang asked confusedly, "My Master treated you very well back then, so there's no reason for him to do such a thing. Could it be that he had other intentions?"
Jing Jiu said, "I have a general idea of his intentions, but my Cultivation is my own business. He can't do it."
"I won't meddle in your affairs, and I can't meddle in them. But now that my Senior Brothers are gone, I have to watch over Aoyama. Don't go too far."
Having said that, Nan Wang waved her arm lightly. A silver bell rang, and countless sword strings appeared in the void, forming an invisible bridge that brought her up into the sky. Soon, she arrived at Aoyama in the distance.
Looking at the petite figure that was gradually disappearing in the clouds, Jing Jiu curled up the corners of his mouth, revealing a gratified smile.
Although it took a little longer … the little girl had finally grown up.
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…
With Nan Wang gone, those who had just left would naturally return. Ping Yong-Ka was the fastest, returning to the courtyard in a flash. But as soon as his feet landed on the ground, he heard the silver bell ringing in the sky again. His face turned pale, wondering if this was the Turning Back Sword.
Accompanied by the crisp ringing of the bell, a snow-white long-haired cat landed by the stream. It looked like a tiger or a dragon, with an extraordinary temperament.
Seeing that it was this cat, Ping Yong-Ka let out a sigh of relief. After more than a hundred years, he once again grabbed its tail familiarly and brought it to Jing Jiu, saying, "Master, Lord White Ghost is here."
In Ada's eyes … there was no anger, only innocence and helplessness. He looked at Jing Jiu, probably meaning, "What's wrong with this disciple of yours? She knows who I am, but she is still so careless? "
With a smile, Jing Jiu held the cat in his bosom, and stroked him from head to toe in a familiar manner.
Ada knew Jing Jiu's current Cultivation state, so he didn't dare be careless. He squinted his eyes, showing an expression of enjoyment, but he didn't forget to make thunderous snores.
Zhuo Rusui and the others hadn't landed in the courtyard yet. When they heard the thunderous sounds, they had the same misunderstanding as Ping Yong-Ka; they thought that Nan Wang had come back again, so they turned around and ran away hastily. Zhao Layue was the only one who was familiar with the snores, so she landed under the eaves softly.
Ada rubbed against Jing Jiu's chin in an ingratiating manner.
Jing Jiu turned over his palm and took out the snow-white Cold Cicada, placing it on top of Ada's head.
Ada wagged his tail contentedly, jumped down from Jing Jiu's arms, and walked into Zhao Layue's arms.
Zhao Layue noticed that the energy exuded by Cold Cicada was even colder than before, so she poked it with her finger with interest. Cold Cicada turned over on Ada's head hastily, exposing its belly.
"What should we do next?" She asked while poking Cold Cicada's belly. Zen Master had asked Jing Jiu the same question a few days ago.
"No matter how much he thinks, he can't compare to what I've calculated in this life."
Jing Jiu said this calmly as he took out the ceramic plate and the grains of sand that he hadn't seen for many years.
Zhao Layue didn't say anything more.
Ada stopped snoring as well.
Ping Yong-Ka didn't know what was going to happen, but he knew instinctively that something significant was going to happen. He became extremely nervous as he looked in the direction of the stream helplessly, but he didn't see Zhuo Rusui and the others.
Jing Jiu picked up a grain of sand and put it on the ceramic plate in a seemingly casual manner.
The plate of scattered sand suddenly turned into a painting.
It was a painting of heaven and earth.
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