Jing Jiu was not interested in those specific pictures.
He had read books.
There were pictures in those books.
Zhao Layue looked at them for a while and shook her head, saying, "I still don't understand what's so interesting about this kind of thing."
Jing Jiu said, "Nature has its own interest. If it's really boring, how can the human race reproduce?"
Zhao Layue said, "I understand the reason. Mortals have limited lifespans, so it's understandable for them to seek pleasure. But why do so many Cultivation practitioners indulge in this kind of thing? Some swordsmen of the deviant sects, whose Cultivation state is as high as that of the Senior Uncle in the State of Free Travel of our sect, are still obsessed with this kind of thing. They even pick flowers everywhere. "
"The Way of Yin and Yang is also a kind of Dao. Let's not talk about the deviant methods. As far as I know, the Double Cultivation mentioned by the monks of the Dongyi Sect is actually quite particular. It might be able to reveal a corner of the Great Dao."
Jing Jiu said, "Aoyama doesn't practice this kind of Dao. But there are many Cultivation partners between the Xilai Peak and the Shangde Peak."
Zhao Layue of course knew, and even knew what Gu Han was thinking, but she had never thought about it.
"Let's go," said Jing Jiu.
Zhao Layue nodded. She looked calm, but she actually felt relieved.
The night wind blew her short hair even more disheveled, but it couldn't lower the temperature on her face.
What she had just seen made her Sword Heart a little restless.
She glanced at Jing Jiu and found that he was really calm. She couldn't help but admire him, thinking that he was indeed the most trusted successor of the Senior Granduncle, and his Cultivation was indeed profound.
When they were about to turn around and leave, they suddenly heard a scream not far away.
Then they heard the sound of a stick falling on a person's body, the miserable cry of a woman, and endless insults.
Zhao Layue glanced at Jing Jiu and asked, "What should we do?"
Jing Jiu said, "Cultivation practitioners usually don't interfere with the affairs of the world."
Zhao Layue noticed the word "usually" in his words.
Jing Jiu continued, "Countless tragedies, countless evildoers; we cannot wipe them all out."
Zhao Layue said, "So out of sight, out of mind?"
Jing Jiu said, "Yes."
Zhao Layue asked, "What if I see him?"
Jing Jiu said, "It depends on my mood."
"I don't think so."
Zhao Layue said, "I can do whatever I want. If I can't even do this, why should I cultivate?"
"It's up to you," Jing Jiu said.
Zhao Layue said, "You?"
The clanging of sticks in the distance had already stopped. Only the cries and curses of women continued.
Jing Jiu looked at the distance and said, "I can't reach it."
Zhao Layue looked in that direction and formed a sword seal.
The Thoughtless Sword streaked across the sky, leaving an ominous red trail in the night sky of Shangzhou City.
From the distant alley came the sound of several heavy objects falling to the ground, followed by a scream.
In the next moment, the Thoughtless Sword streaked across the sky and returned.
Jing Jiu didn't expect Zhao Layue to strike so decisively.
Thinking of how she had said that she was fierce on the Shenmo Peak, he laughed.
When she was patrolling the periphery of Aoyama, Zhao Layue had killed some monsters.
Yin San died in front of her. It was Meng Shizhu who killed him.
Zuo Yi died in front of her. It was Jing Jiu who killed him.
Today was the first time she killed someone.
Her right hand was trembling slightly.
At that moment, she saw Jing Jiu's warm smile and felt calmer.
Jing Jiu reached out and rubbed her head, his eyes full of gratification.
Zhao Layue thought it was a bit strange. She couldn't help but say, "Are you crazy?"
Jing Jiu didn't say anything. He handed her the conical hat and put it on.
When he chose her, he didn't think too much about it.
Now it seemed that it was the right decision.
The little girl had the same demeanor as when he killed her with one sword.
The city of Shangzhou woke up.
Lights illuminated the alley. Footsteps were heard, mixed with the scolding of soldiers.
A thin little girl was lying in the corner. Her face was pale, her eyes were unfocused, and her clothes were disheveled. Her dry and peeling lips kept moving, but no one knew what she was saying.
Around her were four headless corpses. Their blood was all over the ground, and their heads had rolled far away. Their faces were still full of obscenity and violence. It seemed that they didn't know what had happened at the moment of their death, and they didn't feel any danger.
Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue had already left. They didn't know if that thin and weak girl had escaped from the brothel, and they didn't know if that girl had escaped from the brothel in the end. That brothel had some background in Shangzhou City, so who knew what the ending of this story would be.
From the perspective of doing good, what they did wasn't appropriate, or at least not perfect.
But as Jing Jiu said, there were countless evil deeds and evil people. If they couldn't be wiped out, even a real immortal wouldn't be able to control them all.
Being merciless was something that every Cultivation practitioner had to learn when they returned to the human world.
The monks of the Guocheng Temple chose a completely different path to experience the world of mortals.
Jing Jiu respected it, but he wouldn't accept it.
Because the monks of the Guocheng Temple lived too hard, both now and in the past, and even those who had left, such as the Broadsword Saint.
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Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue walked in the darkness outside Shangzhou City. They didn't seem to be walking fast, but they traveled more than a thousand feet without much effort.
They understood the reason, but it took some time to accept it.
They walked in silence for two hours. It wasn't until the first ray of dawn appeared on the horizon that Zhao Layue began to speak.
"I want to ride a sword."
"There's wind."
"I want to enjoy the wind."
"There's no need for wind when you're calm."
"Do you know? Someone in Aoyama suspects that you're a monk of the Guocheng Temple. "
"This conjecture is quite interesting."
Zhao Layue showed a rare expression of a young girl. "I want to fly," she said while staring at Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu said while looking at her, "I remember you once said that it's meaningless to fly high if you can't land on the ground."
Zhao Layue had said the same thing when Jing Jiu advised her to give up investigating the ascension after seeing Yin San's corpse outside Cloudy Town.
Zhao Layue said while staring into his eyes, "But you said that the purpose of Cultivation is not to be competitive or to pursue meaning, but to fly higher."
"I said it casually," said Jing Jiu.
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As the morning sun rose, a red satin suddenly appeared on the ground in front of them.
Looking closely, it turned out to be a wide river, reflecting the warm red light.
The red satin seemed to be waving as the river flowed, as if it were real.
This was the largest river in the south of Chaotian, the Muddy River.
Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue walked in the direction of the river. They walked over a cliff and arrived at the southern bank of the Muddy River, following the sound of the surging water.
The Muddy River was more than three thousand feet wide, and there was a large city on the other side. Even from such a long distance, they could still see the tall buildings inside the city.
Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue could sense the energy of many formations.
It was Chaonan City, the most important city of the human imperial court in the south.
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