Jing Jiu was in a deep sleep in the meditation room, neither dead nor alive.
Jian Xilai held the Dark Phoenix and comprehended the sword by the lake, saying nothing.
Under such circumstances, Yuan Qu and Zhuo Rusui walked in with the tea set and the hotpot; it was a ridiculous scene.
Yet, Zhao Layue was quite calm, asking, "Why did you come so late?"
The Blue Bird came back with the news. Guangyuan Zhenren and Nan Wang were here, and the Sword Boat of Aoyama was here. The two of them didn't come until the house by the lotus pond had been repaired.
Yuan Qu bowed to Jian Xilai while holding the iron kettle, looking like a waiter in a teahouse. "Master, we went to look for something."
The hotpot was boiling, and the coals in it emitted a red glow. It was easy to imagine how hot it was. Though Zhuo Rusui was not afraid of it, he still felt uncomfortable, saying, "It will take some time for the soup to boil."
Zhao Layue was aware of what they were thinking. She waved her hand to signal for them to set up the table in the corridor.
Yuan Qu put down the iron kettle and the teacups on the floor in the corridor, and went to the nuns to ask for a small stove, starting to boil the tea.
Zhuo Rusui put down the hotpot and went to borrow a table and a chair, sighing all the way.
Hearing the commotion, Jian Xilai passed through the meditation room by the lake and came to the corridor. Seeing the commotion, he arched his eyebrows slightly, wondering what they were doing.
On their way here, Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu had learned that the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean was here, and his Cultivation state was even more profound than before. Seeing him show up, the two of them turned into two wooden figures, standing motionless in the corridor in the style of the Shenmo Peak.
Jian Xilai glanced at Zhuo Rusui and said "not bad"; then he glanced at Yuan Qu and said "not bad".
Though his opponent was the enemy of the Aoyama Sect, he was nonetheless the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean, a well-known swordsman in the world. Zhuo Rusui raised his eyebrows contentedly, but Yuan Qu's expression didn't change. It seemed that he was used to this feeling of defeat.
Zhao Layue said, "The soup is drying up."
Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu came back to their senses. They ignored the pressure and nervousness of the strong enemy and hurried back to their work.
Not long after, the aroma of tea and meat filled the air.
After Zhao Layue ate for a while, Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu began to use their chopsticks like swords to snatch the meat. For a moment, the corridor was filled with flashes of swords, cutting through the twilight. It was a lively scene.
It looked lively, but there was a deeper meaning behind it. While eating, they paid attention to the movements in the meditation room.
Unfortunately, Jing Jiu was still unconscious.
All of a sudden, dozens of sword strings dropped down, turning into threads and landing on the bridge.
Along with the ringing of the silvery bell, Nan Wang arrived at the Three-Thousand Nunnery. She didn't even glance at Jian Xilai. She walked to the table expressionlessly and started eating the meat with the chopsticks handed to her by Zhuo Rusui reverently.
A moment later, Zhuo Rusui took out a jar of alcohol from somewhere and handed it to her with both hands.
She opened the jar and drank two mouthfuls. Then she got up and looked at the inside of the window. She couldn't help but feel disappointed when she found that Jing Jiu was still unconscious. She turned around and left.
Zhao Layue had already finished eating. She brought a cup of tea to her lips, seeming to have a sip.
Nobody spoke during the entire process. It was so quiet in the corridor. The only sounds that could be heard were the boiling of the red soup and the gurgling of the tea in the iron kettle.
Jian Xilai seemed to have understood something. Shaking his head, he walked back to the lakeside with the corpse of the Dark Phoenix in his arms.
After a long while, Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu had finally put down their chopsticks and said to Zhao Layue, "We really can't eat anymore."
After a moment of silence, Zhao Layue asked, "Is this not enough?"
Zhuo Rusui said, "Should we change it to plain soup?"
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Regardless of whether it was the red soup or the plain soup, it was a good soup as long as it could be used to cook hotpot.
Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu stayed at the Three-Thousand Nunnery for the night. They cooked three large bowls of noodles with the leftover hotpot soup that night.
Accompanied by the starlight in the sky, they ate the noodles with chili oil and listened to Zhao Layue's story of their trip in the snowland. They were not as anxious as before, and they had lost their initial vigilance and fear toward that formidable swordsman who was comprehending the sword work while holding a chicken by the lakeside.
A few days later, Que Niang came.
She had learned the news about her Teacher at the Mirror Sect, so she came here overnight. The Mirror Sect was not far from Dayuan City, so she arrived fairly quickly.
After hearing what Yuan Qu had to say, she said, "I've made some preparations as well."
Seeing the Go board and the two jars of Go pieces she took out, Zhuo Rusui couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, saying in a mocking tone, "Young Sister … do you think a fainted person can play Go with you? Or do you want the Sect Master to hear the sound of you moving the Go pieces? "
No sooner had he said this than the wooden door of the Three-Thousand Nunnery was knocked on again. It was Tong Yan who came this time.
Zhao Layue knew that he had gone to the Underworld and done many things as instructed by Jing Jiu. "You're injured too badly; are you sure you can play?" she asked him while looking at his pale face.
Tong Yan said calmly, "Vomiting blood while playing Go is something that only happens in stories."
Zhao Layue didn't say anything more, wondering who had almost fainted while playing Go in Zhaoge City one hundred years ago.
The sounds of the black and white Go pieces landing on the Go board were varied and pleasant to hear, resembling the raindrops of different sizes falling into the water tank in front of the corridor.
Tong Yan and Que Niang were undoubtedly the second and third most skilled Go players in Chaotian. If the others knew that they were playing Go in this meditation room with a round window, they would be extremely excited and would even exchange a few years of their lives for the chance to watch the game. However, only Jing Jiu and Bai Zao could see the game while they were asleep.
Zhao Layue, Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu had no interest in playing Go. Sitting under the corridor, they held the teacups in their hands and gazed at the drizzle in Silence.
Jian Xilai took a look at them at the beginning of the game, and then returned to the lakeside with the corpse of the Dark Phoenix in his arms.
Looking at the drizzle, Zhao Layue suddenly remarked, "They are really alike."
Zhuo Rusui knew that she referred to the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean and the Immortal Sect Master. "Yeah, it's a bit troublesome," he said after a moment of silence.
Yuan Qu spun his head around and glanced at them, vaguely understanding what she meant.
The game was over by the time the rain stopped. Tong Yan stood up and looked at the sleeping Bai Zao in Silence for a long time. Then she walked out of the meditation room and said to Zhao Layue, "Should we try the Scenic-Cloud Bell?"
The emotionless voice of Jian Xilai came over from outside the round window, "No, his spiritual soul will disperse."
Tong Yan said, "There's no other way, unless he wants to wake up."
"Let's kill him," said Jian Xilai.
"No!" Zhao Layue and the others said in unison.
Que Niang, who was about to wipe Jing Jiu's face with a wet towel, stared at the back of the figure by the lake, her face full of caution.
"I'm leaving then." Tong Yan walked to the other side of the bridge. She suddenly halted on the bridge and turned to Zhao Layue, asking, "He asked me to go back to the Zhongzhou School … Do you know that?"
Zhao Layue said, "You are a disciple of the Zhongzhou School to begin with."
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Three days after Tong Yan left, Gu Qing had finally finished taking care of a great deal of administrative affairs in Zhaoge City and arrived in Dayuan City.
He walked into the meditation room by the round window and stared at the back of the tall figure by the lake for a long time, but he couldn't find anything wrong with it. Then, he turned to Que Niang who was wiping Jing Jiu's feet and found many problems.
Jing Jiu had slept in Zhaoge City for one hundred years. He and Liu Shisui had to do this every day, so they were quite familiar with it. He told Que Niang how to do it carefully.
As he came to the corridor, he found many more problems.
First of all, the tea brewed by Yuan Qu was too strong, and the tea brewed by Junshan Silver Eyebrow Tea was not his Master's favorite tea, Little Ya.
Secondly, the taste of the hotpot brewed by Zhuo Rusui was too strong, and the butter was too little. The boiling soup was not covered by the butter, and the smells of various dishes rose up into the air. It was obvious that his Master didn't like it.
Speaking of making tea and cooking hotpot, nobody on the Shenmo Peak could do it better than Jing Jiu.
As such, the iron kettle was cleaned thoroughly from inside to outside, and the Little Ya tea delivered by Shiyue Peak overnight was added to the kettle. The style of the hotpot was changed, and the various dishes prepared by the Gu Clan were served.
He did the same thing again, but the person in the room still didn't wake up.
Holding the bottom of the bowl with three fingers of his left hand, Gu Qing fell silent for a long time while looking at a few green leaves floating in the white soup.
Back then, in order to temper the fairy awareness left by Bai Ren in the Fairy Book, Jing Jiu slept in the Guocheng Temple for six years.
Later, he used the Sword Formation of Aoyama to kill the replica of Bai Ren, and slept in Zhaoge City for over one hundred years.
Normally, he should have gotten used to it a long time ago; but he could clearly sense that his Master's sleep this time was quite different from the previous times.
He didn't breathe, didn't have a heartbeat, and didn't even have a hint of warmth. What was the difference between him and a dead person?
Gu Qing showed a determined expression on his face; he put the bowl on the table with a "pah" sound, turned around and went back into the meditation room.
He knelt down in front of the bed with another "pah" sound, and said to Jing Jiu, "Master, I'll tell the Royal Dowager and the Peach when I get back, and let them choose by themselves. What do you think?"
Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu changed their expressions instantly; it was because this seemingly simple statement contained too much information.
"Keep eating," Zhao Layue said expressionlessly as she picked out the green vegetable with a burnt edge and tossed it onto the table.
Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu eyed each other, saying nothing.
Unfortunately, Jing Jiu didn't wake up even though they had done so.
As Gu Qing walked out of the meditation room, Zhuo Rusui patted his shoulder and said sentimentally, "You've done your best."
"It's what I've promised my Master."
Having said that, Jing Jiu walked across the small bridge and came to the front of the lonely grave. He said after standing there silently for a while, "I asked someone to find the painting in your house. I've seen it before. It should be the painting of Senior Master Lian Sanyue. Speaking of which, we look alike."
He knew that the Young Master Li of Dayuan City was buried in this lonely grave.
He left the Three-Thousand Nunnery after wiping his eyes a few times.
The Sword of the Universe left behind a desolate sword light in the darkness of the night.
Standing under the corridor, Zhuo Rusui looked at the fading sword light, reflecting on something.
Jian Xilai's voice rang out by the lakeside, "His talent is not as good as yours."
"Of course," Zhuo Rusui said contentedly with arched eyebrows.
Jian Xilai continued, "But I'd still choose him if I were the sect master."
Zhuo Rusui's eyebrows drooped down instantly.
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A few days later, Liu Shisui had finally arrived at the Three-Thousand Nunnery.
Looking at the young scholar with dark skin, many people had the same thought in their minds, "What should come has finally come."
Que Niang shouldn't have revealed her inner thoughts, which made Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu look at her resentfully. She thought that she had risked being killed by the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean to cook so many hotpot meals and brew so many pots of tea, but it was all in vain.
Even Zhao Layue had a different expectation of Liu Shisui. "What's your idea?" she asked.
Liu Shisui was the last to arrive, and it was because he was the furthest away.
Over the last few days, he and his colleagues in Yimaozhai had used the amulets to reinforce the bottom of the sea near the Huge Whirlpool, which consumed a great deal of his energy and energy. His face was extremely pale, and he had lost a lot of weight.
Hearing what Zhao Layue said, he suddenly turned around and left the Three-Thousand Nunnery.
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