Following the mountain path along the stream, Liu Shisui moved forward quickly like a dust dragon. It only took him a few dozen breaths to arrive at the Lotus Lake.
The Aoyama Sect had moved a few palaces here, and the scenery was quite beautiful. So he had no interest in it. He didn't ask to see Guangyuan Zhenren or Nan Wang, but went straight to find Guo Nanshan.
Hearing his request, Guo Nanshan couldn't help but glance at Gu Han, saying, "You actually guessed it."
Gu Han asked someone to carry a bundle of bamboos from the sword boat.
Looking at the bundle of bamboos, Liu Shisui was pleasantly surprised. He bowed to Gu Han to express his gratitude.
These bamboos were planted by him in Tianguang Peak. More than a hundred years had passed, and his former Master Bai Rujing had died in the Sword Jail. But the bamboos were still there, and the old bamboos would grow into new bamboos. The few clusters of bamboos had almost become a sea of bamboos.
Looking at Liu Shisui leaving with the bundle of bamboos, Gu Han couldn't help but sigh as he thought of those days.
Liu Shisui carried the bamboos back to the Three-Thousand Nunnery at an even faster speed. He took out the City-Guard Pen, cut off a small branch from it, and started to make a bamboo chair. The Lone Sword buzzed and vibrated on his wrist, showing that it was the sharpest sword in the world, except for the one lying in the meditation room. Why did you use the City-Guard Pen instead of me?
"The tip of the pen is softer, so it doesn't need to be polished again," Liu Shisui explained patiently, but his hands didn't stop working.
Many years ago, in that small village, he saw his Young Master make a bamboo chair, and he never forgot it. His craftsmanship became better and better. Even the Snow Girl in the Sword Jail admired his skills. It didn't take long for a brand-new bamboo chair to be made. It was no different from the one often seen on Shenmo Peak.
Zhuo Rusui instinctively wanted to lie down, but he stopped when he saw Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui looking at him. He explained innocently, "I just wanted to try lying down on behalf of the Sect Leader."
Liu Shisui ignored him. He walked into the meditation room and picked up Jing Jiu. He walked to the porch and gently placed him on the bamboo chair.
Seeing the cracked floor under his feet, Que Niang asked in surprise, "How come Teacher has become so heavy?"
Zhuo Rusui said, "That means he's really dead in his sleep."
Yuan Qu quickly pulled him aside and said, "What are we having for supper tonight?"
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Jing Jiu lay on the bamboo chair in Silence. His eyes were closed as if he was asleep.
But he was not breathing, no heartbeat, no body temperature.
Standing on both sides of the bamboo chair, Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui stared at his face seriously and attentively without moving their eyes away.
From early morning to dusk, the color and brightness of the sunlight changed several times, but Jing Jiu's eyelashes didn't even blink.
During this time, Yuan Qu suggested his Master to try sitting on the bamboo chair, and Zhao Layue actually accepted his suggestion. However, Jing Jiu still didn't wake up.
Zhuo Rusui suddenly said, "But it seems that the Sect Leader really likes lying on the bamboo chair. Don't you think he looks more relaxed than before?"
Que Niang and Yuan Qu looked at him and said in surprise, "It seems so. He doesn't even frown now."
Liu Shisui was also happy to hear that. Only Zhao Layue remained silent. She knew it was because of the difference in sunlight between the indoor and outdoor areas.
Jing Jiu didn't wake up, but he didn't have to lie on the bed side by side with Bai Zao now that he had the bamboo chair.
He would lie on the bamboo chair in Silence no matter when it was windy or raining, sensing heaven and earth under the corridor.
Two days later, the spring was over, and the summer was on the rise. The sunlight became exceedingly hot. The group was aware that Jing Jiu didn't like the heat, so they moved him back to the quiet meditation room.
The crisp sound of a silvery bell rang out in the sky. The group thought that it was Nan Wang who came to enjoy the hotpot and see Jing Jiu again; but unexpectedly, a flash of white light fell down from the sky.
Finally, this time, Ah Da finally came.
Ada landed on the bamboo chair and looked at the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean outside the round window cautiously. The white hair all over his body stood up, looking like a dandelion on the verge of exploding, ready to flee with the wind at any moment.
Jian Xilai turned to the white cat.
Ada meowed softly, indicating that Jing Xilai should wait until he woke up if he wanted to fight with him.
Jian Xilai didn't expect this legendary Principal Guard of Aoyama to be so afraid of death. He nodded with a faint smile.
Ada didn't care whether it was a mockery or a courtesy. After he was certain that his opponent wouldn't kill him, he walked slowly to Jing Jiu's bosom and lay on it gingerly.
It was a beautiful and soothing scene, like a beautiful royal concubine sleeping with a white cat in her bosom in the Royal Palace on a summer afternoon.
Yet, it was boring for Ada to maintain the same posture for a long time.
He missed his former ornament, toy and companion, the peculiar snowy beetle named Cold Cicada.
All of a sudden, he saw the Blue Bird on the tree branch outside the window, his eyes beaming instantly.
The Blue Bird said in the human language, "Have a try."
Ada had fought with the Blue Bird before, so he knew that he couldn't catch him since he was the true spirit of the heavenly state. Ada thought that the bird wouldn't get hurt even though he couldn't fight.
It was easy to feel sleepy and restless in the dark and quiet meditation room in the warm or even hot weather.
Ada thought about it in bewilderment. Suddenly, he saw Bai Zao's pretty face in front of him, and his eyes brightened again. He was about to jump over to her, but he suddenly turned his head around to take a look at the outside of the door. In the end, he gave up the idea and lay down on the lifeless body of Jing Jiu.
A hotpot was set up outside the door.
Zhao Layue, Yuan Qu, Zhuo Rusui and Liu Shisui were eating hotpot. Fortunately, they didn't play Mahjong.
The custom of eating hotpot and playing Mahjong in Shanghai Peak had been retained in this generation.
The current Three-Thousand Nunnery seemed to have become the Shenmo Peak.
The people on the Shenmo Peak had the ability to do so.
In the distant Aoyama, Ping Yong-Ka stood on the cliff wall of the Sword Peak, listening to the voice of the Iron Eagle and imagining the scene at the Three-Thousand Nunnery. "I'd like to eat hotpot, and I'd like to see my Master, but I don't dare," he said, feeling both yearning and sadness.
Jian Xilai left the lakeside with the corpse of the Dark Phoenix in his arms and came to the corridor. "I don't understand why the Immortal Jingyang has you people as his disciples," he said to the others who were eating hotpot with their heads lowered, ignoring him.
He had been observing these disciples of Shenmo Peak since Yuan Qu and Zhuo Rusui came to this nunnery with the iron kettle and the hotpot in their arms.
Zhuo Rusui said while digging in the red soup with the chopsticks, "Who can figure it out?"
Yuan Qu picked up a piece of pork intestine and tossed it into his mouth, saying, "I can't figure it out either."
Zhao Layue blocked Zhuo Rusui's chopsticks with her chopsticks, ignoring Jian Xilai's question. Liu Shisui put down the chopsticks and wiped his mouth clean. He said while pointing to the corpse of the Dark Phoenix in his chest, "Senior Master, I hope you can show some respect to the Principal Guard of our sect, though I can't defeat you."
Looking at Jing Jiu sitting on the bamboo chair in the meditation room, Jian Xilai said, "I'm the same kind of person as him, so I don't understand why he would do something as boring as saving the world."
There was no need to answer this question, because he already had the answer.
Jian Xilai said, "In the beginning, I thought it was because of Lian Sanyue; but it looks like it's because of all of you."
Zhao Layue and the others put down their chopsticks and looked at him.
"I'm the direction of all my karma … I've heard of the saying of the Immortal Jingyang."
Jian Xilai pulled back his gaze and continued while looking at them, "You people are also their karma, including those outside. That's why he is what he is now."
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It was possible to calculate the karma, but most of the time, it was impossible to calculate it; and sometimes, even the people involved couldn't even remember the karma.
For instance, Zhuo Rusui could still remember the pleasure he felt when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth came with the wind when he cultivated with Jing Jiu; but he had forgotten that the pleasure happened on the peak top of a snowy mountain, and there was a small sect named the Mysterious Heaven Sect at the foot of the mountain.
It was an interesting phenomenon in the Cultivation circle of Chaotian. The more famous a sect was, the more low-key its name was, like the Aoyama Sect, the Zhongzhou School, and the Guocheng Temple. On the other hand, those ordinary sects with no significant resources often had extraordinary names, like the Three-Purities Sect, the Heavenly Reaching Church, and the Mysterious Heaven Sect.
However, a talented swordsman named Zhou Yunmu had appeared in the Mysterious Heaven Sect more than one hundred years ago. He had reached the Yuanying State by relying on his own Cultivation method. Later, he stayed behind closed doors in order to break through the bottleneck and passed the position of the sect master to his disciple, Lu Jin. Lu Jin had a good talent in Cultivation. Later, the master and the disciple had a fortunate encounter. They both became swordsmen in the Huashen State one hundred years later.
The Huashen Realm was the initial stage of the Broken Sea State. At this stage, one could become an elder even in the Aoyama Sect or Zhongzhou School. For those ordinary Cultivation sects, the Xuan Tian Sect was an insurmountable mountain. That was why the Xuan Tian Sect had grown stronger over the years and became an influential sect in the north of Henan.
The higher one's status was, the stronger one's abilities were, and the greater one's responsibilities were. Even if one couldn't take on those responsibilities, one would still have to climb higher in the things one cared about.
This summer, the topic that the disciples of the Black Heaven Sect discussed the most was, of course, the major events that happened in the world of cultivators.
"You guys didn't see the magnificent scene when the sea was reclaimed. It was truly spectacular. Now, I'm just a little worried. What if the Underworld regains their strength and attacks the surface?"
"We haven't fought in more than seven hundred years; there's no need to worry about this."
"It's because the King Of The Underworld is locked up in the Fiend Prison. Who can control the Underworld now?"
"You're really ignorant. Don't you know that the new King Of The Underworld is the personal disciple of the Immortal Jingyang? Though the Aoyama Sect can't say it, who doesn't know? "
As time went by, the turbulence caused by Taiping Zhenren and Bai Zhenren in Chaotian had gradually subsided. The passages leading to the Underworld in various places had stabilized, and the disaster in the Underworld was being dealt with. Yet, the surprising part was that the passages leading to the Underworld, which had been stabilized, had lost their barriers and were now unimpeded.
"Oh, that's why! The snowland is quite peaceful right now. It's a rare and good day. "
"Taiping Zhenren, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect, Emperor Xiao … Bai Zhenren are all dead; it's of course peaceful."
"I don't think so. I heard that a force on the Cold Mountain is competing with the Kunlun Sect for the spiritual source under the ground."
"I heard that the leader is the young master of the Mysterious Dark Sect one hundred years ago. I don't understand why the Sect Master told us to ignore him, and even … helped him a few times in secret."
"To say nothing of us, even the Windy-Broadsword Church is helping them in secret … It looks like the Kunlun Sect won't be able to hold on for much longer."
"These are trivial matters. Who knows what's going on in Dayuan City? Can the Aoyama Sect tolerate it all the time? "
"The Master Night Howler blocked the Fairy Book of Bai Zhenren in the end. I heard that he was wounded severely."
Many secrets of the Cultivation circle had been exposed as a result of the war that affected the whole of Chaotian.
For instance, the hermit peaks of the Aoyama Sect, the Sword Jail, and the Master Principal Guard who was as immovable as a mountain.
"When the passageways into the Underworld are all stabilized, I'm afraid that the Broadsword King, the House Master and Zen Master will all go to Dayuan City. It's not easy for Chaotian to achieve peace and prosperity. How can we let all our efforts go to waste because of the return of the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean?"
"Most importantly, the Immortal Jingyang hasn't woken up yet; otherwise, there wouldn't be so much trouble."
"Has the Immortal Jingyang woken up yet?"
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Hearing the discussions of the juniors, Zhou Yunmu didn't show any emotion on his wrinkled face. He turned to Lu Jin and asked, "Has the Immortal woken up yet?"
Lu Jin said, "I heard that the situation this time is different from that time in Zhaoge City. He doesn't even have breathing or heartbeat."
After a long moment of silence, Zhou Yunmu asked, "Is it this time?"
"I'm not sure," said Lu Jin.
Zhou Yunmu led Lu Jin to the deepest part of the manor cave. He dismantled a few powerful formations and came before a portrait, bowing his head to the ground reverently a few times.
The portrait depicted a fairy man in white clothing, but his face was blank. It was not because he had never seen the face before, but because there was no brush in the world that could depict the face of that person.
Zhou Yunmu took out a black board and handed it to Lu Jin.
Lu Jin asked nervously, "Are you sure you want to send it back this time?"
Zhou Yunmu said, "Back then, the Immortal said that we should send it back when we think it's time. I think it's time now."
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