The next morning, Liu Shisui came again, sweeping the courtyard, receiving breakfast food, and gathering leaves. The piles were very beautiful.

Jing Jiu looked at him quietly.

He heard the conversation between Mr. Lu and Liu Shisui last night.

Even if he couldn't hear it, Master Lu would deliberately let him hear it.

Master Lu hoped that he would be self-aware, or he would take the initiative to drive Liu Shisui away because he felt humiliated.

Jing Jiu understood Master Lu very much, and he would do the same if he had done so.

How can those who practice Taoism spend their time on these things?

If Liu Shisui listened to Master Lu's opinion, he would have understood it very much, and if he had done so, he would have done so.

Before the Great Dao, there is no world, let alone the young master.

But what he didn't expect was that Liu Shisui tossed and turned all night, and she still came today, and was still doing those things, even more motivated than before.

Jing Jiu suddenly wanted to know what this little boy was thinking.

However, since Liu Shisui did not obey Master Lu's opinion, he naturally would not drive Liu Shisui away because of inexplicable things like dignity.

It is not easy to have someone familiar with his living habits help him manage his daily life. He has never had it in the long years before.

After finishing his morning work, Liu Shishui made a pot of tea and put it on the table, and then moved the bamboo lounge chair out of the cave room.

Jing Jiu lay on the bamboo chair, facing the newborn sunlight, squinted his eyes slightly, and tapped his fingers gently on the armrest of the chair, without rhythm.

Liu Shisui did not go to the sword hall today, stayed in the courtyard, stood in a stairs, his arms seemed to come out casually, but they were as fast as lightning.

If it were the case before, he would not have any reaction to the sound of Jing Jiu knocking on the bamboo chair, but through the confirmation a few days ago, he naturally began to listen carefully.

Without rhythm is also a rhythm, and it still represents the length and interval of breathing.

When the sun crossed the peaks, Liu Shisai finally finished her body refining, her face was covered with sweat, and her body was vaguely sore.

He didn't feel it was hard, but he felt it was very happy.

He looked back and looked at Jing Jiu, who was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed on the bamboo recliner, and couldn't help but smile.

After spending a year together, he knew that many times, Jing Jiu seemed to be sleeping, but in fact he didn't.

"Young Master..."

Liu Shisui was a little hesitant. He had never done such a thing before. But thinking about Mr. Lu's solemn face last night, he finally plucked up the courage and whispered: "...Can you not be so lazy?"

Liu Shisui knew that the young master was lazy. The bamboo recliner under him at this time proved that he didn't know how he moved it from home.

He also knew that the young master was a very smart person and was very capable, but he finally came to Qingshan Sect and had the opportunity to come into contact with the immortal swordsmanship. How could he continue to be so lazy?

If the young master is so lazy, how can he pass the inner door assessment? What if he is really driven away by the immortal master?

No matter how born with Taoism, children will not hide their true emotions.

Looking at the sadness on Liu Shisui's face, Jing Jiu was stunned and then laughed.

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That night, Jing Jiu stood in the yard, looking at the peaks under the starry sky with his hands on his back, silently.

He did not follow Liu Shisui's advice and step out of the bow and fist, cultivate his body and understand the inside and outside, pursue the perfect state of ceremoniality, and lay a solid foundation for future practice.

He doesn't need it.

If divided according to the level of an ordinary practitioner, he would have passed the state of possessing rituals and entered the state of embracing the gods.

To be more precise, when he stepped into the stream in the cave, he was already in the realm of embracing the gods.

Looking back at the green mountains for tens of thousands of years, he should be the one who will enter the realm of embracing Gods the fastest.

He didn't feel proud, because he was able to do so because of his special body now.

The mystery is that practitioners in the realm of Master Lu naturally cannot see through it.

Everything in the world has gains and losses.

He took out a light green pill, threw it into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it into his stomach.

He took a sip of herbal tea and shook his head, feeling that the taste was very ordinary.

If this picture falls into the eyes of Master Lu or other Qingshan Sect’s immortal masters, they will be shocked to lose their sword heart.

The light blue pill is called Zixuan Pill, which is the best pill that practitioners can take in the first realm.

For disciples in the realm of the God-walking, a purple Xuan Pill is a year of hard practice.

You can imagine how precious this kind of elixir is. Only those disciples with the most potential talents will receive this treatment.

Few of the disciples of Chengjian in the Jiufeng of Qingshan had taken this pill in the first realm.

But Jing Jiu was eating this precious elixir as fried beans.

Based on the number and frequency of his use of Zixuan Pill, if he is an ordinary outer disciple, or if he only takes one hour to complete the realm of embracing the gods.

Of course, the greater possibility is that half an hour ago, the outer disciple had already died due to the surge in the number of true energy.

Jing Jiu was not dead, and he didn't even react.

The reason is that his body is very special, and he can absorb the vital energy of heaven and earth extremely smoothly, and at the same time he can withstand more vital energy of heaven and earth.

The problem is…too many.

His spiritual sea seemed to be a real sea or a bottomless sea. I don’t know how long it would take to fill this sea with the energy of heaven and earth. Even if he kept taking Zixuan Pill, it was still very slow, and the medicinal power was sometimes exhausted.

The Spirit Sea is dissatisfied with the lonely Taoist seed, so he cannot turn into a sword fruit. What can he do when he enters the next stage of practice?

If the rumors are true, there is a treasure that can change time in Zen, or he can save some time, but he knows that treasure does not exist, so he can only wait now.

He had calculated clearly that in three days, the Zi Xuan Pill would not help him any more, let alone those ordinary elixirs.

Even if he keeps absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth, it will take at least more than a year to fill the spiritual sea.

It's really troublesome to have so many days left.

If he doesn't want to attract too much attention and cause trouble, he can practice diligently every day like other outer disciples and survive more than a year.

But he wouldn't do this, except for the most secret reason, because he felt it was very troublesome to do this.

Yes, he is just afraid of trouble and is not really lazy.

In the mountain village, he often sleeps because he wants to understand and be familiar with this body.

In the first nine days, he only completed the initial fusion, and it would take a long time to fully grasp the most subtle parts of his body.

He did not deceive the ten years old. In those sleeps, in addition to further integration, he did do a lot of thinking, deduction, and calculations.

He needs to think about why he is here.

He needs to deduce the past and the future.

He needs to calculate the gains and losses and the situation.

It was not until he completed these two steps that he returned to the Qingshan Sect, and then found that he had nothing to do except wait.

This is really an experience he has never had before.

“Is this boredom?”

Jing Jiu felt this emotion that he had never experienced before and thought with some uncertainty: "People like me will be bored?"
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