Zhao Layue’s questions did not interrupt Jing Jiu’s thoughts, but instead made him think more seriously.

What he told Liu Shisui was the truth and the truth.

For this world, ascension is the greatest evil, but it is his greatest and only pursuit.

Therefore, good and evil are like clouds.

It is just because he needs to be undisturbed in his practice, he needs to be quiet, and of course he has a position because of certain emotional connections.

He understood Fang Jingtian's emotional need to avenge his master, and also understood Lei Poyun's hard pursuit of breaking the realm.

A senior brother can make a tremendous wave in the world with just one word, and it is also because he understands what everyone needs and pursues.

The only exception is himself. The senior brother never knew what he liked or wanted, he only knew that he wanted to ascend, but could not give it to him.

Just like he knew what Zhao Layue wanted now but couldn't give it to her.

Zhao Layue said: "Fang Jingtian once asked Tianjinren to kill you, which is obviously related to the Xihai Sword Sect and Bu Lao Lin. Why didn't the head and Jianlu handle it?"

Jing Jiu said: "I said that they are brothers and there is no evidence."

Zhao Layue said: "Don't you think Shangdefeng is questionable?"

Everyone in Qingshan Jiufeng knows that Yuan Qijing doesn’t like Jingyang Real People, and the recent things, the handling of Shangdefeng always has some wrong taste.

Jing Jiu knew that Yuan Qijing didn't like him, but he really had no doubts and explained to her: "He killed Lei Poyun."

Zhao Layue said: "This may also be a murder to silence people."

Jing Jiu looked at her quietly.

Zhao Layue was silent for a while and said, "Okay, Liu Shisui's cultivation problem is expected to be solved, and this is always a good thing."

Having said that, she was so displeased by Xilai Peak's vagina, Jian Ruyun and others were so stupid, so she was naturally a little unhappy, and her breath became slightly thicker.

Jing Jiu knew she was unhappy, but in fact he was a little uncomfortable. In the past, if he had encountered such a thing, he would have killed it with one sword, or before he set out the sword, he would have kneeled down to beg for mercy. However, he felt a little restrained when doing things.

"What practitioners do not lack the most is patience."

He didn't know whether he was teaching her or persuading himself.

When Jing Jiu was trapped in the snow field, Gu Qing once said that it is not too late for a monk to take revenge for a hundred years, but Zhao Layue has never been such a person.

She looked at Jing Jiu and asked seriously: "When will you enter the Sea Breaking Realm?"

Jing Jiu's realm is still in the Wuchangzhong realm, and it is a distance of five levels from the Pohai Sea.

For ordinary Qingshan disciples, if everything goes well or if they can break through one level in more than ten years, of course it is normal to spend decades.

But Zhao Layue had infinite hope for Jing Jiu, even though his realm had been stagnant for more than seven years, he was almost the weakest guy in the Shenmao Peak.

Even in her opinion, as long as Jing Jiu can break through the sea, neither Bai Rujing nor Fang Jingtian can be his opponent.

Hearing this question, Jing Jiu smiled speechless.

Zhao Layue didn't understand what he meant and asked, "What's wrong?"

I don’t know if it was because the autumn sun in the sky was too strong or the smiling face was so beautiful, she didn’t notice that Jing Jiu’s smile was a little bitter.

What is amazing is that there is a little self-deprecating in his smile.

And these are the emotions that rarely appear in him.

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Jing Jiu had never worried about his own practice. Now he seemed a little too confident because he actually encountered an unsolvable problem.

The Queen of Snow Country gave birth to a child, which brought about a mutant in the snow field. He and Bai Zao were trapped in the cold cave for six years.

During these six years, in order to ensure the temperature in the cave and prevent Bai Zao from being frozen to death by the deep cold, Jing Jiu kept burning the sword fire without stopping for a moment.

In order to ensure that the sword fire burns, he needs to constantly supply the true energy, and must ensure that the true energy will not dry up. For six years, the true energy in his body has been operating to the minimum limit, barely maintaining a glimmer of vitality, just like the last piece of thin ice on the river that is about to completely melt, and like the last piece of paper that is about to be burned out in the furnace.

In this case, it is naturally impossible to practice, and it is impossible to have the spirit to understand the world, and can only temper the will to be extremely tenacious.

Unfortunately, Jing Jiu doesn't need this, so the past six years are completely wasted for him.

He didn't care much, thinking that everything would naturally return to normal after returning to Qingshan. Even though the realm was still stagnant in the Wuchangzhong Realm in the past two years and there was no sign of breakthrough, he was still not in a hurry. You should know that practicing Taoism is a water grinding technique. Before that moment, rain fell on the bluestone and could only splash.

Until a few days ago, he thought about Liu Shisui's cultivation problem, and conducted a sword observation and self-recognition in order to do a comparative study, and at the same time he made a deflection and evolution. He unexpectedly discovered... If this continues, the drop of water seems to never be able to drip through his bluestone.

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Shenmo Peak held a meeting rarely, either on the cliff or in the cave.

Jing Jiu rarely lies on the bamboo chair, and Zhao Layue does not sit on the chair, but on the warm jade couch.

Looking at the scene of the two sitting side by side, Yuan Qu naturally remembered words like red candles, and showed a silly smile on his face. Then he felt that the atmosphere in the cave was a little depressed. He quickly curled his smile and stood next to Gu Qing with a serious face.

The white cat and the chirpin didn't like the warm jade couch, so they lay on a jade bamboo shoot from a distance and refused to come over.

Jing Jiu summoned everyone to solve his own practice problems.

Zhao Layue thought it was ridiculous and thought that even you could not solve the problem of cultivation. Who else could solve it in the Chaotian Continent?

Yuan Qu thought this was normal. No matter how high his master's talent in swordsmanship is, he could not be higher than his master who was born with a Taoist seed. Senior Brother Gu Qing's understanding is also very good. Even his current cultivation speed is almost as fast as his master's master. It is natural for his uncle to ask for help. This kind of shameless spirit of asking is worthy of appreciation.

Of course Gu Qing would not think like him. His master was unfathomable and he picked up the Jiufeng True Sword at will. How could he be qualified to help him?

Jing Jiu ignored what the two disciples were thinking, explained the problems he encountered, and directly explained the key points.

His flying sword and sword pill cannot be combined into one.

Hearing this sentence, Gu Qing and Yuanqu subconsciously looked at the dark iron sword in front of him.

This iron sword inherited from the Xianxian Master Mo in the snow field was really unusual. It was burned by his sword fire for six consecutive years. The surface of the iron sword melted and solidified again, layer by layer, turning into a shell-like thing. It was very ugly, like a burnt fire tong.

After entering the Wuchang Realm, Jing Jiu was still carrying an iron sword on his back and became an anecdote in the Taoist world. Who would have thought that he did not do it deliberately, but was helpless?

When Zhao Layue knew about this, Gu Qing and Yuanqu also vaguely guessed something. He was still surprised to hear Jing Jiu admit it himself.
Chapter completed!