After saying this during the winter, the vegetable garden house was quiet for a long time.

Pei Baifa was plotted by Tianjinren and was defeated by the hands of the Sword God of the West Sea. He suffered severe losses. He was in seclusion for many years to repair his realm, but it was still the time when the oil was exhausted and the lamp was exhausted.

Tongyan had already calculated this reason and remained silent.

He Zhan suddenly said, "What can I do?"

There are Tonglu and Su Ziye in this bureau. Of course, Mr. Pei will not be missing, but his name is not available.

The arrangement of this situation by the childish face is already a contribution. Did he do nothing?

After winter, he said, "You have been clearing your intestines in Baotong Zen Temple for half a year. You should be clean. Please follow me to Guocheng Temple."

If it were normal, He Zhan would definitely shout that he would not be a monk, but at this time he just watched the winter quietly and didn't say anything.

The dear one is the dear one after all.

Tongyan calculated what would happen to her friend next, and smiled and said goodbye.

He left the vegetable garden where he lived for a long time and walked down the mountain along the path made of stone.

When he came to the mist-covered village, he looked back and saw two big words on the plaque of Baotong Zen Temple vaguely visible.

He thought silently, Mr. Pei was asking for death. Even if things were successful, how could he survive?

If you want to change the final outcome, unless other righteous sects take action together, Guocheng Temple will not do this, and Zhongzhou and Qingshan... will not move.

The West Sea Sword God cut down Yuntai with one sword, and also made the excuse of Zhongzhou and Qingshan.

Mr. Pei can take action because of the grudge between Wuhenmen and the Xihai Sword Sect, and also because of the grudge between him and the Xihai Sword God.

What more can he do?

No matter how strong the computing power is, sometimes it is poor. Who can calculate everything between heaven and earth?

I heard that Jing Jiu's realm has stagnated and has left the green mountains and traveled outside to think about the method of breaking the realm.

Many practitioners try to travel around the world when their realm is stagnant and look for opportunities to break through the realm, but not everyone can get what they want.

In fact, the majority of losers are always the majority. Many practitioners gradually give up their hopes during the process of traveling around the world, and finally sleep with the mountains and rivers.

Tongyan believed that Jing Jiu would not have such an ending because he played chess with Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu did not calculate the whole game clearly and would never make a move. Then he must have calculated everything behind before leaving Qingshan.

But what's the point of calculating everything?

Mr. Pei used the last three years of his life to do this because he wanted to do it, not because he figured it out clearly.

So what about me?

My life still has eight hundred years, which seems long, but in fact it is the last eight hundred years.

What should I do over the last eight hundred years?

Tongyan thought about these things and turned around and walked into the mountain village in the fog.

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As Tong Yan thought, Jing Jiu had already calculated everything before leaving Qingshan, unless there were some variables from outside.

Jing Jiu would not think about what the last few hundred years of his life should be used for.

If it is only three hundred years now, then we will strive to live another five hundred years.

If there are eight hundred years, we will strive to live to three thousand years old.

If you have three thousand years old, you will have to strive for more.

What is the meaning of day and night? We should fight for thousands of years.

Practicing Taoism is to seek immortality.

So he doesn't have the concept of how many years he has left, only the specific day, every hour, and every moment.

Every day, every hour, every moment, he is practicing.

This is his life in the Demon Prison.

His discussion with the Emperor of the Underworld was finally over.

The Soul Fire Lord has been fully mastered by him, and then he deduced the prototype of the sword ghost's self-cultivation method, and the next thing he needs to do is to confirm it.

After a long discussion, Emperor Ming had fully understood his ideas and ideas, and was shocked by the gods, but there was one thing he didn't understand.

This is the Taichang Prison in the Demon Suppression Prison. It is completely isolated from the outside world and cannot absorb the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth. So how do you practice and break the realm?

If you do not practice and break the realm, how can you raise a sword ghost?

If there is no sword ghost, how do you prove this brand new and powerful Taoist method?

Jing Jiu did not explain and said, "I may sleep for a long time. If there is anything, please wake me up."

Even if you go into seclusion and enter into meditation, if there is any movement outside, the practitioner will wake up from the state of meditation.

Jing Jiu needs Emperor Ming to wake him up, which means that he is ready to sink into the deepest part of his consciousness and complete this method there.

After saying this, he did not start meditating immediately, but took out a bamboo chair and lay on it, then closed his eyes.

Looking at the bamboo chair, the Emperor of the Underworld looked curious on his translucent face, thinking that this must be very comfortable. Should I make one according to the style?

Jing Jiu began to fall asleep.

No matter the sound of grass growing, the sound of petals opening, the buzzing of mosquitoes, and the sound of chopsticks breaking, it did not wake him up.

A few days passed, he was still sleeping, and his posture had not changed, and his eyes did not tremble once.

Emperor Ming stood in front of the bamboo chair, looked at his face, and said with emotion: "What a sleeping beauty."

He is the Emperor of the Underworld and always has to maintain his identity. Jing Jiu was not good at saying anything when he was awake. At this time, Jing Jiu fell asleep. He finally expressed his praise that he had been tolerant for a long time.

In the following days, Jing Jiu was still sleeping. Emperor Ming was watching, and he felt that Jing Jiu's practice was a bit strange. It was different from the Qingshan Sect and the Netherworld. Not to mention the posture, even his breath did not change much, as if he was really sleeping.

No matter how good the things are, they will still be a little bored after watching them for a long time.

Emperor Ming cut down some flowers and trees and wanted to make them according to the style of bamboo chairs, but found that the materials were different and they didn't look like them, so he built a soft couch.

He lay on the flower tree couch, looking at Jing Jiu who was sleeping, and still felt that the bamboo chair seemed to be more comfortable, and he was worried that Jing Jiu would crush the bamboo chair after sleeping for a long time.

Just as he was thinking about this, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Jing Jiu was still lying on the bamboo chair, but it felt much lighter.

Emperor Ming stood up and walked to the bamboo chair, and found that Jing Jiu's body did not contact the bamboo chair, but was away from the distance of two fingers, which was equivalent to floating up.

If others see this scene, they may feel that Jing Jiu has become a ghost.

Emperor Ming knew it was not, because he had seen similar pictures.

After the Soul Fire Royal Cultivation reaches the third level, the Soul Fire will show a stable suspended posture, exactly the same as the current situation of Jing Jiu.

Looking at Jing Jiu who was sleeping, Emperor Ming felt thoughtful and his expression gradually became solemn.

Judging from his current state, Jing Jiu should have no problem. As for why his body floats up like soul fire, Emperor Darkness vaguely gave rise to some speculations.

He grabbed the formation map from under the flower tree couch and walked towards the periphery of the green valley.

Walking to a cliff, he looked at the vast chaotic darkness ahead and was silent for a long time.

He did not look up at the blue sky, because the sky was fake and the valley was fake. Only this chaotic darkness was real.

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(Suddenly I like the Emperor of the Underworld. By the way, Jing Jiu's appearance is so beautiful because when writing the story of the Heavenly Record, some readers strongly asked the protagonist of this book to be beautiful in the prosperous times. I happened to like the rebirth of the god-level academic master. I like Yang Rui very much. I think it is really good and very advantageous, so I thought it was beautiful. But later I found that there was a problem with writing this in the Avenue, that is... Jing Jiu does not fall in love, so what's the point of being so beautiful? In addition to making those who admire him hate him because of love, cover up their foreheads... In addition, I recommend Ling Ran, a new book doctor from Shinto Village. This is not a friendly advertisement, because he and I have never added it on WeChat, but only the recommendation of loyal readers. This book is really good... Of course, the male protagonist is still a beautiful and inconsistent person.)
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