Jing Jiu was not wearing the white dress, but an ordinary cloth shirt, and a hat as usual.

The wide hat completely covered his face, and was isolated from the sword. Even if someone looked under the hat, he couldn't see his eyebrows clearly.

The reason why Duke Lu recognized him at a glance was mainly because he missed him day and night, and of course there was also the reason why Jing Jiufengyi was too outstanding.

Suddenly Jing Jiu disappeared in front of him. Duke Lu was shocked and thought to himself that he had lost his eyes because he was missing him.

He quickly stretched out his fingers and dipped some tea in the tea bowl and rubbed it on his eyes. Then he looked closely and found that Jing Jiu had arrived at the grass dozens of feet away. He was shocked to think about what kind of Taoist master had learned in the past three years, and he actually felt like he was floating in the air.

The restoration project of Chaoge City was carried out very quickly, and Taichang Temple was naturally the first batch, and the principle was to repair the old as before, so there was still a bamboo forest deep in Taichang Temple.

There is still a long and oblique passage to the ground deep in the bamboo forest. Many workers are busy around the passage and transport a lot of things from it.

The living dragon and the corpse are naturally different. There is no problem with the huge and strong dragon body being used as a prison, but there are naturally many facilities to add inside.

Jing Jiu walked to a very remote corner.

There was a bouquet of lilac wild flowers growing in that corner, swaying gently in the wind.

Jing Jiu reached out to take out a bell from the bouquet of purple flowers, then held out the white cat from his sleeve, and tied it carefully between his neck.

Liu Ada was a little awkward. He turned his neck and the bell made a crisp sound, attracting several butterflies.

The cat's claws broke through the wind and drove away the butterflies. Its face was full of displeasure and unwillingness.

Not loving you is not loving you, but not loving what Jing Jiu does.

Unwilling to accept it is not that he is unwilling to be tied up, but that he is unwilling to be able to fight Canglong happily until the end.

Jing Jiu said: "It was already ruined by then. Even if you go up and bite it into several pieces, it will be unfair."

Liu Adawei laughed at him and thought to himself that there is no such thing as a kind of victory in the world.

Jing Jiu said: "You have fought for thousands of years, and in the end it dies and you are still alive, then you will win this battle."

Liu Ada thought about it and found that this is indeed the truth.

It looked into the ground, and there was some nostalgia and a lot of disgust in its eyes.

Missing is not missing.

There is no emotion between it and the Canglong, even the ones that are formed. It misses its young years when it once walked through the clouds.

Disgust is real. Qingshan Guan dislikes the two pretentious guys, Yunmengshan, especially Canglong, who are greedy and idiotic. The most important thing is that they are extremely ugly and ugly in their eating habits.

Jing Jiu was looking at the bouquet of lilac flowers with a faint nostalgia.

He has few friends, but Emperor Ming is one.

After three years in the Demon-Suppressing Prison, he spent most of the time entering into meditation, and only talked with the Emperor of Underworld for dozens of days, but it was enough.

——My friend has an innocent and innocent heart, quiet and friendly, just like the River Styx.

Thinking about what my senior brother stayed in the notes back then, Jing Jiu was silent for a long time.

The senior brother has very few friends, so Emperor Ming must be one.

Otherwise, the senior brother would not have made so much preparation back then.

In fact, both the senior brother and he knew that it would be difficult for Emperor Dark to leave the Demon Suppression Prison alive if he was hit by the immortal talisman.

It's the best ending now, because it's finally here.

...

...

In Guocheng Temple, the sunset shines far away.

Yin San sat on the stone steps in front of the quiet room of Baishan, reading a volume of Buddhist scriptures in his hand.

The dusk fell on him, and he was also in the dusk. The picture was beautiful and a little desolate.

Xuanyin Ancestor looked at his back with a look of admiration on his face.

The major event that happened in Chaoge City’s Demon Suppression Prison was supposed to be the arrangement of the real person.

He just sent a letter to the Demon Suppression Prison, why did so many things happen?

"The real person... is a god."

The ancestor walked behind Yin San and said sincerely.

Yin San stood up, looked at Tallinn under the setting sun, and said, "Do you know why I am so happy?"

The ancestor Xuanyin said: "Because the real person finally got the anger he had back then."

When Yin San brought the Emperor of the Underworld back to the world, Xuanyin Ancestor was in his prime and naturally knew this secret.

Yin San said: "No, it's really much more enjoyable."

Xuanyin Ancestor continued: "And Qingshan is the real person's Qingshan after all. It is naturally a good thing for Zhongzhou Sect to be hit."

Yin San smiled and patted his shoulder.

I don’t know when it started, but he rarely touched the head of the Xuanyin Ancestor like a dog.

Of course, Yin San didn't want Jing Xin to be the emperor because that was the choice of the Zhongzhou School. More importantly, the prince was considered a inheritance of the Bai family, which made him uneasy.

That's why he took advantage of the old story of Bu Lao Lin to drag Jing Xin into the Demon Suppression Prison.

News from Chaoge City has been sent back to Guocheng Temple.

Most of them were as expected.

He knew Canglong's greed and understood Jing Jiu's methods. The only thing he could not imagine was how Emperor Ming came out of Taichang Prison.

Now that I think about it, this should be related to Jing Jiu.

The ending is beautiful.

He sent the letter to the Demon Suppression Prison, and the Demon Suppression Prison was destroyed.

The Zhongzhou faction suffered serious setbacks, and it became increasingly difficult for Jing Xin to succeed the throne.

The only regret is that Jing Jiu is still alive. It seems that it is really troublesome to kill him. Do you have to take action yourself?

Then Yin San remembered... Emperor Ming was dead.

He was not sad because he knew the Emperor of the Underworld's thoughts - if death is freedom, the sea of ​​rage would also seek refuge.

Yin San walked down the steps, came to the twilight tower forest, put the Buddhist scriptures into a stone pagoda, took out the bone flute and raised it to his lips.

The slender and stable fingers moved between the blood-colored red line and played a song.

This song is very plain, just leisurely.

Not far away, the pine waves became quieter and the sunset became redder.

The ancestor's eyes were staring at the bone flute, with a very complicated look. After the sound of the flute started, he gradually returned to calmness and sat on the stone steps and smiled.

...

...

After leaving Taichang Temple, Jing Jiu returned to Jing's house and knocked on the door to see a young man.

It was still early, so Jing merchant was still working in Taichang Temple. Jing's wife went back to her parents' home to help, while Jing's father went around the street. Jing Li was the only one at home.

Jing Li stared at him in a daze and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Jing Jiu took off his hat and scattered his sword energy.

Jing Li looked at his face and was shocked and said, "Uncle, are you back?"

Jing Jiu thought for a while and said, "Your name is... Jing Li."

Jing Li found out that her uncle actually remembered her name this time, and was surprised again. Then she was very happy and greeted him with a smile.

Jing Jiu walked into the house and looked around casually. He found that he had not seen each other for three years. The garden was three times bigger. Of course, Jing Li was also three years older.

After saying a few words, Jing Jiu returned to his room and found that the chess piece on the chessboard seemed to have been moved by someone. He was stunned and remembered that Jing's house was very close to Taichang Temple and should have been completely transformed into ruins in the Demon Suppression Prison Incident a few days ago.

Everything that seems familiar is actually new.

Jing Jiu thought about something.

The white cat came out of his sleeve, jumped to the windowsill, and half-squatted to look into the garden.

Jing Jiu glanced at it.

He could naturally see that Jing Li had begun to practice.

Back then, in the small mountain village, he taught Liu Shisui's breathing method.

Liu Ada ignored him and thought to himself that I had a great life and didn’t have much thoughts about taking an apprentice, so I want you to take care of it?

Suddenly its ears trembled slightly, as if it heard something. It jumped off the windowsill and disappeared into the grass, leaving only a string of ringtones.

Jing Jiu walked to the window and looked at the crabapple tree that was very similar to that of the past. He thought that the reconstruction of the Jing House must have been handled by Duke Lu himself, so the authenticity should still be there.

Just as I was thinking about these things, suddenly the wind came and the crabapple flowers fell like pink snow.

In the crabapple flowers, the white dress fluttered lightly, and the girl came here gracefully.

This situation seems to be back then.

Bai Zao looked at him with a slightly different expression.

Jing Jiu thought she was going to ask about the Demon Prison.

He was ready to say something.

He knew nothing about the Demon Prison.

He has been practicing in the secret place of the palace for the past three years. A few days ago, due to earth disturbances, he left the seclusion early, and his realm has not yet...

"Why...it seems to look better?"
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