The spring is deep outside the window, so you can sleep high.

When I woke up again after winter, it was a few days later.

She looked opposite and found that Jing Jiu was still sitting there, as if he had not moved, but the cup of tea was gone.

Jing Jiu withdrew his gaze from the window and looked at what she wanted to say, but in the end he didn't say it.

She said, "Do you think I am a lunatic? At such a low state, I actually want to kill Xilai."

Jing Jiu said: "It's really unwise."

Zhuodong said, "Tongyan said so too. He privately advised me several times in the vegetable garden of Baotong Zen Temple."

Jing Jiu thought to himself that you have never been a girl who can listen to others’ advice.

"I have a nephew named He Zhan. I'm pretty stupid. If I have the chance in the future, I will help me take care of him."

After winter, he continued, "I went to Xihai because I felt that it was possible. As long as it was possible, I wanted to try it."

Jing Jiu said: "The premise of any risk should be that you can never find any other choice."

Zhuanwen said: "I don't have much time, so I think it's equivalent to having no other choice."

Jing Jiu said: "I said you won't die."

Zhuodong said, "Even if I can survive this time, there will be no more time."

Jing Jiu understood what she meant and turned to look at the scenery outside the window.

The spring is so deep that it is about to get moldy, it is not as beautiful as the previous few days, and it is not as good as the red leaves in late autumn.

The silkworm will not end until it dies, but it does not really die. Then it will turn into a beautiful moth and spread its wings and fly further away.

It's just that moths can't live for too long.

Jing Jiu calculated very clearly that if he used this method during the winter, the life he left behind would not be too long.

If she didn't use this method, she could live for at least 200 years at her realm, but she had no hope of breaking through to the sky and seeing the scenery elsewhere.

And even if she used this method, her hope of ascension was still very small, but it was slightly increased and even negligible.

Using still water-like life to exchange for a glimmer of momentary light is a magnificent gambling.

If someone else knew the choice of winter, would it be worth it?

Jing Jiu would not say such things, because if it were him, he would have made such a choice.

This is the fateful choice of the practitioner, and he thinks it should be called the meaning of the practitioner's existence.

"So I'm a little anxious."

After saying this, I fell asleep again after winter.

Yes, she was in a hurry.

She was anxious to find her heir, so she gave a pot of fine wine on the lakeside and personally attended the subsequent plum meeting.

She was eager to make up for the regrets she had back then, so she went to Baicheng from time to time and said something in that temple that actually didn't make much sense.

She would go to the West Sea because of this.

Jing Jiu walked up to her, squatted down and looked at her face, and was silent for a long time.

He was ready to leave.

In Chaoge City, after listening to Bai Zao's words, he just wanted to come and meet her.

Now that I have seen it, that's enough.

As long as she returns to Shuiyue Temple, he will return to Qingshan. After everything is ready, he will come to find her and heal her injuries.

Now it seems that she is unwilling to go back to Shuiyue Temple and is more willing to stay in the world.

Just like in previous years.

She walked enthusiastically on earth like a gust of wind from Baotong Zen Temple to Baicheng, from Chaoge to the West Sea.

She is a person who is like a fire and can never be idle. She doesn't like to stay in the same place for too long.

Hundreds of years ago, she had said a lot of things to him, and this was the case.

He didn't care what she said, liked, and didn't like.

Now all those words emerged in his mind, very clearly.

The memory of the monks is really good, but this is not a good thing.

Jing Jiu decided to stay.

After coming out of the Demon Suppression Prison, he stayed in Chaoge City for only a few days, and then took Gu Qing to the West Sea. He traveled with wind and rain all the way, and was seriously injured.

He has not yet fully realized and mastered the Netherworld Immortal Sword. The new realm is not stable enough and it takes time to feel it well and then digest it.

After digestion, it is not the end, but the real beginning.

After entering the Demon Suppression Prison and learning from the Emperor of the Underworld, his practice embarked on a completely different path from his predecessors.

Neither Aoyama's ancestors nor the genius sword cultivators from Wurongmen, Kirishima and other places have gone through this path. In the history of the Chaotian Continent, some evil demons have tried similar methods, such as the devil's fetus and soul-retaining, but that is only similar in form, and in essence they are still two completely different levels.

If he could follow this path of cultivation, the Qingshan Sword Sect would open up a new world, and could even be regarded as the establishment of a sect.

Such a big event naturally requires time to think and prepare.

This temple has a great view, a quiet lake and no one can disturb it, which is a good place to think.

Then, stay here for a while.

Jing Jiu thought so.

...

...

The spring is extremely deep and the summer is approaching. The green mountains and peaks located in the south of the world are more obvious.

It is isolated from a large array, which will not make people feel uncomfortable, but the obviously darker color of the forest still makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

Zhao Layue stood by the cliff, looking at Zhu Feng who was a little greasy, raised his eyebrows slightly, and was a little displeased.

The monkey cries came from the peak, and the sound was very cheerful. Gu Qing must have come back.

He stood behind Zhao Layue, lowered his head and said, "He Zhen ran away."

He Jun's realm and strength are already extraordinary, and he has always been the second best among the younger generation of practitioners. When he decided to run away, Gu Qing really couldn't stop him.

Yuan Qu stood aside and felt a little strange, thinking why his senior brother didn't kneel directly like he did last time, just lowering his head?

"I found something from the roller shutter, or they deliberately let me know."

Gu Qing raised his head, his expression was a little weird, and he explained the news in detail.

The news given by the roller blind man has many details, and he has not even missed that Jing Jiu used a golden leaf to exchange for a wheelchair.

Zhao Layue listened silently and said, "It's good to be alive."

Gu Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Layue thought to herself that it seemed that she was still alive during the winter, but she was seriously injured, and said, "You go and put it on the cliff of Jinbian Creek."

Gu Qing was stunned for a moment, took a black stone she handed over and looked at Yuanqu.

Yuan Qu shook his head and said that he didn't know what this meant.

Zhao Layue said: "I want to use it to practice swords."

Gu Qing drove away with his sword.

Zhao roared cross-legged, closed his eyes and began to regulate his breathing.

The Fox sword hung quietly on her head, vibrating slightly, and could fly out at any time.

The peak was shrouded in bright red light.

Yuan Qu understood what his master wanted to do and was very impressed.

A powerful sword cultivator can kill people from dozens of miles or even farther away.

But to do such a terrifying thing, you must first determine the location of the target.

If you can see the other person, it certainly doesn't matter.

This was how Zhao did when he killed Luo Huainan in Guihua City in the twelfth month.

Most of the time, the sword cultivator simply cannot see where his target is.

When Pei Baifa was able to seriously injured the Western Prince Sun in Wanshou Mountain with a sword across thousands of miles, it was because the Western Prince Sun was holding the Chuzi Sword in his hand.

The Divine Emperor had already made a soul mark on the Chuzi Sword.

Zhao twelfth month asked Gu Qing to take the black stone to the Jinbian River Cliff to practice this kind of flying sword killing technique.

The Jinbian Creek Cliff is seventeen miles away from the top of the peak, and it has reached the farthest killing distance of Youyechu Realm, so Yuan Qu admires it so much.

I wonder if Gu Qing has laid the black stone in place.

Zhao Layue suddenly opened her eyes.

Black and white are clear.

The Fox sword broke through the air.

A sword roared from the top of the peak.

A white turbulence appeared in the sky hundreds of feet high, and then an extremely deafening explosion sounded.

The Fox Sword disappeared without a trace.

After a moment.
To be continued...