There is hidden movement and stillness in the distant mountains.

The breeze gently blew the clothes, and the sword intent did not dissipate for a long time.

Yuan Qu felt the murderous intent contained in this sword and his face was pale.

I don’t know how Gu Qing would feel by the Golden Bian Creek.

...

...

In addition to Qingshan, naturally, others would ask the roller blind man about Jing Jiu's whereabouts.

The roller shutter did not provide too many details, such as the wheelchair and the location where Jing Jiu finally appeared, but did not forget to mention the iron sword behind Jing Jiu.

Obviously, this is news after deliberate selection.

People only know that Jing Jiu has disappeared in the past few years and is preparing to break the territory. There are very few people who have been to Chaoge City, and no one knows that he has been to Xihai.

The iron sword is still there...that means that his realm is still stagnant, and even the Wuying Realm cannot be called perfect.

This made the practitioners feel a lot of emotion.

Could another genius stop and then be transformed into a name that is occasionally mentioned by time?

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...

Spring goes to summer solstice.

Ohara Castle is a famous summer resort in Chaotian Continent, but it is still a little stuffy.

In the meditation room, I woke up for the ninth time during the winter.

All the silk on her body had turned white, and was blown by the lake wind penetrated through the round window, breaking like gray, and then scattered invisibly.

Jing Jiu asked, "Have you stabilized?"

After winter, I nodded and felt the hot wind outside the window falling on my face. I felt a little displeased.

The insemination of the Taoist practitioners in the cold and heat does not mean that they do not like the cool world, especially those like her.

Jing Jiu noticed her expression and the fatigue between her eyebrows. After thinking about it, he got up and walked to the opposite side and picked her up.

Looking at him after winter, without expression.

Jing Jiu did not explain and directly carried her out of the meditation room and placed her in a wheelchair.

The sound of a wheelchair crushing bluestone sounded.

The days behind kept ringing.

Jing Jiu walked by the lake with a wheelchair, chasing the wind in the shade.

Now she no longer sleeps for a long time and can talk to him, but she doesn't speak as much as he imagined, and she is still silent more often.

When it was cloudy, he would push her to bask in the sun, but not long after, he would hear her irritable voice.

After a few days, the heat became deeper, the temple was in a deep valley, the wind was relatively weak, the lake was steaming, and it became even more stuffy.

I feel worse and worse during the winter and I keep complaining.

Jing Jiu knew that she was just too idle and wanted to go outside for a walk, so he asked the old nun where there were scenery nearby.

The old nun said that when they came, there was a lake at the intersection of the two streams. There were many lotus flowers growing in the lake. The scenery was very good and cool.

Ohara Castle is a famous summer resort in Chaotian Continent. Jing Jiu thought that if there was such a good place to go, he would be overcrowded and worried that it would be inconvenient.

The old nun said it was okay. There were very few people in Ohara City who knew that the lake was, especially in the early morning, so it was a great idea to take the girl to relax.

The next morning, Jing Jiu pushed his wheelchair away from the nun. The old nun watched him leave from behind, his face full of relief.

There is actually no lake at the intersection of the two streams, it is just a pool.

There are dense lotus branches growing in the pond, completely covering the water surface. The breeze is coming, and the pink lotus is tender and tender in the morning light, which is really beautiful.

Jing Jiu thought of the pool in the Demon Prison and found it interesting.

The wheelchair is parked by the densest water with lotus leaves.

The morning light is getting stronger.

Neither of them spoke.

Suddenly, the sound of water sounded in the pond, and the lotus leaves swayed, revealing a person.

The man waved his hands to the shore, floating in the water, and the pool water kept pouring into his mouth, unable to speak, and could only make a whimpering sound.

Jing Jiu and Jue Dong looked at him quietly, without saying anything or giving him a helping hand.

The man's eyes were full of despair and absurdity.

If he had time to think at this time, he would definitely think, you are so close, why don’t you save me?

Even if you don’t save me, why do you want to die like this quietly?

It didn't take long for the man to exhaust his energy and sank towards the bottom of the water. His straight hands slapped the lotus leaves helplessly.

Jing Jiu and the winter still remained unmoved.

After a while.

Jing Jiu said: "It's true."

After the winter, I was a little surprised and said, "I didn't suspect that the past is fake."

Jing Jiu was silent for a while and said, "I thought you wanted to make a decision before making a decision."

Zhuoyun looked at him and said, "I am disabled now, and you can only save me."

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...

The man lay on the ground, his chest slightly undulating, and he spit out some water from time to time, looking like a dying goldfish.

The man was very young, and he should be a young man from a rich family. For some reason, he appeared in this remote pool in the morning and almost drowned.

After a while, the young man finally recovered, got up with difficulty, bowed to Jing Jiu, and thanked him for helping him.

Then he turned to the winter in his wheelchair and wanted to thank him, but his body froze.

The girl in the wheelchair looked a little weak, but her expression was so calm, as if she had already looked down on life and death.

The young man's eyes lit up like stars.

He finally found his own light.

I don’t like this kind of warm look during the winter and said, “Let’s go.”

Jing Jiu pushed his wheelchair away.

The young man watched them leave in a daze, and then woke up after a while. He hurriedly chased after them, thanked them repeatedly, and asked them about their origins.

Jing Jiu ignored him.

I didn't look at him after winter.

The young man thought of a possibility and felt that his behavior was indeed very good, Meng Lang stuttered and said, "Two, two are..."

Jing Jiu is not ready to answer this question.

In fact, he didn't know what kind of relationship he should have with her.

In the past hundreds of years, they have fought several times, but the outcome is not important.

Gongsan Avenue, but he embarked on a completely different path.

It's not the enemy, but I swear not to meet again.

What is the relationship?

After hearing the past between Jingyang Zhenren and Lian Sanyue, Zhao had made his own judgment.

This relationship is very complicated.

That's why she was so alert when facing Shuiyue Temple.

Now it seems that Zhao Luyue’s judgment is very accurate.

The wheelchair suddenly stopped.

Because the hands of winter fell on both sides.

"We are brothers and sisters."

She said calmly.

Hearing this answer, the young man was extremely surprised and felt that the world was about to be drunk.

Jing Jiu's eyes drooped slightly, and his eyelashes remained motionless.

Just like lotus in the water.
Chapter completed!