Jing Jiu sat on the cosmic edge, left Shenmao Peak, broke through the clouds, and fell into Yunji Town with the clouds.

He walked into the restaurant and waited for the white soup in the pot to lower his fingers, the carriage arrived.

The glazed window on the roof of the car has been replaced with a new one, and the Gu family’s arrangements are still so appropriate.

A few days later, the carriage arrived in Chaonan City, Jing Jiu went to Baoshuju, left a list and left again.

The owner of Baoshuju looked at the names of the magic weapons on the list, sweat kept flowing on his face, thinking that these magic weapons would be either the treasures of a certain sect or the legendary things that had been lost for a long time. Where can I find them?

Jing Jiu did not take the bus anymore, bought a hat and walked away from the south city. In a few days, he arrived at the Daze.

The lake in summer is not as cool as people imagine. Instead, it looks particularly stuffy because it is covered by evaporated water vapor. Even if it is still motionless, it will sweat at any time, just like the poor boss of Baoshuju.

Perhaps because of this reason, no one can see it on the streets of the town, only the cicadas and frogs are intertwined.

Jing Jiu's body can soak for several hours even with slurry, so he will naturally not sweat due to the heat. He stood on the street wearing a hat, quietly listening to the sounds of cicadas and frogs, and the subtle movements hidden behind these sounds.

After entering the realm of Chengyi, Qingshan Sword Cultivator can sense all the sounds within dozens of feet, such as insects and grass, and Jing Jiu's perception ability is countless times stronger. If he did not use the Zen technique of Guocheng Temple to block some of his perception ability, even the sound of the chilling cicadas being ready to be as terrifying as thunder in his ears.

At this time, his five senses were fully opened, and the sounds from the small town and even the big lake suddenly surged into his ears.

There were several old men in the yard on the west side soaked their feet in buckets to play mahjong, and they kept talking nonsense. Even the old men's fingertips rubbed against the patterns on the mahjong plaques clearly. He thought to himself that you want a Hu Tong to be the same. Why are you so excited to touch a chicken?

Then he heard a lot of noises in the big lake, and it was constantly circulating. It was shrimp eating mud, fish eating grass, and then it was eaten by big fish. Finally, the greedy big fish was caught by a fake wooden fish and became the fisherman's meal on the plate tonight. So who was the fisherman working hard for?

Jing Jiu walked in the deserted streets and the stuffy summer breeze wearing a hat. He did not go crazy because of these sounds, nor did he feel too much emotion. He just seriously and focused on finding the unnatural traces of noise in the natural world, and it took him two full hours.

There is a clam shell in the dark drainage ditch in the town, and the sound comes from here.

It is very common for clams to spit water. Although the clam shell is very small and has a dry surface, it looks like a dead clam.

Jing Jiu walked to the drainage ditch and squatted down, and said to the clam: "The grudge between you and Qingshan is the most supreme. In fact, if it weren't for the instigation of the senior brother, those grudges might not exist. I think we can discuss some things."

The clam shell moved slightly, but did not give any further response.

Jing Jiu was looking for Emperor Xiao. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have thought that the sword escaper actually lived in a clam shell, but thinking about the words "Making a temple in a clam shell" seemed to be a natural thing.

The clam shell was just a disguise, and it was the tortoise shell that really protected Emperor Xiao and allowed him to successfully avoid the Qingshan Sword Formation to search for.

Even if Jing Jiu's right hand was not injured, he might not be able to cut the tortoise shell.

Emperor Xiao's voice came out of the clam shell: "You have always known that I live here, but I have no way to do anything to me. Why should I betray the real person to you? Can you still promise not to kill me?"

Jing Jiu said: "You misunderstood. I came to you not because of that matter, I just wanted to borrow a tortoise shell from you."

Emperor Xiao said helplessly: "I want to lend you the turtle shell, wouldn't it be a death sentence?"

Jing Jiu thought about it and found that this was indeed the case. Emperor Xiao could not agree to his request no matter what.

He glanced at his deformed right hand and thought to himself that he could only find another way.

At this time, a strong wind suddenly broke out on the Daze Lake.

The breath that scattered when Emperor Xiao spoke alarmed the powerful man from Daze who had been closely monitoring the town. The other party was rushing over with the wind and rain Taoist technique.

Aoyama and Osawa have a good relationship, but meeting them is also troublesome, so Jing Jiu turned around and left.

...

...

The river clam may have sneaked into the depths of the Daze, or it may have hid in the well in a certain courtyard. Emperor Xiao has been hiding under Daze's nose for so many years, and the Qingshan Sword Formation cannot kill him. As long as he doesn't come out, no one can do it. And if he doesn't make a sound, even Jing Jiu can't find him again.

Jing Jiu walked forward in the lake, waved his hand to dispel the annoying aquatic plants and ignorant little fish, thinking about the last Hupai celebration that he heard before entering the Daze, thinking that those mortals were playing Qingcheng mahjong, no wonder they were so happy to touch a little chicken with one hand.

The sap was extremely vast and the water was extremely deep. The deeper it went, the light of the sky became dimmer and the water plants became thinner, turning into a deserted white sand and stone land. The ignorant little fish was gradually replaced by ugly and ferocious big fish and monsters. When Jing Jiu walked to the center of the sap, about a hundred feet deep, there was no skylight at the bottom of the lake, and it was as dark as night. Of course, this had no effect on his sight. When the alien dragon with silver light swam over from afar, he stopped early.

He is like a real stone in static state, without breath or smell, and without the feeling of life. Not to mention the Tianyin alien dragon, even higher-level divine beasts are difficult to find his existence except for special existences such as Canglong and Corpse Dog.

In the past, he would take Liu Ada with him when he left Qingshan because he knew that he would encounter great trouble and a very strong opponent. This time he left Qingshan to cure his injuries. Naturally, he would not provoke those strong enemies. No one could find his existence, so naturally there would be no trouble.

A few days later, he walked out of the lake, and water kept flowing from his hat and clothes, wetting the sand under his feet.

This place is already hundreds of miles away on the northern bank of the Great Lakes. In the shallow water are densely covered with blue reeds, and in front are dense woods and there is no people.

Jing Jiu's intentions moved slightly, and the sword fire overflowed from his body, quickly evaporating the lake water on his body, but forgot that he was still wearing a hat.

The hat turned into blue smoke and disappeared, and his face was revealed.

Dozens of sand beaters circling back from the lake, preparing to fall back to the nest in the reeds. Suddenly, he looked at him on the beach, frightened, and the little fish in his mouth fell like rain.

Jing Jiu stretched out his hand to cut off more than ten reeds, and made a simple hat and put it on his head just like a braid for Zhao Layue with one hand.

His figure disappeared into the woods.

No one knew that he had been here, and no one knew where he was going, even the ghosts in the green mountains did not know.

...

...

In the next ten days, Jing Jiu headed north all the way, constantly looking for ways to heal his wounds.

In Guocheng Temple, it seems ordinary to have a monk crossing the sea to sacrifice his life, but since it is Taiping Zhenren's thunder method, it is naturally extraordinary.

During the journey north, Jing Jiu rarely rested, but occasionally bite a few bites of the mountain wind and drank some dew.

He would not feel hungry, but just wanted to do something that suits the situation and make himself look more like an immortal. I heard that the immortal's luck would not be too bad.

He searched all the things he remembered and the caves marked in his senior brother's notes, and went to several very famous mines, but he had no gains.

As time went by, he felt his right hand became increasingly ugly.

Although he knew it was an illusion, he still couldn't stand it.

One night, he stood by the cliff and looked at the stars in the night sky, thinking silently what to do if the thing in Chaoge City could not cure his injuries?

...

...

When we arrived at Chaoge City, midsummer had not passed yet, and the scorching sun shone the streets with no room for shadows.

Pedestrians either hold umbrellas or wear hats to protect the sun, while Jing Jiu wears a hat that he bought in Yuqun, and is not eye-catching when walking.

Walking into the alley and coming to the door of the house, he habitually looked back at Taichang Temple. The newly built Taichang Temple a few years ago was exactly the same as the previous one, but I don’t know that it was because there was no rain, and the black eaves no longer had a stern meaning like before, but they were blindly dead.

There was a lock hanging on the door of Jing's house. I thought everyone had gone out, and I didn't know whether it was visiting friends or relatives. Jing Jiu looked at the lock and thought about it seriously, but he still didn't remember whether it was a day for the court officials to rest. He didn't remember where the key was hidden, so he pushed the blue brick in.

He only thought about saving a lock for the Jing family, but he did not think that the Duke Lu Mansion would lose a piece of precious porcelain.

When he walked into the study and confirmed that the pieces on the chessboard had not changed at all from that year, Jing Jiu nodded, then looked at the Prince Lu Ming, who had already stood there respectfully, and said, "Let your father come here."

Lu Ming breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the Duke's Mansion through the tunnel. Looking at the large Junkiln vessel that had fallen into pieces, he sighed and quickly prepared to enter the palace.

Less than half an hour later, Duke Lu, who was discussing the country with His Majesty the Emperor, rushed back and came to the Jing House through the tunnel panic.

In Guocheng Temple, he told Jing Jiu that His Majesty is under a lot of pressure now and hopes that Jing Jiu will come to Chaoge City. Unexpectedly, Jing Jiu will come in less than a year. This made him feel that his opinions are highly valued by Jing Jiu. He was in a very happy mood. He smiled and said, "I really didn't expect you to come so quickly."

Jing Jiu didn't know why he was so happy and said, "I'm going to Taichang Temple. Are you still watching Zhongzhou?"

Duke Lu was stunned for a moment and realized that his coming to Chaoge City had nothing to do with what he said. He smiled bitterly and said, "Canglong is dead, and the Demon Suppression Prison is now only an empty shell. The Zhongzhou School will feel humiliated and angry when you look at it. How could you pay attention to the affairs in Taichang Temple?"

In the afternoon, Jing Jiu pretended to be a manager and followed Duke Lu into Taichang Temple, and then disappeared into the yard.

There is a newly built tunnel deep in Taichang Temple, leading to the depths of the Demon Suppression Prison. There are many green bamboos and many wild flowers planted around the entrance.

In a remote corner, there is a cluster of purple flowers.

Jing Jiu came to the clump of purple flowers and said, "I picked it back from here after tying the bell that I tied on your neck for a while."

After saying this, he remembered that Liu Ada did not come out with him this time, and was still at the top of the Shenmao Peak.

He shook his head and reached out to dig out the soil under the purple flowers. He paid great attention to his movements and did not hurt the purple flowers' roots.

There is a piece of white thing buried in the soil under the purple flowers. The tentacles are warm, but there is a faint evil spirit. It is definitely not a beautiful jade or a magic weapon.

That was a bone.

Jing Jiu picked up the bone cutting and observed it carefully, and said, "Seriously, how can you play the song?"

After saying this, he remembered that Emperor Dark had been dead for many years and had not done what he promised him.

...

...

When he sneaked into the Demon Suppression Prison, he saw a piece of the bones of a big monster in the stomach of the Bitan, Canglong.

The venom in the Bitan is very terrible and has extremely strong corrosion ability. Not to mention the physical body of a practitioner, even magic weapons and fairy swords cannot be preserved.

That big monster must be very powerful, and may even be at the same level as the Zen son's adopted father, so that he can achieve immortality in the demon bones.

Before his death, Emperor Nether used this demon bone to blow a lullaby of the Styx.

In addition to the peerless powerhouses of the human race, Jing Jiu also heard this song in Chaoge City.

...

...

Back to the well house.

Jing Jiu walked into the study and arranged a formation to avoid being disturbed.
To be continued...