Jing Jiu did not look up and continued to grind the demon bones, with a focused expression.

During the high-speed friction, the demon bones kept throwing out bone meal and landing on the table. It seemed that there were many crystals mixed in it, shining.

The girl saw that he was not grinding the skin, and was very curious, and even forgot about his sadness. She asked, "What are you doing?"

Jing Jiu thought that he shouldn't be afraid of hurting the little girl took the initiative to withdraw the formation.

No matter what your relationship with Iri, it is always bad to be so noisy.

The girl lay on the windowsill and looked at him and continued to ask: "Is this the powder made of jade mud? It looks so good."

Jing Jiu looked up at her, thinking that he would not let her faint.

The girl was stunned when she saw his face. She subconsciously covered her mouth and did not scream. She said in a daze: "You look so beautiful."

There was really no new statement. Jing Jiu ignored her and lowered her head to continue sharpening her sword.

The girl's eyes frosted back and forth between his face and the pile of bright "powder", and murmured: "No wonder my sister said that the woman's face was piled up with money."

Someone actually used nephrite as powder, which is really too luxurious. Even though her family is the top-level family in Chaoge City, she dared not make this idea. Then she thought, was it because she spent little money and failed to use such extreme powder and was not good-looking enough that Brother Li refused to elope with her?

"You... can you give me some of this kind of cosmetics?"

The girl looked at Jing Jiu and begged, "I don't want to be as good as you, it's one-tenth of it."

Jing Jiu naturally ignored her and continued to concentrate on sharpening her sword, striving to ensure that the angle and strength of each move were extremely perfect.

No matter how rare the scene is, it will become boring after watching it for a long time. After half an hour, the girl finally disappeared by the window.

Of course, it may also be because the door of Jingzhaiyuan was pushed open from the outside.

Jing Shang took his father and his wife to Zhaoyuan outside Chaoge City to escape the summer heat. Although the two families were very close and there was no problem, they were other people's manors after all, and the Zhao family had a deep foundation in Chaoge City, which was far beyond the reach of him, an official of Taichang Temple, so they lived there for more than ten days before returning.

Mrs. Jing took the servant to cook and prepare food. Mr. Jing went to the east wing to care about whether the birds he raised were thin, for fear that his grandson would forget to feed them. Jing merchant immediately came to the study in advance of the bucket and cleaning utensils, and prepared to scrub the tables and chairs inside as usual, in order to be spotless.

As long as others are in Chaoge City, they will do this every day.

So no matter when Jing Jiu came, what he saw was spotless and without any changes in the same study.

Jing Shang opened the door of the study and confirmed that there was no change in the furnishings inside today. There was only one person added. He said in surprise: "Ah! You... are you back?"

Jing Jiu was concentrating on sharpening his sword, not wanting to be disturbed, but looking at the bucket in Jing Shang's hand and the rag hanging in his arms, he felt that he seemed to be saying something.

At first, he was about to say that he had worked hard for the years, but he felt that he had said it once before, so he asked, "Have you eaten?"

The Jing family just came back from Zhaoyuan outside the city, so naturally they didn't eat. The fragrance of rice and vegetable leaves that grew in the kitchen are also proof of.

Jing Shang misunderstood what he meant and invited him to the flower hall for dinner.

Jing Jiu naturally would not spend his time on boring things like eating, but he still went to the flower hall with him and prepared to spend his precious time talking to the family.

Gossiping is what he is most not good at. He looked at Jing's father, who was covered in silver hair and a little embarrassed, nodded slightly, thinking that the pills given by Gu Qing looked good.

Jing Li saluted him respectfully, her eyes full of admiration.

Jing Jiu did not ask him about his study and practice with Prince Jing Yao. He looked at him and said, "The progress is slower. If it really doesn't work, go to Qingshan."

Listening to this, Jing Shang was very surprised and thought that he would have such a fate?

Jing Li was a little depressed. He was already in the realm of inheriting the arts. Jing Yao, who had the blood of the royal family, was far inferior to him. The Jin Gongsheng in the palace said that he had excellent talent, but it was still slow. Besides, he could go to Qingshan. Of course, he knew it was an extremely rare immortal fate, but in that case, wouldn’t he really want to separate from Shier?

...

...

Jing Jiu didn't know what Jing Li was thinking, and even if she knew, she wouldn't care.

Qingshan Governor personally enlightened himself, and he could learn swords with him as long as he wanted. This is the best beginning for any practitioner.

But no matter who leads it into the door, it is ultimately everyone who depends on himself.

Everyone has their own ideas, it's not a pity.

Jing Jiu returned to the study and continued to concentrate on sharpening his sword. His hand speed became faster and faster, and soon he found the time wasted in the flower hall.

There was an extremely slight friction between his arm and the demon bone, and there was also a warm feeling, which sounded very pleasant.

At least it was beautiful and even wonderful for him.

For the next three days and three nights, he did not rest for a moment, and even his posture did not change at all.

Until the sound of footsteps came outside the window.

Jing Jiu stopped and felt a little sore in his arms.

This is a rare thing for him.

The demon bone was indeed too hard, mainly because he was moving too fast.

If one friction is considered as one sword drawing, he will produce at least one hundred thousand swords in these three days and three nights.

Even if the idiotic sword cultivator has produced so many swords in such a short time, I think he can understand the true meaning of the sword, let alone him.

Through three days and three nights of sharpening swords, he has gained a new understanding of the understanding of swordsmanship and consumed a lot of energy for it.

"Pour me a cup of tea." Jing Jiu said.

Naturally, the Jing family would not come to disturb him, and the girl came outside the window was still the one who came.

She is the youngest granddaughter in the mansion and has always been very favored by her grandfather. Not to mention the spring water, no matter what season you are in, it will not touch the water, naturally including tea.

Logically speaking, listening to Jing Jiu's words, she should lose her temper, at least she will show a little bit of pampering. But I don't know if it was because she wanted to get those "foods" or something else, she actually pushed open the door of the study, poured Jing Jiu a cup of tea, and then stood beside her obediently.

Jing Jiu took the cup of tea and drank it, his eyes drooped slightly, and said, "Do you know me?"

The girl's face showed an uneasy expression, and her voice trembled slightly and said, "I know you are Master Jing Jiuxian."

Jing Jiu remembered the habits of Liu Ci and Zhuo Rusui, and found that this was very easy to deal with, so he nodded.

Well, this word is very interesting. As the tone fluctuates, it can express countless meanings.

Sometimes it means agreeing, sometimes it means doubt, sometimes it means anger. It is also a slight provocation of the tail sound, but it also has two functions: asking questions and provoking.

For lazy people in the Aoyama Sect, it is indeed a skill that they should master.

Jing Jiu was naturally asking questions.

The girl said timidly: "I heard from Brother Li that you are his uncle. You are like a real immortal. I remembered that it must be you after I returned home that day."

Jing Jiu said, "Hmm?"

The girl quickly said, "Brother Li has never told me anything else, nor has I told anyone that you are in Chaoge City."

Jing Jiu said: "Yes."

The girl felt relieved and looked at the pile of shiny powder on the table. After all, she couldn't help but be curious and asked softly: "What are you doing?"

Jing Jiu said: "Sharpen the sword."

The girl was stunned and wondered where the sword was?

Jing Jiu said, "Don't come in the future."

The girl knew that this was her last chance, so she mustered up the courage and prepared to say the words she had thought about in the mansion for three days.

"Don't say it."

Jing Jiu said: "I don't want to hear any story. Tell Jing Li that I drank a cup of tea for you, that's it."

The girl was stunned again, suddenly understood what he meant, thanked her repeatedly, and ran out of the study to find Jing Li.

Jing Jiu put down the teacup and continued to sharpen his sword.

This cup of tea is cold and has been kept for three days and three nights.

If the girl noticed this, maybe he would do more, such as asking the palace to make a marriage decision.

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...

In early autumn, the demon bone was finally ground up by him and turned into a pile of bone powder on the table.

Jing Jiu walked to the window, raised his hands, and carefully observed and compared it with the high sky as the background.

His right arm has been repaired a lot, and there is no obvious deformation, but it is still a little different from his left hand.

For example, the finger joints are a little prominent, like candied haws strung on wooden sticks, and the wrists are still a little twisted.

The degree of twisting at the wrist is actually very small. If you don’t observe carefully, you can’t see it at all, but it still makes him feel very dazzling.

His eyes cannot tolerate nails or any imperfections.

He needed to continue sharpening his sword, but the demon bone had been sharpened. Where should I find a new sharpening stone?

The universe broke out from the bookshelf and walked around outside the well house at a very fast speed, gently tapping a blue brick.

The blue bricks sank, the stone balls rolled, and the Duke's mansion lost another precious utensil.

A moment later, Duke Lu came to the study panting, thinking that something was going to happen again?

"It's good for your health after taking it back and drinking it."
Chapter completed!