After the summer, heavy snow suddenly fell in Chaoge City.

The snow lasted for three days.

The temperature dropped sharply and some thin ice formed on the lake surface.

Jing Jiu went to Zhaoyuan.

During the day, he covered his face with a hat.

At night, he stared at the stars in a daze.

The snow stopped, the clouds dissipated, and the stars in the sky were suddenly painted with a hint of blood. It was not an unlucky symbol, but Zhao's twelfth lunar month has arrived.

The boat sank slightly, and the sound of breaking ice sounded, which was the sound she made deliberately.

Jing Jiu turned his head and said, "Here are you here?"

Zhao Layue nodded, sat down beside him, took his hand and placed it on his face.

Hundreds of light appeared in the night sky, not meteors, but sword light.

Aoyama Sect came to Chaoge City and was ready to welcome their Lord Jianlu back.

Although the people have left and the wind and snow have stopped, the solemnity and cleanliness need to be brought back.

Jing Jiu retracted his gaze toward the night sky and asked, "Where is Nan Wang?"

"Stay in Qingshan." Zhao Layue put down his hand and said softly: "She seems very sad."

Nan Wang is the junior sister of Taiping Zhenren. The two senior brothers who love her the most are gone now. What should she do in the future?

She is already a great creature in the realm of heaven. No one in the world dares to exaggerate her, but what should she do?

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Jing Jiu and Zhao Leyue left Chaoge City and did not go back to Qingshan directly, but went outside Ohara City.

Walking through the mountain stream full of lotus flowers, passing through the stone path among the mountains, bypassing the stone lying among the grass, seeing the already ancient wooden bridge, we came to the Sanqian Courtyard.

The teacher of Sanqian Academy did not know which generation of the old teacher was the successor of the old teacher back then, and did not know Jing Jiu, but he did not wear a hat. The teacher looked at his face and Zhao Layue's black short hair and guessed their identity, and quickly welcomed them respectfully.

There is a stream under the bridge. The place where the houses were once by the stream has now become a forest. There is a grave in the woods. It looks a little lonely, but it is not lonely.

The master knew the relationship between Jing Jiu and the temple and his relationship with Sanqianyuan. Seeing his eyes on the tomb, he was worried that he would not like it, so he quickly explained: "This is the tomb of Li Dashanren, seven years ago..."

Jing Jiu signaled that there was no need to say anything, and took Zhao Layue to the grave and said, "This is the Young Master Li that I told you."

There is no name of Mr. Li on the tombstone, only four characters.

Different paths lead to the same destination.

The first two words talk about the extraordinary paths of immortals and mortals.

The last two words mean that we will eventually return to the Avenue of the Great Road.

Mr. Li will still die after taking the pill.

Even Sanyue is the strongest person in Chaotian Continent and will die.

Zhao Layue suddenly said, "I think the person in his painting... is for three months."

Many years ago, Mr. Li's family was in trouble. A painting that had been treasured for many years was deceived by a so-called friend and was sent by Gu Qing to take it back. She had seen it at Shenmo Peak.

There is a fog on the old cliff in the starry night, and a girl holding an umbrella in the fog.

The girl had her eyebrows and eyes as a thread, her expression was gentle, but she was extremely indifferent.

Jing Jiu didn't say anything, nor did he look for the painting.

The painting is inherited from the Li family. If the girl in the painting was three months apart from hundreds of years ago, then it may explain why Mr. Li was deeply in love.

Of course, this explanation may not be correct or necessary.

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This is Zhao’s first visit to the Three Thousand Hospital in the twelfth lunar month.

Walking across the bridge and coming to the temple, she saw the round window and the lake view outside the window. Just like everyone else, her mood became much calmer.

Then her eyes moved down and landed on the couch in the temple.

Bai Zao was still sleeping on the couch, and he didn't know when the fairy energy in his body would be fully absorbed.

Over the past century, the silk on her body has become much broken, revealing her face.

In her sleep, she frowned slightly, and she still looked so carefree.

"It's good to just fall asleep like this." Zhao Layue said.

Jing Jiu said: "Yes, I'm still alive after all."

Zhao Layue turned around and looked at him and asked, "Where did she leave?"

Jing Jiu said: "It's here."

Under the eaves are where the morning light begins.

This is where I left for three months.

Zhao Layue stepped forward and hugged him, patted his back gently, and said, "It's okay, I won't leave."

Jing Jiu raised his right hand and patted her on her back.

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Then they went to Baicheng and landed in the courtyard on the edge of the snow field. They met He Zhan and Seser. Zhao ate two grilled fish. Jing Jiu glanced at the pear tree a few times. Walked out of the courtyard and walked on the field full of mud and residual snow. Zhao royue suddenly said: "Gu Qing grew up in a big family and can't figure out some things."

He Zhan and Seser have been together for decades, and Liu Shisui and Ying Xiaohe have been together for more than a hundred years. They have not gotten married or held any ceremony. They don’t care what the world thinks. Anyway, people can’t see it, so there is no trouble.

Jing Jiu said: "He thinks a lot, so it's easy to get things troublesome."

This is the first time they discussed what happened to Gu Qing. Zhao Layue was a little confused and said, "Is this kind of thing that is so interesting?"

Many, many years ago, when they looked at the building on the Zhaixing Tower in Shangzhou, she once asked the same question.

Jing Jiu said: "If you like it, don't like it, you like it, and if you don't like it, you can form many combinations, and sometimes it's still interesting."

Zhao Layue said: "I understand if I like it, but the love in the book often makes people lose their minds and feel pain. I don't understand why this is."

"The so-called love is the attraction between men and women, the peace and commitment brought by intimacy."

Jing Jiu said: "Commitment is shackles, with a sense of ritual and pressure. Just like cooking meat, the taste is easy to be rich. Of course, breaking promises itself is also very attractive to humans. In short, as mentioned earlier, various combinations are interesting."

Zhao Layue flew to him and said, "It seems like you understand so much."

Jing Jiu said: "This kind of thing is not complicated, you can understand it by thinking more."

Zhao Layue thought for a while and said, "Why wouldn't it still be boring if you say so?"

Jing Jiu said, "Yes."

While talking, the two had already walked to a rather simple Buddhist temple.

Zenzi lived here in Baicheng.

The temple gate was very quiet, and three or two monks came in and out in silence. Suddenly, a famous middle-aged monk stopped and looked at Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu also felt that the monk looked familiar and was a little close for no reason.

The middle-aged monk looked at Jing Jiu's face and was stunned for a moment. He woke up and his eyes were filled with surprise.

Jing Jiu also recognized who the other party was. It was the young monk who had met several times. After more than a hundred years, the other party's face was covered with wind and frost. He could not recognize him immediately, and the old monk was not by his side.

The middle-aged monk was about to speak, but subconsciously covered his mouth. Then he thought that his master was dead and no one wanted to practice silence on his own. He couldn't help but feel sad and cried.

From beginning to end, he didn't say a word. Jing Jiu just saw his expression change, and guessed what happened, and reached out and patted his shoulder.

The middle-aged monk cried even more sadly.

For some reason, Jing Jiu always liked the master and apprentice very much. Knowing that the old monk had passed away, he felt so sad when he saw him crying so sadly, and he felt unbearable and slapped it down with a palm.

Zhao Layue widened her eyes and thought to herself, do you think that life is painful, and he won’t be sad if you beat him to death?

With a light bang, Jing Jiu's palm fell on the head of the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk fell to the ground and snored.

"Thank you." Zenzi walked out of the courtyard gate and glanced at the middle-aged monk, thinking that Fuyuan was really indefinite. Who would have thought that this young man with ordinary talents could actually receive the initiation of Jingyang Zhenren?

Jing Jiu said, "No need to thank me, it has nothing to do with you Guocheng Temple, it's just that I like this child."

Zenzi asked, "Why?"

Jing Jiu thought for a while and said, "Maybe it because he likes to talk?"

Zenzi said, "Didn't you think I was talking too much back then?"

Jing Jiu said: "The same is true now."
To be continued...