Since many years ago, Jing Jiu liked to lie on a bamboo chair and play the game of piled sand in this porcelain plate.

At that time, neither Liu Shisui nor Zhao Layue knew what this kind of game was. It was not until the Meihui in Chaoge City that he said a few words after a shocking game of chess with Tong Yan that he vaguely understood that this was a means of deduction and calculation.

Many years have passed, and Jing Jiu gradually stopped playing this kind of game. People on Shenmo Peak rarely see this porcelain plate and the fine sand, until today.

A fine grain of sand falls down and becomes a picture.

The surface of the undulating painting of the country is extremely smooth and there is no gap.

That's because all the sand was arranged in close and orderly manner according to his ideas.

This requires unimaginable spatial construction and computing power, which cannot be done by humans.

The scenery garden is quiet, and the wind blows through the stream and the flowers and trees by the stream, and does not dare to make any sound.

Ping Yongjia stared at the sand map in the porcelain plate with her eyes wide open, thinking that Master is so powerful, this is even more difficult than ascension?

At some point, Ada left Zhao Layue's arms, and lay obediently opposite Jing Jiu, with his butt sticking out, looking extremely respectful.

Zhao Layue’s reaction was the most ordinary and natural, maybe because she watched Jing Jiu play with sand the most?

She hugged her knees and looked at the sand in the porcelain plate with her face sideways. The breeze blew the messy hair, flew past her eyes, cutting the black and white eyes into countless worlds.

Her eyes suddenly became brighter, not because she saw the true meaning of the Great Dao from these sands, but because tears gradually filled it.

I don’t know what she thought of, but she was so sad.

Back then, after hearing the piano sounds of Sanyue, Jing Jiu said four words that he didn't understand.

At that time, she only felt that he had become far away at that moment.

Now she is a powerful man at the peak of the Sea. There are few things in the world that she doesn't understand, so she naturally understands what the so-called far means.

He only needs enough time now to be able to get far enough away.

“It’s still early.”

Jing Jiu knew what she was thinking, so he reached out and rubbed her head to express comfort.

Zhao Layue's short hair became even more messy under his palms.

Jing Jiu took out a braid and handed it to her.

This was cut off when she left Chaoge City Jing's house a hundred years ago. Gu Qing was doing things with scrupulous and meticulously and kept it under his pillow.

"It's so dirty." Zhao Layue looked at her with some disgust, but did not go to pick it up. She directly ignited the sword fire at her fingertips, burning the braid into blue smoke.

Whether it is the cut hair, the peach blossoms at the entrance of Shuiyue Temple, or the crabapple tree, you can do it, but the green mountains still have to go back.

The group left Jingyuan and went to Yunji Town.

The restaurant that has been passed down for more than 200 years has long since been cooking any other dishes, only making various hot pots.

With the protection of the Gu family, as well as the support of tourists from all over the world, even practitioners, the restaurant's business is naturally good and unimaginable, but today they naturally dare not take on any business.

Unfortunately, the people in Jingyuan had just had a hot pot today, and the shopkeeper could only kneel on the ground and watched the figures disappear from their eyes in extreme disappointment.

When he arrived outside a house, Jing Jiu looked at the carriage inside through the courtyard wall and continued walking forward.

Although he did not control the sword, he only followed his feet, and with his current cultivation level, it took him only a short time to cross the mountain road and come outside the Nanshan Gate.

The thick fog dissipated without the wind, and the simple and even somewhat simple stone gate appeared in front of everyone. The famous Qingshan Deacon under the door sat behind the table and was no longer the same person as he was back then.

Jing Jiu did not alarm the man and walked under the stone gate. The mountain breeze blew and the white clothes fluttered slightly, like clouds and mist.

Zhao Luyue hugged A Da and everyone followed him in.

Not far from Nanshan Gate is Nansong Pavilion. Jing Jiu performed the outer door practice here, if sleeping can be considered as practice.

There were green pine trees like umbrellas and covers everywhere. There were diligent outer disciples sitting under the pine tree, with white hot fog emitting above their heads. Occasionally, you could hear the sound of boxing in the depths of the pine forest.

He did not meet the young outer disciples, nor was he interested in guiding them in their practice, and went straight through the pine forest to the small building.

Many years ago, he returned to Qingshan and walked like this, just like a lion inspecting his own territory. What is he going to do today?

Zhuo Rusui and Yuanqu looked at each other, and they were a little nervous.

The person guarding the small building was an elder Shi Yuefeng. Looking at the people who broke into the building, he was about to ask a few questions when he suddenly looked at Jing Jiu's face, subconsciously rubbed his eyes, then screamed, and then bowed.

Jing Jiu waved his hand to signal him to get up, raised his hands and began to look at the portraits in the building.

From the beginning of Qingshan’s sect, I have always seen Master Daoyuan, Master Chen Zhou, and then... Taiping Zhenren and himself.

The portrait of Liu Ci is placed at the end.

Jing Jiu stood in front of this portrait for a while, suddenly pointed to the two portraits in front and said, "It's taken down."

The elder Shi Yuefeng was shocked when he heard this, but did not dare to object. He trembled with his hands and took off the portrait, and then asked: "The real person of the head, then this..."

Jing Jiu said: "Who will die between me and him in a few days? Let's hang up again."

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There is a mountain outside Shangzhou City, which is not very famous or scenic. It is just a dozen ordinary farmers, each surrounding the yard, and they are quite eager to never interact with each other.

In the most quiet and remote farm yard, there is a disrepaired stone mill. Yin Feng stood on the stone mill with great power, but one tail feather was broken, looking a little pitiful, just like a rooster crowing every morning, but suddenly found that the sun had not risen for several days.

"Why! Why is his luck so good! Why is he winning again this time!"

Yin Feng began to pace on the stone mill, looking quite anxious, like a tiger trapped in a cage for many years, and his voice became more and more sharp and harsh: "It's obvious that the real person has figured out everything. It only takes more than ten years for Xiao Si to become the leader. We can return to Qingshan and secretly take over the power. Beidang Zhongzhou and Nanping Guocheng. Then we control Chaoge City in our hands. Chaotian Continent is ours... But why did he wake up at this time! And it's so powerful!"

"Bah!" Xuanyin Ancestor spitted thick phlegm on the ground, cleared his throat again, and continued to hold an oily flesh and bone to chew on it.

Yin Feng looked at him with some disgust and said, "How come you can't even put this kind of meat on your mouth? It's so disgusting! It's hard for you to eat, can't you throw it away?"

The ancestor Xuanyin put the flesh and bones in his hand on the stone mill, gasped for a few breaths, and said, "I have bad teeth now, so I have a bad appetite, otherwise why can't I eat it?"

Yin Feng mocked, "I have never seen such a stupid evil devil like you. That's all things! You dare to swallow it. With such a big hole in your stomach, how can your stomach be better?"

The ancestor Xuanyin said seriously: "I am different from you. It's not the impact of the injury, it's just... I'm a little old."

Hearing the words "old" and Yin Feng fell into silence, looking at his sight with more pity.

It is guarded by Qingshan, with a long life span and many years of life, but the ancestor Xuanyin... is really old.

The farmhouse yard became extremely quiet, and the wind blew from the west, making the twilight clear and the stars in the sky began to brighten.

The ancestor Xuanyin looked at the big locust tree outside the yard and sighed in an old voice: "Real person, I haven't had a few years since I've been floating in the world with you for so long. When will it be the first?"

A young man sat on the top of the big locust tree, his red clothes were particularly eye-catching in the remaining twilight, as if he was about to burn.

His left arm had recovered as before, but he looked extremely white and tender, like a newborn baby, or like a lotus root just dug out of the mud.

I don’t know if this is the magical power brought by the transformation, but even the injuries caused by a sword of all things can be cured.

"Yes, when will this day end?"

Yin San squatted on the treetops, picked up a stone in his hand, and smashed it at a mouse in the field.
Chapter completed!