Jing Jiu is not interested in those specific pictures.

He has read the book.

There are paintings in those books.

Zhao Layue looked at it for a while, shook her head and said, "I still don't understand, what's the point of such a thing?"

Jing Jiu said: "Natural things have natural interests. If they are really boring, how can the human race reproduce?"

Zhao Layue said: "I understand the truth. All people have limited lifespans, and they can understand it even if they are greedy for pleasure. But why are there many people in the Taoist practiced Taoism indulging in this way? There are also those evil sects whose realm is as high as that of my uncle who travels to the wild realm, but they still miss this matter and even pick flowers everywhere."

"Yin and Yang Tao are also Tao, so I will not mention the evil Tao methods. As far as I know, the monks of Dongyi Tao actually have a lot of attention to dual cultivation, and may be able to see a corner of the Tao."

Jing Jiu said: "The Qingshan does not practice this Tao, but there are many Taoist couples between the Xilai Peak and the Shangde Peak."

Zhao Layue naturally knew, and even knew Gu Han’s thoughts, but she had never thought about it.

Jing Jiu said, "Let's go."

Zhao royue nodded, seemed calm, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The night breeze blew her short hair even more messy, but it could not reduce the temperature on her face.

The scene I just saw made her sword heart slightly restless.

She looked at Jing Jiu and found that he was really looking normal. She couldn't help but admire him, thinking that she was worthy of being the most trusted successor of Uncle Master, and her Taoism was indeed very profound.

Just as they turned around and were about to leave, they suddenly heard a scream not far away.

Immediately afterwards, they heard the sound of sticks falling on people, the woman's miserable crying and endless insults.

Zhao Layue looked at Jing Jiu and asked, "What should I do?"

Jing Jiu said: "Practitioners generally do not interfere in worldly affairs."

Zhao Layue noticed the two general words in his sentence.

Jing Jiu said again: "There are countless tragic things, countless evil people, and they will be impure to kill them."

Zhao Layue said: "So it is pure if you don't see it?"

Jing Jiu said: "Yes."

Zhao Layue said: "What if I meet?"

Jing Jiu said: "It depends on your mood."

"I don't think so."

Zhao Layue said: "I do whatever I want. If I can't do this, then what else can I practice?"

Jing Jiu said, "It's up to you."

Zhao Layue said: "You are here?"

The sound of sticks in the distance had stopped, and only the woman's crying and insults continued.

Jing Jiu looked at the distance and said, "I can't reach it."

Zhao Layue looked over there and pinched a sword technique.

The Fox Sword broke through the sky and blew an unlucky red color on the night sky of Shangzhou City.

Several heavy objects fell to the ground in the alley in the distance, and then a scream.

The next moment, the Fox Sword broke through the air and returned.

Jing Jiu did not expect that Zhao rosy's sword was so straightforward and neat.

Thinking that she had said on the Holy Peak that she was fierce, he laughed.

While patrolling outside Qingshan, Zhao Luyue once killed some monsters.

Yin San died in front of her, and that was killed by Master Meng.

Zuo Yi died in front of her, and that was Jing Jiusha.

Today is her first time killing someone.

Her right hand trembled slightly.

At this moment, she saw Jing Jiu's warm smile and felt a little calmer.

Jing Jiu stretched out his hand and rubbed her head, his eyes full of relief.

In Zhao Layue's opinion, this was really strange, and he couldn't help but say, "Are you sick?"

Jing Jiu didn't say anything, and handed her the hat and put his own on it.

When he chose her, he didn't think too much about it.

Now it seems that this decision is correct.

The little girl has the style of killing her with one sword back then.

Shangzhou City woke up.

There was a light illuminating the alley, and footsteps were heard, mixed with the scolding of soldiers.

A thin little girl was lying in the corner of the wall, with a pale face, her eyes were scattered, her clothes were messy, and her lips, which were peeling due to dryness, kept moving, and she didn't know what she was saying.

Around her, four headless corpses were lying on her body, with blood rushing all over the ground, and her head rolled far away, with an obscene and violent expression on her face. It seemed that at the moment before her death, she didn't know what had happened and did not feel any danger.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue have left. They don’t know that the thin little girl escaped from the brothel, nor do they know whether the little girl can’t escape the miserable end. The brothel has a background in Shangzhou City, so who knows what the ending of this story will be.

If we look at the perspective of doing good, it is not appropriate for them to do this, at least it is not perfect.

But as Jing Jiu said, there are countless evil things and countless evil people, and they will be impure to kill them. Even if you are a real god, you can't control it.

The supreme ruthlessness is something that every practitioner must learn when returning to the world.

When the monks in Guocheng Temple were in the world, they chose another completely different path.

Jing Jiu respects this very much, but will not accept it.

Because the monks in Guocheng Temple have lived a hard life, whether it is now or in the past, even those who have left, such as the Knife Saint.

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Jing Jiu and Zhao walked in the night outside Shangzhou City in the twelfth lunar month. They seemed unhappy, but they could easily reach more than a hundred feet away.

I understand the truth, but it takes some time to accept it.

They walked silently for an hour, until the first ray of morning light appeared on the horizon, and Zhao royue started to speak.

"I want to control the sword."

“It’s windy.”

"I want to have a breath of wind."

"Why should there be wind in your heart?"

"Do you know? Some people in Qingshan suspect that you are a monk from Guocheng Temple."

"This guess is a bit meaningful."

Zhao Layue rarely showed her little daughter's appearance, stared at him and said, "I want to fly."

Jing Jiu looked at her and said, "I remember you once said, if you can't land on the ground, what's the point of flying high?"

When he tried to give up checking Feisheng, Zhao Layue said this when he tried to see Yin San's corpse outside Yunji Town.

Zhao Layue looked at his eyes and said, "But you have also said that the purpose of practicing Taoism is not to be competitive, to pursue meaning, or to fly higher."

Jing Jiu said, "I'll just say it."

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As the sun rose, a red satin suddenly appeared on the ground ahead.

Looking closely, it turned out to be a very wide river, reflecting the warm red light.

The river flows, and the red satin seems to be moving constantly, as if it is real.

This is the largest river in the south of Chaotian Continent - turbid water.

Jing Jiu and Zhao twelfth lunar month walked over there, walked past a cliff, followed the sound of surging water, and arrived at the south bank of the turbid water.

The turbid water is more than a thousand feet wide, and there is a big city on the other side. Even if it is so far away, you can see the towering buildings inside.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue felt the aura of many formations.

That is the most important city facing south, the human dynasty in the south.

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Chapter completed!