Jing Jiu was sleeping in the meditation room and never woke up.

Come west and hold the Yin Feng Wu Jian by the lake, without saying a word.

Against this background, Yuan Qu and Zhuo Rusui walked in with tea sets and hot pot in. The picture looks ridiculous.

Zhao Layue was very calm and asked, "Why did you come so late?"

The Blue Bird News came back, the true man Guangyuan and Nan Wang came, the Qingshan Sword Boat came, and the house beside the lotus pond was repaired, and the two guys came over.

Yuan Qu held the iron kettle and bowed, looking like a guy in the teahouse: "Master, we went to find something."

The hot pot was boiling, and the coal inside was emitting red light. You can imagine how hot it was when you hug it. Zhuo Rusui was not afraid, but still felt a little awkward and said, "It will take some time to wait for the soup to boil!"

Zhao Layue knew what they were thinking and waved her hand to signal them to go to the hem of the hallway to set the table.

Yuan Qu put the iron kettle and tea cup on the floor under the corridor, ran to Xunshi and asked for a small stove, and then started cooking tea.

Zhuo Rusui put down the hot pot, then went to borrow tables and chairs, and sighed all the way.

Looking at the movement, I walked through the Zen room from the lake to the corridor, looking at the lively scene, raising my eyebrows slightly, not knowing what everyone was doing.

On the way between Zhuo Rusui and Yuanqu, he knew that the West Sea Sword God was here, and his realm was even more unfathomable than that of the past. When he saw each other appear, he suddenly turned into two wooden men, standing under the corridor without moving, full of the style of the God-Suprem.

He looked at Zhuo Rusui in the west, said it was good, then looked at Yuanqu again, and said it was normal.

Although the other party is an enemy of Qingshan Sect, he is the West Sea Sword God after all, and is recognized by the world-renowned swordsman master. Zhuo Rusui raised his eyebrows proudly, while Yuan Qu's expression remained unchanged. I think he has long been used to this sense of frustration.

Zhao Layue said: "The soup is about to be dried up."

Zhuo Rusui and Yuanqu woke up, and did not care about the oppression and tension of the strong enemy, so they quickly continued their work.

Soon, the fragrance of tea gradually rises and the aroma of meat is everywhere.

After Zhao ate the formation in the twelfth month, Zhuo Rusui and Yuanqu began to use chopsticks and swords to grab meat. For a moment, the sword lights rose everywhere in the corridor, cutting through the dusk, making it very lively.

It seems lively and has its own meaning. They are eating meat while paying attention to the movements in the Zen room.

Unfortunately, Jing Jiu still didn't wake up.

Suddenly dozens of sword strings fell down, condensed into silk, and fell on the bridge.

Accompanied by the sound of the silver bell, Nan Wang came to Sanqianyuan. She didn't even look at Xilai. She walked to the table with no expression on her face, took the chopsticks respectfully handed over by Zhuo Rusui and started eating meat.

After a while, Zhuo Rusui took out a bottle of wine from somewhere and handed it to her with both hands.

She opened the wine pot, took a few sips, stood up and looked into the window, and found that Jing Jiu was still not awake. She couldn't help but feel disappointed, and turned around and left.

Zhao had finished eating at this time, and he held a cup of tea and stood between his lips as if he was drinking.

During the whole process, no one spoke, and the corridor was so quiet that only the sound of red soup boiling and the sound of tea rumbling in the iron kettle.

Xilai vaguely understood something, shook his head, and walked back to the lakeside with Yin Feng's body in his arms.

I don’t know how long it took, Zhuo Rusui and Yuanqu finally put down their chopsticks, looked at Zhao Layue and said, “We really can’t eat anymore.”

Zhao Layue was silent for a while and said, "Is this not possible?"

Zhuo Rusui said: "Should it be replaced with white soup?"

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Whether it is red soup or white soup, as long as you can cook hot pot, it is a good soup.

Zhuo Rusui and Yuanqu lived in Sanqian Hospital, and they used the remaining hot pot soup to make three large bowls of noodles that night.

Accompanied by the stars in the sky, eating red oil noodles, and listening to Zhao's trip to the snow field on the twelfth month, they were no longer so anxious, and they no longer had their initial vigilance and fear for the terrifying strong man holding a chicken and pursuing the sword by the lake.

A few days later, Que Niang came.

She learned about her husband's news at Jingzong and rushed over overnight. Jingzong was not too far from Dayuan City, so she arrived quite quickly.

After listening to the Yuan song, she said, "I have made some preparations too."

Looking at the chessboard and two cans of chess pieces she took out, Zhuo Rusui couldn't help but cursed the corners of her lips and said mockingly: "I said junior sister... How do you think a faint person plays chess with you? Or do you want the head to listen to your voice pulling the chess piece?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the wooden door of Sanqianyuan was knocked again, this time it was a baby face.

Zhao Layue knew that he had gone to the underworld as Jing Jiu ordered and did a lot of things. He looked at his pale face and said, "You are too seriously injured, can you do it?"

Tongyan said calmly: "It's only the scene that only appears in the story when playing chess until she vomits blood."

Zhao Layue didn't say anything else, thinking who played chess in Chaoge City more than a hundred years ago and almost fainted?

Ding, crackling, the sound of black and white chess pieces falling on the board is diverse and nice, just like rainwater with different momentum falling in the jar in front of the corridor.

Tongyan and Que Niang are undoubtedly the second and third persons in Chaotian Continent. If the world knows that they are playing chess in this round window Zen room, they will inevitably be so excited that they can use their lifespan to exchange for the qualification to watch. However, only Jing Jiu and Bai Zao can see this game.

Zhao Layue, Zhuo Rusui and Yuanqu were not interested in playing chess. They sat in the corridor, holding a teacup in their hands, and stared at the light rain quietly.

Xi Lai took a look at the game at the beginning, then hugged Yin Feng's body and returned to the lakeside.

Zhao Layue looked at Yusi and suddenly said, "They really look like each other."

Zhuo Rusui knew that she was talking about the West Sea Sword God and the head of the sect. After a moment of silence, she said, "Yes, there is some trouble."

Yuan Qu looked back at them and vaguely understood the meaning.

When the rain stopped, the game was over. Tongyan stood up and quietly looked at Bai Zao who was sleeping for a long time. Then she walked out of the Zen room and said to Zhao Layue: "Or why don't you try Jing Yunzhong?"

Xilai's voice without any emotion came from outside the round window: "No, his soul will dissipate."

Tongyan said, "Then there is no other way unless he wants to wake up by himself."

Xi said, "Kill him."

"No!" Zhao Layue and others said in unison.

Que Niang, who was holding a wet towel to wipe Jing Jiu's face, staring at the back by the lake, her face full of vigilance.

"Then I'll leave." Tongyan walked towards the other side of the bridge, suddenly stopped on the bridge, turned around and looked at Zhao Layue and asked, "He asked me to return to Zhongzhou Sect... do you know?"

Zhao Layue said: "You were originally a disciple of Zhongzhou Sect."

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On the third day after Tongyan left, Gu Qing finally finished handling a lot of government and housework in Chaoge City and rushed to Ohara City.

He walked into the round window meditation room, stared at the tall back by the lake for a long time, and found that there was no problem. Then he turned around and looked at Que Niang who was rubbing Jing Jiu's feet, and saw many problems at a glance.

Even Zhao Layue’s expectations for Liu Shisui were different, and she asked directly: “What’s your idea?”

Liu Shishou arrived the latest because he was the farthest away.

These days, he and his classmates from Yimaozhai used runes to strengthen the seabed in the whirlpool, consuming a lot of energy and energy. His face was extremely pale and he lost a few times.

Hearing Zhao Layue's words, he suddenly turned around and left Sanqian Hospital.
Chapter completed!