After returning to Sankiya's courtyard from Ohara Castle, Hei Yongjia sat on the bridge, a distance away from everyone.

He hugged his knees and looked far away from the wind, imitating loneliness. Until he said that Gu Qing elopes, he couldn't help but say something, and was scolded by Zhuo Rusui.

After that, he became even more autistic and said nothing, and everyone seemed to have forgotten his existence.

The so-called autism and being forgotten are actually known to everyone.

Ping Yongjia is the sword spirit of the sword of all things. When Jingyang Zhenren turned into a sword, where did he go?

What are you thinking about?

Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui did not hear what Jing Jiu said. Zhuo Rusui and Yuanqu listened but did not believe it. Just as Ping Yongjia said, they all felt that Jing Jiu should be such a person. He could do anything to survive and would never be affected by morality and emotions.

It was not until this time that Jing Jiu talked about that past event that they knew how to slowly know the truth.

The sky was filled with stars shining on the flowing water of the small bridge. The Sanqian Courtyard was so quiet, and Jing Jiu's voice was still floating in the stream.

More than a hundred years ago, when Jing Yang ascended, he was preparing to carry the sword of everything, just as Taiping promised to carry the Yin Feng and the Corpse Dog.

He wanted to take the Bu Er Sword, and it was very easy for the Fu Si Sword to leave because although their stairs were high, they had no spiritual consciousness. He wanted to take the sword of everything, but he had to let the sword of everything enter a state of ascension enough, because it was a living sword demon.

So there are only two cushions in that cave.

Thinking of the scene of Jingyang and everything sitting on the cushion, Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui were in a complicated mood and a little fascinated.

Zhao Layue asked: "Why did you leave alone later?"

Jing Jiu looked at Ping Yongjia on the bridge and said, "Because we soon discovered that he could not ascend, so I had to leave alone."

Liu Shisui asked in confusion: "Since all things are like the Qingtianjian, they are born and hidden in the world, why can't they ascend to ascend?"

Jing Jiu said: "Qing'er is the world of hiding the world, and she cannot leave, and Xue Ji is also the world of hiding the world. She cannot leave before, and they are different from human practitioners after all."

Hearing Jing Jiu’s words, Ping Yongjia vaguely remembered some pictures, looked at the distant mountains under the stars, and said, “So you have been trying to find a way for me?”

"Yes, I spent a few years getting you out of that sword, but you seemed to have lost all your memories, turned back to the naughty monkey and ran away."

Jing Jiu said: "I had reached the critical moment of ascension, so I had to leave first. Later, I met you again in Qingshan, but I couldn't confirm that you were you."

If you want to give all things true freedom, you must let them leave the bearing or restraint of the instrument.

This sounds mysterious, but it is actually very simple, and has happened twice.

Jing Jiu helped Qing'er leave Qingtianjian and Xue Ji leave this continent, which is the same.

Ping Yongjia asked a little uneasy: "Then can I still call you Master?"

Jing Jiu said: "As a teacher for one day, a father for life, not to mention that your previous life was the practice gate that I brought you into."

Ping Yongjia was relieved when she heard this answer, ran down from the bridge, and sat next to him.

Qing'er said: "You failed to ascend and were attacked by a white blade. You turned the sword with the Thunder Soul Wood... It's really lucky."

Zhao Layue and Liu Shishui subconsciously looked at Jing Jiu, thinking that I am really lucky?

After returning from that cave, their attitude towards Jing Jiu changed a little subtlely, and there was a lot of sympathy in admiration.

Jing Jiu glanced at Zhao Layue with inquiring eyes.

Zhao Layue retelled the statement that Nan forgot in the cave.

Zhuo Rusui and Yuanqu, Ping Yongjia also understood this meaning, and there was a lot of sympathy in his eyes when he looked at Jing Jiu.

Without any perception, being unable to experience the beauty, walking in the world like a living dead, is really the most extreme pain.

Jing Jiu was silent for a while and said, "It's okay."

Zhao Layue looked into his eyes and said, "Not good."

No matter how quiet the heart of Tao is or how strong the will is, it will be difficult to live like that.

"I have been sleeping for most of the past hundred years. It's really good that the soul can sense it in the Qingtianjian, and... I can always feel it from other places."

Jing Jiu walked to the bridge and looked at the world under the stars.

In this world, there are wind, flowers, snow, moon, sunset, stars, and sea water rise and fall.

Those are all visible and felt.

Yes, he doesn't like hot pot.

There is no difference between bone soup and butter soup for him. No matter how much chili peppers are added, it will be the same. What can the taste of black tripe and thousand-layer belly beans beans beans beans beans beans beans beans? What can the taste of beef in different parts? What are the differences between oysters in Lelang County and cold water oysters in Dongyidao?

But he likes to watch people eat hot pot, Zhao leyue Siwen keeps eating meat, Zhuo Rusui competes with Yuanqu, and Liu Shisui and Gu Qing cuts meat.

Just like he doesn't like drinking tea, he can't taste it, whether it's Xiaoya, Maojian or Blood Robe, but he likes to see the world through the heat in the tea cup, listens to the tea in the iron kettle singing softly, and likes to see Gu Qing's focused expression when he stares at the silver charcoal in the small stove.

Similarly, he didn't like drinking. The green wine that could bring some slight feelings to Taiping Zhenren and Xuanyin Ancestor was really like water to him.

The only thing is that he was soaking in the magma river under the cold mountain, and his skin could feel a slight burning sensation, which was indeed a bit comfortable.

That principle is probably the same as others drinking and eating chili peppers.

Yes, he doesn't like those, he doesn't care.

That's probably true.

I just don't cry when I'm sad.

No matter how dazzling the morning light is, you won’t cry.

This is a bit annoying.

Thinking of this, Jing Jiu smiled like a self-deprecating smile.

"This is the end of this matter." He turned around and said to his disciples.

The San Thousand Hospital is very quiet.

The disciples looked at him on the bridge and suddenly felt that he was very lonely.

Many years ago, at the Meishui City Club, when the sound of the piano in March sounded, Zhao Layue felt the same when she looked at his face.

"All things are cause and effect, you are my cause and effect, and I am yours," said Jing Jiu: "I will influence you, you will also influence me, I am part of your life, you are also part of me, including Gu Qing... He went to the sea to satisfy himself, that is, to perfect me, how could I be unhappy?"

Ping Yongjia said, "Yes, I can feel that Master, you are really happy now."

Jing Jiu said to him: "Go back to Qingshan."

Ping Yongjia was stunned and thought to herself, what mistake she had made?

Zhuo Rusui sighed, thinking that someone could feel his joy, anger, sorrow, and even his thoughts, and even his thoughts, could even be controlled by the other party. Anyone would feel uncomfortable if he didn't continue to pretend to be autistic and insisted on speaking. Wouldn't that make the head of the sect uncomfortable? Then how could he make you feel comfortable?

Ping Yongjia ran away, flipping up countless leaf skirts in the lotus pond like a gust of wind, and disappeared into the night before everyone could react, and headed towards the green mountains.

After he left, the young Wuhen Sect leader was taken to the Three Thousand Hospitals.

Peng Lang was a little nervous and a little embarrassed, because everyone present was Qingshan’s disciples, and he was the only outsider.

Jing Jiu signaled him to walk into the meditation room with him and closed the door.

Zhao Layue and Zhuo Rusui looked at each other, and then looked at Liu Shisui again.

They are born with Taoist seeds and are the most talented people in the Qingshan Sect and even the entire world of cultivation.

Until a Peng Lang suddenly appeared in the world.

The name Peng Lang is very ordinary and looks very ordinary, but it only took more than a hundred years to break through the realm and reach the sky.

And it is not an ordinary Tongtian realm. It is a Tongtian powerful man who can kill Emperor Xiao with one sword and block the Xilai sword.

This is too unreasonable.

What was Jing Jiu talking to him at this time?

Is it something else?
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