One of the most famous ones in the private evaluation of Jing Jiu by Shenmofeng’s disciples is that Jian Yan doesn’t talk much.

He really rarely said anything, so when the door of the Zen room had not been opened for a long time, Zhao Layue and others felt it was a little strange and had a lot of speculations.

Did he want to deceive the young Wurong Sect into Qingshan’s man?

Liu Shisui suddenly felt that the young master asked him to learn swordsmanship from Xilai to take Peng Lang to his disciples.

"No way? That person is the leader after all." He looked at Zhao Layue and asked in a low voice.

Zhao Layue said: "Think about Zen."

Liu Shisui and the others suddenly realized. The Zen master once asked Jingyang Zhenren at Shenmo Peak for a hundred days. Since then, the world of practice believes that Jingyang Zhenren and Zen master are half a teacher, and the relationship between Guocheng Temple and Qingshan Sect is ordinary, and there is only a different look at Shenmo Peak, which has this reason.

"Do you have to chat for a hundred days this time?" Zhuo Rusui yawned and said, "Then should we go to bed first?"

The stars are in the sky and in the lake. The night is so quiet. No sound comes from the Zen room. It is a good time for a big sleep. That's what I said, but no one will leave. As time goes by, the stars gradually fade, and the morning sun is faintly showing its face in the east. With a creaking sound, the door of the Zen room was pushed open and Peng Lang walked out.

Yuan Qu knew that Master, Zhuo Rusui and others were inconvenient to ask anything, so he took the initiative to greet him, bowed and asked about what Jing Jiu had said to him with a smile.

Peng Lang said with a grateful look: "The real person has guided me a lot of swordsmanship and allowed me to go to the Guisai Jianfeng in the future to find a sword."

Everyone thought that this was true. If Jing Jiu went to do business, he would definitely be the first-class person in the world.

Peng Lang thought about the end of the conversation and said blankly: "The real person said that my name is something wrong, but he can't change it. I don't know what it means."

This is indeed a bit confusing, and Zhao Layue and others don’t understand it either.

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As soon as Peng Lang left, a green curtain sedan chair fell in the morning light.

The morning breeze drove the green curtains to slightly, and Apiao came out and asked curiously: "Who was the one who left just now? Master Guangyuan actually saw him off in person."

Speaking of generational things, the Qingshan Sect is the most chaotic now. Of course, the culprit is Jing Jiu, which depends entirely on which lifetime it comes from.

Hearing Apiao's words, Zhuo Rusui thought of the young Wurong Sect again, and felt that it was boring.

He turned around and went to the lonely grave, preparing to use his fists to loosen his spirits.

Yuan Qu explained Peng Lang's identity a few words. Apiao was a little surprised. He quickly stopped thinking about it and shouted happily to the Zen room: "Sir, why have you become so strong!"

She rushed into the meditation room, but hit a person's body and floated up like a leaf.

"What are you doing!"

She flattened the black bangs like leaves and shouted in anger, then found that it was Zhao Layue who blocked her way. She quickly closed the sound and didn't dare to complain about anything anymore.

Zhao Layue said: "He has something to do, wait."

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The morning light shines on the flowing water of the small bridges, on the flowers and trees of the flat lakes, on the Zen room.

Jing Jiu reached out to condense some water in the air, heated it slightly with sword fire, wet the towel in his hand, and walked to the couch to start washing Bai Zao's face.

The steaming towel slowly moved on the clear and slightly pale face, and wiped away the small amount of dust and a few silk silk that had not completely melted away.

He had never done such a thing when he was trapped in the snow field a hundred years ago because she was in the cocoon of heaven, and of course he felt that doing such things was meaningless.

Meaning needs to be given, and that's how it is, such as having a hot pot before doing big things, and what to do before parting.

He carefully wiped Bai Zao's face and neck, including his hands, and after doing these things, he stood up and walked out of the meditation room.

The morning light fell on the porch, and the wooden floor shone brightly, just like when I left for March.

He stood in the morning light, not knowing what he was thinking, and he was quiet for a long time.

"You all go back to the peak of Shenmao waiting for me." He looked at Apiao and said, "You go too, don't rush to go back to the lower realm."

Apiao knew that something big was going to happen, and he vaguely guessed what big was. His little face turned pale, and he showed no concealment in the light.

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Dozens of sword lights illuminated Lengshan.

Those sword lights do not mean there are many flying swords.

Jing Jiu and Zhao fell on the ground in the twelfth month, and the sword light brought out from their clothes gradually disappeared.

The wasteland is not desolate, with many green shrubs and weeds, illuminated by the fleeting sword lights, and finally ushered in a short life.

There was a huge crack in front of them, extending towards a red field in the distance, which was once Lieyang Gorge.

There are also many weeds growing on the cliffs in the crack. This is because the fire veins underground gradually fade and the magma is lost a lot, and it is more because of the power of time.

Liu Ci has been around for more than a hundred years.

Jing Jiu was still unhappy when he thought of this and did not want to stay here for more time, so he took Zhao roar to the depths of the crack.

Through countless narrow and deep passages along the way, they damaged the ancient battlefield and the winding but calm magma rivers, they came to the deepest part of the Soul-Gathering Valley.

The ban set up by the Zhongzhou Sect here has been lifted by Bai Zhenren. The transparent giant wall disappeared without a trace, but the magma did not continue to fall into the abyss because a scholar was busy there because the big Buddha was blocking it below.

Bu Qiuxiao's clothes were covered with broken mouths and traces of magma burning.

He was holding a brush in the sky and was constantly writing talismans, with a very focused expression, but he did not notice the arrival of Jing Jiu and Zhao twelfth month.

Countless breaths with unique flavors of words emerge from the end of the pen and fall into the river, allowing the magma to gradually solidify. What's magical is that the solidified magma is not as smooth as rocks, with extremely profound surfaces. Countless runes that seem to be carved with knives, look like paper full of words from a distance.

That pen is not a Guancheng pen, but it can produce flowers in the hands of a saint with a random wave.

"What a great fu for heaven and earth."

Jing Jiu looked at the scene and said with appreciation.

Bu Qiuxiao listened to his voice and was a little surprised. He turned around and looked at him and smiled and said, "Is the real person leaving? Is this a special trip to say goodbye to us?"

"I want to know the answers to two questions before leaving."

Jing Jiu asked: "The question related to you is, is that person you or your teacher?"

Bu Qiuxiao looked at Zhao leyue beside him.

Jing Jiu said: "She knows."

Bu Qiuxiao said in a faint voice: "The real person has promised me and will not tell anyone."

Jing Jiu said: "After I leave, Qingshan always needs someone to know this secret, otherwise how can you check and balance?"

It was obviously a shameless plan, but he was said to be so open and upright, so Bu Qiuxiao was convinced, but naturally he would not tell Jing Jiu the answer.

"I won't say it." He said seriously.

Jing Jiu explained to Zhao Layue: "He's biological father is Buzhai's teacher."

Zhao Layue nodded and said, "I will remember."

At this moment, a thick, ancient bell-like voice came from the abyss: "What should I do if I hear the problem?"

Jing Jiu said, "The true Buddha is speechless, he should trust you."

The saint also has a temper. Bu Qiuxiao didn't want to listen to Jing Jiu's random words anymore and asked, "What is the second question?"

Jing Jiu flew to the front of the magma river and looked into the abyss.

These days, countless magma fell towards the abyss, and at this time it had all solidified, looking like a ladder connecting the underworld and the human world.

At the end of the ladder, you can see an extremely wide and stable shoulder as much as the earth.

He asked, "March told you about your birth story, is it true?"

There was no sound in the abyss for a long time.

Cao Yuan doesn't seem to want to answer this question.
Chapter completed!