Chapter 222

Well nine thought about the previous thing.

Fang Jingtian is the leader of the past peak of the green mountain. Of course, he should care about him, but in front of so many people, he directly asks to wear his own realm. What does this mean?

Many things in the world seem difficult to solve. In fact, they can be deduced and calculated, at least about. It's just that it's very tired.

Jing Jiu doesn't think it's a big deal. He doesn't want to spend energy to calculate. He is preparing to stop thinking about it. Suddenly, he looks at Gu Qing's face and thinks of what he said with Zhao Layue.

He asked the young man surnamed yuan to wait in the house, and then told Gu Qing about it from beginning to end.

Gu Qing knew for the first time that Fang Jingtian had tried to kill Jing Jiu twice. His shocked face turned pale and said, "did you report to the leader?"

Fang Jingtian is the leader of the peak in the past. He has a high position in the Qingshan clan. Only the leader and sword law are qualified to punish him.

Well nine said, "without evidence, he can't even kill Luo Huainan, let alone his younger martial brother."

Gu Qing thought, what do you want me to do when you tell me these things?

Well nine said: "sort out these things, and then figure out what he might do and what we should do."

With these words, he got up and went into the room. The young man surnamed yuan was still waiting inside.

Gu Qing knew what he was going to say to the young man surnamed yuan. He didn't care. He just thought about the task given to him by his master. He couldn't help feeling distressed.

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The boy surnamed yuan left.

Well nine went to the window and looked out of the yard.

At first glance, he saw the temple.

He saw the south, and he didn't know where the elder martial brother was.

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Juye city.

The cold fog in the North has gradually dispersed, and the already busy city has regained more vitality. The wine houses of various restaurants have already been full, and the steam from the meat Shabu pot is everywhere.

In the box of a restaurant, there is a hot pot on the table. There is red and white soup in the pot. It is rolling constantly, washing the ingredients in it.

The short and thin old man rubbed his nose, felt bored and said, "can't you get tired of eating this thing?"

The young man said, "putting different ingredients means different tastes. There are thousands of ingredients in the world, and there are thousands of tastes. How can you be bored?"

The short and thin old man took a chopstick of spinach from the white soup and bolted it with the sesame sauce and tofu in the plate. He found that it tasted good.

I don't know whether he was scalded by the food or rubbed too hard just now. His nose became redder and asked vaguely, "what are you going to do next?"

The young man said, "I'm going to see the child named Xiao Ming."

The short and thin old man looked slightly cold and said, "are you really going to let him take my ancestral foundation?"

The young man said, "the child of Xuanyin sect is called Su ziye now? I like this name very much. It won't be partial. Whoever wins will be your successor. How appropriate? "

The short and thin old man sneered and said, "do you think your plot is too good, so you named yourself Yin San?"

The young man was not angry either. He smiled and said, "you are the third ancestor of Xuanyin sect. In fact, this name is quite suitable. Do you want me to give it to you?"

The short and thin old man was very depressed and said sarcastically, "are you disappointed that the little guy named Jing Jiu is still alive?"

The young man ignored him and carefully picked up a whole piece of brain flower from the red soup and put it into his bowl full of scallion oil and mashed garlic.

The short and thin old man was boring and said, "pig brain is not as delicious as human brain."

The young man thought he was really a pig brain. Why didn't he see that Jing Jiu was not him?

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The next day, the teachers and disciples of all sects participating in the Taoist war will return to the mountain.

Early in the morning, Bai Zao came to the courtyard of qingshanzong.

Whether it's the Deacon who cleans the courtyard, the factotum, or the green mountain disciple who practices sword in the morning, they are very sensible and tacit understanding and don't block the way.

The young man surnamed yuan hesitated to do something.

Gu Qing pulled him away, thinking that we should worry about our elders' affairs.

Of course, it doesn't matter if you have to do something in private, but don't you see it when the morning is so bright?

There was a faint sound from the courtyard wall.

The young man surnamed yuan listened attentively. When he heard the address, he was worried and said, "she should call martial uncle Jing, but she should call martial brother Jing. What's the intention?"

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"I should have been very happy."

Bai Zao said softly, "I survived, and it's like I repaired the broken golden elixir after a sleep. Maybe I can develop Yuanying in a few years, but why am I a little unhappy?"

Jing Jiu really didn't understand and asked, "why?"

"I didn't expect that once I settled down and woke up again, the fog would subside."

Bai Zao said, "if I had woken up a year earlier, no, even if it was only dozens of days, that would be great."

Well nine still didn't understand and asked, "what do you mean?" Bai Zao said softly, "everything seems to have stayed six years ago. If I could wake up one day in advance, I would know more about you. That's good." Not a word, full of affection. Well nine understood, thought it was a little tricky, and said, "the road is facing the sky, far away. If you have an opportunity, you will always see me again." This is refusal, or avoidance, and it is not euphemistic for smart people like them. Bai Zao looked at him in a daze. The cold fog has receded. The fields outside Baicheng are not as cold as in previous years, but the wind is still a little cold. Her hair was light in her ears, like a little white flower trembling in the wind, which looked extremely weak. Just as Jing Jiu was about to say something, she reached out and put her hair behind her ear and said softly, "yes, we will meet again soon." Well nine thought, what does this mean“ Elder martial brother Luo is dead, but I must tell my parents the truth. " Bai Zao naturally changed the topic. Well nine said, "of course." Bai Zao thought of something and said with a smile, "Liu's relationship with you at the age of ten seems really good. It's not like the rumor." Jing Jiu thought that Tong Yan has a good relationship with you, but you don't know the whole truth of this matter, so it's inconvenient to tell you. The door of the courtyard was knocked, and Gu Qing's voice sounded outside: "master, Tonglu of Xihai sword sect wants to see you." Tonglu stared into Jing Jiu's eyes and said, "I want to duel with you. When you go back to the green mountain to have a rest, pass the sword to me." Well nine said, "why?" Tonglu said, "because Liu killed Luo Huainan when he was ten." With these words, he glanced at Bai Zao. His eyes were full of disappointment. Without saying anything, he brushed his sleeves and left the courtyard. Well nine said, "he knows."“ Yes, otherwise he should thank us for allowing the eldest martial brother to live three more years. " Bai Zao is smart and knows what he said. "I just don't understand why he is so angry since he knows that the story told by the eldest martial brother is false." Well nine said: "because in the real story, Luo Huainan is sorry for us, but it has nothing to do with him. His life has always been saved by Luo Huainan." Bai Zao said, "why did senior brother tell him the truth?" Well nine said, "honesty?"“ I would have thought so before, but now I don't know what kind of person the eldest martial brother is. " With these words, Bai was already silent. The morning wind again ruffled the hair around her ears. Well nine said, "I don't know." He only saw the south side of luohuai. Separated by a hundred feet of wind and snow“ Martial uncle is back! "“ Which martial uncle? "“ Little martial uncle! "“ Uncle Jingjiu? "“ Yes! " In the midday sun, Xijian river was white, not like a Golden Whip, but more like a jade belt. Countless exclamations sounded in the Pavilion by the river. More than ten sword washing disciples couldn't sit still any more. They crowded to the window and looked at the sword boat falling slowly in the sky（ This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation