Chapter 295

Zhao Layue's question didn't interrupt Jing Jiu's thoughts, but made him think more seriously.

He told Liu shisui the truth and the truth.

For this world, flying is the greatest evil, but it is his greatest and only pursuit.

So good and evil are like clouds to him.

Only because the practice needs not to be disturbed, he needs to be quiet, and of course, he will have a position because of some emotional connections.

He understood Fang Jingtian's emotional need to avenge his master and Lei poyun's hard pursuit of breaking the environment.

The elder martial brother's words can set off a huge wave in the world, also because he understands what everyone needs and pursues.

The only exception is himself. Elder martial brother never knows what he likes or wants. He only knows that he wants to fly, but he can't give it to him.

Just like he knows what Zhao Layue wants now, but he can't give it to her.

Zhao Layue said, "Fang Jingtian once asked Tianjin people to kill you. Obviously, it has something to do with Xihai sword sect and bu Laolin. Why didn't the leader and sword law deal with it?"

Well nine said: "I said, they are martial brothers, and there is no evidence."

Zhao La Yue said, "don't you think Shangde peak is very suspicious?"

Qingshan Jiufeng knows that Yuan Qijing doesn't like Jingyang immortal, and Shangde Feng's handling of recent things always tastes wrong.

Jing Jiu knew that Yuan Qijing didn't like him, but he really had no doubt. He explained to her: "Lei broke the cloud was killed by him."

Zhao Layue said, "this may also be killing people."

Well nine looked at her quietly.

Zhao Layue was silent for a while and said, "well, Liu's ten-year-old cultivation problem is expected to be solved. It's always a good thing."

Having said that, she was overcast by the past peak, and Jane Ruyun and others were so dazed. Naturally, she was still a little unhappy, and her nose became slightly thicker.

Jing Jiu knew that she was unhappy. In fact, he was not used to it. In the past, if he met such a thing, or killed with a sword, or knelt down and begged for mercy before he came out of the sword, he felt a little tied up in doing things like this.

"The last thing a monk needs is patience."

He didn't know whether he was teaching her or persuading himself.

When Jing Jiu was trapped in the snow, Gu Qing once said that it is never too late for friars to take revenge, but Zhao Layue has never been such a person.

She looked at Jing Jiu and asked seriously, "when can you enter the broken sea?"

Jingjiu's realm still stays in wuzhangzhong, which is five layers away from the broken sea.

For ordinary green mountain disciples, if everything goes well or they can break a level of environment in more than ten years, of course, it is normal to spend decades.

But Zhao Layue has unlimited hope for Jingjiu. Even if his realm has stagnated for more than seven years, he is about to become the weakest guy in Shenmo peak.

Even in her opinion, as long as Jingjiu can break the sea, neither Bai Rujing nor Fang Jingtian can be his opponent.

Hearing this question, Jing Jiu smiled and said nothing.

Zhao La Yue didn't understand what he meant and asked, "what's the matter?"

I don't know whether it was because the autumn sun in the sky was too strong or the smiling face was too beautiful. She didn't notice that Jing Jiu's smile was a little bitter.

Surprisingly, there was a little self mockery in his smile.

These are emotions that rarely appear in him.

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Jing Jiu has never worried about his practice. Now he seems a little overconfident because he has encountered unsolvable problems.

The queen of the snow country gave birth and brought about changes in the snow field. He and Bai had been trapped in the cold cave for six years.

In these six years, in order to ensure the temperature in the cave and avoid Bai Zao freezing to death by the deep cold, Jing Jiu kept burning sword fire for a moment.

In order to ensure that the sword fire burns, he needs to keep supplying Zhenyuan, and must ensure that Zhenyuan will not dry up. For six years, Zhenyuan in his body has been running at a minimum, barely maintaining a glimmer of vitality, like the last thin ice on the river that is about to completely melt, or the last piece of paper that is about to be burned out in the furnace.

In such a situation, it is naturally impossible to practice and have the spirit to understand Heaven and earth. We can only temper our will to incomparable tenacity.

Unfortunately, well nine doesn't need this, so these six years are completely wasted for him.

He didn't care very much. He thought that everything would return to normal after returning to the green mountain. Even if the state was still stagnant in the middle of nowhere for the first two years and there was no sign of breakthrough, he was still not in a hurry. He should know that cultivation is a water mill skill. Before the time determined at that moment, the rain fell on the green stone and could only splash.

Until a few days ago, he thought about Liu's cultivation at the age of ten. In order to make a comparative study, he conducted a self-knowledge of sword concept and a push change evolution at the same time. He was surprised to find... If it goes on like this, it seems that the drop of water will never drip through his blue stone.

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Shenmo peak held a rare meeting, not by the cliff or in the cave.

Jingjiu rarely didn't lie on the bamboo chair, and Zhao Layue didn't sit on the chair, but all sat on the warm jade couch. Looking at the picture of the two sitting side by side, the Yuan Opera naturally thought of words such as red candles. A silly smile appeared on her face. Then she felt that the atmosphere in the cave was somewhat depressed. She quickly gathered a smile and stood beside Gu Qing with a serious face. Neither the white cat nor the cold cicada likes the warm jade couch. They lie far away on a jade shoot and refuse to come over. Jing Jiu called the crowd to solve his own cultivation problem. Zhao Layue thought it was ridiculous. She thought that you can't solve the cultivation problem. Looking at the sky facing mainland, who else can solve it? Yuanqu thinks it's normal. Martial uncle's Kendo talent can't be higher than the natural Taoist master. Elder martial brother Gu Qing's savvy is also very good. Even if his current cultivation speed is about to catch up with martial uncle, it's natural for martial uncle to ask for help. This spirit of being ashamed of asking questions is worth appreciating. Gu Qing certainly doesn't think like him. Shifu is unfathomable. Jiufeng real sword is handy. How can he be qualified to help him? Jingjiu ignored what the two disciples were thinking, explained the problems he encountered, and directly said the key points—— His flying sword and sword pill cannot be integrated. Hearing these words, Gu Qing and Yuan Qu subconsciously looked at the dark iron sword in front of him. This iron sword inherited from Mo Xianshi in the past is very common. It was burned by his sword fire in the snow for six years. The surface of the iron sword melted and then solidified again, layers after layers, and became something like a shell. It is very ugly, just like a burnt tongs. After entering Wuzhang territory, Jing Jiu is still carrying an iron sword and has become an anecdote in the monastic world. Who can think that he did it not deliberately, but reluctantly? Zhao La Yue knew about it. Gu Qing and Yuan Qu also guessed something vaguely. After listening to Jing Jiu admit it, he was still surprised. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.