Chapter 317

After saying this in the winter, the garden house was quiet for a long time.

In those days, Pei Baifa was plotted by people close to him and lost to the hand of Xihai sword God. He was seriously worn out and closed for many years to repair, but it was still the season when the oil was exhausted and the lamp was dry.

Tong Yan had already calculated this reason and remained silent.

He Kan suddenly said, "what can I do?"

There are Tonglu and Su ziye in this bureau. Of course, the most important Mr. Pei is not few, but there is no his name.

Tong Yan's arrangement of this bureau is already a contribution. Doesn't he do anything?

Winter said: "you cleaned your intestines in Baotong Buddhist temple for half a year. You should be clean. Follow me to Guocheng temple."

If it was normal, he Kai would yell that he didn't want to be a monk, but at this time, he just watched the winter quietly and didn't speak.

Pro is pro after all.

Tong Yan calculated what would happen to her friend next, smiled and said goodbye.

He left the vegetable garden where he had lived for a long time and walked down the hill along the path made of stone.

When he came to the misty village, he looked back and saw two big characters on the plaque of Baotong Buddhist temple.

He thought silently that Mr. Pei was asking for death. Even if it was successful, how could he not die?

If you want to change the final outcome, unless other orthodox sects fight together, however, Guocheng temple will not do so, and Zhongzhou and Castle Peak... Will not move.

Xihai sword God cut down Yuntai with a sword, and also cut down the excuses of Zhongzhou and Qingshan.

Mr. Pei can do it because of the resentment between wuenmen and Xihai sword sect and between him and Xihai sword God.

What else can he do?

No matter how strong the calculation power is, it is sometimes poor after all. Who can calculate everything between heaven and earth?

I heard that Jingjiu state is stagnant. I have left the green mountain to travel outside and think about the way to break the state.

Many practitioners will try to travel all over the world and look for opportunities to break the state when the state is stagnant, but not everyone can get what they want.

In fact, the losers are always the majority, and many practitioners gradually give up hope in the process of traveling around the world, place their feelings in the mountains and rivers, and finally sleep with the mountains and rivers.

Tong Yan believes that well nine will not have such an ending, because he has played chess with well nine.

Well nine didn't figure out the whole game of chess and would never fall. Then he must have figured out everything behind before leaving Castle Peak.

But what's the point of figuring everything out?

Mr. Pei did it in the last three years of his life because he wanted to do it, not because he figured out what he could do.

What about me?

My life still has 800 years. It seems long. In fact, it is the last 800 years.

What should I do in the last 800 years?

Tong Yan thought about these things and turned into the mountain village in the fog.

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As Tong Yan thought, Jing Jiu had figured out everything before leaving Castle Peak, unless there were some external variables.

Well nine will not think about what to do in the last few hundred years of his life.

If we have only 300 years now, we should strive to live another 500 years.

If there are 800 years, we must strive to live to the age of 3000.

If you are 3000 years old, you have to strive for more.

What does day and night mean? We should fight for thousands of years.

Monasticism is to seek longevity.

So he didn't have the concept of how many years left, only specific every day, every hour and every moment.

Every day, every hour, every moment, he is practicing.

This is his life in the town demon prison.

His discussion with the emperor finally ended.

He has completely mastered the control of soul fire. Then he deduces the rudiment of sword ghost self-cultivation. The next thing to do is to confirm it.

After a long discussion, Emperor Ming has fully understood his thoughts and ideas. He is not surprised, but there is one thing he doesn't understand.

This is the Taichang prison in the town demon prison. It is completely isolated from the outside world and can't absorb the aura of heaven and earth. How can you cultivate and break the state?

If you don't practice breaking the environment, how can you raise sword ghosts?

If there is no sword ghost, how can you prove this new and powerful Taoism?

Well nine did not explain, said: "I may sleep for a long time. If anything, please wake me up."

Even if it is closed and settled, if there is any movement outside, it will also wake the monk from the state of meditation.

Well nine needs the Emperor Ming to wake himself up, indicating that he is ready to sink into the deepest part of consciousness and complete the Tao there.

After saying this, he didn't immediately start meditating. Instead, he took out a bamboo chair and lay down, and then closed his eyes.

Looking at the bamboo chair, Ming Huang's translucent face showed a curious look. He thought it must be very comfortable. Do you want to make one according to the style?

Well nine began to sleep. The sound of grass growing, the sound of petals opening, the buzzing of mosquitoes and the breaking of chopsticks failed to wake him up. A few days later, he was still sleeping, and his posture had not changed, and his eyes did not tremble once. Emperor Ming stood in front of the bamboo chair, looked at his face and said with emotion, "what a sleeping beauty." He is the emperor of the underworld. He always has to maintain his identity. It's hard to say anything when Jing Jiu is awake. At this time, Jing Jiu falls asleep. He finally speaks out his praise that he has endured for a long time. In the next many days, Jing Jiu still slept, and the Emperor Ming watched. He felt more and more strange about Jing Jiu's practice. It was different from Qingshan sect and the Ministry of Ming. Don't say the posture. Even the breath didn't change. It was like real sleep. No matter how beautiful things are, they will still be boring after watching them for a long time. Emperor Ming cut down some flowers and trees and wanted to make a bamboo chair according to the style of the bamboo chair, but he found that the materials were different and did not look like anything, so he built a soft couch. He lay on the flower tree couch and looked at Jing Jiu in his deep sleep. He still felt that the bamboo chair seemed more comfortable, and worried about whether Jing Jiu would crush the bamboo chair after sleeping for a long time. Thinking about it, he suddenly felt something wrong. Well nine is still lying on the bamboo chair, but it feels much lighter. Ming Huang got up and walked to the bamboo chair. He found that Jing Jiu's body didn't contact the bamboo chair, but left a distance of two fingers wide, which was equivalent to floating. If you let others see this picture, you may feel that Jing Jiu has become a ghost. The emperor knows not, because he has seen similar pictures. As like as two peas of the soul fire, the spirit fire will show a stable suspension posture, which is exactly the same as that of the well nine now. Looking at the sleeping well nine, the Emperor Ming was thoughtful and looked dignified gradually. From the current state, well nine should have no problem. As for why his body would float like soul fire, the Emperor Ming gave birth to some guesses. He grabbed the array from under the flower tree couch and walked towards the periphery of the green valley. When he came to a cliff, he looked at the chaotic darkness ahead and remained silent for a long time. He didn't look up at the blue sky, because the sky is false, the valley is also false, and only this chaotic darkness is true（ Suddenly I like Emperor Ming very much. By the way, two well nine looks. The reason why he wrote so beautifully is that when writing the book of choosing the day, some readers strongly demanded that the protagonist of the next book must be beautiful. I happen to like the reborn God level Xueba very much. I like Yang Rui very much. I think Meimei is really cool and takes advantage of it, so I wholeheartedly let Jingjiu Meimei, but later I found that there was a problem in writing so on the avenue, That is... Lord Jing Jiu doesn't fall in love. What's the significance of his beauty? In addition to making his admirers hate because of love, cover his forehead... In addition, I recommend the new book big doctor lingran of Zhiniao village here. This is not a friendly advertisement, because he and I didn't seem to have added it on wechat. It's just the recommendation of loyal readers. This book is really beautiful... Of course, The hero is still a beautiful and disgraceful person.) This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.