Chapter 413

Zhao La Yue picked her eyebrows and thought it was of course, but there was still a lot of confusion. She asked, "but why does she want to borrow immortal books?"

This is also something Liu CI didn't understand. What monks pursue is to become an immortal. Why go back to the old place?

Well nine said: "it may be because of fear."

Zhao La Yue said, "she bears that Jingyang immortal is still alive. After discovering the truth, she retaliates against Yunmeng Mountain's disciples and grandchildren, so she wants to come back and stare at you?"

Well nine said, "that's not a real fear. Leaving immortal records is like leaving a way back, or a way back."

Zhao La Yue asked seriously, "what is she afraid of?"

Well nine said, "the sea and the sky seem vast, but there are boundaries after all, but the world is really boundless space, where you can't find a foothold, no reference, no companion, no place to come or go, which is the beginning of real fear."

Zhao Layue was silent for a while and said, "the heart of the Tao is gradually silent, and the solitary barrier is gradually born?"

"Yes, there, the projection of self existence in the spiritual world will be magnified countless times and gradually devour the noumenon."

Well nine said, "what she fears is infinity and herself in infinity."

Zhao Layue probably understood what he meant, and then asked, "why do you say this to me?"

I believe Jing Jiu didn't tell anyone about the rise of immortal Jingyang and the secret between the immortal and the world, except her.

This trust or expectation has brought great pressure to her.

"You will always go to that world in the future. It's no harm to know something in advance."

Jingjiu's tone seemed as if her rise was inevitable.

Zhao Layue felt more pressure.

For more than a thousand years, there have been only two soaring people, Bai Ren and Jingyang, in Chaotian mainland. She is a natural Taoist. She is full of confidence in cultivation and dare not be so optimistic.

Well nine put down the Yin comb and began to braid her with only one right hand.

He only said these words to Zhao Layue. Naturally, there are other reasons. For example, she has nothing to do with the past. In other words, he can't completely trust Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing, but he trusts her very much. Because she was his descendant in the light snow of Chaoge City, and she didn't forget him after she became a green mountain disciple.

As a natural Taoist cultivated by Qingshan, she doesn't need to do anything to have an incomparably beautiful future, but she still takes the risk to investigate the matter just to be fair to him.

At the Chengjian meeting, she was the object of contention among all teachers, that is, Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing wanted to accept her as their own disciples. She chose to ascend the God end peak to renew his inheritance, even though she was black and blue.

That is, from that night on, Jing Jiu decided to pass on all he learned to her without reservation.

When he wants to come, he will inherit his Taoism and sword learning with Xiao La Yue's natural mind. If he can't fly up, it's really unreasonable.

Since there is no justice, what else should we do? We'll cut it directly at that time.

Zhao Layue threw her braid in front of her and looked back at his clenched left hand. She was worried and asked, "what should I do now?"

Bai Ren can't count that Jingyang can still live after falling from the fairy world, and the immortal book he left will fall into his hands.

All this is just a coincidence, not a set game, but it is still an extremely severe test for Jingjiu, even life and death.

There is only one way in front of him, that is to refine the immortal book, otherwise the immortal knowledge in the immortal book will slowly infiltrate his body and heart until it is occupied secretly.

The problem is that it is not so easy to refine immortal books.

When he told Liu Ci that he wanted to refine immortal books, he was very calm, but Liu CI could see that he was not confident.

In the qingtianjian dreamland, when he reached for the bronze tripod, he already felt that if the immortal Qi hidden in the immortal book was really released, it would have incomparable power, and even the big things in tongtianjing could hardly resist it.

It is very difficult to refine immortal books without touching the immortal Qi inside. The most difficult thing is that the immortal knowledge level left by Bai Ren is too high, far beyond all practitioners in Chaotian continent.

"I may really have to find a friend to help this time."

Well nine looked above the cave.

The blue sky is extremely far-reaching, and there is not much taste of autumn.

He is not talking about the queen in the depths of the snow, nor is he talking about giant friends from different continents.

Zhao Layue looked up at the sky along his line of sight, some puzzled, more curious.

A few years ago, in order to solve the problem of sword ghost, Jing Jiu said she wanted to find friends for help. At that time, she and Gu Qing were thinking that you also had friends?

What happened later proved that Jingjiu did have friends, and his friends were the last emperor of the underworld.

Zhao La Yue wanted to know who he was going to look for this time and what an earth shaking big man he was.

Well nine knew what she was thinking, looked at the sky and said, "he's dead."

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Dusk hung over Guocheng temple.

The pine forest is red and warm like a fire, and the twilight of Tallinn is infinite.

There are hundreds of high or low stone towers in the Tallinn, burying the eminent monks and virtues of Guocheng temple, but there is no gloomy meaning, just tranquility.

Yin San sat on the stone steps in front of the Zen hall, the bone flute leaned close to his lips, his fingers pressed silently, and blew a silent song. There was no sense of sadness, but it was still quiet.

Father Xuanyin came out of the room, stood behind him, listened to him silently after he played this silent song, and then began to speak.

"The man in the town demon prison is Jing Jiu. Why didn't the news spread to Zhongzhou sect?"

Yin San put down the bone flute, wiped it carefully with his sleeve, inserted it back into his waist and replied, "if you can't even see it, how can Zhongzhou occupy the spirit pulse of Yunmeng for 30000 years?"

Xuanyin rubbed his red nose and said, "but you can tell them the true identity of Jing Jiu."

Yin San's lips were slightly tilted, showing a slightly mocking smile and said: "over the years, countless details related to him have been saying the same thing. He was like standing at the top of Shenmo peak and shouting that I was Jingyang. Do you think this is to hide his true identity?"

Xuanyin ancestor sighed, "if you can guess the ideas of the two real people, how could I have failed so miserably in those years."

Yin San stood up and said calmly, "he needs others' eyes and speculation to determine who he is."

Xuanyin was slightly surprised at the speech and said, "did he lose his memory?"

Yin three micro mocked and said, "no, he's just avoiding."

Xuanyin looked at his side face, narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "who is he?"

Yin San patted the dust and said, "I said before, no matter who he is, it's not Jingyang."

Father Xuanyin was silent for a moment and said, "this thing is really interesting."

"I feel a little sad about it."

Yin San walked towards the Tallinn and soon disappeared into the twilight.

Xuanyin looked at the twilight, and his slightly narrowed eyes showed a strange look.

At this time, he is not like an old dog, but an old lion who wants to return to the lions, firm and patient.

When the evening drum sounded, it was time for dinner in Guocheng temple. Old Xuanyin came to the kitchen in the front yard with a food box and found the familiar fat monk.

They hid in the corner under the corridor and opened the food box. A big pig's hoof with brine jumped into their eyes.

On the left of the big pig's hoof are several fresh Suzi leaves, and on the right are several pickled Suzi leaves, each with its own flavor.

The fat monk looked at the pig's feet and couldn't help drooling. He said, "the meat is really delicious. He's doing well in the West Sea. He's not tired of eating. He's trying to persuade the man to be interested."

His voice was very low. With the influence of saliva, he didn't enunciate clearly, but it was obvious that it wasn't nonsense like pork through intestines.

The old man took a bite of the pig's hoof, pulled down half a kilo of the meat from the belt, and said vaguely, "you only need a sword to kill two real people, even the meat and skin. It's famous in history. It hurts muscles and bones, earth shaking and greasy. Why not be moved?"

The fat monk said with a bitter face, "you forgot to put salt... What about the green mountain?"

Lao Zu wiped his face, covered with oil, and disdained to say, "he pickled it in advance. He doesn't have a master. If he doesn't eat, he'll shut up. It's useless."

The fat monk thought bitterly, are you still so angry now? The master is also a sword dodger. Although he is trapped in the fog island in the South China Sea by the green mountain, he is also carefree and peaceful. How can you be a sword Dodger who can only secretly eat meat in the temple and be a dog every day?

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Through the Tallinn and pine forest, through the side hall and side door, you can see the vegetable garden below.

The setting sun went down in the West. With a squeak, the door was pushed open, and Xiao He came out with a medicine pot.

Yin San looked at the picture, listened to the cough coming from the room, and slightly raised her eyebrows.

Liu returned from Yunmeng Mountain at the age of ten, but there was no joy on the little fox spirit's face. It seemed that the situation was not very good.

His problem of the conflict between different kinds of true Qi has improved after practicing the Dharma of Guocheng temple, and has begun to become serious in the past two years.

Zen Zi once wrote a letter recommending him to study Taoism in yimaozhai. If he really mastered this Taoism, he should be able to completely solve the problems in his body. However, for some reason, Liu didn't go at the age of ten.

Yin San knew this and thought it was very interesting.

As the twilight grew thicker and the sky grew darker, he suddenly made a decision.

He went to the vegetable garden, opened the door, looked at Liu shisui and said calmly, "do you have any wine? I'd like two drinks today. "

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(this chapter is a little nervous before writing, just like the last day of the twelfth lunar month, but it means to write and change. It's like orange peel in the night TV series, which means that it's not an advertisement. I really think the actor is so cute. In addition, the song is really good. I don't believe you go to listen to it!)

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