Chapter 464

Most of the green mountain disciples don't know the rhythm, especially the people on Shenmo peak.

Jing Jiu didn't understand the meaning of this piano song, but he thought it was beautiful, so he ignored it and turned to the Zen room.

Qing'er listened carefully in the corridor. Seeing him coming, he raised his small face and asked, "who is this man? You play the piano very well. It sounds like you can't say it. "

Well nine didn't explain. He walked into the Zen room and came to the mountain like cotton padded jacket. His right hand reached to the small half of Xueji's face.

He was interested in this kind of high-level blood. He wanted to study each other's structure and see if it was essentially different from other life forms, such as whether she had a mouth or not, but... In the end, he didn't do anything and took his hand back.

This is a conservative choice based on safety considerations. Although Xueji should wake up in a few days, why let her wake up in advance, which makes everyone nervous.

He went to the corner, opened some quilts, took out the blue sky mirror hidden there, crossed the round window and went to the snow lake.

Qing'er didn't dare to go directly through the Zen room, waved transparent wings, turned into a streamer, bypassed the whole building and came to the lake.

Tong Yan stood on the small bridge, his sight followed them to the lake, slightly raised her eyebrows, and thought no wonder she couldn't find it.

No one dares to wake up the sleeping Xueji. Naturally, no one can find the qingtianjian hidden under the quilt.

Tong Yan looked at the snow lake and didn't dare to leave, otherwise Jing Jiu ran away with qingtianjian again. What should I do?

More than ten swords suddenly appeared by the lake, forming an array to block the figure of Jing Jiu and Qing'er.

Tong Yan's eyebrows became thicker and more eye-catching on the snow bridge. He thought, what's the secret there? Why doesn't Qing'er tell herself?

He looked back at the snow bridge and thought who was this man? What does it have to do with the secret of this nunnery and well nine?

Young master Li, dressed in a black cloak, sat in the snow playing the piano. His fingers were red with cold, but the sound of the piano didn't stop for a moment.

The sound of the piano crossed the snow bridge, passed through the quiet nunnery and plum trees, and came to the lake. It was swept up by the wind and looked more ethereal.

The array can isolate the sight and welcome in the sound of the piano. Jing Jiu stretched out his right hand and quietly broke the ice and snow on the lake, stained with some water and sprinkled it on the blue sky.

Looking at this picture, Qing'er felt a little cold. He folded his wings and hugged himself. He squatted down beside him and asked, "do you really want to sharpen your sword?"

When she was in Guocheng temple, she entered his body and knew many of his secrets. Naturally, she would not mistakenly think that he wanted to grind the cosmofront like Tong Yan.

Now in Chaotian mainland, she has only one companion. Naturally, she won't tell his secret. Even for Tong Yan, she's just curious.

Jing Jiu made a noise. At the beginning, he made a bet with Qilin in Guocheng temple and said that he would enter the dreamland again through qingtianjian. He thought that he promised to help Qing'er solve some problems in Yunmeng Mountain. Who thought he was seriously injured by the monk crossing the sea, but finally he really needed qingtianjian, and he met it again.

Zen likes to say "drink and peck" and "decide before". From this point of view, it really makes some sense. If he hadn't remembered what he promised Qing'er and wanted to get Qing Tianjian, he might not be hurt, but if he wasn't hurt, where would he need Qing Tianjian?

The so-called cause and effect turned out to be like this.

Looking at Jing Jiu's right hand sliding and rubbing on the surface of the copper mirror, Qing'er worried: "can you grind it? You might as well try the patterned back. "

Who is most familiar with qingtianjian, of course, is her Jianling.

The mirror is really slippery. The progress of sword sharpening is very slow, but Jing Jiu is not in a hurry.

He has confirmed that qingtianjian is the grindstone he has been looking for for for more than a year.

Copper mirror is the best grinding material. The higher the degree of smoothness, the more delicate it is, and the closer it can reach the degree of perfection.

He said: "as long as you have deep Kung Fu, you can grind an iron pestle into a needle. Although it is easier to grind an iron pestle into a needle and harder to sharpen a sword, you can do it."

Qing'er thought I didn't understand this. Instead, he asked, "the day before yesterday, I asked you how to become a real person. You let me think for myself. I thought for two days to figure it out. If I can figure it out, I'll ask you what to do?"

Jing Jiu looked at the bronze mirror, adjusted the angle of his right hand and said, "the answer is very simple. As long as you think you are human, you are human."

Qing'er felt puzzled and said, "what's the difference between this and self deception?"

Well nine didn't look up and said, "what are you kidding?"

Qing'er understood what he meant and thought deeply.

"The really important question is, why do you want to be a person, why can't you be a mountain, river, lake, sea, flower, tree, grass and beast?"

Well nine picked up some water from the snow lake, sprinkled it on the blue sky mirror, and continued to grind silently.

Qing'er was silent for a long time and said, "they are all human, you are human, Tong Yan is human, Xiao Zaoer is human, and I am human."

Well nine knew that she had figured it out and no longer needed her own help. She didn't say anything more.

The sound of the piano came from the snow bridge. It was more warm on a cold winter night. Ten years ago, childe Li came here night and night to play the piano on the horse. The horse is still eating grass in the green mountains. The one who listens to the piano tonight has become qingtianjian. Does that mean that this bronze mirror will also go to Qingshan? Thinking of this possibility, well nine is somewhat satisfied. The longevity lamp hanging on the tree beside the lake lit up the nunnery and his face. Since the array of Shuiyue nunnery, the cold in the meditation room has been isolated, the wind and snow have stopped, the temperature has risen, and the ice on the lake creaks and splits continuously. A Lotus branch pressed down by ice and snow the night before yesterday broke the snow and straightened its body. A familiar voice sounded in the depths of my heart. Jing Jiu thought about it, slowed down the movement of his right hand and softened it a little In the dreamland of qingtianjian, the wind is howling and the clouds are dense. A lightning will illuminate the night sky every few seconds. The lightning was extremely magnificent, stretching from the far north to the far south ocean, as if to tear the sky apart, at least tens of thousands of miles long. Along with the lightning came thundering thunder and snowflakes from nowhere. Mr. Zhang, wrapped in a thick cotton padded jacket, climbed up the hill behind his home, put his hands on his hips, straightened his body, and yelled at the lightning in the night sky. Those words can't be expressed in words, but they are dirty words such as thief God. Suddenly, the thunder in the night sky became much smaller, the frequency of the terrible and spectacular lightning appeared much slower, and even the snowflakes gradually thinned out. Childe Zhang was stunned and went down the mountain as fast as he could. He returned to his yard, locked the door again after a long time, went to bed without washing his feet, covered his face with a quilt, turned his back to the door and began to sleep. Where could he sleep? In the darkness of the quilt, he stared at the thief, thinking that his majesty should be God? Thinking about this problem and whether his majesty heard his mother scolding, he was very nervous. He didn't notice that the quilt on his son and daughter-in-law was opened in the next room, let alone that the sleeping people in Zhao Ju's family and many homes in the county town nearby had traces of waking up（ This chapter is well written, and the previous chapters are also very good, but this chapter is more important. The chapter name is prepared before the book is opened. This is Li Bai's famous poem: the avenue is like the blue sky. I can't come to the conclusion that the concept of the whole two sentences will be used thoroughly after hundreds of thousands of words. Then there is: my friends, the author who still insists on updating during the annual meeting... There is actually me. This painting style is really wrong. I don't adapt to it. Moreover, I didn't save the manuscript. I wrote it during the day and sent it at night. I'm really too diligent. It will take five hours to go back to daqingfei tomorrow. I must ask for leave. I feel a lot of peace of mind. See you the day after tomorrow. In addition, childe Li's father was really dead at the beginning. Jing Jiu got the conclusion when he asked the roller shutter man, but later I made a mistake at Duke Lu and wrote that he was still alive, so I always wrote according to living. Sorry, it's not a matter of heart, it's a matter of memory. You should see that I'm old and really can't do these things, Please sympathize ~) this novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation