Chapter 646

After summer, there was a heavy snow in Chaoge city.

The snow lasted three days.

The temperature dropped sharply and some thin ice formed on the lake.

Well nine went to Zhaoyuan.

During the day, he covered his face with a hat.

At night, he looked at the stars in a daze.

The snow stopped, the clouds dispersed, and the stars were suddenly painted with blood. It was not a sign of bad luck, but the arrival of Zhao La Yue.

The boat sank slightly and sounded the sound of breaking ice, which was deliberately made by her.

Well nine turned his head and said, "come?"

Zhao Layue said well, sat down beside him, took his hand and put it on her face.

Hundreds of lights appeared in the night sky. It was not a meteor, but a sword light.

Qingshanzong came to Chaoge city and was ready to welcome back their sword law Lord.

Although the people have gone and the wind and snow have stopped, the share of killing and cleanliness needs to be taken back.

Jingjiu looked back at the night sky and asked, "where's the South forget?"

"Stay in Castle Peak." Zhao Layue put down his hand and said softly, "she seems very sad."

Nan forget is the younger martial sister of Taiping immortal. Now her two elder martial brothers who love her most have left. What should she do in the future?

She is already a big thing in the world. No one dares to tease her in the world, but what should she do?

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Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue left Chaoge city and went outside Dayuan city instead of directly returning to Castle Peak.

Walking through the mountain stream full of lotus, through the stone road in the mountains, around the stone lying in the grass, and seeing the already ancient wooden bridge, we came to the 3000 yard.

The abbess of the three thousand courtyard didn't know that she was the descendant of the old abbess. She didn't know Jing Jiu, but he didn't wear a hat. Looking at his face and Zhao Layue's black short hair, she guessed their identity and quickly welcomed them in respectfully.

There is a stream under the bridge. The place where the house was once built by the stream has now become a forest. There is a grave in the forest. It looks lonely, but it is not lonely.

The nun knew the relationship between Jing Jiu and the nunnery, as well as his origin with the three thousand courtyard. Seeing that his eyes fell on the grave, worried that he was unhappy, she quickly explained: "this is Li Dashan's grave, seven years ago..."

Well nine motioned without saying much. He took Zhao Layue to the grave and said, "this is the son Li I told you about."

There is no taboo about childe Li on the tombstone, only four words.

——Different paths lead to the same goal.

The first two words refer to Xianfan's special way.

The last two words mean that we will eventually return to the same Avenue.

Childe Li will still die after taking pills.

Even March is the strongest of the Chaotian continent and will die.

Zhao Layue suddenly said, "I think the people in his family's painting... Are even March."

Many years ago, Mr. Li's family was in decline. A painting that had been treasured for many years was cheated away by a so-called friend, and Gu Qing sent someone to take it back. She saw it at Shenmo peak.

In that picture, there is the fog on the old mountain cliff at starry night, and there is a girl holding an umbrella in the fog.

The girl's eyebrows and eyes were like lines, her expression was gentle, but she was extremely indifferent.

Well nine didn't speak and didn't look for the picture.

The painting was handed down by the Li family. If the girl in the painting was in March hundreds of years ago, it may explain why childe Li went there and loved deeply.

Of course, this explanation is not necessarily right or necessary.

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This is Zhao Layue's first visit to 3000 yuan.

Walking across the bridge, she came to the nunnery. She saw the round window and the lake view outside the window. Like everyone, her mood became much calmer.

Then she looked down and landed on the bed in the nunnery.

Bai Zao is still sleeping on the couch. He doesn't know when the immortal Qi in his body can be fully absorbed.

For a hundred years, the sky silk on her body has been damaged a lot, revealing her face.

In her sleep, she frowned slightly and looked at her as if she was so lovable.

"It's good to sleep like this." Zhao Layue said.

Well nine said, "yes, I'm still alive after all."

Zhao Layue turned and looked at him and asked, "where did she go?"

Well nine said, "right here."

Under the eaves is where the morning light comes from.

This is where I left in March.

Zhao La Yue came forward and hugged him, patted him on the back and said, "it's all right, I won't go."

Well nine raised his right hand and patted her on the back.

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Then they went to Baicheng and landed in the courtyard on the edge of the snow field. They met he Kan and Se se se. Zhao Layue ate two roast fish and Jing Jiu looked at the pear tree. Walking out of the courtyard and walking on the field full of muddy water and residual snow, Zhao Layue suddenly said, "Gu Qing grew up in a big family. Some things don't understand."

He Kan and Se se have been together for decades. Liu is ten years old and Ying Xiaohe has been together for more than 100 years. He has not married or held any ceremony. He doesn't care what the world thinks. Anyway, the world can't see it, so there's no trouble.

Well nine said: "he thinks more, so it's easy to get things into trouble."

This was the first time they discussed what happened to Gu Qing. Zhao Layue didn't understand it and said, "is this kind of thing so interesting?"

Many, many years ago, when they looked at the building on the star picking building in Shangzhou, she asked the same question.

Well nine said: "like, don't like, like, all like, don't like, you like, you can form many combinations, sometimes it's interesting."

Zhao Layue said: "I know, but the love in the book often makes people lose their reason and feel miserable. I don't understand why."

"The so-called love is the attraction between men and women, the peace brought by intimacy and commitment."

Well nine said: "commitment is shackles. It has a sense of ritual and pressure. Like cooking meat, it is easy to have a strong taste. Of course, breaking commitment itself is also very attractive to humans. In short, as previously said, various combinations have their own interests."

Zhao La Yue glanced at him and said, "it's like you know more."

Well nine said: "this kind of thing is not complicated. You can understand it by thinking more."

Zhao La Yue thought for a while and said, "in this way, isn't it still very boring?"

Well nine said, "yes."

While talking, they had come to a rather simple Buddhist temple.

Zen lived here in Baicheng.

It was quiet in front of the temple. Three or two monks went in and out silently. Suddenly, a famous middle-aged monk stopped and looked at Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu also felt that the monk looked familiar and close for no reason.

The middle-aged monk looked at Jing Jiu's face and was stunned for a moment. He woke up and his eyes were full of surprises.

Jing Jiu also recognized who the other party was. It was the young monk who had met with him for several times. However, more than a hundred years later, the other party's face was covered with wind and frost. He couldn't recognize it immediately, and the old monk was not nearby.

The middle-aged monk just wanted to talk. He subconsciously covered his mouth. Then he thought that the master was dead and no one wanted to practice silent meditation by himself. He couldn't help crying from his heart.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't say a word. Jing Jiu just looked at the change of his expression, guessed what had happened and patted him on the shoulder.

The middle-aged monk cried more sadly.

I don't know why, Jing jiuyizhi liked the teachers and disciples very much. He knew that the old monk was dead. He couldn't bear to watch him cry so hard, so he clapped it with one hand.

Zhao La Yue stared round and thought to herself, do you think life is hard? If you kill him, he won't be sad?

With a light bang, Jing Jiu's palm fell on the head of the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk fell directly to the ground and snored.

"Thank you." Zen Zi came out of the gate and looked at the middle-aged monk. He thought that it was impossible to say such things as Fuyuan. Who would have thought that this ordinary younger generation could be crowned by Jingyang immortal?

Well nine said, "don't thank me. It has nothing to do with your Guocheng temple, but I like this child."

Zen asked, "why?"

Well nine thought and said, "maybe it's because he likes talking?"

Zen said, "didn't you think I talked too much?"

Well nine said, "it's the same now."

Zen son sighed, "man."

Zhao La Yue said, "should I say this?"

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Baicheng in midsummer has regained a lot of popularity, and the number of believers is still small. However, the living materials needed by the Shenwei northern army and various practitioners make the city crowded with merchants from the south. There is no snow on the streets, only the extremely ugly mud trampled on.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue passed through the city and walked along the upward stone radial direction. In the distance, they could see the red cliff and the upper body of the small temple.

"Did you really wake up seventeen years ago?"

"That was lying to him."

"But you heard everything Gu Qing said to you."

"Hearing it doesn't mean I can wake up. To be exact, my spirit at that time was in the blue sky mirror."

"... I see. I think there are many stories in qingtianjian."

"A hundred years is really a long time, but there are not many stories. I practice most of the time. It's just that the Zhangjia boy interrupts me from time to time. It's a little annoying, just like Gu Qing."

"Young master Zhang is not dead yet?"

"Don't say, he is still in good health and is thinking about going to the sea to find the goldfish monster."

"Speaking of it, the fire carp king really can't bring back the castle peak?"

"Unless you can take away the fire pulse under the cold mountain."

"Why bother so much, just take cold mountain?" With these gossips or hidden profound words, the color of the Red Cliff became clearer and clearer, and the whole posture of the small temple was revealed. After crossing the threshold and entering the temple, Jing Jiu looked at the chubby and smiling Buddha and stood quietly for a while. The broken place of the Golden Buddha seems to be bleeding. After so many years, the color of the blood stain has long faded. The iron knife more than ten feet long in front of the Buddha is still full of gaps. I don't know when it can regain its edge. Well nine went to one end of the iron knife, his right hand fell on the blade facing the top, and then walked towards the other end. Sparks came out between his palm and the blade and sputtered all the way. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.