Chapter 724

Well nine sleeps in the meditation room, neither dead nor alive.

Xilai held Yin Feng Wu Sword by the lake and said nothing.

In this context, Yuanqu and Zhuo rusui came in with tea sets and hot pot. How ridiculous the picture is.

Zhao Layue was very calm and asked, "why did you come so late?"

The bluebird news came back. Guangyuan immortal and Nan forgot to come. The Castle Peak sword boat came. The houses by the lotus pond were repaired. These two guys came here.

Holding an iron pot, Yuanqu bowed and looked like a waiter in a teahouse: "master, we've found something."

The hot pot is boiling, and the coal in it emits red light. You can imagine how hot it is to hold it. Zhuo rusui is not afraid. He still feels a little awkward and says, "it's time to wait for the soup to boil!"

Knowing their thoughts, Zhao Layue waved to them to set the table under the corridor.

Yuanqu put the iron pot and tea cup on the floor under the corridor, ran to find the nuns, asked for a small stove, and began to cook tea.

Zhuo rusui put down the hot pot and went to borrow tables and chairs, sighing all the way.

West to listen to the movement, from the lake through the Zen room to the corridor, watching the excitement in the field, slightly raised his eyebrows, I don't know what they are doing.

Zhuo rusui knew that the Xihai sword God was here on the way to the Yuan opera, and the realm was more unfathomable than that in the past. At this time, seeing each other appear, he suddenly became two wooden people, standing motionless under the corridor, full of Shenmo peak style.

West looked at Zhuo rusui and said it was good. Then she looked at the Yuan Opera and said it was ordinary.

Although the other side is the enemy of qingshanzong, it is the Xihai sword God after all. Zhuo rusui, a well-known swordsman in the world, proudly raised his eyebrow. In the Yuan opera, his expression remains unchanged. I think he has long been used to this frustration.

Zhao Layue said, "the soup is going to dry."

Zhuo rusui and Yuanqu woke up. Ignoring the oppression and tension of the strong enemy, he hurriedly continued his work.

After a while, the smell of tea began to rise and the smell of meat overflowed.

After Zhao Layue ate the array, Zhuo rusui and Yuanqu began to transport chopsticks like swords to grab meat. At the next time, the sword lights everywhere and cut through the twilight.

It seems lively and meaningful. While eating meat, they pay attention to the movement in the Zen room.

Unfortunately, well nine still didn't wake up.

Suddenly dozens of sword strings fell, condensed into silk and landed on the bridge.

With the sound of the silver bell, Nan forgot to come to the 3000 yard. She didn't even look at the West. Without expression, she went to the table, took the chopsticks handed over by Zhuo rusui respectfully and began to eat meat.

A moment later, Zhuo rusui didn't know where to touch a bottle of wine and handed it to her.

She opened the wine pot, took two drinks, got up and looked into the window. She found that Jing Jiu still didn't wake up. She couldn't help being disappointed and turned around and left.

Zhao La Yue had finished eating at this time, holding a cup of tea and leaning between her lips as if she were drinking.

In the whole process, no one spoke. The corridor was so quiet that only the boiling sound of red soup and the gurgling sound of tea in the iron pot could be heard.

Xilai vaguely understood something, shook his head and walked back to the lake with Yin Feng's body.

I don't know how long it took, Zhuo rusui and Yuanqu finally put down their chopsticks, looked at Zhao Layue and said, "we really can't eat."

Zhao Layue was silent for a while and said, "can't this?"

Zhuo rusui said, "should it be replaced with white soup?"

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No matter red soup or white soup, as long as you can cook hot pot, it is a good soup.

Zhuo rusui and Yuanqu lived in 3000 yuan. That night, he put down three bowls of noodles with the remaining hot pot soup.

With the starlight all over the sky, eating red oil noodles and listening to Zhao Layue's trip to the snow field, their mood is no longer so anxious. They have no initial vigilance and fear for the terrible strong man holding chicken and sword by the lake.

After a few days, the bird mother came.

She learned about her husband at Jingzong and rushed over overnight. Jingzong was not too far from Dayuan City, so she arrived fairly quickly.

After listening to the Yuan opera, she said, "I have also made some preparations."

Looking at the chessboard and two cans of chess pieces she took out, Zhuo rusui couldn't help but tilt his lips slightly and said with ridicule: "I said, younger martial sister... How do you think a faint person can play chess with you? Or do you want the headmaster to listen to the sound of you picking up chess pieces? "

The voice fell, and the wooden door of the three thousand courtyard was knocked again. This time it was Tong Yan.

Zhao Layue knew that he went to the underworld according to Jing Jiu's instructions and did a lot of things. Looking at his pale face, she said, "you're too hurt. Can you do it?"

Tong Yan said calmly, "when you play chess until you spit blood, that's the picture in the story."

Zhao Layue didn't say anything more. She thought who played chess in Chaoge city more than 100 years ago and almost fainted?

Jingling, crackling, the sound of black and white chess pieces falling on the chessboard is diverse and pleasant, just like the rain water with different momentum falling on the tank in front of the corridor.

Tong Yan and que Niang are undoubtedly the second and third person in the chess game of Chaotian mainland. If the world knows that they play chess in this round window Zen room, they will be extremely excited. They want to use a few years of life in exchange for the qualification to watch. However, only sleeping Jing Jiu and Bai Zao can see this game.

Zhao Layue, Zhuo rusui and Yuanqu are not interested in playing chess. They sit in the corridor, holding a tea cup in their hands and watching the light rain.

Xi Lai took a look at the beginning of the game and went back to the lake with Yin Feng's body.

Zhao La Yue looked at rain silk and suddenly said, "they are really like each other."

Zhuo rusui knew that she was talking about the Xihai sword God and the real leader. After a moment of silence, he said, "yes, there is some trouble."

Yuanqu looked back at them and vaguely understood their meaning.

When the rain stopped, the match was over. Tong Yan stood up and quietly looked at the sleeping Bai Zao for a long time. Then he went out of the meditation room and said to Zhao Layue, "why don't you try jingyunzhong?"

Xilai's voice without emotional ups and downs came from the round window: "no, his spirit will disperse."

Tong Yan said, "there's no other way, unless he wants to wake up."

Xilai said, "kill him."

"No!" Zhao Layue and others said in unison.

The sparrow Niang, who was holding a wet towel to wipe Jing Jiu's face, stared at the back of the lake, and her face was full of vigilance.

"Then I'll go." Tong Yan walked over to the bridge, suddenly stopped on the bridge, turned to Zhao Layue and asked, "he asked me to go back to Zhongzhou sect... Do you know?"

Zhao Layue said, "you are a disciple of Zhongzhou sect."

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On the third day after Tong Yan left, Gu Qing finally handled a lot of administrative chores in Chaoge city and rushed to Dayuan city.

He walked into the round window meditation room and stared at the tall figure by the lake for a long time. He found that he couldn't see any problems. Then he turned and looked at the sparrow mother who was wiping Jing Jiu's feet. At a glance, he saw a lot of problems.

Jing Jiu slept in Chaoge city for a hundred years. He and Liu were ten years old and had to do this every day. Naturally, they were very skilled and carefully told the queniang how to do it.

When he came to the corridor, he saw a lot of problems.

First of all, the tea soaked in Yuanqu is too strong, and although the Junshan silver eyebrow is valuable, it is not Shifu's favorite Xiaoya.

Secondly, Zhuo rusui's hot pot tastes too strong, and there is too little butter. The boiling soup is not covered with oil. All kinds of dishes rise up and mix together, which will obviously annoy master.

When it comes to making tea and hot pot, who can do better than him.

So the iron pot was carefully cleaned from inside to outside, and soaked with Xiaoya tea sent by shiyuefeng overnight. The hot pot was also changed and equipped with various dishes prepared by Gu's family.

The same thing was done again, but the people in the room still didn't wake up.

Gu Qing grabbed the bottom of the bowl with three fingers in his left hand and looked at the floating green vegetable leaves in the white soup. He was silent for a long time.

In order to refine the immortal knowledge left by Bai Ren in the immortal book, Jing Jiu slept in Guocheng temple for six years.

Later, he forcibly crossed the border and killed Bai Ren's part with the Castle Peak sword array. He slept in Chaoge city for more than 100 years.

In principle, he should have been used to it for a long time. The problem is that he clearly feels that master's sleep is very different from those in the past.

No breathing, no heartbeat, not even a trace of heating. What's the difference between this and the dead?

Not knowing what he thought, Gu Qing's face showed a determined look, slapped the bowl on the table, turned and entered the Zen room again.

With another slap, he knelt in front of the bed and said to Jing Jiu, "master, I'll make it clear to the Empress Dowager and peaches when I go back and let them choose for themselves. What do you think?"

Zhuo rusui and Yuan Opera suddenly changed color, because there was too much information hidden in this seemingly simple sentence.

Zhao Layue picked out the charred green vegetables on the edge and threw them on the table. She said expressionless, "continue to eat."

Zhuo Rushui looked at Yuan Opera and said nothing.

Unfortunately, even so, well nine still didn't wake up.

Gu Qing walked out of the meditation room. Zhuo rusui patted him on the shoulder and said with emotion, "you really tried your best."

"This is what I promised master."

With these words, he walked across the bridge to the solitary grave, stood silent for a while, and said, "I asked someone to find your painting. I've seen it. It should be senior Lian March. Speaking, we are somewhat similar."

He knew that childe Li from Dayuan city was buried in this solitary grave.

He wiped his eyes and left the 3000 yard.

The cosmic front left a cold sword light in the night.

Zhuo rusui stood in the corridor and looked at the fading sword light. He didn't know what he was thinking.

The voice from the West sounded by the lake: "his talent is not as good as you."

Zhuo rusui picked his eyebrow and said proudly, "of course." Xilai then said, "but if it's the leader, I'll choose him too." Zhuo Ru's eyebrows suddenly fell down A few days later, when Liu was ten years old, he finally arrived at the 3000 hospital. Looking at the dark young scholar, I don't know how many people have the same voice in their hearts: the one who should come is finally coming. The queniang shouldn't have confided her heart, which attracted the eyes of Zhuo rusui and Yuanqu. She thought that she had made so many hot pots and made so many pots of tea here at the risk of being killed by the Xihai sword God. Is it all in vain? Even Zhao Layue's expectation of Liu's ten years old was different. She directly asked, "what's your idea?" Liu arrived the last at the age of ten because he was the farthest away. These days, he has been strengthening the sea bottom with runes with his classmates in yimaozhai at the vortex. He has consumed a lot of spirit and vitality. His face is extremely pale, and the whole person has lost several circles. Hearing Zhao Layue's words, he suddenly turned and left the 3000 yard. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.