Chapter 726

Many years ago, when Chengtian sword returned from overseas, Liu CI turned into a spring rain. The position of leader of Qingshan clan was empty. Jing Jiu said I'll come. Who would have thought that Fang Jingtian then opened the sky among the wild flowers in the mountains. Immortal Taiping asked ah Piao to make a letter and directly forced him out of the green mountain.

Jing Jiu lived in the Jingyuan outside Yunji town for a period of time, which attracted countless practitioners in the world to make pilgrimages, but only two people were able to enter the Jingyuan and see him. That's Zhou yunmu and Lu Jin of Xuantian sect. People think they must get great benefits, whether it's skill or pill.

Huaibi was a sin. After they left the garden, they began to be chased and killed by people with red eyes excited by jealousy. Fortunately, they were protected by two disciples of forgetting peak and Su ziye. Over the next hundred years, the evil trend declined, and the situation in the spiritual world became more and more calm. Those who had been watching xuantianzong and found that there was nothing special about the two teachers and disciples gradually relaxed until they forgot about it. But in fact, they did take something from Jingyuan.

Even Zhao Layue didn't know about it.

That black brand is not the leader token of qingshanzong, nor the emerald green Yin Feng life card. I don't know what it is for.

Lu Jin took the black card, felt so heavy, and said, "let's start now?"

Zhou yunmu said, "if this brand is really a great treasure, I'm afraid it will cause an uproar. You stay in the gate and I'll go once."

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One morning, the morning glow dyed the sky red.

The cloud line suddenly pulled out in the eastern sky, which was redder than the morning glow, but there was no bloody meaning of frost sword, with a tranquil taste of Zen.

Swords were heard in the sky outside the three thousand courtyard, and the morning glow was brighter by the sword. I think it's the strongman of Qingshan sect coming here.

The lotus cloud lit up the newly opened flowers in the lotus pond and the small bridge. With a loud bang, a pair of clean white feet fell on the bridge.

Zhao Layue, Zhuo Rushui, Yuanqu and queniang saluted the monk who was still like a child on the bridge: "I've seen Zen."

Zen Zi finished what happened at the big vortex. On his way back to Baicheng, he made a special trip around Dayuan city. The cassock was full of holes cut by the sea breeze and salt flowers.

Liu shisui asked, "is there no problem over there?"

"Your teacher is finishing over there."

Zen Zi walked down the wooden bridge and came to the Zen room. His fingers in his right hand were slightly open and closed into a light mirror.

The morning light in the sky leaked in from the doors and windows. Through the condensation of the light mirror, hundreds of slowly rotating scriptures fell on Jing Jiu.

Zhao Layue and others looked at the picture without saying anything to disturb or holding much hope. I don't know how long it took. Zen took back the light mirror, shook his head and said, "there is no sword yuan. It's like blood essence flowing out. According to reason, he should be dead at this time."

This is the same as Xilai's initial judgment.

Zen Zi then said, "it's just that real people have the ability to change the world and the magic power to cut life and death. I don't know what method can keep a trace of sword meaning in the deepest place."

"If the sword means that the leader has been ready, why hasn't he waked up?" Zhuo rusui asked.

"Because he was hurt too badly, in other words, he worked harder than he thought." Zen Zi looked at Jing Jiu's face and his eyelashes gently stirred by the morning wind. He wondered why he did this. "Now his spirit is also sleeping deeply, so he can't enter qingtianjian."

The beautiful singing of birds came from the window. It was the approval of the green birds on the branches.

Zhuo rusui said reluctantly, "of course we know he is sleeping. We ask why he can't wake up."

"Have you ever thought that his body is transformed by the sword of all things, so what is his spirit for this body?" Zen Zi turned and looked at Zhao Layue and asked.

Zhao La Yue said, "yes... Guests who stay here."

She thought of this problem very early, so she was so alert to Ping Yongjia. She took Jing Jiu away from the East China Sea to the snow field, but refused to go back to the Castle Peak.

For the body transformed by the sword of all things, Ping Yongjia, who dare not leave in the sword peak at this time, is the real master.

"I don't know I'm a guest in my dream..."

Zen looked around the crowd and said, "the real man once said that he was the direction of all cause and effect, so is he still Jingyang?"

Xilai once expressed a similar meaning.

In their opinion, the former Jingyang immortal and the present Jingjiu are the same person, but they are not exactly the same person.

They are not two same rivers, but the upstream and downstream of one river.

Can Jing Jiu give up the causes and effects of Jingyang and become the real him at the moment?

If he could, he might wake up.

When Liu was ten years old, after listening to Zen, he thought seriously for a long time, and then honestly said, "I don't understand."

He has read numerous files in Yuntai, listened to scriptures in Guocheng temple for many years, and read extensively in yimaozhai. Although he still looks at the dark peasant youth, he is actually the most knowledgeable person of this generation of practitioners. Even he can't understand Zen, and Zhuo rusui and others naturally can't understand it.

"In fact, I don't quite understand it myself. This is what happened to him. Maybe... Only he understands it."

Zen Zi looked at Jing Jiu in his deep sleep again and said, "but I'm not worried that he won't wake up. No matter whether he is Jingyang or Jing Jiu, of course he will keep a back hand for himself."

Zhuo rusui said, "didn't you say that the headmaster didn't expect to be hurt so badly, so the sword breath couldn't wake up?"

Zen looked at him like an idiot and said, "can a person who is afraid of death like him only leave a backhand?"

"Your inferences, or... Do you know that I am me today?"

The sound from the West suddenly sounded out of the round window.

"Although I really don't understand, it may mean that."

With these words, Zen raised the hem of his monk's robe, crossed the round window, came to the lake, and sat side by side on the stone bench with Xilai.

Barefoot like white lotus probes into the slightly cool lake water, swinging and swinging, attracting many fish to play.

Xilai asked, "it is said that you were the respected, serious and upright Linxi master of Guocheng temple in your previous life. After reincarnation, you were as playful as a child. What's the mystery?"

Zen Zi said, "I discussed this problem with Jingyang immortal. After my adoptive father died, I gradually remembered some memories of my previous life, but can that prove that I am me?"

Xilai said, "it's really very difficult to prove. Like him, is he Jingyang or Jingjiu? Or who would he like to be? "

"I really don't understand, but you're right. I'm really playful in this life."

Zen took out a large handful of thin wooden sticks from his sleeve and threw them on the stone stool between the two.

Those thin wooden sticks are casually erected, some scattered outside, but if you look carefully, you can find that the structure is extremely complex and it is very difficult to disassemble them.

This is the most common and simplest game played by children. No matter how careless the world is, he is devoted to repairing the sword and knows how to play it.

He looked at Zen Zi and found that the other party's eyes were very clear, but they were so serious.

He thought for a moment and reached out and pulled out one of the sticks.

It's not the top and simplest one, nor the one with the most difficult position, but a very casual one.

The morning breeze gently brushed the lake, slightly disordered the morning light, and ushered in two sword lights.

Guangyuan immortal and Nan forgot to fall on the Bank of the lake. Zhao Layue and others also came to the field and their sight fell on the stone bench.

They know that this pile of sticks is the battle between Zen Zi and Xilai.

Zen Zi stretched out his hand and drew a stick.

Xilai then suddenly pulled out two at the same time.

Zen Zi looked at him.

The lakeside is very quiet, that is, when the morning wind comes to the stone bench, they all stop consciously, and no one will make a noise.

It's a simple game for children. Naturally, it can't be difficult for people like Xilai and Zen Zi.

Not long after, Nan forgot and others saw the real intention of the game.

Zen Zi and Xilai's choice every time they smoke a stick seems random, but it's not. The purpose of their choice of sticks is not just to draw out that stick, but to make the pile of sticks more complex and fragile, adding countless difficulties to each other. It's not so much a small game of drawing sticks. It's more like playing chess, and it's not an ordinary chess game. It's a little close to the three-dimensional chess game that Jing Jiu demonstrated to people in chessboard mountain of Chaoge city.

Obviously, the bird mother has remembered the scene of that year. Her eyes become very bright and her expression is very focused.

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With the passage of time, the morning wind is still gentle, and the morning light is getting thicker and redder.

The lakeside was still quiet, and the two of them pulled out their wooden sticks more and more slowly. Zen Zi looked very dignified, and Xilai changed his sitting position once. In terms of realm strength alone, Zen should be a little inferior to the west, but he went to Castle Peak to ask immortal Jingyang. After 100 days, he has been painstakingly studying this pile of wooden sticks. He really doesn't know the final outcome.

Finally, most of the sticks have been pulled out, either on the ground or floating on the surface of the lake.

There are only three lonely thin wooden sticks left on the stone stool, which are built with each other, presenting the beauty of stability and balance in an indescribable way.

It looks like the shelf of a campfire, burning slowly in the morning light.

At this time, as long as you draw out another wooden stick, the remaining two wooden sticks will fall down unless you use magic power to maintain, but what's the meaning?

Next, it's Zen's turn.

He looked at the three wooden sticks on the stone bench and remained silent for a long time. His white lotus like bare feet patted gently in the lake and drove the disturbing fish to the distance.

"I lost."

Zen smiled and said, like a chess master who admits defeat.

The key to the victory or defeat of this game is not their technique and choice. From the final result, it is only the number and order of sticks.

Zen Zi put down the pile of sticks, except for those scattered sticks and the number of sticks together, they can count them at a glance.

"Your deduction and calculation ability is no longer below him. Even if he wakes up, he can't beat you. " With these words, Zen Zi went to the lake and the water moved gently, which naturally gave birth to a lotus cloud. Nan forgot to look at him and said, "just go?" Zen said, "I can't beat him. What if I don't go? Go back to Baicheng. " The morning wind carried the lotus clouds to the sky and went to the snow field in the morning glow. The crowd took back their sight and looked at the statue like West on the stone bench, creating a strong sense of frustration. At this time, the green bird flew over from the branch. It grabbed a thin wooden stick with its two small claws, lowered its head, bit the other thin wooden stick, pulled it out and threw it aside. It looked up to the West and said proudly, "am I winning? Should you leave? " Xilai doesn't know what to say“ Don't be ashamed. " Zhuo rusui said seriously, "you're walking on stilts."（ I wrote some words, thought about it or deleted it. I wish everyone happy every day. I will also write more happy words like today's chapter. Come on.) This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.