The wooden door opened, and Jing Jiu came out.
The boy was shocked when he heard the coughing sound coming from the room, got up and ran in.
The sound of coughing echoed in the quiet room. The white paper on the desk was covered with blood spots, and it looked like a plum blossom.
Tian Jinren's face was pale and looked extremely painful.
The boy's face was pale, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Sir! Sir! What's the matter?"
Tian Jinren ignored him, stared at the direction Jing Jiu was leaving, panting continuously, his eyes without pupils looked like dead fish.
"What a bright silver light... all silver light... who are you?"
It was the first time that the boy saw his husband showing such a blank expression, and asked in horror: "Sir, do we want to leave?"
After a while, Tian Jinren finally calmed down and shook his head with some difficulty.
Jing Jiu saw through his attack, and the Qingshan sect might react afterwards.
For some reason, he wasn't worried about this, but was just shocked by how Jing Jiu was aware of his attack, and how he deciphered it.
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Just like what Tian Jinren said, Jing Jiu had only practiced Taoism for a short time, and his realm was far behind him.
If Tianjinren didn't want to silently implant fragments of spiritual consciousness, but directly cultivated with realm, Jing Jiu could be crushed easily.
But he used his mental strength to deal with Jing Jiu, he was looking for boredom, even death.
Looking at the Chaotian Continent, his spiritual power is far superior to most of the strong ones. It can be called unfathomable, but it is still impossible to be Jing Jiu's opponent.
Of course, Jing Jiu also paid a price.
When he left the old nunnery, he took a stack of blank papers from the desk.
Walking outside Merlin, he kept wiping his mouth with those papers, and soon the papers were stained red with blood.
He was seriously injured, otherwise he would have killed Tian Jinren with his sword on the spot.
Walking so resolutely, seemingly chic, is that he needs to use this posture to intimidate the other party.
Everyone, including Se Se, had already left, only Zhao Layue was waiting outside Merlin.
Looking at Jing Jiu's pale face, Zhao Layue raised her eyebrows.
Before she could speak, Jing Jiu asked a question.
"What do you think of the relationship between Luo Huainan and that young man in brocade?"
Zhao Layue was thinking about his affairs, when she heard this question, she was a little surprised, and said, "Luo Huainan is deliberately rude."
She had already vaguely guessed the identity of the young man in brocade clothes.
Luo Huainan was the strongest among the younger generation of ascetics, and he couldn't surpass that person, but in front of the nunnery, he didn't even look at the young man in brocade clothes, let alone speak.
Jing Jiu put on his hat, and the stack of papers in his hand was ignited by the sword fire.
Then he said: "They know each other, and the relationship should not be shallow."
Zhao Layue asked, "Why?"
"Because the Jing family has always been close to the Zhongzhou faction, it is impossible for the head disciple of the Zhongzhou faction not to know the current crown prince."
Jing Jiu said, "So they are avoiding suspicion."
Zhao Layue stared into his eyes and asked, "What happened?"
The hat covered Jing Jiu's face, and the blood-stained paper was burned to ashes, but this could not be hidden from her eyes.
Jing Jiu was silent for a while, then said, "I didn't accept what Tianjinren wanted to do."
"Are you hurt?"
Zhao Layue looked back at the old nunnery in Meilin.
Jing Jiu said, "No problem, he doesn't feel well either."
She asked, "What happened in the nunnery?"
Jing Jiu said: "I asked a question, and he also asked a question. My question was relatively simple, and his question was more difficult, so we broke up in the end."
Zhao Layue thought of the secrets about him, vaguely guessed the truth, and said, "I shouldn't be here, you won't see him."
"In the end I saw him, and it had nothing to do with you, and it had nothing to do with him."
What Jing Jiu said was the truth.
He walked back to the old nunnery from Meilin, apparently because Tian Jinren mentioned Jingyang.
He knew it was just an excuse.
The real reason he went to meet Tian Jinren was curiosity.
Rumor has it that this master of White Deer Academy is the person closest to the Dao of Heaven in the world.
He has seen the way of heaven.
He wanted to prove whether he and Tian Jinren saw the same way of heaven, so as to break some mental barriers.
It is a pity that the other party is still far away from the Heavenly Dao, and there is no way to provide him with any proof.
These things were hard to explain, and he didn't want to.
Walking along the stone road to the exit of the old plum garden, there were noisy sounds from the street not far away.
Thinking about that proud young man with eyes above his head, he was still torturing the chess stall owner on the street.
Not knowing whether it was because he was tired or because of his injuries, Jing Jiu stopped and sat down on the stone steps.
Looking at the dark crowd on the street in the distance, he said, "Luo Huainan went to the nunnery to ask, why didn't he go?"
Zhao Layue knew that he was talking about the young man who played chess.
She also knew who the young man playing chess was.
But she couldn't answer the question.
Jing Jiu said, "Because he is a really smart person, and he is proud enough."
Zhao Layue said: "I understand being proud, but what's the point of being smart?"
Jing Jiu said, "Because he didn't go into the nunnery to ask questions."
Zhao Layue thought to herself, isn't this going around again
She said, "I always feel like you're calling me stupid."
Jing Jiu said, "Didn't you ask?"
Zhao Layue looked slightly different, and said, "How do you know?"
"Because that's the question I'm asking Tianjinren."
Jing Jiu said, "I know you didn't ask, and I also know what Luo Huainan asked."
Zhao Layue was very interested in Luo Huainan's problem.
Jing Jiu explained his question and Tian Jinren's answer, and then said: "The so-called questions are all for the world to see, and the answers to the questions are not really important, who can say for sure what will happen in a hundred years? The key is the content of the question and how it will be evaluated by the questioner.”
Zhao Layue probably understood what he meant.
The spread of Luo Huainan's problem will make his image even bigger.
Because what he cares about is not food and vegetables, spring warmth and blooming flowers, but the future and destiny of the human race.
If the young man in brocade clothes had the opportunity to enter the nunnery, he would definitely not ask how many years His Majesty the God Emperor can live, although this must be the question he is most concerned about.
The young man in brocade clothes will definitely be like Luo Huainan, with a very beautiful and blameless question.
The young man who played chess refused to enter the nunnery just because he understood this point, coupled with his own aloofness and desolation
Zhao Layue only knew that it was not for this reason.
She really wanted to know the whereabouts of Master Jing Jing, but she didn't dare to take the risk.
In addition, she really wanted to know who Jing Jiu was.
"You should ask me that question directly."
Jing Jiu looked into her eyes and said, "I am what you want..."
Zhao Layue raised her right hand to signal him not to speak any more.
Jing Jiu looked at her quietly, expressing his incomprehension.