There are no clouds in the night sky, and there are not many stars, hanging quietly in a very high and far place, looking very deserted.
Is this how the world is supposed to be
No, it cannot be described by words like cold or warm, because before human beings, there was no cold or heat.
How can the realm of life be united with the eternal heaven and earth
death, or immortality.
"Only great souls can be immortal?"
Zhao Layue looked at the starry sky and murmured.
Jing Jiu said, "Only those who are immortal can be immortal."
Zhao Layue remembered that he had said a similar sentence.
The benevolent are invincible? No, the invincible is invincible.
So how to become an immortal
"I don't know, because immortality cannot be proved."
Jing Jiu looked at the night sky and said, "Fortunately, there is no need to prove it."
Looking at his profile, Zhao Layue felt that feeling again, as if seeing an endless abyss.
It's clearly right in front of you, but it seems to be in an extremely far away place, and you can't catch up no matter how hard you chase.
The most unbelievable guess resurfaced in her heart again. Although it was impossible no matter how she thought about it, she was too familiar with this feeling.
Ever since she was very young, she has always felt this way since she knew that she was the heir chosen by Jing Jingzhen.
She didn't dare to continue thinking about it, so she changed the subject.
"Is Tong Yan waiting for you today?"
"It should be, he can calculate that we will appear, and the calculation power is really strong."
"Why did he do this?"
"He should have seen my chess record."
"Um?"
Jing Jiu said: "He doesn't like the way I play chess, but he has to admit my chess strength, so he wants to meet me."
Zhao Layue asked: "Which one of you is stronger in chess?"
"He can't beat me in chess."
Jing Jiu said calmly, "I'm not as good as him in Go."
Before leaving the chess booth, the sunspot he dropped was just a cover-up, and the real place where the chess fell was the place where he tapped.
Tong Yan and Master Guo should be able to understand what he meant and see the strength of this move. But that was clear to the onlookers - he had calculated for a long time before he came up with that move, if he were really allowed to take the place of Grand Master Guo and compete with Tong Yan for a whole game, the chances of losing would be very high.
Zhao Layue stretched out her hands to untie her braids, feeling much looser, but still feeling a little heavy.
At the Four Seas Banquet, she said that to Xiang Wanshu, and these things happened later.
Thinking about it now, she regretted it a little.
When you arrive at Xinjiekou, turn left to see Taichang Temple, turn right to cross Duya Bridge and then three intersections to Zhao’s House.
Zhao Layue stopped and said, "What kind of person is Tong Yan?"
Jing Jiu said, "I don't know, what about you?"
Zhao Layue shook her head: "I don't know either."
In some respects, Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue are two different types in the practice world.
They didn't seem to care about anything.
They don't care about food and vegetables like ordinary people, nor do they care about spring warmth and flowers like poets.
They don't care about the future and destiny of the human race like Luo Huainan, nor do they care about the outcome and mystery of the black and white world like Tong Yan.
They didn't even care about those opponents that should be valued on the road of cultivation.
"I'll go back and ask my family."
Zhao Layue thought for a while and said.
Jing Jiu thought to himself that he had a family now, and said, "Then I'll ask when I go back."
When she was about to say goodbye, Zhao Layue suddenly thought of something and asked, "Have you ever played mahjong?"
Jing Jiu hesitated for a while, and said, "Before... I was forced to beat him a few times, and they said that three were missing and one was missing, so I couldn't do without the beating."
Zhao Layue was very surprised, even more surprised than finding out that he was injured in the nunnery.
Jing Jiu doesn't care about everything, and is extremely lazy, who can force him to do things he doesn't want to do
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The nine peaks of the green mountains are all in the clouds.
The fog on Shangde Peak is not as thick as that on Jianfeng Peak, but it is colder. Maybe it is because of the secluded well that leads directly to the ground
Yuan Qijing stood in the deepest part of the cave, looking at the bottom of the well expressionlessly, wondering what he was thinking.
A few years ago, he finally succeeded in breaking through the realm and became another master of the Heaven-reaching Realm after the head of the Qingshan sect. The momentum of the Qingshan sect became even higher, and his position in the Qingshan was even more unshakable. In the eyes of many people, he was already a faint threat. Reached the position of head master.
But these years he has been very low-key, did nothing, just looked at the well, as if there is a good scenery inside.
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Tianguang Peak is the highest, and the top of the peak has already protruded from the clouds, so the sun here is the best, and it is very warm when it falls on the body. You can overlook the other peaks, and the scenery is also the best.
The head of the sect looked back at Shi Yuefeng, shook his head, walked back to the stele, looked at the scabbard inserted in the stele, thoughtfully.
There was a leisurely vicissitudes of life under the stele.
Yuan Gui slowly opened his eyes, and gave him a blank look.
As the oldest Qingshan guardian, it has accompanied several generations of Qingshan masters, and sent them away.
Until now, it still doesn't understand why these heads always look worried.
Don't they know that worrying damages the heart of the Tao
No wonder few were able to ascend successfully in the end.
What is there that they can't think of
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In the northwest of Chaotian Continent, there is a large snowfield and high mountain. It is vast and barren, extremely cold, and rarely populated. It is called Lengshan.
Kunlun Mountain, Tianshan Mountain and Yashan Mountain are all part of this high mountain.
At the same time, this is also the place where the evil sect monsters hide. It is said that the main altar of the Xuanyin Sect is here.
It's already spring in Chaoge City, but it's still snowing and extremely cold here.
A black spot appeared in the distance of the snow field, and then it got closer and closer, and the sound of the flute gradually became clearer, which was very pleasant.
The snow is falling, and the shepherd boy is playing the flute
Playing the flute is not a shepherd boy, but a young man.
The young man's brows and eyes were clean, revealing a sense of laxity, and there was an indescribable taste in his smile.
What he was riding was not a ox but a yak, the long black and dirty hair almost fell to the ground.
What he played was not an ordinary bamboo flute, but a bone flute.
There is a faint blood line in the middle of the yellowish bone flute, which may be a human bone.
The sound of the flute suddenly stopped.
A paper crane came from the snowflake, landed in his palm, and turned into letter paper.
The young man understood the contents of the letter without even reading it, and smiled.
"Why is Xiaosi so impatient? He actually wants to use a magic stick. Your little uncle is not such an easy person to deal with."
There are only snow and cliffs here, and there is no road.
In the eyes of that young man, there seemed to be an invisible road, and he rode a yak to the cold mountain without any hesitation.
When he came to the mountain full of cliffs and rocks, until there was no way to go, he turned over and got off the yak, and walked to a cliff.
He bent his index finger and knocked on the stone wall. The sound was dull and solid, which showed that the inside was definitely not empty, and naturally it couldn't accommodate people.
The young man laughed, feeling very satisfied, he put the bone flute back into his waist, and said, "Come out, sword escaper."