Chapter 650

Since many, many years ago, Jing Jiu likes to lie on a bamboo chair and play the game of stacking sand in this porcelain plate.

At that time, no matter Liu was ten years old or Zhao Layue didn't know what this game was. Until later, at the meihui of Chaoge City, he said a few words after an amazing chess game with Tong Yan, he vaguely understood that this was a means of deduction and calculation.

Many years later, Jingjiu gradually stopped playing this game. People on Shenmo peak rarely see this porcelain plate and those fine sand until today.

A grain of fine sand falls and becomes a picture.

The surface of the undulating picture of rivers and mountains is extremely smooth, and no gap can be seen.

That's because all the sand grains are arranged closely and orderly according to his idea.

This requires unimaginable space construction ability and computing power, which is beyond human ability.

The garden was quiet. The wind blew the stream and the flowers and trees on the Bank of the stream, and did not dare to make any sound.

Ping Yongjia stared round at the sand map in the porcelain plate and opened her mouth very wide. She thought that master was really powerful. Is this more difficult than flying?

A Da didn't know when he left Zhao Layue's arms. He was lying on the opposite side of well nine, with his butt pouted high and looked very respectful.

Zhao Layue's reaction is the most ordinary and natural. Maybe it's because she looks at well nine and plays with the sand the most times?

She held her knees and looked sideways at the sand in the porcelain plate. The breeze brushed the messy hair and passed her eyes, cutting her black and white eyes into countless worlds.

Her eyes suddenly became brighter, not because she saw the truth of the road from the sand, but because tears gradually filled it.

I don't know what she thought. She was so sad.

In those days, after hearing the sound of the piano in March, Jing Jiu said four words - it's best not to understand.

At that time, she only felt that he had become so far away at that moment.

Now she is a big power at the peak of breaking the sea. There are few things she doesn't understand in the world. Naturally, she knows what the so-called far means.

He only needs enough time now to leave far enough.

"It's still early."

Knowing what she was thinking, Jing Jiu reached out and rubbed her head to express comfort.

Zhao Layue's short hair became more messy under his palm.

Well nine took out a braid and handed it to her.

This was cut off when she left the well house of Chaoge city a hundred years ago. Gu Qing worked steadily and carefully and always put it under his pillow.

"It's dirty." Zhao Layue looked at it with some disgust and didn't pick it up. She lit a sword fire at her fingertips and burned the braid into smoke.

Whether it's the cut hair, the peach blossom at the gate of Shuiyue nunnery, or the Begonia, you can't, but Castle Peak still needs to go back.

The party left Jingyuan and went to Yunji town.

The restaurant, which has been handed down for more than 200 years, has long stopped cooking any other dishes and only made all kinds of hot pot.

With the patronage of the family and the support of tourists and even practitioners from all over the world, the business of the restaurant is unimaginable, but it is natural that it dare not accept any business today.

Unfortunately, Jingyuan people just ate a hot pot today. The shopkeeper had to kneel on the ground and watched those figures disappear from his eyes with great disappointment.

When he came to a house, Jing Jiu took a look at the carriage inside through the courtyard wall and continued to walk forward.

Although he didn't control the sword, he only walked on his feet. With the current state of cultivation, he still crossed the long mountain road and came to the gate of Nanshan in a short period of time.

The thick fog dispersed without wind. The simple and even crude stone door appeared in front of the people. Under the door, a famous green mountain deacon sat behind the table and took a nap, but he was not the one in those days.

Well nine didn't disturb the man. He walked under the stone gate. The mountain wind blew and the white clothes floated slightly, just like clouds.

Zhao La Yue took ADA in her arms and everyone followed her in.

Not far from the Nanshan gate is Nansong Pavilion. Jing Jiu practiced outside here in those years - if sleeping can be counted as practice.

There are green pines like umbrellas everywhere in Yaping. Under the pine, there are diligent external disciples with white hot fog on their heads. The sound of boxing practice such as shouting and drinking can be heard occasionally in the depths of the pine forest.

He did not meet those young outside disciples, nor was he interested in guiding their practice. He went directly through the pine forest to the small building.

Many years ago, he once went back to Castle Peak and walked like a lion inspecting his territory. What is he going to do today?

Zhuo Rushui looked at the Yuan Opera and was a little nervous.

Guarding the small building is an elder shiyuefeng. Looking at the people who broke into the building, he was about to ask a few questions. Suddenly, he looked at Jing Jiu's face, subconsciously rubbed his eyes, then shouted and worshipped.

Jingjiu waved to him to get up, picked up his hands and began to look at the portraits in the building.

From the founder of Qingshan kaipai, we have seen Shizu Daoyuan immortal, Shifu sunken boat immortal, and then... Taiping immortal and himself.

The portrait of Liu CI is at the back. Well nine stood in front of the portrait for a while, suddenly pointed to the two portraits in front and said, "take them off." The elder shiyuefeng was shocked at the speech, but he didn't dare to object. He took off the portrait with trembling hands, and then asked, "master, this is..." Jing Jiu said: "who is dead between me and him in a few days? Hang it up again." There is a mountain outside Shangzhou City, which is neither famous nor scenic. There are more than a dozen ordinary farmers, each surrounded by the yard, and they are quite old and dead. In the most secluded and remote farmyard, there is a stone mill in disrepair. Yin Feng stood on the stone mill and was very powerful. Only one tail feather was missing. She looked pitiful. She was like a rooster crowing every morning, but suddenly found that the sun had not risen for many days“ For what? Why is he so lucky! Why did he win this time! " Yin Feng began to pace on the stone mill, looking rather anxious. She was like a tiger trapped in a cage for many years, and her voice became more and more sharp and harsh: "Mingming immortal has figured out everything, and it only takes more than ten years for Xiao Si to become the leader. We can return to Castle Peak, secretly regain power, swing Zhongzhou in the north, Guocheng in Nanping, and then control Chaoge city, Chaotian continent is ours... But why did he wake up at this time! And so powerful! "“ Bah! " Father Xuanyin spit thick phlegm on the ground, cleared his throat and continued to chew with an oily meat bone. Yin Feng looked at him with some disgust and said, "how can you eat this kind of meat? It's disgusting! Seeing how hard you eat, can't you throw it away? " Father Xuanyin put the meat and bones in his hand on the stone mill, gasped for breath and said, "I have a bad mouth now, so I have a bad appetite. Otherwise, how can I not eat?" Yin Feng said sarcastically, "I've never seen such a stupid evil devil like you. That's all things! How dare you swallow it? There's such a big hole in your stomach. How's your stomach? " Xuanyin said seriously, "I'm different from you. It's not the impact of the injury, but... I'm a little old." Hearing the word "old", Yin Feng fell into silence and looked at him with more pity. It is a Castle Peak garrison. It has a long life. It still has many years to live, but the ancestor of Xuanyin... Is really very old. The farmyard became very quiet. The wind blew from the West and faded the twilight, making the stars all over the sky bright. Xuanyin looked at the big locust tree outside the yard and sighed in an old voice, "immortal, I haven't been in the world for a few years. When will I be the head after floating with you for so long?" On the top of the big locust tree sat a young man, whose red clothes were particularly eye-catching in the remaining twilight, as if he were going to burn. His left arm had recovered as before, but it looked very white and tender, like a newborn baby and a lotus root just dug out of the mud. I don't know if this is a magic power brought by eclosion. Even the injury caused by a sword of all things can be cured“ Yes, when will this day come to an end? " Yin San squatted on the treetop, picked up a stone in his hand and threw it at a mouse in the field. Looking at this picture, Xuanyin's ancestor and Yinfeng looked at each other and felt extremely puzzled and worried. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.