Chapter 516: The Flowers Will Fall to the Ground, and the Mother Will Marry

Dawn Lake is very quiet at night.

Only the impenetrable obscenities and almost curse-like curses could be heard from the Zhaixing Building.

The Xuanling Sect's disciples hid far away and didn't dare to listen at all, but they had already gotten used to it.

After the death of the previous suzerain, the old matriarch often cursed people like this in the building.

She always scolded her own daughter-in-law.

"This is my home."

Sese stood on the edge of the cliff, listening to the foul language over there, and sighed.

He Zhan looked at her and said, "Everything will be fine."

Sese turned to look at him and said, "Thank you for coming."

He Zhan said, "It was already too late when I heard the news."

Sese smiled and said, "It's not too late if you can come."

He Zhan didn't speak.

"In this situation, I can't leave."

Sese hugged him, leaned her face in his arms, and said softly, "Go back to Baicheng, I'll wait for you here."

He Zhan thought for a while, said hello, and then took out a few pieces of paper from his sleeve and handed them to her.

Thurse thought of a certain possibility, her expression became a little exciting, and she said, "I'm a girl...can't practice?"

He Zhan said helplessly: "What are you thinking? This is the secret recipe for grilled fish."

Hearing this answer, Thurse's eyes suddenly brightened, and she licked her mouth subconsciously.

He Zhan continued: "I forgot two seasonings in the secret recipe I wrote for Tong Yan last time, this one is delicious."

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He Zhan and Se Se thought that Tong Yan was retreating in Yunmeng Mountain. Many people think so too. Only few people know that Tong Yan has left Yunmeng Mountain, even fewer people know that he is in Qingshan, and only three people and one dog know that he is hiding in Hidden Peak.

The night wind was not cold, and the sound of the pine waves was heard. Jing Jiu carried the cat on his back and swept northward in the mountains, and soon he would come to the plain in the middle of the mainland.

No one came from the Zhongzhou faction until the end, which showed that Yunmeng's closure of the mountain was true. It seemed that before the spring rain fell, the practice world would still be as peaceful as it is now.

If the old lady hadn't survived this year, she would definitely not choose to make a move now.

"Since you said she was afraid of everything, why did she choose to give up after doing so many things?"

This is something that Ah Da can't figure out. If it were the old lady, he would be dead anyway, so he would have to make a big fuss before leaving in a cool way.

Jing Jiu summoned Universe Front and sat down, and flew a few feet away from the ground. The field under the starlight was just below, as if he could reach it with his hands.

"After the death of those elders, she can no longer control the whole situation. If she wants to forcefully suppress it, she will destroy the entire Xuanling Sect."

Jing Jiu looked at the blue wheat under his feet, and wondered why it hadn't changed color since it was midsummer.

When he was a child, he read a lot of poems and poems related to rice flowers and good harvests in books, but he had no common sense about grains at all.

Ah Da didn't understand what he said, and said, "If you beat it to death, you can beat it to death, or leave it to the daughter-in-law you hate the most?"

Jing Jiu stretched out his hand to pick a piece of wheat straw and stared at it in front of his eyes, and said, "She thinks she is from the De family, and Suzuki sect belongs to the De family, so why doesn't she feel bad when she dies?"

"The old matriarch is worried that Thurse will be like herself after she gets married, so that's why she doesn't want to give Xuanlingzong to her? How stupid."

Ah Da lay on top of Jing Jiu's head, stretched out his right paw and plucked the straw in his hand, thinking that everything in the end would be death.

Summer flowers will turn into autumn leaves, young crops will turn into rotten weeds, mother is going to get married, and it’s going to rain, why worry so much?

But since Xuanling Sect is destined to become someone else's family, why didn't the old matriarch just smash it up?

Jing Jiu said: "She should have thought of it. It is the best thing for Sese and He Zhan to become Taoist couples."

Ah Da doesn't understand what's so good about it.

Jing Jiu said, "The monk has many illegitimate children."

Ah Da meowed, thinking that there were too many of them.

Jing Jiu said, "Have you ever seen how many illegitimate children of monks take their father's surname?"

Ah Da meowed again, thinking that monks don't have surnames, so how can this be casual?

"So there is a high probability that Sesel and He Zhan's son will be named De in the future."

Jing Jiu said, "She wants to understand this truth, so what's the point of arguing?"

Ada wondered what would happen if Mrs. Chen gave birth to seventy, eighty or ninety younger brothers after Chen's remarriage?

Jing Jiu said: "Surse knows us. This time we have proved that Qingshan will guarantee Sesel to be the suzerain. What else does Jing Shu have to worry about?"

The morning light gradually appeared in the distance of the wilderness.

The cosmic front flew upwards and came to the top of the clouds. The speed was still not very fast, and it felt more like an ordinary person walking.

Two days later, Jing Jiu came to a town, went to a medical clinic, and confirmed the last news of Suan Lingzong.

The Chen family regained power, and the old lady was recuperating in the Star Picking Building because of her physical discomfort.

Thinking about it, she shouldn't have a day to leave the small building. Although she is not dead yet, she is still dead.

Ah Da looked at Jing Jiu, trying to see some emotions of emotion and reminiscence on his face, but found that he couldn't see anything, and couldn't help asking with his spiritual sense: "You don't have any ideas?"

Jing Jiu said, "Death is the worst thing, and the next worst thing is old age."

Ah Da thought of the wrinkled and stooped old lady, and after a moment of silence, he meowed softly.

Yes, no one wants to die or grow old, but even I am old, how can these poor human beings escape?

It looked at its own face on the water, feeling a little sad, thinking that even its beard had turned white.

Jing Jiu said, "Your beard is always white."

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Here is a wilderness.

Several rivers flow slowly and quietly, sometimes meeting and sometimes separating, just like those things in life.

There are many houses scattered in the field, and the village in midsummer is full of cicadas, but it is even more quiet.

Standing under the tree, Jing Jiu looked into the distance and said suddenly, "He probably won't come."

Hearing these words, Ah Da's spirit finally relaxed, and he circled his legs hundreds of times, carrying some green leaf debris, looking extremely cheerful.

After a few breaths, it was a little tired from running, and lay down on the ground with its legs upturned, exposing its belly.

Jing Jiu thought for a while, took out Han Chan, and threw it beside it.

Han Chan was looking at the stars over there, and suddenly found himself back in the Chaotian Continent, not knowing what happened, and a little dazed, until he saw the appearance of Lord Bai Gui, and then realized what Jing Jiu wanted to do, so he quickly turned over, his six limbs were on his back, and his belly was exposed.

Jing Jiu looked at Chu Zijian in his arms.

A few years ago in Guocheng Temple, Liu Shisui sent him several letters, and he also replied to several letters. The other party talked about Buddhism in the letters, and he talked about reincarnation.

Those things seemed to have nothing to do with practice, but he believed that with the other party's talent and wisdom in practice, he would be able to read between the lines what he really wanted to say.

The other party was touched after reading the letter, so he decided to go to Xihai to get the Chuzi sword.

Yes, he already knew that his brother was in Guocheng Temple at that time.

Now that the Chuzi sword is in his hand, if the senior brother really wants to turn into a sword student, he must come to him.

He went to Xuanlingzong to promise to kill someone for Sesel, and he also hoped to lure his senior brother out.

Liu Ci would let his senior brother go, but he insisted on his senior brother's death.

In the same way, he is the person the brother hates the most, and he will find a way to kill himself whenever he has the chance, not to mention the addition of the Chuzi sword now.

He stayed in Suanling Sect for a few days, and left for a few more days. Bulao Lin should have found himself, and his senior brother should have come no matter how far away, but...he didn't.

If there is no Chuzi sword, how are you going to solve your own problems?

Jing Jiu put away the Chuzi sword, the cat and Han Chan, tapped the ridge of the field with his toes, and he was more than a hundred feet away.

After more than ten breaths, he passed through the quiet rivers, scattered villages, unknown miscellaneous trees and still green wheat fields, and saw the big city in the distance.

There is a small hill more than ten miles behind, with dense woods and disturbing hooked weeds.

Even though it's midsummer, it doesn't feel hot here, but rather cold. There is dew on the leaves, and the weeds are even covered with a light layer of frost.

With his hands behind his back, Yuan Qijing watched Jing Jiu walk into Chaoge City, confirmed that Master would not appear, and turned to leave with some regret.

The wind and snow fell.

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There is a very unusual town in the northwest of Chaotian Continent. Because it is closer to the snowfield, the climate here is like spring in midsummer.

A carriage was about to go out of the city, but was stopped by followers of the Wind Knife Sect.

Not far from the city is Lengshan. In the past two years, the Fengdao Sect has cooperated with the court to suppress evil monsters, and various inspections have become more stringent.

The disciples of the Wind Knife didn't find out any problems, and when they opened the curtain of the car, there was a smell of medicine.

There is a small stove in the car, boiling black concoction, which looks extremely bitter.

A young man was lying on a soft couch with delicate features, but his face was very pale, he looked a little weak, but his smile was still so amiable.

An old man with a red nose and half baldness was reporting to serve him, and he seemed to be the old servant of the family.

The Fengdao cultist saw so many patients who wanted to go to Baicheng to worship Buddha, so he said it was a pity, put down the curtain, and waved his hand to pass.

With a coughing sound, the carriage passed through the city gate and headed towards the wasteland.

This is a remote place far away from the bustling areas of the Central Plains, and the Jing Dynasty is still carrying out effective governance. The official road on the wasteland outside the city is actually paved with bluestone, and it is still solid after more than a hundred years. It is obvious that it was helped by practitioners at the beginning.

The wheels crushed the hard bluestone slabs, making a rattling sound, the carriage kept vibrating, and the coughing inside did not stop.

Patriarch Xuanyin looked at the pale Yin San, his eyes were full of worry, and there were other complicated emotions.

He has finally gained some trust from the real person now, but the word trust has no meaning to people like them, what's more troublesome is that the real person seems to be dying. If the real person didn't tell him how to avoid the Castle Peak Sword Formation on the day of his death, what would he do? so……

He said sincerely: "My real man, you want a long life!"

Hearing this sentence, Yin San couldn't help laughing, and then couldn't help coughing violently.

As he coughed, the body under his clothes protruded from time to time, and then gradually flattened, looking extremely weird.

It's not like a real body, but more like a wooden pile in disrepair.

Yin San pushed open the window, looked out at the wilderness, coughed and said, "Let's have a drink."

The fresh air from the wasteland poured into the carriage, quickly blowing away the strong smell of medicine, but there was a smell that was always there and could not dissipate.

It was a smell of decayed trees.

The ancestor took off the medicine pot on the stove and replaced it with a wine pot, put his palm on it, and counted breaths to make the wine warm to the most suitable level.

He, the ancestor of the Xuanyin sect, is of course more precise than the fire control for the delicate work of warming the wine for a real person.

The smell of wine in the jug exudes a very strong smell of star anise and aniseed.

The old ancestor twitched his nose, thinking that the taste of this wine was not very good, it was like stewed hoof soup.

The wine is also very strange, it is extremely dark green, gently swaying in the glass, slowly rising and falling on the wall of the glass, like oil.

The ancestor held the wine glass in both hands and sent it to Yin San.

Yin San took the wine glass to his mouth, drank it slowly but uninterruptedly, squinted his eyes and said, "Good wine."

It was amazing to say that after drinking this glass of wine, his cough was really much better.

Seeing the old ancestor's curious expression, Yin San smiled and said, "You should try drinking a cup too, it's not bad."

The ancestor thought for a while, poured himself a cup, turned his body to drink, and then tapped his mouth.

No matter how strong the wine is, it is impossible to hurt him, but the stimulation is still there, especially the wine is like oil, it vaporizes so fast, it is like a ball of fire turning into water, giving people a warm feeling from the inside out, it is really good, he thought to himself, no wonder the real person likes it so much.

"This is the strongest wine in the world, and it is usually used as a blend. Basically, no one dares to drink it purely, for fear of hurting the throat and stomach, but we can drink it easily."

Yin San drank another cup and said, "Feeling its beauty, but not fearing its harm, this is the benefit of a practitioner."

Patriarch Xuanyin also had a drink with him and put the glass down.

Although this strange green wine is good, practitioners who can cultivate to his level have extremely strong self-control ability, and they can let go as soon as they say it.

There are really very few people like Daoist Taiping.

"If the Chuzi Sword is sent to the Chaoge City Palace, it will be even more difficult to snatch it."

The ancestor asked: "Why don't we do it?"

After Yin San drank the wine, his face was no longer pale, and two lovely blushes appeared, and he said: "Yuan Qijing is rigid in his work and not agile enough, but he is rigid and rarely makes mistakes. This is the biggest difference between him and Liu Ci. I don't want to take risks."

The carriage left the official road paved with bluestones and slanted into the desolate wilderness.

A few days later, accompanied by a somewhat desolate flute sound, the carriage came to the depths of Lengshan.

There is an extremely deep crack on the surface of the field, and the gushing magma has cooled down after two years and condensed into various strange shapes.

This is the trace left by Liu Ci's sword in the sky and the earth. Presumably in hundreds of years, it should become the most famous scenery in Chaotian Continent.

Patriarch Xuanyin thought that if he was the one who was cut by that sword, he would definitely die.

His gaze followed the crack to look more than a hundred miles away, and fell on the ruined Lieyang Gorge, and he was silent for a long time.

Everything has gone away, and there is no more Xuanyin sect in the world.

Yin San looked at the picture outside the window, put the bone flute back into his sleeve, and said, "As long as you live, Zongshan will be there."

I don't know if this sentence is to comfort the ancestor, or to himself.

The Patriarch thought about Su Ziye who was recruiting the scattered disciples of the Xuanyin Sect, and the Zhongzhou Sect who closed the mountain silently, so he helped Yin San out of the car without saying a word.

There was a gust of wind in the field.

Yinfeng flew over from nowhere and landed on the roof of the car.

The tail feather that was severed by Nan Chi regenerated, it looked a bit short, it probably hadn't fully grown, but the injury should be healed.

"You can both talk, so let's have a good talk, and let's talk if you can't agree."

Yin San looked at Yin Feng with a smile and said, "I want two fish scales, it should be able to agree."