The Path Toward Heaven

Jing Jiu didn't look up, and continued to grind the demon bone, his expression focused.

In the high-speed friction, the demon bone kept throwing bone meal and landed on the table. It seemed to be mixed with many grains and glittered.

The girl saw that he was not exfoliating and was very curious. She even forgot her sadness and asked, "What are you doing?"

Jing Jiuxin thought that he should not be afraid to hurt the little girl and took the initiative to withdraw.

No matter what relationship you have with Jingli, such noise is always bad.

The girl lay on the windowsill and watched him continue to ask, "Is this the fat powder ground from the jade mud? It looks so good."

Jing Jiu glanced up at her, wondering if he would faint her.

The girl saw his face froze suddenly, covered her mouth subconsciously, and did not make a scream, she said: "You look so good."

It's really nothing new, Jing Jiu no longer cares about her, and lowers his head to continue sharpening his sword.

The young girl's gaze went back and forth between his face and the glittering "fat powder", murmured: "No wonder my aunt said that women's looks were piled up with money."

Actually, some people use nephrite to make fat powder. This is really too luxurious. Even if her house is the top one in Chaoge City, she dare not make this idea. Then she thought, is it because she spends less money that she ca n’t use such extreme fat powder, which is not good-looking, so Li Li refuses to promise to elope with herself?

"You ... can you give me some of this fat powder?"

The girl looked at Jing Jiu and begged, "I don't want to look as good as you, only one tenth."

Jing Jiu naturally ignored her and continued to focus on sharpening her sword to ensure that the angle and strength of each shot were perfect.

No matter how rare the picture is, it will become boring when you look at it for a long time. After half an hour, the girl finally disappears by the window.

Of course, it may also be because the door of the well house courtyard was pushed open from the outside.

Jing Shang took his father and wife to Zhaoyuan outside Chaoge City to take a summer vacation. Although the two relationships are very close, it is impossible to have problems, but after all, it is another manor house, and the Zhao family has a deep heritage in Chaoge City. It was far from his Taichang Temple official, so he returned after staying for ten days.

Mrs. Jing took the servant woman to cook and prepare food. Father Jing went to the East Chamber to care if the birds kept were thin, for fear that her grandson would forget to feed. Here, scrub the tables and chairs inside to make sure they are spotless.

As long as others are in Chaoge City, this will be done every day.

So no matter what time Jiu Jiu came, he saw the same study room that was spotless and unchanged.

Jingshang opened the door of the study and confirmed that there was no change in the furnishings today. There was just one more person and he was surprised and said, "Ah! You ... are you back?"

Jing Jiu was concentrating on sharpening his sword and didn't want to be disturbed, but looking at the bucket in Jing Shang's hand and the rag hanging in his arm, he felt like he should say something.

At first he was about to say that he had worked hard these years, and he felt like he had said it before, so he asked, "Did you eat?"

The Jing family had just returned from Zhao Yuan outside the city and naturally did not eat. The aroma of rice and vegetables in the back kitchen was also proof.

Jing Shang misunderstood what he meant and asked him to go to the flower hall for dinner.

Jing Jiu naturally would not spend time on such boring things as eating, but he went to the flower hall with him and planned to spend precious time with the family to gossip.

Gossip is his least good at things. He looked at Father Jing with his silver hair and a little embarrassed expression, and nodded slightly, thinking that the medicine from Gu Qing seemed good.

Jingli saluted him respectfully, his eyes full of admiration.

Jing Jiu didn't ask him about his study and practice with Prince Jing Yao, looked at him twice and said, "It's a bit slower. If you can't, let's go to Qingshan."

Listening to this, Jing Shang was very surprised. I thought that there would be such a fairyland?

Jingli was a little depressed. He was already committed to the realm. Jingyao of the imperial family was far worse than him. The gold offerings in the palace said that he was talented, but it was slow? It is possible to go to Qingshan. Of course, he knows that it is an extremely rare fairyland. But in that case, wouldn't he really want to be different from Shier?

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Jingjiu didn't know what Jingli was thinking, even if he knew it, he wouldn't care.

Enlightened by Qingshan Zhenshou, learning swords with him as long as he is willing is the best beginning for any practitioner.

But this kind of thing, no matter who leads the door, it depends on everyone.

Everyone has their own ideas, and it's no pity.

Jing Jiu returned to the study and continued to concentrate on sharpening his sword. His hand speed became faster and faster, and he quickly found the time wasted in the flower hall.

There was an extremely slight friction between his arm and that section of demon bone, and there was a warm feeling, which sounded pleasant to the ear.

At least it sounds good to him, and even calls it wonderful.

For the next three days and three nights, he didn't rest for a moment, not even changing his posture.

Until footsteps came from the window.

Jing Jiu stopped and felt some soreness in his arm.

It was a very rare thing for him.

The demon bone was really too hard, mainly because he moved too fast.

If a friction is counted as a sword, he has at least 100,000 swords in these three days and nights.

Even if it is an idiot's sword repair, so many swords have been issued in such a short time, I can understand the true meaning of the sword, let alone him.

After grinding the sword for three days and three nights, he gained a new understanding of kendo and consumed a lot of energy for it.

"Pour me a cup of tea," Jing Jiu said.

Of course, the Jing family would not bother him, but it was the girl who came out the window.

She is the youngest granddaughter in the government and has always been loved by her grandfather. Don't talk about the spring water, regardless of the season, the water will not touch, naturally including tea.

It stands to reason that when listening to Jing Jiu, she should lose her temper and at least show a bit of coquettishness, but I do n’t know if she wanted to get those "fat powders" or something else. She actually opened the door of the study. , Really poured a cup of tea for Jing Jiu, and then stood side by side.

Jing Jiu took the cup of tea and took a sip, his eyes dropped slightly and he said, "Do you know me?"

The girl's face expressed an uneasy expression, and her voice trembled, "I know you are the Master of the Nine Immortals."

Jing Jiu remembered the habit of Liu Ci and Zhuo Rusui, and found that this was very easy, so he hummed.

Well, the word is very interesting, and it can show countless meanings as the pitch rises and falls.

Sometimes they agree, sometimes they are confused, sometimes they are angry, and they have the same endings, but they also have questions and provocations.

For the lazy people of Aoyama Sect, it is indeed a skill that should be mastered.

Jing Jiu naturally asked.

The young girl said timidly: "Listen to Li Li, you are his uncle, saying that you are like a real fairy. I remembered that when I returned home that day, it should be you."

Jing Jiu said, "Huh?"

The girl hurriedly said, "Brother Li didn't tell me anything else, and I didn't tell anyone that you were in Chaoge City."

Jing Jiu said, "Well."

The girl put down her heart and looked at the pile of shiny powder on the table. After all, she couldn't help curiosity and asked softly, "What the **** are you doing?"

Jing Jiu said, "Sharpening the sword."

The girl froze, thinking where the sword is?

Jing Jiu said, "Don't come again."

The girl knew that this was the last chance, and gathered her courage, she was ready to say the words that she had thought about in the house for three days.

"Do not say."

Jing Jiu said, "I don't want to hear any story. Tell Jingli I drank you a cup of tea, and that's it."

The girl froze again, suddenly realized what he meant, and thanked him in a hurry, then ran out of the study to look for Jingli.

Jing Jiu put down the tea cup and continued to sharpen his sword.

This cup of tea is cold and has been kept for three days and nights.

If the girl notices this, maybe he will do more, such as letting the palace's debut intention directly refer to marriage.

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In the early autumn, the demon bone was finally ground by him and turned into a pile of bone meal on the table.

Jing Jiu went to the window, raised his two hands, and took a close look at the high sky as a background.

His right arm has been repaired a lot, and no obvious deformation can be seen, but it is still slightly different from his left hand.

For example, the finger joints are slightly protruding ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It's like a sugar gourd strung on a wooden stick, and the wrist is still twisted.

The twist on the wrist is actually very small. If you don't look closely, you can't see it, but it still makes him feel dazzling.

He could not tolerate nails or imperfections.

He needs to continue sharpening his sword, but the demon bone is worn away, where should I look for a new sharpening sword?

The cosmic front broke through the window on the bookshelf, circled outside the well house at an extremely fast speed, and gently tapped a green brick.

The blue bricks subsided, the stone **** rolled, and another precious artifact was lost in the government palace.

After a while, Lu Guogong came to the study panting, thinking what was going to happen?

"It's good for you to take it back and drink."

Jing Jiu pointed to the pile of bone meal on the table and said, "It may taste strange, and serve it with strong tea."

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