The Path Toward Heaven

Jing Jiu did not raise his head and continued to grind the demon bone, his expression focused.

In the high-speed friction, the demon bone kept throwing bone powder and fell on the table, which seemed to be interspersed with many crystal grains and glittered.

The girl saw that he wasn't grinding skin, and was very curious. She even forgot her sadness and asked, "What are you doing?"

Jing Jiu thought that he shouldn't be afraid of hurting this little girl and took the initiative to withdraw.

No matter what your relationship with Jing Li, such noise is always bad.

The girl was lying on the window sill, watching him and continuing to ask: "Is this a powder made from jade mud? Really beautiful."

Jing Jiu looked up at her, wishing she would not faint her.

The girl saw his face suddenly stunned, and covered her mouth subconsciously, without screaming, and lost her mind: "You look so beautiful."

It's really nothing new. Jing Jiu ignored her and bowed his head to continue to sharpen his sword.

The young girl's eyes flicked back and forth between his face and the pile of crystal-clear "fat powder", muttering: "No wonder Xiaogu said that women's faces are all piled up with money."

It was actually too extravagant that some people used nephrite to make fat powder. Even if her family was the top-most family in Chaoge City, she dared not make this idea.Immediately after she thought, was it because she spent less money and failed to use such extreme fat powder, which was not good-looking enough, so Brother Li refused to agree to elope with herself?

"You ... Could you give me some such powder?"

The girl looked at Jing Jiu and begged, "I don't want to be as good-looking as you are, but one-tenth is fine."

Jing Jiu will naturally ignore her and continue to concentrate on sharpening his sword to ensure that the angle and strength of each shot are extremely perfect.

No matter how rare the picture is, it will become boring after a long time. After half an hour, the girl finally disappeared by the window.

Of course, it may also be because the door of the Jingzhai courtyard was pushed away from the outside.

Jing Shang took his father and wife to Zhao Yuan outside Zhaoge City to avoid the summer heat. Although the two are very close, it is impossible to go wrong, but after all, it is another manor, and the Zhao family has a deep heritage in Chaoge City. It was far from his official at Taichang Temple, so he came back after ten days.

Mrs. Jing took her servants to cook and prepare meals. Mr. Jing went to the east wing to care about whether the birds he raised were thin. For fear that the grandson forgot to feed, the Jing merchant came to the study with a bucket and cleaning tools in the first place As usual, scrub the tables and chairs inside to be spotless.

As long as others are in Chaoge City, they will do this every day.

So no matter when Jing Jiu came, I saw the same study room spotlessly clean and without any changes.

Jing Shang opened the door of the study and confirmed that there was no change in the furnishings in the room. It was just one more person, who 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 and the rag hanging in the arms of Jing Shang, he thought he should say something.

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

The Jing family had just returned from Zhaoyuan outside the city, and they naturally did not eat, as evidenced by the smell of rice and fresh leaves from the kitchen.

Jing Shang misunderstood what he meant, and invited him to eat together in the flower hall.

Jing Jiu wouldn't spend his time on such boring things as eating, but he followed him to the flower hall and prepared to use his precious time to talk to the family.

Gossiping is what he is the worst at. He looks at the silver-haired, embarrassed expression of Jingfu, and nods slightly, thinking that Gu Qing sent the medicine to look good.

Jing Li saluted him respectfully, and his eyes were full of admiration.

Jing Jiu didn't ask him about studying and practicing with Prince Jing Yao. He glanced at him and said, "The progress is slower. If you can't do it, go to Qingshan."

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

Jing Li is a little depressed. He is already the realm of promise. Jingyao of the royal bloodline is far inferior to him. The gold worship in the palace says that he is very talented. Is this still slow?Then there is the possibility to go to Qingshan, he certainly knows that it is an extremely rare fairy edge, but in that case, does he really want to be different from Shi'er?

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Jing Jiu didn't know what Jing Li was thinking, even if he knew it, he wouldn't care.

It was opened by Qingshan Zhenshou personally, and he could learn the sword with him if he wanted to. It is the best beginning for any practitioner.

But in this kind of monastic practice, no matter who leads the door, it is ultimately everyone who sees it.

Everyone has their own ideas, which is a 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 recovered the time wasted in the flower hall.

There was an extremely slight friction between his arm and the demon bone, and there was also a warm feeling, which sounded very pleasant.

At least it was very pleasant for him, and even wonderful.

For the next three days and three nights, he didn't take a break, and he didn't even change his posture.

Until there were footsteps outside the window.

Jing Jiu stopped and felt a sore arm.

This is a very rare thing for him.

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

If one friction is counted as one sword, he has produced at least one hundred thousand swords in these three days and nights.

Even the idiot Jianxiu, who has produced so many swords in such a short time, can understand the true meaning of the sword, not to mention him.

Through three days and three nights of sharpening his sword, he had a new understanding of kendo and consumed a lot of spirit for it.

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

The Jing family would not come to disturb him naturally, and it was the girl who came out of the window.

She is the youngest granddaughter in the house. She has always been favored by her grandfather. Not to mention Yangchun water, no matter what season you have, it will not be stained. Naturally it includes tea.

It stands to reason that she should lose her temper when listening to Jing Jiu's words, at least she will show a little bit of coquettishness, but I don't know whether it is because she wants to get those "fat powder" or something else. , Really poured Jing Jiu a cup of tea, and then stood side by side.

Jing Jiu took the cup of tea, took a sip, and looked down, saying, "Do you know me?"

The girl's face was uneasy, and her voice trembled. "I know you are Master Jing Jiuxian."

Jing Jiu remembered the habits of Liu Ci and Zhuo Rusui, and found this to be very easy, so he yelled.

Um, this word is very interesting. With the ups and downs of the tone, it can show countless meanings.

Sometimes they agree, sometimes they express doubts, and sometimes they express anger. They are also slightly picky at the end, but they also have the functions of asking questions and provoking.

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

Jing Jiu was naturally asking questions.

The girl said timidly: "I heard Brother Li said that you are his uncle, saying that you look like a real fairy. I only remembered that day after I returned home, it should be you."

Jing Jiu said, "Huh?"

The girl hurriedly said: "Brother Li has not told me anything else, nor have I said to others that you are in Chaoge City."

Jing Jiu said, "Well."

The girl lowered her mind and looked at the pile of shiny powder on the table. After all, she couldn't help but be curious and asked softly, "What are you doing?"

Jing Jiu said: "Sword sharpening."

The girl was stunned, thinking where is the sword?

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

Knowing that this was the last chance, the girl gathered her courage and prepared to say what she had thought for three days in the house.

"Do not say."

Jing Jiu said: "I don't want to listen to any stories, tell Jing Li that I had a cup of tea with you, that's it."

The girl was stunned again, and suddenly understood what he meant. She thanked her and ran out of the study to find Jing Li.

Jing Jiu put down his teacup and continued to sharpen his sword.

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

If the girl noticed this, maybe he would do more, such as letting the palace make a direct reference to marriage.

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

Jing Jiu walked to the window and raised his two hands. With the high sky as the background, he carefully observed and contrasted for a long time.

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

For example, the finger joints are somewhat protruding, like candied fruits on a wooden stick, and the wrist is still twisted.

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

He could not tolerate nails in his eyes, nor any imperfections.

He needs to continue to sharpen his sword, but the demon bone has been worn away, where should he go to find a new sharpening stone?

The universe front broke through the window of the bookshelf, and went around the well house at an extraordinary speed, gently tapping a blue brick.

The blue brick sags, the stone ball rolls, and the same precious utensils are lost in the government.

A moment later, Lu Guogong came to the study room breathlessly. What was going on?

"Take it back and drink it, it's good for the body."

Jing Jiu pointed to the pile of bone meal on the table and said, "The taste may be a little weird. I serve it with strong tea."