The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 24: Although 9 died without regrets

The apartment is very quiet.

So the soundtrack of the movie became noisy, and the less elegant voices became clearer.

Jing Jiu avoided Zhao Layue's sight, turned to look at Xue Ji on the other side of the soft chair and said, "This movie...I've seen it."

He then added: "I watched it with Teacher Eve."

Yes, this is the space pirate movie he and Eve watched in the movie theater in Wushan City, but Eve left before watching it.

Subconsciously, he didn't want to talk to Zhao Layue, he wanted to avoid her.

Xue Ji was right, he just didn't want to wake up.

Zhao Layue was even more angry, and said blankly, "I know who Eve is."

Xue Ji will definitely not participate in this conversation, Ah Da and Han Chan have no courage, Hua Xi is frozen in the ice... Jing Jiu can't find any helper.

The apartment is quieter, as if waiting for someone to speak up.

He had to say: "Really? She is a good person."

"I am not a good person, so I will only give you one day."

After saying this, Zhao Layue sat on the soft chair, folded her legs, closed her eyes and started to rest.

Jing Jiu stepped back a little nervously, leaning back, and carefully glanced at Xue Ji, wanting to ask her who this ferocious short-haired girl is.

Xue Ji's black eyes rolled around, and after thinking about it, she felt that the matter was going to be solved anyway, so she dispelled the idea of ​​helping him.

Time walks slowly, and the silence in the apartment seems to be superimposed over time, like dead silence.

Ada felt so bored, jumped to the table against the wall, got close to the three-dimensional frame, looked at the yellow cat that seemed to be alive inside, and meowed slightly.

The chilly cicada was rubbing the nail limbs with a silent high-speed frequency on the top of its head, saying something to Ah Da, looking very excited.

I don't know how long it took, and the street outside the window suddenly lit up.

There is no sign, like someone pressing a switch on the street to turn on a particularly bright headlight.

The headlight is the sun.

Every day, only when the stars move directly above the cracks can they illuminate the underground world from afar and be seen by the people here.

And this process will end soon.

The time when the sun falls is only a very brief moment.

The people in the underground neighborhoods have long been accustomed to the feeling of hope reappearing and then suddenly shattered, and they didn't even look at the sky.

Only the military police who were transferred from above to support, subconsciously squinted their eyes and looked towards the sky.

Zhao Layue opened her eyes and walked to the window to look at the sky.

The light is like the head of a well.

People stood at the bottom of the well and watched there.

The light soon disappeared, as if someone had covered a slab of stone at the mouth of the well.

She turned and walked back to the soft chair, reached out her hand to touch Jing Jiu's face, and said, "What a fool."

It is indeed difficult for Jing Jiu to wake up at this time. As long as his consciousness starts to operate as usual, the procedures hidden in the consciousness-that is, the Xinchengtian Sword, will begin to erode his spirit, trying to gain control of his body in the shortest possible time.

Jing Jiu possesses a strong will and spiritual strength that is extremely difficult to see in this universe, so this is not an instant event, it will be a very long process.

This kind of process is very painful, even he can't bear it, and in the end he can't solve the problem.

He felt the thin cocoon and the slight coolness on Zhao Layue's fingers, a little uncomfortable, and turned his head again to look at Xue Ji, wanting to ask for help.

Fortunately, Zhao Layue quickly put her hands back.

She walked up to Xue Ji and asked seriously: "Is there no other way besides turning him into an idiot?"

Xue Ji stretched out her round little hand, expressing that she could kill him.

Ada meowed two cooperatively on the cabinet over there, indicating that your Majesty is really funny.

Zhao Layue sat back in the soft chair, took out a copy of the material and began to watch it carefully.

After she and Tong Yan came to this world, Ran Handong and others calculated the current situation of Jing Jiu.

Tong Yan learned a lot of specific information through Mr. Dan.

He read countless monographs and classics in the Xingmen Festival Hall in the Xingmen University Library and Festival Hall, and gave some solutions.

Exactly how the Xinchengtian Sword works on the One Sword of All Things, that is, on Jing Jiu's body, there is no answer to this question, and I can only guess. However, the several coping methods he deduced seemed to make sense, and they all focused on how to reduce Jing Jiu's intensity of consciousness and cut off the energy source of that procedure.

In fact, Xue Ji let Jing Jiu hibernate or turned him into an idiot with chills, which was one of Tong Yan's plans.

Jing Jiu's brain may not have any cortex or neuronal cells. Basically, it should be a similar system. To reduce the speed of his consciousness, on the physical level, he suppresses brain waves and interferes with the transmission of information between neuronal cells. In addition to this, there is another method, which is to isolate each of his neuron cells from the system and forcibly suppress the transmission of brain waves.

Tong Yan’s suggestion is...the impact of high-energy heavy particle beams.

The problem is that this method may not be able to break Jing Jiu's defense, if it can, it is very dangerous.

Now Zhao Layue has thought of a way to replace the high-energy heavy particle beam, but it has not been verified by experiments.

In fact, it is impossible to verify, because there is only one Jing Jiu in the universe, and only he is in such a state.

Should you take risks?

If this experiment fails, even if Xue Ji let him hibernate again, his consciousness may be irreparably damaged. That is, it is possible to become an idiot who can't come back wisely, a sleeper who can't wake up.

Zhao Layue looked at the juvenile's childish face, blank eyes, and did not speak for a long time.

She, who has always acted simply and neatly, hesitated at this moment.

Time doesn't even care about the will of the gods, but it changes speed at will because of people's emotions.

When people are hesitant, time will always be faster than usual, and the last thread suddenly appears in front of you.

The street lights that have not been extinguished have become brighter, representing the official arrival of the night.

The soldiers and police on the street scattered to eat dinner, leaving only a few people on duty.

The gate of the game hall is still closed, but it has been secretly opened, and the electronically synthesized female voices in various gambling machines are very low.

In the corner of the market blocked by the warehouse, the famous barbecue stall in the Minsheng District also quietly moved out, and the charcoal fire began to bring out the aroma of food and spices.

The scent went with the wind and quickly faded without disturbing the sleepy military police on duty. When drifting past the window of the apartment, Zhao Layue smelled it.

That is the taste of roasted eggplant, ale, and raw bitter gourd.

No matter where human beings are, or may not even be human beings, as long as they are life, they will live so hard before they end.

Zhao Layue took a long breath and made up his mind.

The last moment will come. Jing Jiu always wants to solve this problem. Instead of spending a few more days like an idiot, it is better to wake up and take a gamble.

"Your Majesty, please accept the magical powers." She said to Xue Ji.

Xue Ji turned her head slightly to look at her, confirming that she was not joking, her eyes were slightly different, but she still raised her small round hand.

A substantial chill floated from Jing Jiu's eyebrows.

The temperature in the apartment suddenly dropped by dozens of degrees.

The window glass was covered with a shallow layer of frost, and then it thickened at a speed visible to the naked eye until it turned into a whole piece of thin ice.

The chill returned to Xue Ji's little hand.

Jing Jiu was drawn like a soul, and slowly closed his eyes.

His fingers trembled slightly, trembling faster and faster, and there was a dense and continuous knocking sound between the armrest of the soft chair.

Ada knew that the critical moment had come, so he turned around and entered the study without hesitation, and closed the door with a kick with his back foot.

It's not that it doesn't worry about Jing Jiu, but it is more convinced than Zhao Layue that there will be no accident, so it doesn't want him to wake up and find that he has seen his most pitiful appearance.

When the clash of fingers and the armrest became a long sound, Jing Jiu still closed his eyes tightly and did not open them.

The long eyelashes vibrate slightly, but the frequency is very fast. If a drop of water falls on it, it will be cut into many pieces.

Zhao Layue stood in front of him, watching him quietly.

Fusi sword appeared in her hand at some point, exuding a **** light.

With a soft click, Jing Jiu's fingers stopped, no longer shaking.

The long eyelashes no longer flutter.

He opened his eyes but didn't wake up, and there was pain in the depths of his blank eyes, which became violent like a storm that was about to take shape.

Zhao Layue took the two ends of the Firth sword and pulled it hard.

With the crisp sound of the sword, the blood-red flying sword turned into a sword cord.

She tied the sword rope to Jing Jiu's neck.

Jing Jiu looked at her blankly, not knowing what she was going to do, his expression was very innocent, like a wounded little animal.

"Don't pretend, who doesn't know who."

Zhao Layue thought with no expression on her face, pulling the rope tightly with both hands, her actions were very rude, even rude.

Many years ago, when Jing Jiu was passing by Chaoge City in that snowy field, he saw her in her mother's belly and left her a bracelet.

The bracelet was the sword she used later. At the beginning of this story, the real Taiping was locked in the restaurant in Yunji Town.

Later, she and Jing Jiu participated in the sword-bearing conference and rushed to the peak of the gods together, and eventually fell into a coma. Jing Jiu was also bound to the summit with this sword cable.

This sword is the Firth sword.

Today, she sent the Fusi sword back to Jing Jiu, but in a special way.

The force of her hands is getting stronger and stronger, and fairy aura is faintly flowing from the palms that are slightly larger than those of ordinary women.

Jing Jiu's face became paler and paler, holding the sword cord in both hands, trying to say something, but he was already speechless.

That means his body is too special, otherwise the body would have been separated by this time.

"Ada!" Zhao Layue shouted.

Ada didn't dare to continue hiding in the study, turned into a white light and came to the living room, throwing himself onto the soft chair.

The Qingxin bell, which had been tied around its neck for five hundred years and had been washed by the stars, finally rang again.

The crisp ringtone echoed in the room.

With the ringtone, Jing Jiu's hands gradually lowered, his eyes cleared, but the pain in the depths became more and more intense, and he even began to gasp.

Dozens of sword lights floated out from the cuffs of Zhao Layue's clothes.

She was promoted to the state of an invisible sword body, and used Shen Mofeng's Nine Death Sword Art to pour countless dainty sword intent into the sword.

Fusi sword was originally the most **** and fierce sword among the Nine Swords of Qingshan. At this time, it was devastated and full of blood.

——Where is it like the magic weapon of the orthodox school, countless times more terrifying than those evil magic weapons.

It didn't take long for all the evil energy, blood and sword intent to gather back to the sword.

The sword cord became extremely red and crystal clear, like a red collar.

Zhao Layue tied the sword cord to a knot and finally let go.

Jing Jiu no longer suffers as much as before, and his breathing gradually eases.

Zhao Layue stared at him without speaking.

"Hey."

From the beginning to the end, Xue Ji didn't do anything. She just squatted and watched, her dark eyes with rare curiosity and rare seriousness.

She was really curious about what method Zhao Layue used. Could it be that she used the invisible sword intent as a stream of heavy particles?

"If you can't make him think, and don't want him to be so muddled and irresponsible all the time, let him wake up, and then forbid him to think about it." Zhao Layue explained.

It is rare for Xue Ji to appear at a loss for a moment, wondering what does this mean? You have to know that consciousness is the most uncontrollable thing, you make him not want it if he doesn't want it?

Zhao Layue said: "So use this sword."

This is Firth Sword.

Firth.

Just don't want to.

I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or a fate.

The original sword of True Man Jingyang finally landed on his own neck.

Such a dangerous method, Zhao Layue actually used him, it was extremely powerful.

Jing Jiu's breathing gradually stabilized, stretching longer and longer until it disappeared.

His eyes are getting calmer and clearer, until they are silent.

His eyebrows are getting better and better, until they are perfect.

But his face is still pale, and he is obviously thinner than before, like a patient who has been in bed for many years.

The **** sword cord blocked most of the connection between his consciousness and his body, and even caused his consciousness to be physically active to reduce a lot.

He blinked, really woke up, looked at Zhao Layue in front of him, and whispered, "Here?"

Zhao Layue gave a hum.

Whether it was referring to the ascent from Chaotian Continent or coming to this apartment, she came to him.

"I didn't expect you to find me."

Jing Jiu's speech speed is still very slow, and he appears to be weaker, like a seriously ill person, with a little regret in his tone.

Zhao Layue thought that you once said that as long as it is the sun, it must be seen.

Even if the sun is much dimmer than usual.

Even like just now, it only appears in the sky for a moment.

Ada lay on the soft chair and stared at Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu wanted to reach out and touch it~IndoMTL.com~ but found that he couldn't raise his arm, even his fingertips didn't even feel it.

He quickly judged his current situation, slowly turned his head to look at Zhao Layue, and said, "This way I will die faster."

Zhao Layue said: "This is what you taught me."

Jing Jiu said: "I have also used a sword against my senior, but I have never killed a teacher."

Zhao Layue looked at him and said, "You taught me my sword."

Shen Mofeng repaired the Nine Death Sword Art.

Nine deaths without regrets.

You are Jing Jiu, so you should live proudly and soberly. Even if you die, you can't regret it.

(End of this chapter)

　　

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