chapter xii - the three silences of the hall of sw

　　The passage was puzzling because there was no logical relationship and it seemed to have no beginning and no end. 　　I don't know if Ten Liu understood this passage, anyway, he didn't answer this question from Jing Jiu. 　　He lowered his head, pursed his lips, and killed himself by not saying anything, looking like a stubborn child who had made a mistake but was dead wrong, the problem was that the more this happened, the more the parents knew that the child must have made a mistake. 　　Just like anyone knows, he must have understood the words of Jing Jiu. 　　Jing Jiu did not ask him again. 　　The next day when Chunmian woke up, ten years old fetched water to wash his face, then combed his hair. 　　The wooden comb slid through the dark hair. 　　Ten Years old wanted to say something and hesitated for a long time before he gathered the courage to say, "My lord, the senior brothers also have a lot of doubts they want to ask you to help them look at." 　　Jing Jiu glanced back at him. 　　Ten years old lowered his head and said, "Yesterday we were discussing some doubts, at night you taught me, I went back and told them, they still have some questions, some I can answer, some I don't understand, so ......" 　　Jing Jiu was not surprised, ten years old was originally an eager child, since last night he did not say that he was not allowed to spread the word, this was an inevitable development. 　　The rules of the Green Mountain Sect are like this, it is difficult for outer disciples to get too much guidance and help from their masters, they can only rely on their own enlightenment and diligence to move forward painstakingly, so they cherish the opportunity to be able to help answer their own doubts. 　　"Some trouble ah ......," Wells Nine sighed. 　　Realizing that he wasn't too angry, and knowing that there was a chance, Ten-Year-Old hurriedly said, "When we didn't understand our reading in the village, weren't you also willing to teach us?" 　　"That's right, seeing as you serve me extremely attentively, and ...... it's really boring, besides, if I don't show something, I'm only afraid that I'll really be driven away." 　　Jing Jiu seemed to be talking to himself, but his eyes kept falling on Ten. 　　Ten-year-old then realized that he had already guessed his intentions and sheepishly lowered his head. 　　Jing Jiu touched his head and said, "You're still a little kid, just focus on cultivation in the future, don't think too much about the side." 　　Ten years old thought to himself that you are not much older than me, why do you always like to speak in the same tone as elders. 　　...... 　　...... 　　Walking into the sword hall, Jing Jiu saw several young disciples. 　　Yesterday, these young disciples were also in the Sword Hall. To be able to discuss knowledge related to the God Clasping Realm with Liu Shiyou, they should be considered a few of the more outstandingly talented outer disciples in this term. 　　Looking at Jing Jiu, their expressions were somewhat awkward. 　　The taunts directed at Jing Jiu at the Southern Pine Pavilion's cliff apron these days were not without their share. 　　--You are a cultivation idiot, but the book boy is a genius, the status is reversed, how can you still have the face to stay here? 　　Looking at it now, these comments were like a heavy and fiery slap on their faces. 　　Not everyone present was waiting for Jing Jiu to solve the confusion, such as Xue Yongge. 　　Xue Yongge's uncle was an elder of the sixth peak, Suitsukoshi Peak, and he had been exposed to cultivation since he was young, and the introductory spells weren't difficult for him. He looked at Jing Jiu and said mockingly, ''Relying on your family's wealth and power, you think you can point the way after reading a few books? Who in the end is the natural born dao seed?" 　　Ignoring him, Jing Jiu looked at the young disciples and said, "Speak." 　　Seeing that he ignored him, Xue Yongge became even more angry and was about to taunt him a few more times when he suddenly saw Liu Shixue's eyes. 　　Those eyes were clear, with a childish look, but at this time, they looked extraordinarily focused and vaguely ruthless, like a tiger cub that was staring at its prey. 　　For some reason, Xue Yongge felt a slight chill in his body, he knew that Liu Shiyou was the sect's key cultivation of natural born dao species, if he made a scene, he would definitely not be able to take any advantage, so he could only sneer a couple of times and then call it quits, turning around and walking out of the sword hall. 　　Jing Jiu didn't care about what Xue Yongge said at all, and didn't notice the change in Liu Shixue's eyes, seeing that those young disciples were still dumbfounded, he once again reminded them, "Problems?" 　　Only then did the young disciples wake up. 　　If they hadn't heard Liu Shitou personally admit last night that all those doubts were answered by Jing Jiu, they definitely wouldn't have asked Jing Jiu for advice. However, they were all people bent on cultivation, and as soon as they made a decision, they no longer hesitated, and quickly handed over the papers they had already prepared ahead of time in a polite manner. 　　Jing Jiu took those papers and read through them with a very fast speed, raising his head to look at the crowd and asked, "You don't understand any of this?" 　　His tone was very flat, the accent was not on the word "all", and he did not mean any mockery. 　　The word "all" he said meant all, not actually. 　　However, this blandness combined with the confusion in his eyes, there was still a lot of indefinable feeling. 　　It seemed that for him it was really hard to understand that people would be stumped by those questions on paper. 　　In other words, it was hard for him to imagine that there were such stupid people in the world, or so many stupid people. 　　The disciples felt uncomfortable. 　　Jing Jiu took out a piece of paper and looked up at the crowd. 　　A young girl hesitantly stepped forward and timidly said, "Senior Brother Jing, I wrote this." 　　Without looking at her, Jing Jiu directly said, "Your thoughts here are wrong, the relationship between the Spirit Sea and the Sword Fruit, with your current realm, you don't need to think about it too much for now, or else it will affect the pre-cognition of the operation of the True Element and create a bias, as for when to be as you are, I'll write it down for you later on." 　　Then he took out a second piece of paper. 　　A male disciple raised his right hand somewhat nervously. 　　Jing Jiu still didn't raise his head to look at him, looking at the doubts on the paper, he said, "The drawing of the Heavenly Spring to imbibe in the method is not talking about drawing the heaven and earth yuan qi, it is about the body and mind connecting, so as to be able to perceive the heaven and earth yuan qi, you haven't even done this step before, wanting to have the divine sense leave the body, of course, it's wrong, the specifics of how it should be done, I'll draw a picture to give it to you later on." 　　Then he took out a third piece of paper. 　　...... 　　...... 　　"You've misunderstood the meaning of this sentence, it's not possible." 　　"You've got it all wrong, the Dao Seed will wither away." 　　"You drew the meridian diagram wrongly, it will be paralyzed." 　　"You're right on the front, wrong on the back." 　　"If you're wrong in front, you're naturally wrong in the back." 　　"From the front to the back, you are not right." 　　...... 　　...... 　　The quiet sword hall echoed with the voice of Jing Jiu. 　　The content of these words sounded direct, and would even seem a bit mean, but his voice was calm, or rather flat, with no major ups and downs, much less any emotions audible. 　　But the more so, the more clearly it was heard, the more convincing and lethal it was. 　　The heads of the young disciples were getting lower and lower, their faces getting redder and redder. 　　How could they not understand what they couldn't figure out, why was the other party able to make it clear through the simplest of words and make themselves realize their mistakes? 　　Jing Jiu walked behind the case, took the pen handed over by Liu Shixue, and began to write on the paper, exactly what he had promised these disciples to do. 　　The disciples gathered around and watched attentively, no one spoke, even their breathing was deliberately put down. 　　The Sword Hall was even quieter. 　　The morning light grew, and the sunrise came out of the peak. 　　A voice rang out. 　　"What are you guys doing here?" 　　Master Lu walked into the sword hall and looked at the scene, frowning slightly, then looked at Jing Jiu, who was surrounded by the crowd right in the middle, and said, "What are you doing again?"