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Jing Jiu glanced at the old man once.
This old man was of course the Tian Jingren.
He was regarded by everybody as the grandmaster who saw destiny, the one closest to the heavenly path.
Yet Jing Jiu wasnât all that interested in him, even though he mentioned the name of Jing Yang.
Jing Jiu looked at him until he was asked the question.
What the old man had said was correct, regardless of whether it was a lucky guess or if he was simply good at deceiving people.
Jing Jiu was indeed uninterested in anything having to do with the human world.
It wasnât a secret; but he hadnât announced it to the whole human world yet, and it wasnât necessary that he did.
Liu Shisui and Zhao Layue should have sensed it, since they had a special relationship with Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu was somewhat surprised when Tian Jingren pointed it out.
However, Jing Jiu didnât respond to the old manâs inquiry, instead asking, âI heard that every person could ask three questions, right?â
The pen in Tian Jingrenâs hand halted above the paper, and he answered, âYes, any question.â
He didnât lift his head to look at Jing Jiu as he spoke.
This didnât mean he was impolite, as the entire land was aware that Tian Jingren was blind; he couldnât see anything.
Jing Jiu stared at his forehead. It seemed that Jing Jiu wanted to find out something from those wrinkles.
Tian Jingren was waiting for something as well.
All of Zhaoge City knew that Tian Jingren had come, but they didnât know he was staying in the old plum garden.
The people who found out about Tian Jingrenâs whereabouts and who came undetected were not ordinary individuals, like Luo Huainan, the young man in embroidered cloth, and of course Zhao Layue and Jing Jiu.
As the most famous destiny-sensitive grandmaster, Tian Jingrenâs words could affect the future of a person, even a sect.
Anyone who had the chance to ask him questions would choose these three questions very carefully.
The questions asked by those coming to the plum garden that day were mostly related to the heavenly destiny or the future of the land, what about Jing Jiu?
Tian Jingren wanted to know what this outstanding individual among the young generation of the Green Mountain Sect, who had many hidden secrets, would ask himâŚ
âŚso he would be able to know what Jing Jiuâs secrets were.
Jing Jiu asked his question without giving it much thought.
âIâd like to know what questions they have asked.â
The breeze brought in the faint scent of flowers through the window, but were soon swallowed up by the much stronger smell of burning incense.
Like time being swallowed up by spring.
The nunnery was rather quiet, mostly due to Tian Jingrenâs silence.
He kept silent not because he found the question hard to answer, but because it was unexpected.
If one knew the questions asked, like Luo Huainanâs, he would be able to get to know his secrets; so it was of course very important.
The problem was that nobody would waste such an important opportunity on finding out othersâ secrets.
Up to that point, Tian Jingren still believed that Jing Jiuâs walking away earlier was a trick to get his attention.
Tian Jingren didnât believe that a person wouldnât cherish the chance to be read.
After a long while, Tian Jingren slowly put down the pen.
âTo learn about othersâ secrets will definitely bring many benefits to you; but what could be more important in this world than learning about yourself and knowing the future?â he asked.
The separated water and ink in the ink-stone mixed together after being placed on the paper through the tip of the pen.
âIt would be an immense failure to ask about your own things.â
âI failed before myself, so I donât like the feeling,â said Jing Jiu.
Now Tian Jingren was certain that he really didnât care about this opportunity.
A long silence followed.
Tian Jingren said leisurely, âLuo Huainanâs question, like yours, is a bit strange.â
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The window of the room was open. The smell of burning incense was still very strong. The water and ink of the freshly written words were separating on the paper.
Luo Huainan stood in front of the incense table in reverence, and he praised Tian Jingrenâs writing, and praised him again after getting a response, as if he had never used the cooked ink before.
As for the fact that Tian Jingren could write the words well even though he was a blind man and couldnât see anything, Luo Huainan, like Jing Jiu, didnât ask about it.
On the other hand, Luo Huainan asked, âWise Master has read many people, but what do you actually examine?â
âI read the past and the future,â answered Tian Jingren.
After a long silence, Luo Huainan said, âIâd like to ask about the Snowy Kingdomâs weather.â
Tian Jingren closed his eyes. It wasnât clear whether he was calculating or if he was hesitant to reveal the heavenly secret.
âThe Snowy Kingdom has been very cold in recent years, and it should be cold for a long time.â
âFor as long as hot pot has been popular in the underworld capital?â
âYes, at least over one hundred years.â
Upon hearing this answer, Luo Huainan smiled genuinely, saying, âThen I donât have to worry too much. Thank you very much, Old Master.â
Luo Huainan didnât ask about himself, as he was concerned about mankind.
The first question was irrelevant, but he used the next two questions skillfully to obtain the answers he wanted.
If the Snowy Kingdomâs weather and the underworld capitalâs hotpot would last for another hundred years, then the human race had no need to worry for the time being.
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Luo Huainanâs were what Jing Jiu had expected them to be.
What about Zhao Layue?
Tian Jingren said, âShe stood before me, hesitating for a long time; eventuallyâŚshe didnât ask any question.â
Jing Jiu thought about it briefly.
Tian Jingren continued, âYou have two more questions.â
âSince she didnât ask any question, then I donât want to ask anything either.â
Jing Jiu said, âYou and I know full well that you allowing me in here is so that you can ask me questions, not the other way around.â
Tian Jingren stood up slowly, looking through the window at the outside at an unknown spot; nobody knew what a blind man could see.
Jing Jiu asked, âIs the person Jian Xilai, the Emperor, or someone from the Green Mountain Sect?â
Tian Jingren replied, âI was indeed, but I wonât tell you who he is, since you give up the next two questions on your own.â
Jing Jiu said, âHow do you know that I will answer your question?â
All of a sudden, Tian Jingren had thought of another thing, âIf my perception isnât wrong, you havenât changed your appearance, to that of a twenty-something-year-old man.â
âCorrect,â said Jing Jiu.
Tian Jingren said nonchalantly, âIf so, before an old man like me, what is the difference between you and a naked infant?â
This remark was very obvious even though it wasnât stated in its entirety.
Though his eyes couldnât see anything, he could see through all the disguises, even the heavenly secrets, in one simple glimpse.
Because he was Tian Jingren.
âAre you sure you want to examine me?â asked Jing Jiu.
âYes, but do you dare let me?â Tian Jingren pressed.
âCan you handle it?â Jing Jiu challenged, while staring at him.
Tian Jingren replied, âIâve dared to peek at the heavenly path; a young man should pose no problem.â
Having said this, he lifted his head, staring at Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu didnât evade his stare, returning the stare in silence.
The wrinkles on the old manâs forehead became deeper when he raised his head.
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His eyes had indeed been blind for a long time, with only the white eyeballs remaining and no pupils in sight, like round jade-balls buried in graves.
This pair of eyes was exceptionally eerie; they seemed to have some kind of magic power, which could consume all light, including the eyesight.
Jing Jiuâs eyesight had gradually turned hazy, then frozen.
They became like fallen green leaves in the mud, which couldnât fly up anymore, sinking deeper and deeper.
Meanwhile, time in the nunnery had slowed down, and until even it froze.