April 18, 2018

In the tea room carefully arranged by Zhao Chenlu, two old friends who have been in love for thousands of years can finally have a face-to-face chat.

There is a saying that in this life, a person comes and leaves naked.

The implication is that power and wealth are nothing more than passing clouds and mists, life is not brought by death and death.

This sentence fully demonstrates a optimistic and cheerful outlook on life and has become the motto of many people, such as Zhao Chenlu.

"So, in order to practice your motto, you lie naked in the sword pool and ask me to watch the 'birth imitation performance' in the precious time before the final battle?"

Wang Jiu frowned while asking, feeling that things should not be that simple.

Although he did admit that Zhao Chenlu's personality was optimistic and cheerful, it was still somewhat unexplainable to run to the Jianchi because of his optimism and cheerfulness.

If you like to run naked, you can run naked everywhere. For example, Chen Kaishan never cares about the time and occasion, and releases passion as you wish. Why does Zhao Chenlu insist on being obsessed with the sword pool? Although the sharpness of the sword pool has disappeared after the sacrifice and refining the divine sword outside the sky, the sword pool water is still extremely sharp. Even the cultivators in the Tianbeng Realm will not feel too comfortable lying inside, and their body and hair will be directly damaged.

Wang Jiu remembered it well and clearly remembered the scene at that time. Lao Zhao was lying beside the pool, soaking his neck below the clear and transparent pool water. Although his face was full of smiles, his body in the pool water was being cut into pieces at all times. The already sparse body hair disappeared and looked really pitiful.

Even if it is to practice the motto, there is no need to suffer like this, right?

"Well, that's right, this reason is indeed not very good." Zhao Chenlu himself nodded and admitted, then thought for a while, and said, "As we all know, your swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world, and this talent is mostly from the baptism of the sword pool when you were born. However, ordinary babies will be soaked in the sword pool by millions of sword energy into a baby solution. But you can shape it into a sword bone and a clear sword heart. So I wondered, would it be that your posture when you were born that contained something that implicitly conforms to the principles of heaven and earth? If I could imitate the charm of it, would it also be that it would be that it would be that the sword bone and a clear sword heart?"

Wang Jiu frowned and began to reexamine his old friend.

After ten thousand years of experience, after experiencing a cycle of life and death, her intelligence index... seems to be inclined to be close to the descendants of Shen.

Lying in the sword pool can make a sword bone, and the sword heart is clear... Whose absurd theory is this? If the world's number one sword god was so easy to cultivate, the sword pool would have long been dyed into a blood pool by a continuous stream of aspiring people.

"Hey, can't you say that? You... have become more suspicious than before." Zhao Chenlu was a little unhappy, "You obviously didn't say anything at that time."

Wang Jiu said: "Because you told me 'please don't say anything'"

"...Your memory is really a bit good." At this point, Zhao Chenlu finally had no choice but to give up the romantic route and choose to go straight to the point, "I like you."

Wang Jiu said: "Thank you, I like you too."

Zhao Chenlu is not unfamiliar with this response, and her smile is helpless: "I refer to the kind of liking between men and women."

As he said that, afraid that Wang Jiu would go wrong again, Zhao Chenlu added: "Or the kind that is directly related to mating and reproduction."

Wang Jiu suddenly fell silent, and after a moment, he said, "So, you asked me to come, do you hope I will help you cure this fetish mental illness?"

“I don’t think I’m mentally ill…”

"However, your symptoms are exactly the same as mental illness." Wang Jiu said seriously, "As early as when you and Jiulong performed the Jiuzhou Blood Refining, I was extraordinary and no longer a human being. What I showed in front of you was the sword spirit of the outer divine sword and was just a magic sword technique. Currently, only 75% of the body dedicated to the sword spirit action was created and cannot be taken out. So essentially, according to the definition of human beings, I am just an object with the characteristics of living things. What you call love is naturally also a fetish, and whether it is the Kyushu era or the current Xiangzhou era, fetish is undoubtedly a kind of mental illness..."

"I know, but I don't care." Zhao Chenlu said, "So what about fetishism? Isn't the sword of heaven comparable to ordinary people? You have the appearance of human beings and the wisdom and power that surpasses human beings. You turned the tide when human beings were in desperate situations and saved the Jiuzhou Continent. So what's wrong with me if I like you and love you?"

Wang Jiu was silent for a long time.

Zhao Chenlu's words really shocked him very much.

He never expected that the cheerful and optimistic old friend was already terminally ill.

And now when recalling Zhao Chenlu's various performances when the two of them were together... Wang Jiu suddenly felt a brand new door suddenly opened, and his historical view was about to be subverted.

It turns out that as early as that time, Zhao Chenlu had already entered a twisted estrus period?!

When Wang Jiu was silent, Zhao Chenlu said: "I never dared to tell you before, because I was worried that it would break the delicate balance between the Nine Immortal Lord and you, but now... the battle between immortals and demons has ended, the Jiuzhou Continent no longer exists, and the only ones fighting side by side are you and I. I no longer need to worry about anything."

After a pause, Zhao Chenlu said again: "I even said that I have come back from the dead and have no other wishes. I just want to be married to you and stay with you forever."

At this time, Wang Jiu finally spoke: "However, your love is actually innate and not worthy of your investment... Have you ever considered why you, as the best in the human community, have you developed love for things outside of others?"

Zhao Chenlu said: "Of course I have considered it, but is this issue very important?"

"It's very important because there is a basic fair problem here." Wang Jiu explained seriously, "Humans' favor for me is largely due to my origin. I am a gathering of the essence of Jiuzhou and hold the hope of survival on the mainland, so all living things on the entire continent will have a natural favor for me. Just like my natural favor for human existence, so..."

"I liked you before you turned into a sword."

Wang Jiu's long speech was immediately cut off from the bottom of the pot, and his words came to an abrupt end.

After a while, while Zhao Chenlu smiled enthusiastically, Wang Jiu asked: "Then we have to return to the previous topic: Your mental illness seems to be very serious and needs serious treatment."

In Wang Jiu's opinion, the relevant impressions of his life before he transformed into a sword have become very vague, but there are roughly a few points to confirm.

I have never been a person who is good at communicating with others.

I have never been a person with personality.

I should never survive as a human being.

Although I am perfect by the standards of a sword, if measured by human standards, it is seriously unqualified.

Zhao Chenlu, by human standards, has almost the highest score. Her intelligence index is second only to Concubine Shang Lan, and is already the top level among humans. She is the Nine Immortal Lord, with her top strength, and her appearance is unparalleled. She is known as the No. 1 Beauty in Jiuzhou.

If humans are scored in a comprehensive manner, then Zhao Chenlu has a high probability of getting the first place in the total score. Why should such a person fall in love with a non-human?

"Because, you are the first beautiful person who can be completely immune to me. When we first met, I was dressed up, but you didn't even look at me." Zhao Chenlu tilted her head and smiled, "Just like those arrogant ladies in the story, I was also attracted by the maverick you."

Wang Jiu said: "Because I have never been a human in the strict sense..."

"Is it very important?" Zhao Chenlu asked again, "No matter whether you are a human or not, I just like you like this. Whether this is a mental illness or not, I don't care and don't want to be cured. Isn't that okay?"

Wang Jiu was stopped again.

As a friend and comrade-in-arms, Wang Jiu believed that he was obliged to take care of Zhao Chenlu and provided treatment in time when she was injured. But if she chose to give up treatment, should she respect her wishes?

After thinking for a while, Wang Jiu raised a new question: "However, I cannot give you a relatively equal response. I cannot have a love based on reproduction for humans."

"I know, I've known it for a long time." Zhao Chenlu said, "but I'm happy."

Wang Jiu reiterated: "Then a serious unequal relationship may form between you and me."

"I'm still happy, I like you more than equality."

"But according to the practice of human society, this unequal emotional relationship is likely to cause intense contradictions and conflicts in the future."

Zhao Chenlu laughed: "I love you but I have loved you for ten thousand years."

The three words "Ten Thousand Years" have an unparalleled weight.

So much so that Wang Jiu couldn't speak for a long time.

On the other side, Zhao Chenlu was a little expectant and observed Wang Jiu's changes with some anxiety. Seeing him lower his head and falling into deep thoughts, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The conversation he had prepared for a long time finally forced him into an unavoidable corner.

Next, if nothing unexpected happens, he should agree. After all, he has been a person who has been very soft-hearted to his friends since a long time ago.

If it weren't for the fact that Concubine Shang Lan and others had interfered, he would have been able to achieve the right result before he became the God Sword of Heaven.

Fortunately, although time has passed for thousands of years, it is not too late. This life has finally fulfilled the dream of the previous life.

Just when Zhao Chenlu finally arrived and felt relieved, she started to pick up the tea cup and drink tea...

Wang Jiu raised his head and said, "So, the possibility of us turning against each other now is much greater than ten thousand years ago."

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