There is a verdant valley on the shore of the East China Sea, and there is a bottomless hole in the valley, the cave is filled with fog, and the wind gusts, which is the same name as the Mingquan Secret Realm.In order to prevent the strong men of the underworld and even the army from crawling out of the Tongtian Well and causing disaster to the world, extremely powerful prohibitions are arranged around this place.Back then, the East China Sea Shenni even built the Suigetsu Nunnery not far away.So although the scenery is excellent, it is never an attraction.Jing Jiu stood on the edge of the cliff, looking inside with his hands behind his back, like a tourist.The yin wind swept the mist, forming countless turbulence and whirlpools in the patio, which was more terrifying than the wind in the sky.As far as the eye could see, it was dark, and it was impossible to see what was below.Jing Jiu remembered that he had never been to the underworld.I've been there now.Sure enough, as the book says, there are thirteen floors in the patio.Suddenly he sensed something, and looked back into the distance.Aoyama is in that direction.He looked at it quietly, not knowing what was going on in his mind.A dark wind overflowed from the patio.He stretched out his right hand, as if something invisible had fallen into his palm.He sensed it with his divine sense for a moment, and there was some emotion in his eyes.Contrary to what the Immortal Emperor had envisioned, when the Underworld learned of his passing, it did not immediately welcome a new monarch, but fell into chaos.The underworld master has to suppress the rebels again, and he has to negotiate with other forces, and he is already anxious.But perhaps all this is in the Immortal's plans, and prolonged stability is often based on a real mess.When the chaos in the underworld is over and a new king is ushered in, he will find time to personally go down and return the Seal of the Immortal Emperor.If it were a senior brother, he would definitely personally choose the new Hades Emperor, but he wouldn't do that.This is a matter for the underworld, and it should be up to the underworld to decide for itself.Jing Jiu turned to leave.The courtyard is surrounded by prohibitions, and there are rune paper pasted on the cliffs, as well as scriptures left by the monks of Guocheng Temple.The yin wind and his stay naturally alarmed some people.It didn't take long for several beautiful girls to fly to the edge of the cliff, looking around vigilantly, but they didn't notice anything unusual."
Please send a message to the sects, I'm afraid that an extremely powerful demon from the underworld has sneaked up from the Tongtian Courtyard."
The girl at the head said worriedly: "I can't say that I have thoughts about the immortal immortal of the Zhongzhou faction, I just hope that nothing big will happen." ”They didn't know that the person they were worried about had already arrived at the Suigetsu Nunnery at this time.Suigetsu-an is on the side of Aoya, just as if the temple is divided into the front temple and the back court, it is also divided into the inner and outer courts, the outer court is responsible for secular affairs, and the inner court is the real place.Jing Jiu fell deep in the nunnery and did not alarm anyone, because there was already a small sedan chair with a blue curtain waiting for him.In the blue curtain sedan chair is the elder of the Suiyue Nunnery.He knew what the other person meant, but didn't stop talking to the other person, just nodded.Except for the owner of the nunnery and this Supreme Elder, no one knew that he had come to Shuiyue Nunnery.Three years ago, the process of the West Sea Rebellion had already spread.Everyone thought that the winter was dead.If people know that he returned to Shuiyue Nunnery for the winter, they must be able to think that the Qingshan Elder who took her away in the West Sea was him.This matter itself doesn't matter, is the Qingshan Sect still afraid of the West Sea Sword Sect's questioning?
The key is that at that time, in order to avoid the sword of the Sword God of the West Sea, Jing Jiu used the Netherworld Immortal Sword.Those pictures and details will remind people of the figure in the song that escaped from the Demon Suppression Prison to the sky, and even Canglong did not catch up.The Zhongzhou faction had already determined that that figure was related to Canglong's death, and if they knew that it was him, it would bring great trouble.At least he thought it would be impossible for him to take the immortal urn.This time, he went to Zhongzhou to participate in the Dao Conference, and he might still be exposed in the end, but at that time, he should have already taken the immortal urn in his hand, so it didn't matter.There was a large round window in the wall of the meditation room, and the lower edge was already up to the ground, apparently freshly hewn.There is a lake outside the round window, and there are many precious flowers and trees growing densely on the lakeside.It's late autumn, and it's still spring all year round, with flowers and trees in full bloom.The lake was newly dug and the trees were newly moved.The trees outside the window are too dense, and the picture presented is naturally not as beautiful as the Sanqian Temple.If this is also a fan, the level of the painter is obviously much worse.Jing Jiu glanced at it and thought to himself that this kind of thing is really not suitable for you.Of course, he didn't say these thoughts, and pushed his wheelchair out of the meditation room and to the lake.When you come to the lakeside, the flowers and trees you can see are no longer so dense and clearer.Winter's satisfaction hummed and said, "Tomorrow I will have people cut down these trees." ”Jing Jiu thought to himself that if all the trees were cut down, a bald lake would not be much to look at.Suddenly, the wind rose, and a rain of flowers fell on the begonia tree, sprinkled on the two of them.In the three years he was in the world, he didn't encounter anything with the winter.When encountering things, it is often not things waiting for you there, but you go to find things by yourself.The winter was once hot-blooded, and it is still hot-blooded, but countless years have passed, and those chivalrous and righteous things have long been tired, and they are no longer looking around for things like they were back then.Zhao Layue still had a sense of freshness back then, and Fu Sijian would be stained with so much blood.It doesn't matter what kind of Jing Jiu it is, it's just quietly accompanied.Thinking of Zhao Layue, the subtle feeling from before reappeared, and Jing Jiu raised his eyebrows slightly.There are not many aquatic plants in the new lake, and the fish swim weakly.Looking at the lake in the winter, he asked, "Something?"
”Jing Jiu said, "I'm leaving. ”Wintertime thought for a while and said, "Take care." ”Jing Jiu can leave directly from the Tongtian Courtyard and make a special trip back to Suigetsu-an, just to say goodbye to her.With the temperament of winter, it should be said that he will not send it, and the reason why he said to take care is because he knows that he will come back.With the immortal urn.Jing Jiu pushed her back into the meditation room and left.Winterized in a wheelchair, looking out the window, without looking back.The flowers and trees outside the window are really too dense.She raised her eyebrows, a little displeased, and asked someone to cut it off.The flowers and trees were cut down and then taken away.The sight was open.Looking at the clouds in the sky in winter, he was silent.White clouds emerge from the lake, leaving a shadow in the verdant valley.Jing Jiu walked out of the hermitage, stopped, looked up at the sky, and looked at the clouds.………… There is a nameless wild mountain somewhere, and there is a ruined temple in the mountain.In late autumn, everything is slaughtered, the mountain road is covered by weeds, and there are no travelers passing by at all, but there are many people in the broken temple tonight.Compared with the human world, the spiritual world has many conventions of its own.Once a bonfire is lit in a deserted mountain, practitioners gather like moths.Of course, the prerequisite is safety.This place is not far from Yunmeng Mountain, and it is already on the edge of the Great Array, so naturally no evil demon dares to make trouble here.Bonfires are warm, psychological, and a place where messages can be exchanged and things can be exchanged.It's like a restaurant or a green house in the world.There was a man sitting by the fire in the ruined temple.Most people wear hats and don't want to be known.The three bald heads in the crowd are even more eye-catching.The three simply-dressed monks came from Guocheng Temple, and the people consciously gave up their best positions."
Tonight was a rare buzz."
Someone said with a smile.The number of practitioners is already very small, and it is very difficult to meet a fellow practitioner on weekdays, and often the bonfire is lit overnight, and no one visits, as if so many people have gathered today.The reason why this is so is naturally because of the upcoming Asking Question Conference of the Zhongzhou Sect, whether they are invited or not, many cultivators will come to see the excitement.Naturally, people are talking about this important event, and the most concerned is the Asking Question Conference that determines the ownership of the immortal jar.They hadn't thought about that immortal immortal urn, but they were also happy to talk about it, and it seemed that it could also be stained with a little bit of immortal energy.The names of many genius cultivators were mentioned, and they kept going back and forth in the firelight."
Xi Yiyun is really strong...... someone said: "He is a personal disciple of Bu Qiuxiao, the lord of Yimaozhai, who has studied hard for 20 years, and it is said that he has been recognized by the treasure of Zhenzhai, just like that Ming Wang." ”"I heard that the one from the Hanging Bell Sect is also very good.Of course, she is not the Sect Master of De Shao, she only cares about playing every day, and her realm improvement is too slow. ”"Who is the Qingshan Sword Sect going to this time?
Over Nanshan or Yu Siluo?
”"You are really closed to news, haven't you heard that Zhao Layue will participate?""
You're not quick to hear from you...... didn't even know that Zhuo Rusui had won Zhao Layue. ”"Who are you talking about?
Zhuo Rusui?
That little monster who started his retreat at the beginning?
”There was an exclamation in the ruined temple, and the fire shook uneasily.People were talking excitedly about it.There was a man wearing a hat, hidden in the shadows in the corner, very unobtrusive.No matter what these cultivators said before, the man didn't react, and it wasn't until he heard that Zhao Layue had lost to Zhuo Rusui that his hat moved."
At that time, Zhuo Rusui was talking about Tianguang Peak's mastery of Jingyang's uncle, you look at this arrogance, you didn't put Zhao Layue in your eyes at all."
The well-informed Sanxiu said: "After he won, he was even more arrogant, pointing at Zhao Layue's nose and saying, just because you can inherit the mantle of your uncle and ancestor?"
”Someone laughed and said: "You just continue to make it up, you don't know anything at first glance, Zhao Layue is the master of Shenmo Peak, and he is Zhuo Rusui's aunt, no matter how arrogant he is, saying such things and doing such things, he is not afraid of being cut by the old man of the sword law?"
”The Sanxiu blushed slightly and said, "I also heard someone relay it, even if there are discrepancies in the details......
Even if you don't point to your nose......
The meaning is always the same. ”Someone said: "Whether it is Zhuo Rusui or Zhao Layue, it is meaningless, and this meeting has obviously been decided." ”"What do you mean by this?"
Someone asked."
You and I both know that the rule this time is that each faction can only produce one person, so why does the Zhongzhou faction itself not abide by the rules?
Whether it is Tong Yan or Bai Zao, it will not be weaker than Zhuo Rusui and Zhao Layue, I heard that there is a mysterious figure this time, a few fight one, who do you say will win?
”The man shook his head and said, "If it's really an internal decision, why don't the Zhongzhou faction keep the immortal urn for their own use, or do they have to do it more?"
Don't guess with the heart of a villain, the Zhongzhou faction can become the leader of the righteous path, it naturally makes sense, and the Qingshan Sword Sect has always been almost meaningful, and has never been willing to deal with our small factions, it is too arrogant. ”People thought about the Aoyama Sect's usual style of acting, and it was indeed the case, and they couldn't help but nod their heads.Someone said: "Qingshan is arrogant, naturally has the qualifications to be arrogant, because the strength is so strong." ”"Now that the two Qingshan Sects are connected to the sky, there are many strong people in the Sea Breaking Realm, and their strength is only above the Zhongzhou faction, why can't the momentum be suppressed?""
Naturally, it's because there are white immortals in the Zhongzhou faction.""
Doesn't Qingshan also have a real person in Jingyang?""
The white immortals left the immortal urn to protect the world, but the Jingyang real people didn't leave anything."
The man looked around, lowered his voice and said, "I heard that not only did he leave nothing, but he also took away some treasures from the Qingshan Sect.I heard that there are many people in Qingshan Jiufeng who have very opinions on this matter, but when the Qingshan Sect had something to do, Jingyang Zhenren didn't care, where would they think about what to leave for Qingshan after ascending. ”The three monks remained silent, and one monk had his head bowed and could not see his face.An elderly monk rests with his eyes closed.The younger monk's face grew redder and redder as he heard these words, until he could barely hold it back, and finally nudged the old monk.The old monk opened his eyes, looked at him and smiled, and said, "If you want to say it, just say it." ”The young monk took a deep breath, looked at the cultivators, and shouted, "You fools!
”Everyone was stunned, thinking to themselves what happened to this master of Guocheng Temple?
The young monk stood up, looked at the man and said, "You said that Jingyang Zhenren took away Qingshan's treasures, but have you ever thought that those treasures were originally Zhenren's own?"
You also said that no matter what happened to Qingshan, real people don't care, but have you ever thought about it, when anyone wants to deal with Qingshan, don't you dare to think about him?
”Hearing this, people first thought it was ridiculous, and then they woke up, knowing that the first half of the young monk's sentence could be refuted, but the second half of the sentence was ......
The two hundred years before Jingyang's ascension can be said to be the best development in the history of Qingshan, and there has never been any real crisis.Why?
Because Jingyang Zhenren is the person with the highest realm in Chaotian Continent.Although he has been in the end of the god peak for many years and has never paid attention to the world, he is still the one with the highest realm.As long as he is there, no one dares to covet Qingshan.This truth is so simple, but neither the cultivators in the world nor the many people in the green mountains have ever figured it out.Or maybe it's because they don't want to think about it.This fact is emotional.The ruined temple became quiet.No one noticed that in the shadowy corner, the man with the hat had left.The man came to the mountain, jumped to the treetops, and with a light movement of his fingers, countless branches fell silently, naturally forming a platform.He took out the bamboo chair and put it on the platform, took off his hat, and lay down on it.Tonight the wind was very strong, howling, blowing the clouds extremely clean, and the stars were very dazzling.Starlight fell on his face, still perfect, without any emotion.What those people in the broken temple said had no effect on his mood.The mountain wind became stronger and stronger, the branches shook slightly, and the platform was not in danger of capsizing, but the bamboo chairs made a creaking sound.Jing Jiu thought that he was going to repair it again, and he didn't know if he had planted bamboo in Guocheng Temple at the age of ten, otherwise he could send it over for him to repair.The night wind is howling, the trees are shaking slightly, and the stars and mountains in the eyes seem to be moving, a little dreamy.If you want to paint this scene, you need a good painter.It reminded him of the monk in the ruined temple with his head bowed.He Zhan is really there tonight.Then he looked at the green hills in the distance.The attraction of the Immortal Immortal Urn is great.He calculated that Zhuo Rusui would be out of the customs, but he didn't expect Zhao Layue to lose to him.Back then, at Shenmofeng Peak, he told her a few times that she couldn't lose.Why did you lose?
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