The painting of plum blossoms had some new changes.
Besides Jing Jiu, the other three had also made some progress. A few red plum blossoms were added to the branches nearby, looking quite pleasing. Compared with the red plum blossoms in the distance, the scene was perfect.
The newly added plum blossoms were painted by He Zhan himself. After finishing the painting, he enjoyed it for a while, drank up the wine in the jar, and left the West Mountain.
The Cultivation practitioners of various sects stopped in front of the painting, feeling speechless. They knew that Jing Jiu would win first place in the Cultivation tournament at this year's Plum Meeting.
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The news was soon spread to Aoyama.
The young disciples of the nine peaks were very happy, feeling extremely honored.
The masters of the peaks had high expectations for Jing Jiu, but they were still surprised when they heard the news, thinking that Jing Jiu was still young and couldn't possibly defeat Lo Huainan.
On the top of the Shenmo Peak, Gu Qing and Young Yuan blanched a plate of mulberry leaves to make a salad, washed some fruits, and opened a jar of medicinal wine.
Those monkeys ran up from the bottom of the cliff after smelling the wine, chirping incessantly to prevent the banquet from being too quiet.
"I'll go out of the mountain to pick up my Master tomorrow."
Young Yuan put down the wine cup, his happy mood replaced by worry.
The news from Zhaoge City wasn't clear, so he didn't know how serious his Master's injury was.
Calculating the time, the wooden sword boat that would pick up Zhao Layue would arrive in Cloudy Town the next day. "I'll go with her, of course," said Gu Qing.
Young Yuan said, "Shouldn't someone stay on the peak?"
Gu Qing pointed to those monkeys and said, "Don't we have them?"
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Among the officials of Taichang Temple, Jing Shang was the most low-key one. Even though his colleagues knew who his younger brother was and even congratulated him after the chess tournament of the Plum Meeting, he was still the same as before, doing his work honestly and behaving himself, not showing any arrogance because of it.
With his style of doing things, he naturally wouldn't hold a banquet or call his friends. But that night, he still asked his wife to prepare a sumptuous dinner and opened a bottle of wine that had been hidden for fifteen years. It didn't take long before he was drunk and his face was red.
Father Jing didn't know what had happened, so he asked a few words of concern.
Madame Jing said with a smile, "It's nothing serious. I just heard that … Little Uncle won first place in the Cultivation tournament of the Plum Meeting."
When Jing Shang heard this, he wanted to say that he couldn't just casually call him uncle, but he really couldn't suppress the feeling of honor in his heart. He drank another cup of wine happily, but he thought with slight regret, why didn't he let him place a bet this time?
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In the Public House not far from the Jing Family, Duke Lu and the Crown Prince were drinking together.
"A bright pearl is a bright pearl. It doesn't matter if it's sandstorms or cold snow."
The Crown Prince's eyes were full of admiration as he said, "If the successor is already like this, then what kind of person was the person who held the wooden token back then? Grandfather really has good taste. "
Duke Lu said, "Idiot, it's not that your grandfather had good foresight. Your grandfather was chosen. What we need to do is to prove that that person's foresight is correct."
The Crown Prince thought what he said was reasonable, saying, "Father, I want to go to the Nishiyama House to see that painting of plum blossoms tomorrow."
Those paintings of plum blossoms would be kept by various Cultivation sects. The Cultivation tournament wasn't over yet, and Jing Jiu's painting of plum blossoms was still in the Nishiyama House. If he wanted to see it, he had to do it now.
Duke Lu said, "That painting has been sent to the Royal Palace at dusk. The Emperor wants to see it."
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Before Jing Jiu's painting of plum blossoms was sent to the Net-Perception Temple to be evaluated by the Zen Master before it was sent to the Royal Palace.
Surprisingly, there was still no news from the Cultivation practitioners until the next morning.
Even those Cultivation practitioners who didn't like the style of the Aoyama Sect had to admit that Jing Jiu should have won first place in the Cultivation tournament.
Did something go wrong in the Cultivation tournament?
At the top of the Nishiyama House, the wooden fence was surrounded by clouds and mist, looking like a fairyland.
The influential figures of the Cultivation circle had gathered here again because of one matter.
Accompanied by a pure and gentle aura, the elder of the Zhongzhou School, who rarely showed up, also came.
He came from the Cloud Dream Mountain because today's event had something to do with the Zhongzhou School.
In the middle of the pavilion, there was an object that looked like a sand table. The bottom of the table gave off the unique glow of a magic treasure. There was a slight mist on the top of the table, and the images inside were faintly discernible.
This was the most precious treasure of the Ōzawa Sect — the Thousand Mile Map.
The Thousand Mile Map could show images from very far away. Together with the Cold-Signal Bird of the Kunlun Sect and the talisman magic treasure of the Fayuan Sect, they could get a simple picture of the situation ahead.
Over the past few days, the strange cold mist had appeared much less frequently, and the images were much clearer. The positions of the young disciples participating in the Cultivation tournament could be seen clearly.
Most of the young disciples had entered the black mountain, getting closer and closer to the hinterland of the Snowy Kingdom and to the real danger.
There were eight or nine faint spots of light in the mountains ahead. There were not many of them, and they were divided into two groups. They should be the group that Lo Huainan and Tong Lu were in.
In a valley far behind them, there were many spots of light gathered together. There were so many people that the valley seemed to be somewhat brightly lit.
"In the beginning, they stopped for two days, and then set off again. They met another group midway, and then they stopped and moved on, showing no signs of splitting up even now."
The Duke Of He said, "They should be very clear about the rules of the Cultivation tournament. This is not right, but it doesn't look like they are planning to cheat."
He looked at the sand table as he spoke, but all the sect masters and elders present knew who he was talking to.
Nan Wang was expressionless, as if he hadn't heard anything.
Indeed, according to the news from the frontlines, this was all Jing Jiu's idea.
After killing dozens of Snow Foot Monsters that night, he led the young disciples in traveling between the snowy plains and the cold mountains. By now, more than thirty people had gathered.
It was obvious that he was doing this on purpose. The question was, what was he trying to do?
"Is he so proud because he won first place in the Cultivation tournament that he wants to be the leader of the new generation?"
The Sect Master of Kunlun sneered and said, "Does he still have any respect for us teachers? Does he still have any respect for the rules?"
"First place in the Cultivation tournament is of course something to be proud of. Besides, he is the personal disciple of Martial Uncle Jingyang. Few people in the world of Cultivation are qualified to be his teacher."
Nan Wang said with a cold expression.
She didn't like Jing Jiu, because he was too good-looking and too dazzling, unlike Jingyang, who was as gentle as jade and as elegant as a pine tree.
But at this time, she had to speak up for him.
The elder of Zhongzhou School spoke up, saying, "Shouldn't we not rush to make a judgment? Maybe they have encountered something. "
He had to say this, not because of Jing Jiu, but because Bai Zao was also there.
More importantly, according to the news from the frontlines, Jing Jiu was able to persuade those young disciples to stop mostly because of Bai Zao's support.
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Jing Jiu had never thought of winning first place in the Cultivation tournament.
There was a gap between his Realm and Lo Huainan's, and he didn't know that he was so suitable for the snowy plains before he chased after the Snow Foot Monsters that night. Of course, he wouldn't let Jing Shang bet.
He had participated in the Cultivation tournament for other reasons, and what he was doing now was one of them.
What was he trying to do?
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