The huge boat was shaped like a sword and as big as a mountain, emitting an ear-piercing whistling sound as it pressed down on the air.
The damage caused by the Chaotic Wind could be seen clearly on the side boards of the flying boat. Fortunately, the damage wasn't too severe.
A sword boat?
The disciples of Aoyama were shocked speechless.
So were the young disciples of other sects.
The sudden appearance of the sword boat meant that the Aoyama Sect had already learned of Jing Jiu's idea and expressed its support.
Lei Il-kyung was bewildered.
He had just said that he would be punished by the sect if he withdrew from the Cultivation tournament halfway, and then he saw this scene.
Those young Cultivation practitioners who hadn't left yet wondered in bewilderment what was going on.
Looking at Jing Jiu's wrist, Bai Zao thought that it was Jing Jiu who sent the letter to Aoyama when the sword bracelet disappeared.
This flying sword could leave its master and travel more than fifty thousand miles by itself, so it was definitely an extraordinary sword.
Since the Sword Sect of Aoyama listened to his idea, Jing Jiu must be an extraordinary disciple.
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It was quiet in the small courtyard of the Net-Perception Temple.
The sect masters and elders of various sects were shocked, not knowing what to say.
The Sect Master of Kunlun was extremely angry, demanding, "What is going on? Why did the sword boat of the Aoyama Sect appear in the snowland? "
Duke Of He didn't say anything, frowning, wondering if something would happen in the Cultivation tournament this year. Why did the Aoyama Sect make such a judgment? Why didn't they inform the sects in advance?
He turned to Nan Wang and asked, "What is the reason for your sect's action?"
Nan Wang replied nonchalantly, "I'm in Zhaoge City; how can I know what is going on in the mountains?"
The sword boat was an important treasure of Aoyama, and was managed by Shiyue Peak.
The sword boat that appeared in the snowland was the ocean boat of the highest spiritual state.
Only the Sect Master of Aoyama, Yuan Qijing, and the Peak Master of Shiyue had the right to use it.
The chief commander of the Pure Heaven Bureau came over hurriedly and delivered a sword letter.
Duke Of He took the sword letter and sensed it for a moment. Then his expression turned serious. He looked at the crowd and said, "Aoyama said that they were not sure if there would be any problems at the moment. But since Jing Jiu had won first place in the Law Tournament, there was no point in continuing the Law Tournament. To be on the safe side, they strongly suggested that all sects take back their disciples."
What he didn't finish was that the Aoyama Sect had stated clearly in the Sword Letter that they didn't care if the host of the Plum Meeting didn't listen to them.
But if something were to happen in the future, don't blame Aoyama for not warning me.
One of the sect masters asked with concern: "Did the Aoyama Sect say what exactly happened?"
Duke Of He snapped, "I've already said that they're not sure if there's a problem. They just said that it doesn't feel right."
Hearing the words' it doesn't feel right ', the Sect Leader and Elders present felt a headache.
Everything that had happened in the Cultivation tournament had started from these four inexplicable words.
"It's different whether it's Jing Jiu's feeling or the Sect Master's feeling."
The Sect Master thought it was ridiculous, letting out a bitter smile.
The Elder of Zhongzhou School asked, "How many disciples did the Sword Boat take back?"
"Thirty," replied Duke Of He.
The Sect Masters and Elders were startled.
What they didn't know was that Jing Jiu had also taken away the disciples of Ōzawa and Platanus Sect in addition to the ten disciples of Aoyama, and some other young Cultivation practitioners were willing to follow him.
The arrival of the Sword Boat made some young Cultivation practitioners who had no intention of leaving change their minds.
The influence of the Aoyama Sect in the Cultivation world was simply too great.
The problem was that there were one hundred and fifty young disciples participating in the Cultivation tournament, and one-fifth of them were gone. What should they do next?
The appearance of the Sword Boat in Aoyama would cause many people to waver in their attitude.
Would this year's Cultivation tournament end so hastily?
The Sect Master of the Kunlun Sect looked at Nan Wang and said angrily, "What does the Aoyama Sect mean? You don't care about such an absurd disciple, and you even support him! "
Nan Wang said expressionlessly, "The Aoyama Sect has always valued talents, and we don't stick to one pattern. The masters are open-minded and willing to accept the opinions of young people. Is there a problem?"
She didn't like Jing Jiu at first, but now her opinion of him had changed a lot.
The first place in the Cultivation tournament was not a big deal, as the Aoyama Sect had won it many times.
But Jing Jiu was the first person to end the Cultivation tournament in advance.
Many Sect Masters and Elders had thought of this problem.
A young disciple participating in the Cultivation tournament ended right away. What did it mean?
Even the Abbot of the Baotong Zen Temple, who had the best temper, was a bit angry, saying, "When Jing Jiu comes back, I'll have to talk to him face to face."
Duke Of He said, "He didn't come back."
Jing Jiu didn't come back with the Sword Boat?
What did that mean?
The small courtyard was very quiet.
Behind the window, it was even more quiet.
Kneeling on the bed, the Young Zen Master tried to get his eyes closer to the pile of messy wooden sticks.
Yes, he couldn't see clearly at the moment.
The news from the small town was that there would be no monster tide this year, which was the same as Monk Shihai's judgment.
That person also went to the small town, but he also couldn't see anything.
Why did the Aoyama Sect say that something was wrong when both he and that person couldn't see anything?
The Sword Sect of Aoyama was certainly powerful, but how could it compare to Shui Yue Nunnery and the Guocheng Temple when it came to perception?
If Jing Jiu wasn't the successor of Jingyang, he would certainly ignore this matter. But now he needed to think about it more clearly.
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of the night watch coming into his ears woke Zen Master up. It was already late at night outside the window.
His clear and even slightly childish eyes revealed a slightly perplexed expression.
He could hear that the sound of the night watch came from the distant royal palace, dozens of miles away, but he still couldn't calculate this matter clearly.
Let the sects prepare first.
He thought to himself.
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The Sword Boat left, but the big hole torn in the clouds couldn't be filled in a short time.
The last rays of the setting sun shone on the snowy mountain and refracted into the valley. Everywhere was a pleasant golden color.
The young Cultivation practitioners who participated in the Cultivation tournament had all left, whether they were willing or not. Very few people could be seen around the valley.
"Why didn't you leave?"
Jing Jiu looked at Bai Zao and asked.
Whether he left the snowland on the Sword Boat, or left the valley for the depths of the snowland, or continued to participate in the Cultivation tournament, it was all a matter of leaving.
Bai Zao asked back, "Why didn't you leave?"
Jing Jiu said, "I want to go and have a look."
After stepping into the snowland, the further north he went, the worse he felt.
After encountering that strange cold fog that night, this feeling became even stronger.
If the danger in the depths of the snowland was a trap set by his Big Brother, then according to his previous practice, he would leave after sending off the disciples of Aoyama.
This was not avoiding the battle, but the way of the host and the guest.
He had always followed this principle in the battles that had lasted for hundreds of years, so he had never lost.
Yet, it seemed that he had never won in the end.
That was why he agreed to help Zhao Layue.
If this was a trap, then he would try to break through it.
When would he enter the trap?
He still had to wait.
This time he was not waiting for someone or a boat, but for something. … …
The night passed uneventfully. The morning sun rose again, and Bai Zao was still there.
"If you don't leave now, it will be too late," said Jing Jiu.
Bai Zao said softly, "Don't worry about me. I can leave whenever I want to."
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The Jing Dynasty occupied one third of Chaotian. To the north was the extremely cold snowland.
There was a huge mountain range in the deep end of the snowland, and the Snowy Kingdom was on the other side of the mountain range.
There was a small town in the northernmost part of the human territory.
The town was only a few miles long and wide, and its walls were made of mud bricks. It was white most of the time because of the wind and snow, so it was called White Town.
It was very cold in White Town. Even the most cold-resistant pine and cypress couldn't grow here, let alone grains and vegetables. Yet, some residents lived in the town. They knelt on the street in ragged fur clothing, kowtowing and praying piously to the high ground.
On the road leading to White Town in the south, the believers were also kowtowing and praying, the carriages behind them carrying grains, vegetables and meat.
White Town was built against a mountain. The cliffs were made of red rocks, which looked as eye-catching as blood against the white snow.
There was an inconspicuous temple in front of the mountain, with a golden Buddha statue in it.
The golden Buddha statue was one hundred feet tall and fat, with his eyes closed, curling up the corners of his mouth with a smile, looking like a mountain.
An iron broadsword was placed in front of the Buddha statue.
The iron broadsword was about thirty feet long, like a house beam. The ground on which the broadsword was placed had sunk half a foot; it was evident how heavy the broadsword was.
It was hard to say who in the world could lift such a broadsword.
A young woman walked to the front of the temple and lifted her head to look at the couplets on both sides.
"Save the suffering, save the people, and pray to the Buddha, the Dao, and oneself."
The content of this couplet looked ordinary, but it had a profound meaning if one were to read it carefully.
For instance, this young woman had an indescribable temperament despite her ordinary appearance.
It seemed that heaven and earth didn't dare look at her when she didn't like it.
Having read the couplet, the young woman tucked her hair behind her ears, walked into the temple, and stood in front of the Buddha statue.
A deep and resonant voice rang out, but it was full of regret, sounding like the famous broken bell in the Guocheng Temple.
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