Prime Minister Ye Qingyu, Watching the Tide
Song Xin Qiji
Looking at the gulls and herons flying in the sky, the Earth Drum moved. The Jiejiang Group drove the mountain, the fierce battle did not subdue the Pi Tiger. Day and night. Used to it, Wu 'er was not afraid of the Flood Dragon's anger. Wind Ripple Steps. Looking at the Red Mantis flying, the fish jumping straight up, dancing on the waves.
Who asked, the whale swallowed ten thousand miles, the human world played a thousand crossbows. What was the matter, the white horse and the plain carriage went east. Hateful, the people were right, the resentment and anger would last for eternity. Fame would be wasted. Cursing the Sect for Tao Zhu, the West Lake of the Five Lakes, a boat in the misty rain.
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The mist gradually dispersed.
The setting sun illuminated the mountains.
The Sword-Washing Stream flowed slowly, turning into a golden whip just like it had for countless years.
This year was the Minor New Year in Aoyama. The disciples who had been cultivating by the stream for a long time and were ready to inherit the sword did not have outstanding talents.
In contrast, the guests from various sects were more eye-catching.
As usual, the Guocheng Temple, the Platanus Sect, and Ōzawa all sent representatives. The Windblade Sect also sent an envoy for the third time in a row. Surprisingly, someone from the Center Sect had come as well. This was the first time in hundreds of years that this had happened. It was well known that the Cloud-Dream Mountain had kept silent even when the Immortal Jing Yang ascended.
The guest from the Zhongzhou School was a second-generation disciple. The disciples of Aoyama did not think it was disrespectful because the person was very famous in the cultivation world.
The young disciples stood by the stream and looked nervously at the cliffs. They did not know if they could pass the test and be chosen by the masters of the peaks.
On the mountain path between the cliffs and the high platform in the sunset, the guests and the masters and disciples of the peaks of Aoyama were scattered.
Many eyes fell on the disciple from the Zhongzhou School. Some of them were hostile, but most of them were curious.
"I remember he participated in the Cultivation tournament ten years ago, so he should not be young. Why does he still look so young and childish?"
"Is this what they mean by 'a person is like his name'?"
"It's said that he entered the Dao through chess, that he has extraordinary talent, and that his chess skills are the best in history. I wonder if it's true."
"Zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting are all minor Daos. There's no need to care about them. Besides, he lost to Youngest Uncle. How can he say that he's the best?"
The cliff became quiet.
Someone let out a sigh.
A feeling of sadness and regret enveloped the crowd.
The Little Martial Uncle that the Aoyama disciples mentioned was Jing Jiu.
Many years ago, the young master who came from a small village became a celebrity among the nine peaks of Aoyama after he entered the Sword Washing Pavilion from the South Pine Pavilion.
Because of the stories between him and Liangwang Peak, because of the relationship between him and the two cultivators with natural Dao quality, because of his laziness, and most of all because of his face.
At the Inherited Sword Competition one year, Jing Jiu finally demonstrated his rare talent in sword work by this stream. Then, at the Sword Trial of Aoyama one year, he stood out for some reason and defeated a few disciples of Liangwang Peak, and in the end, he even broke the sword of Guo Nanshan, the principal disciple of Aoyama.
The masters of the nine peaks thought he was an unparalleled genius in sword work, hoping that he could surprise the Cultivation world on behalf of Aoyama. He didn't let them down. At the last Plum Meeting, he defeated Tong Yan and won first place in the chess tournament, and then he defeated the powerful Lo Huainan and Tong Lu to win first place in the Cultivation tournament. He showed off his talent and showed his brilliance.
The last part was a story that was known by all of Chaotian.
On the eve of the upheaval of the Snowy Kingdom, he stood out and saved the lives of many Cultivation colleagues, including Lo Huainan, but he himself disappeared in the patch of cold fog.
The Cultivation practitioners of Chaotian felt regretful whenever they thought of this event.
In addition to talent and diligence, the most important factor on the long path of Cultivation was fate.
The disciples of Aoyama felt even sadder when they thought of this event, and they missed their youngest Senior Master very much.
Jing Jiu didn't get along well with his colleagues, and he didn't have a good relationship with the disciples of Aoyama because of what had happened between him and Liangwang Peak.
But things had changed a long time ago.
First of all, his outstanding performance at the Plum Meeting had won a great honor for Aoyama, and secondly, what had happened in the Cultivation tournament.
Thinking back on it, the disciples of Aoyama knew how much effort Jing Jiu had put in for this event.
The nine disciples rescued by him had become the most loyal protectors of Jing Jiu's reputation. One time, four disciples of Liangwang Peak, including Yao Songshan and Lei Il-kyung, heard Jian Rushan mocking Jing Jiu in private for overestimating his own strength. They were so furious that they lost control of themselves. Four flashes of sword light struck down at him, making him bleed all over. Even the Fourth Big Brother Jian Ruyun couldn't save him. If Guo Nanshan and Gu Han hadn't persuaded Jian Rushan to kowtow in front of the Shenmo Peak to apologize, they might have caused a bloody fight to the death.
The Zhongzhou School and the Aoyama Sect had a good relationship and sent someone to observe the Inherited Sword Competition because of Jing Jiu.
In that story, the reason he and Bai Zao disappeared was to save Lo Huainan.
More importantly, he was no longer here, so everything related to him was naturally good.
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A sigh came from the cliff where the disciples of Liangwang Peak were.
"Everything is fate. Some people have better lives."
Guo Nanshan frowned slightly. He knew that the speaker was Lei Il-kyung, and he was talking about Lo Huainan.
This Young Brother, who had admired him the most, had now become the most fanatical believer of Jing Jiu. Every time he mentioned this matter, he sounded very unhappy.
Lo Huainan was indeed very lucky. Though she was seriously injured, her foundation of Cultivation was not hurt. It was said that she had a special encounter in the snowland, and her Golden Elixir was not destroyed. Her state improved rapidly, and her strength became more powerful.
In the past, when Guo Nanshan entered the State of Free Travel, he might be able to compete with him for a while. But now, there was an obvious gap between them.
Guo Nanshan frowned not because of jealousy or dissatisfaction, but because he didn't like what Lei Il-kyung had said.
In his opinion, if this was fate, it meant that Lo Huainan was born to do great things, and she should shoulder the responsibility of the righteous path.
Seeing his expression, Gu Han said to the Young Brothers, "Cultivationist Luo has been killing demons and devils everywhere these years, regardless of the influence of her Cultivation, and even life and death. Such determination is really admirable, and we should learn from her. Don't talk about her casually."
The disciples of Liangwang Peak responded in unison.
Gu Han looked at a stone platform on the cliff, feeling a little regretful.
Shenmo Peak still hadn't appeared.
Those young disciples by the stream were also regretful.
They all wanted to be a disciple of Shenmo Peak.
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"She has never been to Shenmo Peak. Our Senior Master Aunt is so similar to our Senior Granduncle."
"It is said that her Taoist Heart has died, so she has been focusing on Cultivation in the peak. Of course, she won't take any more disciples."
"Why? Is it because she is too sad about the death of Senior Uncle Jing Jiu? "
"What nonsense is that? She stayed on the Sword Peak for a few years. Is it because she was hurt in love?"
"Even if you like Senior Master Jing, don't try to deny it. Many people saw the scene of Senior Master Jing arranging flowers for Senior Master Aunt at the Plum Meeting."
"They never admitted that they were Cultivation partners. Besides, Senior Master Jing and the Fairy Bai Zao had a good relationship. If nothing had happened to them, who knows what would happen to them now?"
"Senior Master Jing met Cultivationist Bai Zao for the first time at the Plum Meeting. It's impossible."
"The Youngest Brother of Liangwang Peak said that she and Senior Master Jing fought together in the Cultivation tournament. Do you know how much pressure Senior Master Jing was under? Why did she support him so much? "
"That's right. The most obvious evidence is that there are two Seals of Ten-Thousand Miles in Zhongzhou School. Lo Huainan used one, and Bai Zao still has one. But why didn't she come out?"
"This is what it means to live and die together. If their love wasn't stronger than gold, it wouldn't be like this."
The young girls of Qingrong Peak were gossiping, but they didn't know that the disciple of Zhongzhou School had heard them.
The twilight shone on the young face, which didn't show any emotion, except that he was a bit thinner than he was at the Plum Meeting.
Tong Yan looked at the empty stone platform.
He stayed behind closed doors after the chess tournament of the Plum Meeting. Even though he knew about the Cultivation tournament, he didn't leave the Cloud-Dream Mountain.
He came out from behind closed doors not long ago and learned that Zhongzhou School would send someone to observe the Inherited Sword Competition of Aoyama, so he requested to go.
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Among the nine peaks of Aoyama, Shenmo Peak was the loneliest.
A figure by the cliff's edge was also very lonely.
Even the wind was blowing gently at her short hair, making it even messier.
It had been three years.
She hadn't combed her hair.
It was because she didn't know where Jing Jiu had put the good wooden comb.
She didn't wear pigtails anymore.
It was because she wouldn't.
Whether in White Town or on the top of Shenmo Peak, she had only done one thing in the last three years, which was Cultivation.
It was just like what she had done on the Sword Peak.
Nobody knew how hard she had cultivated and how fast she had improved her Cultivation state.
She had already seen the hope of entering the State of Free Travel after cultivating for just over ten years.
If this news were to spread out, the whole Cultivation circle would be shocked.
"The latest news."
Gu Qing's voice rang out behind her.
Zhao Layue said nonchalantly, "Tell me."
"Similar to the previous times, he killed a ferocious demon in Yuzhou and was wounded. He stopped the crowd from praising him, saying that if Jing Jiu were still here …"
Gu Qing said, "Then he didn't say anything more. He left with a sigh."
"His emotions?" asked Zhao Layue.
Gu Qing said, "I didn't ask him directly. Judging from his description, he was mostly sentimental and frustrated, but he didn't feel sad or sad anymore."
"What do you think of it?" asked Zhao Layue.
Gu Qing said, "This is the seventh emotion he has shown. It's getting weaker and weaker each time. But it's normal, because time always dilutes everything."
"But?" pressed Zhao Layue.
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Lo Huainan was the strongest swordsman of the young generation.
His reputation was even higher now, and no one could match him.
Many people didn't understand why he didn't seize the time to cultivate, but traveled the world every once in a while to kill demons.
His answer was that his life was given to him by Jing Jiu and his Young Sister, so he shouldn't use it all on himself. He should return it to heaven and earth.
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Gu Qing said, "But I think it's normal, so normal that it feels deliberate. It seems that he wants people to remember it on purpose."
"Maybe he feels guilty," Zhao Layue said.
Gu Qing said after a moment of silence, "Maybe."
"What do you think of the story from three years ago?" asked Zhao Layue.
"I still don't believe it," said Gu Qing.
The Jing Jiu in that story was too perfect, like a great hero that only existed in stories.
"I don't believe it either," said Zhao Layue, "because that's not Jing Jiu, but the person Lo Huainan wants to be."
If the Jing Jiu in the story was a person imagined by Lo Huainan, then the story was naturally made up.
Why did Lo Huainan make up this story? This was the root of all the problems.
Zhao Layue looked to the far north and said, "It's been three years."
"Yes," said Gu Qing.
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