There was a green valley by the East Ocean, and there was a bottomless cave in the valley, filled with fog and gusts of sinister wind. It was the Heavenly Well, which was as famous as the Secret Realm of Singing Spring.
In order to prevent the swordsmen of the Underworld or the army from climbing out of the Heavenly Well and wreaking havoc in the human world, this place was surrounded by powerful forbidding formations.
The Divine Nun of the East Ocean had even built the Shui Yue Nunnery Temple not far from this place.
As such, this place had never been a scenic spot even though it had an excellent scenery.
Standing by the cliff's edge, Jing Jiu looked at the inside of the Heavenly Well with his hands folded behind his back, looking like a tourist.
The sinister wind rolled up the fog, forming countless turbulence and whirlpools in the Heavenly Well, which were even more formidable than the Chaotic Wind in the high sky.
It was all dark as far as his sight could reach, so he couldn't see clearly what was down there.
Jing Jiu didn't remember that he had been to the Underworld.
But he had been there.
As the book had said, there were thirteen levels in the Heavenly Well.
Jing Jiu suddenly sensed something, turning his head to look at the distance.
Aoyama was in that direction.
He looked in that direction in Silence; it was unclear what was on his mind.
A gust of sinister wind came out from the Heavenly Well.
He reached out his right hand, as if an invisible object had landed in his palm.
He sensed it with his spiritual awareness for a moment, a sentimental emotion showing in his eyes.
Different from what the King Of The Underworld had imagined, the Underworld didn't elect a new emperor right away after learning of his death; instead, it was in a state of chaos.
The Underworld Master had to suppress the rebel army and negotiate with other forces, so he was in a terrible situation.
However, perhaps all of this was part of the plan of the King Of The Underworld. A long period of stability would usually be based on a great chaos.
When the chaos in the Underworld was over and a new emperor was elected, Jing Jiu would find some time to go down there and bring back the Seal of the King Of The Underworld.
If it were his Big Brother, he would choose the new King Of The Underworld himself; but Jing Jiu wouldn't do so.
This was a matter for the Underworld, so it should be decided by the Underworld themselves.
Jing Jiu turned to leave.
The Heavenly Well was surrounded by the forbidding formations, and the cliff was covered with amulet papers and scripts left by the highly achieved monks of the Guocheng Temple.
The chilly wind and his pause naturally alarmed some people.
Not long after, several beautiful young girls flew to the edge of the cliff and looked around vigilantly, but they didn't find anything strange.
"Please ask the masters in the nunnery to send a message to all the sects. I'm afraid that some extremely powerful monsters of the Underworld have sneaked up from the Heavenly Well."
The girl in the lead said worriedly, "Maybe he is interested in the Fairy Book of Longevity of Zhongzhou School. I only hope that nothing serious will happen."
They didn't know that the person they were worried about was already in the Shui Yue Nunnery.
Shui Yue Nunnery was on the other side of the Green Valley. Just like how the Guocheng Temple was divided into the front temple and the back courtyard, it was also divided into the inner courtyard and the outer courtyard. The outer courtyard was responsible for the secular affairs while the inner courtyard was the real place.
Jing Jiu landed in the depths of the nunnery without alerting anyone, because there was already a small green curtain sedan waiting for him.
In the green curtain sedan is the Grand Supreme Elder of Shui Yue Nunnery.
Jing Jiu knew what he meant, but he didn't stop talking to him, nodding his head.
Besides the Nunnery Master and this Grand Supreme Elder, nobody knew that Jing Jiu had come to Shui Yue Nunnery.
The chaos of the West Ocean three years ago had already spread out.
Everybody thought that Guo Dong was dead.
If somebody knew that he had brought Guo Dong back to Shui Yue Nunnery, they would think that the Grand Supreme Elder of Aoyama who took her away from the West Ocean was Jing Jiu.
It was not a big deal in itself. The Aoyama Sect wouldn't be afraid of the Western Sea Sword School's inquiry.
The key point was that Jing Jiu used the Underworld Fairy Sword to dodge the sword wielded by the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean.
Those scenes and details would remind the observant people of the figure who fled from the Fiend Prison to the sky in Zhaoge Novel, and even the Old Dragon couldn't catch up to him.
The Zhongzhou School had already determined that the figure had something to do with the death of the Old Dragon. If they knew it was him, it would be troublesome.
At the very least, it would be impossible for him to take away the Fairy Book.
He would go to the Zhongzhou School to participate in the Dao Competition, and he might be exposed in the end. But he would have already obtained the Fairy Book by then, so it was not a big deal.
There was a large round window on the wall of the meditation room, the lower edge of which reached the ground. It was obviously a newly built window.
There was a lake outside the round window, and many precious flowering trees grew by the lakeside.
It was late autumn, but it was still like spring here all year round, and the flowering trees were in full bloom.
The lake was newly dug, and the trees were also moved here.
The trees outside the window were too dense, so the scene outside the window was not as beautiful as that in the Three-Thousand Nunnery Hall.
If this was also a circular fan, the painter's skill was obviously much worse.
Jing Jiu took a look at it, thinking that this kind of thing was not suitable for her.
Of course, he wouldn't say this out loud. He pushed the wheelchair out of the meditation room and came to the lakeside.
As he came to the lakeside, he could see that the flowering trees were not as dense as before, but more spacious.
Guo Dong uttered "hmm" satisfactorily, and said, "I'll have these trees cut down tomorrow."
Jing Jiu thought that if all the trees were cut down, the bare lake would be nothing to look at.
A gust of wind suddenly rose, and the flower rain fell down from the begonia trees, sprinkling on the two of them.
He and Guo Dong hadn't encountered any trouble during the three years in the human world.
When encountering trouble, it was often not the trouble waiting for you; it was you who went looking for trouble.
Guo Dong had been passionate before, and she was still passionate now. But as a great many years had passed, she was tired of doing the chivalrous deeds, and she didn't look for trouble everywhere like before.
It was because Zhao Layue still had a sense of novelty back then that her Thoughtless Sword was stained with so much blood.
No matter what it was, Jing Jiu didn't care. All he did was accompany her quietly.
Thinking of Zhao Layue, the subtle feeling came back again. Jing Jiu arched his eyebrows slightly.
There weren't too many aquatic plants in the new lake, and the fish were swimming feebly.
Looking at the surface of the lake, Guo Dong asked, "What's the matter?"
"I have to go," said Jing Jiu.
After some thought, Guo Dong said, "Take care."
Jing Jiu could leave through the Heavenly Well, but he came back to Shui Yue Nunnery specifically to bid farewell to her.
Based on Guo Dong's temperament, she should have said that she wouldn't see him off. The reason she said "take care" was that she knew he would come back.
With the Fairy Book of Longevity.
Jing Jiu pushed her back to the meditation room and left.
Sitting in the wheelchair, Guo Dong looked at the outside of the window without turning her head around.
The flowering trees outside the window were too dense.
She arched her eyebrows, feeling displeased. Someone cut them down.
The flowering trees were all cut down and then carried away.
It was an open space in front of her.
Looking at the clouds in the sky, Guo Dong remained silent.
The white clouds came out from the lake, leaving a shadow in the green valley.
Jing Jiu walked out of the nunnery and halted his steps, lifting his head to look at the sky and the clouds.
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There was a nameless mountain somewhere, and there was a ruined temple on the mountain.
It was the late autumn, and everything was desolate. The mountain path was covered by wild grass, so no travelers passed by. But there were many people in the ruined temple that night.
Compared to the human world, the Cultivation circle had many rules.
Once the bonfire was lit in the ruined temple on the deserted mountain, the Cultivation practitioners would swarm over like moths.
Of course, safety was the prerequisite.
This place was not far from the Cloud-Dream Mountain, and it was near the edge of the Great Formation. As such, no devil men of the deviant sects dared to make trouble here.
A bonfire would bring warmth to people, psychologically. Moreover, they could exchange information here and help each other out.
It was like a restaurant or a brothel in the human world.
A lot of people sat by the bonfire in the ruined temple.
Most of them wore conical hats, as they didn't want others to know their identities.
The three bald heads in the crowd were even more eye-catching.
The three monks in simple clothing came from the Guocheng Temple. The crowd gave up the best spot for them.
"It's a rare night," someone said with a smile.
The number of Cultivation practitioners was small to begin with, and it was hard to meet a fellow Cultivation practitioner. Usually, no one would come to visit the temple even after the bonfire was lit for a whole night. It was rare to see so many people gathered here tonight.
It was because of the Dao Competition that was about to be held in the Zhongzhou School. Many Cultivation practitioners would come here to watch the fun, regardless of whether they were invited or not.
The people were talking about this important event, and they paid most attention to the Dao Competition that would decide the ownership of the Fairy Book.
They didn't even think about the Fairy Book of Longevity, but they were happy to talk about it, as if they could get a little bit of the fairy aura.
The names of many talented Cultivation practitioners were mentioned, and they kept coming back and forth in the bonfire.
"Xi Yiyun is really powerful …"
Someone said, "He is the personal disciple of Bu Qiuxiao, the Sect Master of Yimaozhai. He has studied hard for twenty years, and it's said that the treasure of the temple recognized him as its master, just like that King Ming."
"I heard that the one from the Platanus Sect is also quite good. Of course, it won't be the Young Sect Master De. She only cares about playing every day, and her Cultivation state improves too slowly. "
"Who will the Sword Sect of Aoyama send this time? Will it be Guo Nanshan or You Siluo? "
"You're really ill-informed. Haven't you heard that Zhao Layue will attend the competition?"
"You're so slow to get the news … You don't even know that Zhuo Rusui has defeated Zhao Layue."
"Who are you talking about? Zhuo Rusui? That little freak who has been in closed-door training since he joined the sect? "
A burst of exclamations broke out in the ruined temple, and the bonfire swayed restlessly.
The people were talking about this event excitedly.
There was a man wearing a conical hat, hiding in the shadow of a corner, not attracting much attention.
No matter what these Cultivation practitioners said, that man didn't respond. It was not until he heard that Zhao Layue had been defeated by Zhuo Rusui that his conical hat moved a little.
"At that time, Zhuo Rusui said that the branch of Tianguang Peak would experience the unique skills of Senior Granduncle Jingyang. Look at his arrogance; he didn't take Zhao Layue seriously at all."
The well-informed individual Cultivation practitioner said, "After he won, he became even more arrogant. He pointed at Zhao Layue's nose and said, 'You think you can inherit Senior Granduncle's legacy?'"
Someone sneered and said, "Keep making up stories. You're obviously ignorant. Zhao Layue is the Master of Shenmo Peak, and she's Zhuo Rusui's Senior Granduncle. No matter how arrogant he is, isn't he afraid of being killed by the Sword Justice for saying such things and doing such things?"
The individual Cultivation practitioner blushed and said, "I heard it from someone else. Even if the details are different … and even if he didn't point at Zhao Layue's nose … the meaning is almost the same."
Someone said, "It doesn't matter whether it's Zhuo Rusui or Zhao Layue. It's obvious that the winner of the Dao Competition has been decided internally."
"What do you mean, my friend?" Someone asked.
"You and I both know that the rule this time is that each sect can only send one person; but why didn't the Zhongzhou School abide by the rule? Neither Tong Yan nor Bai Zao is weaker than Zhuo Rusui and Zhao Layue. I heard that there's also a mysterious figure this time. If several of them fight against one, who do you think will win? "
That person shook his head and said, "If it's really decided internally, why didn't the Zhongzhou School keep the Fairy Book for its own use? Don't guess with the heart of a villain. The Zhongzhou School has its own reasons for becoming the leader of the orthodox sects. The Sword Sect of Aoyama is always a bit lacking, and they're never willing to deal with small sects like us. They're too arrogant. "
Thinking of the Aoyama Sect's usual behavior, the crowd couldn't help but nod one after another.
Someone said, "The Aoyama Sect has the right to be arrogant; it's because their strength is so strong."
"Now the Aoyama Sect has two Heavenly Arrival State cultivators and many swordsmen in the Broken Sea State. I'm afraid their strength is above that of the Zhongzhou School; but why can't they overpower them?"
"It's because the Zhongzhou School has the Fairy Master Bai."
"Doesn't the Aoyama Sect also have the Immortal Jingyang?"
"The Fairy Master Bai left the Fairy Book to protect the human world, but the Immortal Jingyang didn't leave anything."
That person looked around and said in a low voice, "I heard that he didn't leave anything, and he took away many treasures of the Aoyama Sect. I heard that many people in the nine peaks of Aoyama have a strong opinion about this; but the Immortal Jingyang didn't even care about what happened to the Aoyama Sect in those days, so he wouldn't think about leaving anything for Aoyama after his ascension. "
The three monks had been silent all this time.
One monk lowered his head, so his face couldn't be seen.
An old monk was resting with his eyes closed.
When the younger monk heard these words, his face became redder and redder, until he couldn't hold it in anymore and finally nudged the old monk.
The old monk opened his eyes, smiled at him, and said, "If you want to say it, then say it."
The young monk felt as if he was pardoned. He took a deep breath, looked at the cultivators, and shouted like thunder, "You bunch of idiots!"
Everyone was shocked, thinking, what's wrong with this great master of the Guocheng Temple?
The young monk stood up, looked at that person, and said, "You said that the Immortal Jingyang took away the treasures of the Aoyama Sect, but have you ever thought that those treasures originally belonged to the Immortal himself? You even said that the Immortal doesn't care about what happens to the Aoyama Sect, but have you ever thought that if anyone wants to deal with the Aoyama Sect, would they dare to not think about him? "
Hearing these words, the people first felt that it was ridiculous, but then they came to a realization. They could still refute the first half of the young monk's words, but the second half …
The two hundred years before the Immortal Jingyang Sect ascended could be said to be the most developed period in the history of Aoyama Sect, and they never encountered any real danger.
Why? It was because the Immortal Jingyang Sect was the person with the highest Cultivation state in Chaotian.
Though he stayed on the Shenmo Peak all year round and didn't pay attention to the affairs of the mortal world, he was still the person with the highest Cultivation state.
As long as he was there, nobody dared covet Aoyama Sect.
This was a simple principle, but the Cultivation practitioners in the world and many people in Aoyama had never figured it out.
Or, it was because they didn't want to think about it.
This fact was sentimental. … …
It grew quiet in the ruined temple.
Nobody noticed that the person with the conical hat had already left in a shadowy corner.
The person came to the wilderness and leaped onto the treetop. He moved his fingers slightly, and countless tree branches dropped down noiselessly, forming a platform.
He took out the bamboo chair and put it on the platform, took off the conical hat, and lay on it.
The wind was very strong that night, whistling loudly and blowing away the clouds. The stars were very bright.
The starlight shone on his face, which was still perfect and devoid of any emotion.
What the people in the ruined temple said had no effect on his mood.
The mountain wind grew stronger, and the tree branches swayed slightly. The platform wasn't in danger of being overturned, but the bamboo chair made a squeaking sound.
Jing Jiu thought he needed to repair it again. He wondered if Liu Shisui had planted bamboo in the Guocheng Temple; otherwise, he could send it to Jing Jiu for him to repair.
The night wind whistled, and the big trees swayed slightly. The stars and the wilderness in his eyes seemed to be moving, looking a bit dreamy.
If he wanted to depict this scene in a painting, he would need a good painter.
This scene reminded him of the monk in the ruined temple with his head lowered.
He Zhan was indeed here tonight.
Then, he looked at the distant Aoyama Sect.
The Fairy Book of Longevity was very attractive.
He had predicted that Zhuo Rusui would come out from behind closed doors, but he didn't expect that Zhao Layue would lose to him.
Back when they were on the Shenmo Peak, he had told her a few times that she couldn't lose.
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