The feeling grew stronger and stronger, striking at his Dao Heart and making him feel very uncomfortable.
Jing Jiu knew that it was not because of the family names of Liu Shisui and Yuan Qu, but because the Snow Girl was in Aoyama.
After some thought, Jing Jiu took out Cold Cicada and tossed it to the cat, saying, "Ada, you wear it first."
Cold Cicada landed on the head of the white cat.
No matter how high the position was, it would be able to get used to it after a long time, so it was not afraid of it. Thinking of the Snow Girl, Cold Cicada felt more satisfied.
The white cat reached out his right paw and moved Cold Cicada to a more suitable position, feeling satisfied. He meowed at Jing Jiu to express his gratitude.
Jing Jiu was also satisfied, thinking that the Snow Girl would follow the scent of Cold Cicada to Shenmo Peak after she came out from behind closed doors. Ada would be able to defend himself then, and those three would be too embarrassed to let Ada suffer a mishap.
Ping Yong-Ka came close to Gu Qing and asked in a low voice, "Big Brother, what is the background of this cat? Why does its name sound a bit strange? "
Before Gu Qing could explain, Jing Jiu asked Ping Yong-Ka, "What sword style do you want to learn?"
Ping Yong-Ka was taken aback, thinking that since he was a disciple of Shenmo Peak, he should learn the Regretless Sword Style of the Great Master Jingyang; what other sword styles could he learn?
Thinking of his own experience, Gu Qing said with a smile, "You can choose any of the sword styles of the nine peaks of Aoyama."
Ping Yong-Ka was stunned speechless, wondering how it could be arranged this way.
Gu Qing asked Jing Jiu, "My Young Brother doesn't have a sword yet. Master, what's your plan?"
It was then that a singing voice suddenly broke out on Qingrong Peak.
Ping Yong-Ka looked in that direction curiously.
Jing Jiu shot him a glance and said, "Learn the Endless Sword style of Qingrong Peak then. We'll talk about it later."
Ping Yong-Ka was taken aback again, but he felt innocent, thinking that he had merely taken a glance at the peak. "Master," he said, "Qingrong Peak is full of big sisters; it's so weird …"
Jing Jiu ignored him and walked back into the cave. Not long after, he came out again with a thin sword manual in his hand.
Ping Yong-Ka did not know whether he should be happy or sad. He took over the sword book in confusion. Before he could say anything, he was dragged into the Taoist temple by Gu Qing and Yuan Qu.
"Are you stupid? During the Dao Seeking Meeting in Cloud-Dream Mountain, Martial Uncle attended it as a disciple of Shui Yue Nunnery. What's so strange about that? "
Yuan Qu looked at him and said angrily, thinking that if it was Junior Martial Sister Yushan, she would be so happy, unlike you who was so picky.
Gu Qing smiled but said nothing.
He cooperated with Yuan Qu in dragging Ping Yong-Ka into the Taoist temple, not because he was afraid that his Master would be angry, but because he knew that the two masters wanted to speak.
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The bamboo chair was at the edge of the cliff, facing the sea of clouds.
Jing Jiu sat behind Zhao Layue, combing her hair.
Thinking of the sword manual, Zhao Layue said, "You have a good memory."
Jing Jiu said, "I can still remember most of the powerful sword arts, but I have almost forgotten the introductory cultivation methods."
He had discovered this problem when he came out from the mountain stream. The memory he had retained had nothing to do with the length of time. It was more like he had made a deliberate choice. He could remember most of the important things, so the things he could not remember should be trivial.
Zhao Layue said, "I haven't seen you accumulating sand for a long time."
"I've been busy," said Jing Jiu.
He was getting busier and busier. It was hard for him to find time to rest after Cultivation, not to mention to kill time by accumulating sand.
Counting carefully, he had spent so little time in Aoyama that it was hard to imagine in the past.
Zhao Layue knew that he didn't like it, so she glanced at him sympathetically.
Jing Jiu said, "Sometimes I feel like I'm paying off a debt."
Zhao Layue asked after some thought, "Is this the cause and effect?"
Looking at the flowing sea of clouds outside the cliff, Jing Jiu said after some thought, "I don't owe this world anything."
Zhao Layue said, "The green grass on the hillside doesn't owe that horse."
Jing Jiu nodded, saying, "So I have to go to Zhaoge City next."
"I'll go with you," said Zhao Layue.
Jing Jiu said, "Let Gu Qing go with you this time. He is familiar with the affairs in Zhaoge City."
Zhao Layue said, "The situation in the snowland is calming down, and this year's Plum Meeting will be held as usual. Zhuo Rusui should be in Zhaoge City."
Jing Jiu said, "The event this time has something to do with the snowland."
He intended to tell Zhao Layue about the Snow Girl, so that she could be prepared if something unexpected happened in the future.
It was then that the white cat suddenly ran out from the manor cave. He was in a hurry, the bell on his neck ringing incessantly.
Zhao Layue's expression changed a bit, wondering what had happened.
The white cat put Cold Cicada on the ground, motioning for Jing Jiu to take a look at it.
Cold Cicada's entire body was stiff, a dozen of its thin white limbs trembling; it seemed that it couldn't hold on any longer.
Jing Jiu reached out his hand to grab it, and found it was fine, but it was scared out of its wits.
The mosquito controlled by Cold Cicada was dead.
It died in that room in the Sword Jail.
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Jing Jiu came to Shanghai Peak in the twilight. It was already late at night in the Sword Jail, just like any other time.
He walked through the gloomy and gloomy passageway, making no sound until he came to the hall illuminated by the lanterns. He looked at the narrower passageway on the right.
The sword wills of the Formation of Sealing All by Ice were hidden in the stone walls on both sides, leaving no trace behind.
His line of sight passed through the seemingly empty air, and landed on the cell at the end of the passageway.
All of a sudden, a great deal of ice and snow gushed out from the crack of the cell door.
More and more of the ice and snow gushed out at a faster and faster pace, until the ice and snow turned into a rushing river, heading toward Jing Jiu with an unimaginably cold and dreadful energy.
Jing Jiu looked at the scene in front of him in Silence, neither dodging nor feeling startled.
The ice and snow gushing out from the cell arrived in front of Jing Jiu almost instantly, and was on the verge of drowning him.
It was then that Jing Jiu closed his eyes, and then opened them again.
The ice and snow had disappeared.
In front of his eyes was the same gloomy and gloomy passageway.
It was the same lonely cell.
To imprison someone like the Snow Girl, Jing Jiu had learned his lesson from his Big Brother's mistake, so he was more cautious this time. He had prepared a backup plan in advance.
The mosquito in the Fiend Prison was left behind by Jing Jiu to keep an eye on the Snow Girl. He didn't expect that it would be discovered by the Snow Girl so soon and then killed by her.
It was the same as the illusion he had seen earlier. Was the Snow Girl demonstrating her powerful Cultivation state, or was she expressing her anger?
Jing Jiu looked at the cell in Silence, not uttering a single word for a long time.
No sound could be heard in the cell either. It was as quiet as a graveyard.
A gust of wind suddenly occurred in the grand hall, rolling up the dust.
It was unclear whether the wind came from the other side of the well or the other side of the hermit peaks.
"I'm going on a long journey."
Jing Jiu said while looking at the cell through the long passageway, "If you have anything to say, say it now."
A faint moaning sound came out from the cell.
After a moment of silence, Jing Jiu said, "Okay."
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A bamboo chair appeared in the cell.
The bamboo chair was a bit old, and the surface and the armrests of the chair were very smooth. It was a bit unstable since it hadn't been repaired for many years.
The scenes projected by the magic treasures on the walls of the cell had changed. They had changed from the blue sky, white clouds, and green water of Aoyama to a vast land and a world sealed in ice.
In the distance of that world, a lonely and tall icy peak was vaguely visible.
The Snow Girl was wrapped in a quilt, squatting on the bamboo chair. She looked at the icy peak in satisfaction.
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The snowline didn't move southward this year, and the cold wind in the snowland wasn't as chilly as it had been a few years ago. Zhaoge City welcomed a normal spring.
The green trees in the Zen Temple were of different shades, looking like a new teapot. The fog rose and fell along with the terrain, looking like the white smoke on a teacup.
The spring scene at the Net-Perception Temple was indeed beautiful.
A grand hall could be vaguely seen in the fog.
Jing Jiu walked out of the grand hall and came to the foggy forest. The spring scene looked even better now.
The Net-Perception Temple was the royal Zen Temple. Jing Jiu had just finished talking with the Emperor.
He told the Emperor about the Snow Girl being imprisoned in Aoyama, and learned something about the recent situation in Zhaoge City.
He didn't want to pay any attention to these mortal affairs, but he had to listen to the Emperor since he was going to meet him.
It was the same as when he didn't want to meet Yuan Qijing, but sometimes he had no choice but to meet him.
Jing Xin had kept a low profile in the last few years, seldom leaving the manor. He had been studying and studying under the guidance of the teachers at Zhongzhou School and Yimaozhai every day, both openly and secretly.
The situation in Zhaoge City was peaceful, but it wasn't good.
Back then, some officials, like Governor Li of Dayuan City, had submitted a petition requesting Jing Yao to be the Crown Prince; but these officials had almost disappeared.
The Emperor had to rely on the officials in the imperial court to govern the world.
Most of the officials and generals of the Jing imperial court had studied at Zhongzhou School, or had studied at Yimaozhai.
In comparison to Zhongzhou School and Yimaozhai, the Aoyama Sect didn't have much influence in Zhaoge City.
Back when Gu Qing entered the imperial palace and became the teacher of Jing Yao, the whole world was shocked. Everybody thought that the Aoyama Sect intended to change the system of the Plum Meeting and extend its influence to the north.
The Zhongzhou School reacted strongly. They sent an important figure like Yue Qianmen to protect Prince Jing Xin. It wasn't until now that Xiang Wanshu and a few immortal masters of the Zhongzhou School were still guarding the Prince Jing Xin's manor house. The Zhongzhou School was especially furious after the incident at the Fiend Prison and the commander of the Pure Heaven Bureau changed his stance.
Under the circumstances, it was almost impossible to depose Jing Xin and appoint Jing Yao as the Crown Prince.
It was not a good thing that Zhaoge City was peaceful at the moment.
Jing Jiu walked to the edge of the pond and looked at the newly sprouted lotus leaves on the surface of the water, remaining silent for a long time.
If the royal family of the Jing family wished to have a prosperous future, they had to pay attention to the opinions of the Zhongzhou School and Yimaozhai, unless the royal family of the Jing family and the Aoyama Sect had the power to suppress all the opposing opinions.
His disciple Gu Qing was the teacher of Jing Yao, and his nephew Jing Li was Jing Yao's study companion. In anyone's eyes, Jing Jiu was the key figure for Aoyama to go north. So many things had happened, especially after the Unicorn of the Guocheng Temple fled in defeat. The Zhongzhou School must have suspected the relationship between Jing Jiu and the Emperor, and the incident at the Fiend Prison and the death of the Old Dragon …
Even if they didn't have any evidence, the Zhongzhou School would kill Jing Jiu in secret if they had the chance. However, the Zhongzhou School had no idea that, according to the style of the Aoyama Sect, if Jing Jiu died, the Aoyama Sect would retaliate crazily, regardless of whether they had the evidence or the chance.
It seemed that the war between the two leading sects in the Cultivation world was unavoidable.
It was truly troublesome.
Looking at the swaying lotus branches in the wind, Jing Jiu was calculating the outcome of the war in silence.
Two in the Heavenly Arrival State against two in the Heavenly Arrival State; it was a mutual catastrophe. Yuan Qijing broke through the state a bit later, but he was so cunning that he must have some tricks up his sleeve.
The Unicorn's true body was also in the upper state of the Heavenly Arrival State; the Devil Rooster didn't know when to retreat when he went crazy; and Ada was not as cowardly as Jing Jiu. All Jing Jiu could do was count on the Dead Dog.
There were a few more valley masters on the Cloud-Dream Mountain than the peak masters of Aoyama; but Little Fourth had concealed his true power for so many years, so he should be able to kill two or three of them if he suddenly erupted.
However, most of the people in the hermit peaks of Aoyama were dead, but it was different on the back mountain of the Cloud-Dream Mountain.
After Bai Ren ascended and became a fairy lady, the Zhongzhou School didn't have any internal strife. It was highly likely that some elders of the previous generation were still alive there.
Like the carp in the river of lava at the bottom of the Gathered-Soul Valley, who could have thought that the Zhongzhou School had a divine animal hidden in such a desolate place?
After a simple calculation, Jing Jiu found it even more troublesome.
If the Aoyama Sect and the Zhongzhou School started a war, it was no exaggeration to say that half of Chaotian would be destroyed, no matter who won in the end.
How did things end up like this?
Jing Jiu had no idea.
He entered the Fiend Prison in the beginning because he wanted to learn something from the King Of The Underworld, so he didn't intend to disturb the Old Dragon.
Later, he found out that it was because Bulao Lin sent a letter to the Fiend Prison through the Palace of Prince Jing Xin.
Bulao Lin was his Big Brother's.
The answer was revealed.
He had been winning over the years, whether it was in the battle of the snowland or in the turmoil of the Guocheng Temple.
Yet, those were merely minor victories.
What his Big Brother pursued was the overall situation.
As long as Chaotian was in turmoil and the people were killed, it would be his victory.
"Do you feel sad as well?"
The voice of a woman rang out behind Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu didn't turn around, saying, "I'm not sad. I just don't understand why the Cultivation practitioners don't concentrate on their Cultivation, but have so many thoughts."
He couldn't figure it out in his previous life, and he still couldn't figure it out in this life.
If the thoughts came from the sense of responsibility to lead his own race forward, where did the sense of responsibility come from?
If the sense of responsibility came from the despair of the old world, shouldn't one lead the army of the Underworld to attack the human world?
If the reason for all this was love, wasn't it just a boring story that could only be told in the operas?
The woman sat down by Jing Jiu and hugged her knees. Looking at the lotus branches in the pond, she sniffled a few times and wiped off the tears rolling down from her eyes. "There is nothing wrong in the world," she said bitterly. "It's the mediocre people who worry about nothing. Maybe it's because we are all mediocre people."
Jing Jiu turned his head to look at her and said earnestly, "I'm not, and neither is he."
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