The atmosphere in the Manor of Prime Minister was also tense, except for Zhuo Rusui.
He was sleepy, as usual.
Prime Minister Qin had a terrible look on his face, and Bai Qianjun was expressionless.
Xi Yiyun sat in silence, still not believing that Jing Jiu could persuade his Master to change his mind.
Gu Qing suddenly thought of a possibility, his face turning pale and his right hand trembling, wondering if there would be a problem.
No, Bu Qiuxiao was not that kind of person.
He could only hope so.
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In the old plum garden.
Glancing at Bu Qiuxiao's slightly trembling right hand, Jing Jiu said, "Don't try to kill yourself, or I'll tell the whole world about it."
Bu Qiuxiao stared into Jing Jiu's eyes and asked, "Why not kill yourself?"
"Because you don't know if I've told anyone about it, so it's not safe to kill me."
Jing Jiu said, "And in my opinion, the scholars in Yimaozhai have become pedantic in their studies, so I don't think they'd do such a thing."
Bu Qiuxiao said after a long moment of silence, "Yes."
Having said that, he took a deep breath.
The wind on the lake blew, swaying the treetops.
His eyes regained their calmness and clarity, saying, "So I've never thought of killing Junior Master Yan."
"Then why did he run away?" Jing Jiu asked.
"He didn't know what I was thinking, so he thought I would kill him. But on the other hand, he still thought I wasn't that kind of person. Maybe because of this, he didn't tell anyone the secret until the end of his life."
Bu Qiuxiao gazed at the lake through the woods, saying sentimentally, "Because of the same trust, I've always regarded him as a disciple of the house. His life lamp has always been in the house, but it has become a memorial tablet now."
Scholar Yan's life lamp had always been in Yimaozhai. That was why Bu Qiuxiao found it in such a short time after he was killed by Xiwang Sun and rushed over.
Jing Jiu shook his head and said, "They're all too stubborn."
Bu Qiuxiao said, "He just couldn't accept what had happened to me."
Jing Jiu said, "It's hard for most people to accept it, not to mention him, who has become pedantic from studying."
Bu Qiuxiao withdrew his gaze and said to him seriously, "This story is different from what you think."
Jing Jiu said, "Of course. You were still young then, the future master of the house, but she was already the Supreme Elder of Shui Yue Nunnery. How could you …"
Bu Qiuxiao's eyes suddenly turned cold.
Jing Jiu stopped talking.
Bu Qiuxiao suppressed the complicated emotions in his mind and asked, "Tell me, what do you want?"
Jing Jiu said, "You have to agree and push forward the marriage between Li 'er and Cen Shi. As for the matter of the throne, Yimaozhai will remain neutral."
After a moment of silence, Bu Qiuxiao said, "In fact, I really want to know what you will do if I don't agree."
Regarding that incident, Jing Jiu only had a guess. He did not have any proof.
Even if he had proof, would the past events have any fatal influence on an important figure like the Master of Yimaozhai?
"I can ask the Curtain Rollers to spread the news, but it will take too long. I will go to Shui Yue Nunnery directly."
Jing Jiu said, "If Shui Yue Nunnery knows that the person is you, what will happen when she wakes up? How many people in Yimaozhai will survive? "
Bu Qiuxiao fell silent again and said, "She swore to serve the Great Dao, but she was forced to violate the precepts. I was willing to take the responsibility, but she was not. Later on, there was a problem. I don't think I'm wrong, but I also know that I can't get away with it. But I don't understand why she did it. "
Jing Jiu asked, "Her choice or concession?"
"It's the word 'love'."
Bu Qiuxiao said, "Back then, I only knew how to read books, but I didn't know the meaning of this word. After this incident, I read many more books and understood many things, but I still don't understand it."
Jing Jiu thought of what Zhao Layue had said.
The horse eats grass on the hillside, and the grass doesn't owe it anything.
He said, "Maybe it's the cause and effect of the previous life. She owes you too much, or you owe her too much."
Bu Qiuxiao raised his hand to indicate that he didn't want to discuss this matter anymore, and said, "How can I trust you?"
Jing Jiu said, "When has Aoyama ever broken its promise?"
"I've met Guo Nanshan, Gu Han, and the other young people many times. I can trust them, but not you, because you're not an ordinary disciple of Aoyama."
Bu Qiuxiao said, "And I have to make sure whether this is your idea or Aoyama's."
Jing Jiu said, "My idea is Aoyama's idea. You should have thought it through when you came to see me."
Bu Qiuxiao said, "I came because of the seal on the letter."
A story didn't need any evidence, and one could fabricate it to one's heart's content, and then change the direction and the ending according to the audience's reaction; but this kind of thing needed evidence.
Jing Jiu took out a small green bamboo board, on which a rooster was carved.
This was the life board of the Demonic Phoenix, which he used as the command board of Shenmo Peak back then. The reason was that Shenmo Peak was ranked the last among the nine peaks.
The Demonic Phoenix was dissatisfied with this reason, because in its eyes, its "youngest" meant the first, not the smallest.
Nevertheless, this small bamboo board had become a sacred object of Aoyama.
The presence of the bamboo board was like the arrival of the Immortal Jingyang.
The reason Bu Qiuxiao agreed to meet Jing Jiu that day was because he saw this seal on the letter.
Looking at the small green bamboo board, Bu Qiuxiao felt sentimental, like all the Cultivation practitioners in Chaotian.
In the end, he accepted Jing Jiu's suggestion, but he had one request: "Give the Pen of the Guard-City Pen back to us."
Jing Jiu said, "Liu Shisui is a disciple of your Yimaozhai now. Giving the Pen of the Guard-City Pen to him is no different than giving it back to Yimaozhai."
Bu Qiuxiao couldn't help but remark, "If the Immortal Jingyang knew that Aoyama has become like this, I wonder what he would think."
Jing Jiu said, "Believe me, he would be surprised by the change, but he would like it."
Looking at Jing Jiu's face, Bu Qiuxiao remarked, "It's really inappropriate for such a beautiful woman to say such a shameless thing."
"Liu Shisui's temperament is suitable for using the Pen of the Guard-City Pen."
Jing Jiu brought up the matter again, saying, "He is your disciple now, so it's not a big deal to give it to him. We can't let He Zhan get all the benefits. "
In the last few decades, He Zhan and Wang Xiaoming were the luckiest people in the Cultivation world.
He Zhan's endless luck couldn't be completely arranged by Shui Yue Nunnery.
Guo Dong should still be in the cocoon at the time.
Jing Jiu continued, "You have to be responsible for curing Shisui's illness. This is what you promised the Sect Master and Zen Master."
Bu Qiuxiao remarked in a mocking tone, "Are you going to use this matter to threaten me all the time?"
"The name of He Zhan should have been given by the nunnery, but it happened to be given to you."
Jing Jiu said calmly, "The House Master is someone who will become a Saint; there's no need to be involved in the cause and effect."
What the scholars of Yimaozhai cultivated was the orthodox Cultivation path, and what they pursued was the peace of all ages, as well as becoming a Saint while they were still alive.
All roads lead to the same goal. This was the same principle as the ascension of the Daoists.
Bu Qiuxiao demanded while staring into Jing Jiu's eyes, "What are you trying to say?"
Jing Jiu said, "You have promised so many things today, so I'll give you one thing in return."
"Please," said Bu Qiuxiao.
"The Saint is nameless," said Jing Jiu.
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Xi Yiyun opened his eyes and reached out his hand to pick up the paper crane flying in from outside the window. He used the amulet magic to untie it. Seeing a few lines of words on the paper, his expression changed slightly. After a long moment of silence, he handed the paper to Prime Minister Qin by his side. Having read the contents of the paper, Prime Minister Qin lifted his head and glanced at Gu Qing with a complicated expression.
Gu Qing felt relieved. He stood up and cupped his hands to Prime Minister Qin.
Prime Minister Qin nodded expressionlessly in response.
Gu Qing pushed open the door and walked out. Seeing Jing Shang and Jing Li standing under the tree, he flashed a faint smile. Jing Shang was still bewildered, but Jing Li had already come back to his senses. He clenched his fists excitedly and waved them twice. Looking at the sky outside the manor of prime minister, he thought that his young uncle was truly outstanding.
It didn't take long before the silvery laughter rang out in the backyard of the manor of prime minister.
The maidservants and servant girls in the manor of prime minister felt relieved, thinking that the seventh mistress could finally get married, to say nothing of those relatives who had complicated relationships with the Cloud-Dream Mountain.
Leaning on the windowsill, Cen Shi looked at the sky outside the manor of prime minister, her face full of delight, thinking that the two cups of tea she had poured for her uncle were truly worth it.
The good news spread in Zhaoge City. The Palace of Prince Jing Xin was the first to receive the news.
Both the prince and the immortal masters of the Zhongzhou School had a terrible look on their faces.
Yet, the Royal Palace was filled with a jubilant atmosphere. Jing Yao felt happy because his brother Jing Li had finally brought home a beautiful woman, and Royal Concubine Hu felt happy because of Jing Yao.
She had selected many things to send to the Jing House, treating them as if she were marrying a daughter-in-law.
Regardless of whether they were happy or angry, the marriage between the Manor of Prime Minister and the Jing family had shocked everybody.
Yet, nobody knew how Jing Jiu had convinced Bu Qiuxiao.
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The scholars of Yimaozhai paid too much attention to their reputations, both when they were alive and when they were dead. In Jing Jiu's eyes, this was the biggest problem.
The path toward heaven didn't bother with trifles. After he figured this out, he had no more obstacles ahead of him, which was why he said "the Nameless Saint" that day.
The Nameless Saint could be understood literally or in a deeper sense; but either way, it would be helpful for Bu Qiuxiao.
Again, Jing Jiu had a good impression of Bu Qiuxiao, though Bu Qiuxiao had obviously concealed many facts from him during the conversation in the old plum garden.
He Zhan's biological father was probably not him.
But that person was more important than his own life and reputation.
Even though he was several hundred years older than Jing Jiu, it was not a big deal for Jing Jiu to break the Body-Cleansing Ring.
After Lian Sanyue appeared, Shui Yue Nunnery had changed a long time ago; there was nothing he couldn't tolerate.
It was probably because of He Zhan's biological father, and Bu Qiuxiao was the scapegoat for that person.
The former house master of Yimaozhai was a man of virtue and prestige, and he loved his wife very much. He had written a poem about her, "Crossing the River", which had been passed down for hundreds of years until now.
If the person who had an affair with the great grandmaster Shui Yue Nunnery was this former house master, everything could be explained.
Bu Qiuxiao had been cleaning up his Master's mess when he was away from Yimaozhai.
It was reasonable for him to take care of He Zhan in secret after the death of the former house master.
Yet, the Scholar Yan had misunderstood everything.
Bu Qiuxiao couldn't defend himself.
Yet, he couldn't be sure of his speculation, because Bu Qiuxiao would never admit to anything, and He Zhan's parents had died decades ago.
Thinking of this possibility, Jing Jiu had a better impression of Bu Qiuxiao.
As a disciple, it was his duty to take care of these matters for his Master. Could he be considered a nameless hero?
There was an Immortal Abode by the White-Horse Lake; it was famous for its banquets. As long as one was paid enough, the hotpot could be cooked in an exquisite manner.
Jing Jiu walked into the private room, and his line of sight fell on Gu Qing's face through the mist. "You've worked hard over the last few years," he said satisfactorily. "Have some wine tonight."
Gu Qing was flattered, and didn't know what to say.
Then, he saw Liu Shisui, thinking that he was a troublemaker. "You need to prepare for the Cultivation tournament, so don't drink," said Jing Jiu.
Liu Shisui agreed obediently.
Zhuo Rusui said with a smile, "We are all Cultivation practitioners, so it's no big deal for me to drink some wine."
Jing Jiu shot him a glance, wondering why he came to the Shenmo Peak to freeload when he was a nobody.
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