The Grandmaster and the masters of the Platanus Sect all went to the small courtyard, trying to catch Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu was in the Star-picking Tower more than ten miles away at the moment.
Ada finally showed his talent as a cat. He hung upside down under the eaves and bit the obviously unusual bell to make sure it didn't make any sound.
The scene looked funny, but it was actually very dangerous. Apart from a guard in the Reaching Heaven State like Ada, no other cat could hold the Grandmaster's life bell in its mouth like a mouse.
There was a breeze in the Star-picking Tower. Jing Jiu passed through the building at a high speed like smoke, looking for the array pivot at an unimaginable speed.
Sect Leader Chen didn't know where the array pivot was, which was a secret only known by the Grandmaster. It was also because of this that she still controlled the Platanus Sect decades after her son's death.
After a long time, Jing Jiu stopped and looked at a flowerpot in front of the window.
The flowerpot was made of porcelain, with an extremely rare Three-night Epiphyllum in it.
Ada hung upside down under the eaves and bit the bell for a long time. His saliva kept dripping on his body. He couldn't stand it anymore. Seeing Jing Jiu staring at the Three-night Epiphyllum in a daze, he couldn't help but think, "How can you be so infatuated at such a time!"
He didn't know that Jing Jiu just felt that the flowerpot was a little strange.
Then he thought of the precious porcelain in Duke Lu's Mansion that was destined to be destroyed.
He pulled out the precious Three-night Epiphyllum from the flowerpot and threw it on the ground.
Seeing this scene, Liu Ada's mouth opened wide in shock. He almost spat out the bell, but he quickly swallowed it back down.
Thinking that the bell was covered with his saliva, his eyes were full of disgust.
Jing Jiu picked up the flowerpot and poured out all the soil in it. Then he held it up to the sunlight and looked at it, nodding with satisfaction.
Ada was even more surprised, wondering if the porcelain flowerpot was the array pivot.
Even if the porcelain flowerpot looked like an enlarged bell, it was not the same thing!
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Morning Lake rippled even though there was no wind, and the pine trees on the mountain rustled.
The Mountain Gate Tactical Formation was thus broken.
The wind chime formation on the small island was also broken.
The array pivot had been discovered and taken away.
The Platanus Sect would never think that this was funny.
The cultivators of various sects were not in the mood to care about the feelings of the Platanus Sect. They called for their friends and flew away from Morning Lake.
The pavilions and pavilions by the lake were full of flying and running figures. The Platanus Sect was in a mess, and it was about to usher in an internal strife.
Jing Jiu looked at the Zhai Xing Lou and said, "She really didn't kill you. It seems that she is not completely senile."
He Zhan asked, "Why are you sure that she won't kill me?"
The Grandmaster had never liked the Guocheng Temple, and she disliked He Zhan even more. Even though He Bumu and the cultivators of various sects were present during the day, if the Grandmaster insisted on killing him forcefully, the situation would still be very dangerous.
Jing Jiu said, "Yes."
It was also Jing Jiu who had predicted that He Zhan was in the Platanus Sect.
Two sect masters of the Platanus Sect were killed at almost the same time the day before. He Zhan was the one who killed one of them; but who was the other one?
The assassin had a peculiar movement, moving like a ghost and leaving no trace. Jing Jiu thought of He Zhan.
In the Royal Palace of Zhao Zhao, He Zhan learned a mysterious and peculiar skill from the old eunuch Hong.
The Cultivation state in the Illusionary Realm of the Green Sky Mirror was limited, but it didn't mean that the magic methods were of a low state. On the contrary, those magic methods could display their true power in Chaotian.
After returning to the real world, He Zhan's Cultivation state had improved very quickly, and his true fighting prowess was even stronger.
Jing Jiu calculated that there were about five promising young Cultivation practitioners. Besides He Zhan and Su Ziye, three and a half of them were in Aoyama, and the other half were in Yimaozhai. As long as they could all survive, the world of Aoyama would still be under the control of Aoyama two hundred years later.
He Zhan suddenly said, "I don't understand why the Grandmaster suddenly changed her attitude."
Jing Jiu said, "The Zhongzhou School must have made a promise."
He Zhan said, "But shouldn't the Grandmaster wait until the Cloud-Dream Mountain opens?"
Jing Jiu said, "The problem is that she won't be able to survive this year."
This was the information that the Curtain Rollers had learned about for a long time.
Knowing this information, it was easy to understand why the Grandmaster was so anxious that she didn't even take the Aoyama Sect seriously.
Since her time was approaching, what else in the world could scare her? … …
The dawn of the night was not quiet. The two groups of the Platanus Sect were confronting each other. There would be some minor conflicts once in a while, but they would soon die down. It was evident that the forces loyal to the Sect Master Chen were gradually gaining control of the situation.
"You guys go first. It's better for Aoyama not to show up directly."
He Zhan said, "We'll take care of the rest."
What he said was tantamount to regarding himself as a member of the Platanus Sect.
Jing Jiu thought that even though Sensei had only inherited one percent of her mother's power, she was still not someone a regular person could resist.
Even though He Zhan was not a regular person and was the disciple of the Guocheng Temple who experienced the mortal world, he would still fall into the mortal world.
Thinking of all this, Jing Jiu turned around and walked toward the deep part of the Eastern Mountain.
"Who the hell are you?"
He Zhan suddenly asked behind him.
Jing Jiu halted his steps.
Because of what had happened at the West Ocean, the whole Cultivation circle was trying to guess his true identity.
It had been going on for two years.
Many people knew that Jing Jiu was not there when the battle of the West Ocean began.
It wasn't until the sword light illuminated heaven and earth that he suddenly appeared on the skiff.
More importantly, when Zhuo Rusui gathered the true swordsmen of various peaks to form a formation to fight against Nan Qü … the Lone Sword showed up as well!
If the Great Grandmaster of the Foggy Island, Nan Qü, hadn't died that day, the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean was exiled, and Taiping Zhenren showed up and many other significant events had occurred, the appearance of the Lone Sword would have caused a great disturbance.
Even if nobody discussed it at the time, they would have all sorts of conjectures afterward.
The Lone Sword was the main sword of Liangwang Peak, and it had ascended with the Immortal Jingyang a long time ago. Why did it suddenly show up in the world?
Many people knew that the Lone Sword was in the hands of Liu Shisui.
The relationship between Liu Shisui and Jing Jiu was well known to all.
As such, all the suspicions were attributed to Jing Jiu.
Over the last two years, the Cultivation circle had many conjectures about the origin and identity of Jing Jiu.
The disciples of Aoyama had the same idea.
Looking at the back of Jing Jiu, He Zhan said, "I've been back to the nunnery. I heard that it was you who brought my aunt back."
Jing Jiu uttered "hmm".
"Who are you then?" He Zhan pressed.
The four of them and Bai Zao at the Baotong Zen Temple had vaguely guessed Guo Dong's identity back then.
He Zhan was even more certain of his judgment after he had spent more time with Shui Yue Nunnery.
It was Jing Jiu who had brought Guo Dong back after she was severely wounded. What was the relationship between the two of them then?
He Zhan asked after a moment of hesitation, "Are you really the illegitimate son of the Immortal Jingyang?"
This was the most popular conjecture in the Cultivation circle.
Jing Jiu turned around and uttered "hmm" while looking at him.
It was the second time.
He wasn't angry and wanted to ask He Zhan if he wanted to die; he was truly surprised that someone would have such a conjecture.
He Zhan said with a smile, "This is the most reliable conjecture no matter how I look at it."
"No," Jing Jiu said.
He Zhan asked confusedly, "What about the Lone Sword?"
Jing Jiu said, "I can only remind you that both Liu Shisui and Liu Ci have the same family name of Liu."
He Zhan uttered "ah" in surprise, as if he had understood something.
Jing Jiu turned around and left.
He Zhan didn't discuss the scheme set up by Tong Yan and Su Ziye at the West Ocean with him.
And Jing Jiu didn't mention the conversation he had with Bu Qiuxiao in Zhaoge City.
The affairs of the world were meaningless to begin with. It was not necessarily a good thing to find out the truth.
The Dongling Mountains stretched out endlessly, looking like the bonsai of heaven and earth. The scenery was quite beautiful.
Arriving under a pine tree on a peak, Jing Jiu turned around and looked in the direction he had come from.
Morning Lake had become a small mirror, and the lights on the Near-Star Building had become a tiny firefly.
Ada crawled out from Jing Jiu's sleeve and climbed up to the top of Jing Jiu's head, squatting there.
His line of sight fell on the distant Morning Lake, and his spiritual awareness moved slightly, "Aren't you afraid that something might happen if you leave like this?"
Jing Jiu uttered "hmm" in response.
Ada didn't quite understand.
"Even though we gave the formation pivot to the beauty Chen in secret, that Grandmaster must have some other magic treasures. If the two sides were to fight, many people would die."
Jing Jiu said, "Jing Shu will give up."
Ada opened his eyes wide.
"Jing Shu? Is this the name of that Grandmaster? Why are you so sure? "
Jing Jiu said, "I know what she wants."
Ada glanced at him, wondering how Jing Jiu knew her. When did he meet her? Why didn't he know her? Did Nan Wang know her?
Jing Jiu said, "When she was very young."
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The chaos by the Morning Lake gradually calmed down.
The Cultivators of the various sects had taken advantage of the chaos to leave.
The standoff between the two factions of the Platanus Sect had also ended.
The Near-Star Building was still brightly lit. In the darkness before dawn, it was like an enormous lantern, somewhat dazzling.
There were no other people in the Near-Star Building, only three women.
Sensei knelt in front of the bed and did not speak.
Her eyes were slightly red. She had probably been crying, but she was very calm now, even a bit cold.
Miss Chen sat in a wheelchair with a blanket over her. Her legs that were broken at the knees could not be seen.
Despite such a tragedy, her expression was still gentle, and there was no hatred in her eyes.
She looked at the Grandmaster on the bed and softly asked, "Mother, how have you been these days?"
"Of course not. I have always liked to leave some leeway when doing things, but now it seems I was wrong. "
The Grandmaster looked at Sensei and said, "You too. Women tend to leave their homes."
Sensei was not convinced and said, "Aren't you the same? You were not born with the surname De. "
The Grandmaster said, "Yes, ever since I married here from the Mirror Sect, I have never thought about my family. I am like this, and you will be like this. How can I not worry?"
Sect Leader Chen softly asked, "If that is the case, mother, why are you still worried about me as your daughter-in-law?"
The Grandmaster looked at her expressionlessly and said, "No matter how bad you are, you have always treated my son well, so I have always tolerated you. But now that he is dead, with your personality, you will definitely remarry, right?"
Sect Leader Chen smiled and said, "Your daughter-in-law has some achievements in cultivation. Maybe I still have a few hundred years to live. If there is no one to accompany me, how can I live? Regardless of whether I will remarry or not, I will have to find a companion. "
The Grandmaster stared into her eyes and said, "Then after a few hundred years, will the Platanus Sect still have the surname De? How can I keep you? "
Sect Leader Chen comforted her, "Don't you still have Sensei? You don't have to worry about these small matters. "
The Grandmaster glanced at her coldly and turned to Sensei, saying, "Let's talk about you. I originally wanted to find a son-in-law for you, but you refused and insisted on marrying a monk. Can a monk renounce asceticism? Can he marry into the family? "
Sensei pouted and did not speak.
Sect Leader Chen persuaded, "It is late. Mother, you should have a good rest."
The so-called rest was not as simple as sleeping for a night. From now on, the Grandmaster could only live in this building. Sect Leader Chen's meaning was clear. Although the Grandmaster wanted to kill us, we will not kill you. You can just wait for your death in this building. Anyway, it shouldn't take too long.
What was strange was that the Grandmaster did not do anything until the end.
She was old and weak, but in the Platanus Sect, she was still the person with the highest realm and the deepest cultivation.
If she really chose to fight with all her strength, it was hard to say what would happen in the end.
Sensei pushed the wheelchair out of the building.
The Grandmaster suddenly said, "How are you going to deal with the opening of the Zhongzhou School?"
Sect Leader Chen said, "If you are not dead by that day, I will naturally ask you to die. You don't have to think about this."
The Grandmaster said in a low voice, "Do you think the Zhongzhou School will give up just like that?"
Sect Leader Chen smiled and said, "With Young Master Jing Jiu's help, I won't be afraid."
The Grandmaster could no longer maintain her calm and indifferent look. She propped herself up from the bed and started cursing.
"You are a vixen who deserves to be cut into pieces! I should have torn you apart back then! "
(End of this chapter)
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