In the following days, two more people visited the Zhao Garden.
Like Yimaozhai, they guessed that Jing Jiu had a say in this matter, or at least knew something about it.
The Guocheng Temple had broken off contact with Aoyama because of the anger of the Zen Master. As such, it was the Chief Monk of the Net-Perception Temple who came.
Jing Jiu thought it was unnecessary to take off his clothes and stand in the rain. Everybody knew that the Chief Monk and the Incense Monk of the Net-Perception Temple came from Moqiu.
Before the Chief Monk could say anything, Jing Jiu said, "It's not Fu Wang."
The Chief Monk of the Net-Perception Temple left in disappointment.
The messenger of the Windy-Broadsword Church who came last showed a respectful attitude toward Jing Jiu; he must have been instructed by the Broadsword King.
It seemed that Cao Yuan had discovered the truth of that sword.
"It's not Fang Jingtian," Jing Jiu said as he thought of this.
The messenger of the Windy-Broadsword Church left contentedly.
The autumn passed quickly. Zhaoge City had just entered the twelfth month when it was snowing.
Winter had arrived, but would spring be far behind?
This was a sentimental statement.
As Jing Jiu thought of this in the wind and snow, he sat on his sword and led Gu Qing back to Aoyama.
It was snowing in Zhaoge City, as well as in the south.
The nine peaks of Aoyama were as quiet as when he left, and so was Shenmo Peak.
Nan Wang would ask Liu Ci to open a passage in the Great Formation of Aoyama to let the first snow in.
She was still behind closed doors this year, and Liu Ci was not around, so the snow didn't fall.
Sitting by the cliff's edge, Jing Jiu stepped on the ocean of clouds, looking at the distance, reflecting on something.
The white cat crouched by his side, looking quite obedient.
Cold Cicada crouched by his side, looking even more obedient.
Standing behind Jing Jiu, Gu Qing suddenly asked while looking at the green peaks, "Is it going to rain?"
It was a windy and snowy day outside, but he asked about the rain.
This was the rain that the whole of Chaotian was concerned about the most, and many people were looking forward to it.
Jing Jiu grunted softly.
Gu Qing remained silent.
He was present when Jing Jiu rejected those two names in the Zhao Garden.
If even Martial Uncle Fang Jingtian could not become the next Sect Leader, then who could it be?
Jing Jiu asked, "What do you think?"
Gu Qing recalled many years ago.
That day was also a snowy day. Jing Jiu had said something to him on the edge of the cliff.
— — You're the one who's going to be the sect leader.
Thinking of this, no matter how calm Gu Qing's temperament was, he couldn't help but laugh.
It was not a maniacal laughter, but an absurd, bitter laugh.
How could he be the Sect Leader?
If this really happened, he would jump into the sea of clouds at the bottom of the cliff for peace and tranquility before the Martial Uncles and Martial Uncles in the peaks did anything.
"If Martial Uncle Yuan inherits the position of Sect Master, it will indeed be the best thing for us."
Gu Qing thought his Master had the same idea, and he thought it was the best choice.
The relationship between Shenmo Peak, Tianguang Peak and Liangwang Peak had always been bad. For instance, Bai Rujing, Jian Ruyun and his elder brother Gu Han; Zhuo Rusui was an exception.
If Yuan Qijing became the sect leader, the branch of Tianguang Peak would be suppressed, and he wouldn't have the energy to deal with the affairs of Shenmo Peak.
Most importantly, Yuan Qijing could continue to suppress Fang Jingtian.
During the Battle of the Cloud Platform, all the swordsmen of Aoyama came out. Fang Jingtian stood in the Empty Realm and looked at Shenmo Peak, as if they were facing a formidable foe.
Gu Qing would never forget that scene.
Jing Jiu ended Gu Qing's reasoning and beautiful imagination of the future with one sentence.
"Yuan Qijing isn't willing."
It was probably because Tianguang Peak and Shanghai Peak had been fighting for so many years that Yuan Qijing didn't want any internal strife in Aoyama for the sake of the big picture. Or it could be some other reasons.
All in all, he wasn't willing.
Gu Qing was taken aback. After a while, he said, "Then it can only be Guangyuan Zhenren. He has a high Cultivation state and can convince the masses. I'm just worried that it might cause some other problems."
He was referring to the time when Guangyuan Zhenren stopped Bu Qiuxiao at the West Ocean and let Taiping Zhenren escape.
Jing Jiu didn't pay attention to what Gu Qing had said. "To convince the masses," he murmured.
Looking at the charming Aoyama, Jing Jiu stroked his own face and made up his mind.
He closed his eyes and began to cultivate by meditation.
Ada glanced at Jing Jiu, thinking that he should treat him with more respect in the future.
As such, Ada didn't jump onto Jing Jiu's head.
Cold Cicada didn't know what had happened. It held the Cold Chalcedony and gnawed on it twice, and then fell backward. It closed its eyes and raised its four armored limbs, starting to absorb the energy of heaven and earth.
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Day and night passed by, the lights and shadows changed, and the seasons changed. It was late spring in the outside world, and Aoyama had gradually woken up.
Guangyuan Zhenren came out from behind closed doors, Fu Wang, Nan Wang … More and more people came out from behind closed doors. It was unknown whether it was because they sensed it or for some other reason.
More and more people woke up, but no noise could be heard in Aoyama. It was exceedingly quiet.
Jing Jiu opened his eyes and looked at the horizon on the other side of the ocean of clouds.
Zhao Layue, Yuan Qu, Ping Yong-Ka and Cold Cicada had all woken up, standing behind Gu Qing, waiting for him.
Jing Jiu got up and said, "Let's go."
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Tianguang Peak was the highest peak.
The sunlight on the peak top was still strong that day, but it was somewhat dimmed by the sword lights that had arrived one after another.
By the time Jing Jiu and the others arrived on the peak top, the people of the other peaks had already arrived.
They were the Sword Justice Yuan Qijing, the Yunxing Peak Master Fu Wang, the Qingrong Peak Master Nan Wang, the Shiyue Peak Master Guangyuan Zhenren, the Bihu Peak Master Chen Youtian, and the Shenmo Peak Master Zhao Layue.
Liangwang Peak hadn't had a peak master in the last few years. It was because all the important figures of Aoyama were here, except for the Master of Xilai Peak, Fang Jingtian, who was behind closed doors in the hermit peaks.
Of course, that person was not here.
This was the first time that the Aoyama Sect had gathered so many people. In the past, even when the Aoyama Sect held a meeting, they usually discussed it with swords; it was rare for them to come in person.
Gu Qing led Yuan Qu and Ping Yong-Ka to the foot of the cliff.
Guo Nanshan, Zhuo Rusui, Gu Han and the others, as well as the regular elders and disciples of the other peaks were all there.
Mo Chi, Bai Rujing, and the other elders of Tianguang Peak were standing at the back of the peak top.
Countless gazes fell on Jing Jiu, because he didn't move. He was still standing on the same spot beside Zhao Layue.
"Only the six peak masters are qualified to stand on the peak top; why are you standing there?"
Bai Rujing's face looked terrible; Jian Ruyun's eyes grew cold; Gu Han raised his eyebrows. Some discussions broke out among the peaks. The problem was that the strictest Sword Justice Yuan Qijing didn't say anything, and neither did the hot-tempered Nan Wang. Hundreds of elders and disciples of Aoyama among the cliffs fell silent when they thought of that rumor.
Yuan Qijing waved his hand.
The Great Formation of Aoyama opened up a passage.
Everybody looked in the direction of the passage.
A black line came over from the horizon. It was devoid of any energy. It passed through the peaks quietly and arrived at the top of Tianguang Peak.
Pah!!!
The sheath of the Inherited Heaven Sword was inserted into the stone monument, returning to its original place.
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Under the stone monument.
The Round Turtle opened his eyes slowly, a hint of nostalgia showing in his aged and murky eyes.
He had seen many sect masters of Aoyama pass by.
But this one was different.
Ada had crawled out from Jing Jiu's sleeve. He squatted on the ground and looked at the sheath on the stone monument, displaying a rare peacefulness.
At the bottom of Shangde Peak, the Dead Dog lifted his head slowly and looked at the deep end of the natural light, a hint of sadness showing in his warm eyes.
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Yimaozhai was in the deep end of the Thousand-Mile Windy Corridor.
Liu Shisui was practicing writing with the City-Guard Pen. It was the homework given to him by Bu Qiuxiao. He had practiced it for a few years, so he was quite skilled in writing.
The sword bracelet on his wrist suddenly vibrated.
Liu Shisui followed the idea of the Lone Sword. He got up and walked to the window, looking in the direction of Aoyama, and found that the wind had risen.
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The Thousand-Mile Windy Corridor.
The wind had been blowing for tens of thousands of years.
The wind was weaker at the entrance of the corridor, so there were still some buildings and mortals living there. However, the businesses there were not so good.
Xiao He sat by the window, supporting her chin with her hand. She felt bored as she looked at the road that had been deserted for a few days.
All of a sudden, she saw a scene, and her face turned pale.
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A horse-drawn carriage was approaching from among the hills.
The Dark Phoenix stood on the roof of the carriage, facing the wind. His feathers were slightly ruffled, as was his mood at the moment.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect sat on the shaft, his sparse hair tousled by the strong wind.
The melodious sound of a flute could be heard from the carriage.
It was neither the Lullaby of the Underworld River nor the Song of Becoming Immortal Up and Down; it was an ordinary Huangmei Folk Song.
The person in the carriage and Jing Jiu were the only ones who knew that Liu Ci was from Huangmei Town.
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The Three-Foot Sword.
The Zither Sword.
The Sword of Absolute Emptiness.
The Sword of the Returning Sun.
The Sword of the Tide.
The Thoughtless Sword.
The Lone Sword in the distant Thousand-Mile Windy Corridor.
Hundreds of flying swords in the sky.
And that sword.
All the swords faced the sheath on the stone monument in Silence.
The disciples of Aoyama knelt on the ground and said in unison, "Greetings, Sect Master. The swords return to Aoyama!"
The spring rain suddenly fell down, wetting the stone monument and moistening everything soundlessly.
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