The Cloud Boat of the Zhongzhou School didn't stop near the Guocheng Temple, but went directly to the East Ocean, hovering in the sky and competing with the setting sun for its brilliance.
Seeing this scene, Zhuo Rusui was filled with lofty sentiments, and he uttered those three words.
Liu Shisui felt his blood boiling, but he remained silent out of habit.
Zhao Layue was quite calm, thinking that if they really wanted to fight, then they would just have to fight.
Gu Qing didn't say anything, wondering how he could defeat them.
Zhuo Rusui spun his head around to look at them, and demanded, "Can't you people say something convincing and convincing?"
It was then that Jing Jiu's voice rang out from the back of the Tranquil Garden, "Come in."
They entered the meditation room behind the Tranquil Garden, and found that the Zen Master had already left.
There was a hint of tiredness on Jing Jiu's face. Both solving the problem of the Formation of Dissipating Smoke and Clouds and guessing the relationship between Taiping and the lotus flower required a great deal of mental energy.
Gu Qing told them what had happened by the stream again, and also told them about their guesses.
Zhuo Rusui asked, "What does the Great Master Taiping want to do? Does he want to plunge the entire land into chaos like he did years ago and kill all the mortals?"
"It's to protect himself." Jing Jiu continued, "He is at his weakest. The more chaotic the Cultivation world is, the safer he will be."
Nobody understood what he meant, including Zhao Layue, Liu Shisui, and Xiao He, who knew that Taiping Zhenren had picked the lotus flower.
Jing Jiu didn't tell them all of his deductions.
He looked at Liu Shisui's slightly dark face, wondering if his Big Brother had given up on turning this child into the next him.
Seeing Jing Jiu looking at him, Liu Shisui knelt down hastily and kowtowed three times with great respect, saying, "Congratulations, Young Master."
Xiao He had already knelt down as well.
Zhao Layue was the Master of the Shenmo Peak, so there was no need for her to kneel.
Gu Qing didn't care and knelt as he pleased.
Zhuo Rusui felt a little helpless. He slowly kneeled on the floor, but he did not kowtow.
Jing Jiu knew that Liu Shisui would definitely kowtow a few times, so he accepted it calmly and said, "Alright, let's go. She'll stay here."
Liu Shisui was now a scholar of Yimaozhai, so he naturally had to return to Yimaozhai.
He understood the Young Master's meaning and understood the Young Master's temperament even more. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly thought of something and asked, "Young Master, how is the chair I made?"
Jing Jiu said, "Not bad."
After receiving this evaluation, Liu Shisui left happily and contentedly.
Zhuo Rusui had seen this pair of master and servant interact with each other many times in the Illusionary Realm of the Green Sky Mirror, but he still couldn't accept it until now, like the other matter.
Looking at Liu Shisui walking toward the outside of the Tranquil Garden, Jing Jiu said while shaking his head, "I'm not used to seeing him wear the scholar's robe. He looks like a farmer no matter what."
Jing Jiu said, "Shisui is very good at farming. It was he who taught me how to farm."
Not only Zhuo Rusui, but Zhao Layue and Gu Qing also didn't understand why Shisui wanted to learn farming.
Since he couldn't figure it out, he didn't bother thinking about it. Thinking of the cloud boat in the sky above the East Ocean and the upcoming meeting, Gu Qing asked, "Master, are we really going to fight them?"
Jing Jiu said, "Even if we are going to fight them, it's not now."
Anyone could tell that the Aoyama Sect was much weaker than the Zhongzhou School in terms of the most powerful fighting force. As such, the northern sects like the Kunlun Sect became more and more unbridled, and they even dared attack Liu Shisui.
No one could fill the vacancy left by the departure of the Immortal Liu Ci in a short time. Though Jing Jiu could become the sect master, he couldn't fill the vacancy.
Feeling surprised, Gu Qing asked, "Should we let him go this time?"
Looking at the outside of the Tranquil Garden, Jing Jiu knew that the other party had arrived. "If I wanted to let him go, I wouldn't have to come here in person," he said.
Someone asked to see him.
It was Bai Zao of the Zhongzhou School.
Hearing the voice of Monk Dachang, Zhuo Rusui and Gu Qing bid farewell to Jing Jiu naturally and walked toward the outside of the Tranquil Garden.
A moment later, Zhao Layue walked out with her hands clasped behind her back. Looking at Ada in the pile of fallen leaves at the foot of the pagoda, she intended to carry him away, but she didn't. Ada looked at her back and was about to follow her, but he suddenly realized what she meant. As such, he curled up again and blended in with the pile of fallen leaves, his ears pricking up.
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Bai Zao was standing in the courtyard.
Jing Jiu was sitting under the porch.
There was an indescribable atmosphere in the courtyard, faint but distinct. It might be a sense of unfamiliarity, but it wasn't entirely the case.
When they were at the West Ocean, the two of them had glanced at each other from a distance. But apart from that, they hadn't seen each other for a long time.
Time could dilute many things. For instance, the six years in the snowland seemed to be his previous life.
Jing Jiu was very calm, not sentimental, not even sentimental.
This was something that the Cultivation practitioners had to experience.
However, the long years of Cultivation would sometimes make many things fade away, and sometimes make many things more intense. This was probably the difference between water and wine.
Bai Zao had been asleep during the six years in the snowland, but Zhao Layue felt that she could still remember those nights, the firelight, and the figure of his back.
She looked at Jing Jiu in Silence, not uttering a single word, as if she was waiting for something.
Of course, she didn't wait for Jing Jiu to speak first. She wouldn't behave like a little girl in a fit of pique, and she was fully aware that it was useless for Jing Jiu.
She was waiting for the twilight to get thicker and the autumn wind to rise again.
Along with the rustling sound, the fallen leaves fell down along with the wind. They were dyed red by the setting sun, falling on her body like the rain, like the fire and the flowers.
It was a beautiful scene.
An appreciative expression appeared on Jing Jiu's face.
Beautiful scenes and smart people were one of the few things he was interested in in this world.
She still remembered the begonia tree in the Jing House in Zhaoge City and the fact that he liked to watch the begonia flowers fall on her body.
She was certain that Jing Jiu still remembered those things, which was enough for her. She lifted the hem of her skirt gently and walked to the corridor, sitting on the floor across from Jing Jiu.
The white ribbons fell to the side of her body like the clouds that had absorbed the rainwater.
Jing Jiu still didn't say anything.
Bai Zao took two steps forward and put his hands on the floor through the ribbons, his body leaning forward slightly.
This was what the little princess of the Qin Kingdom had done back then.
Yet, Jing Jiu wasn't the little prince of the Chu Kingdom who couldn't refuse her anymore, so he wouldn't let her jump into his bosom again.
He reached out a finger and pointed at the center of her eyebrows, stopping her body in midair.
Time stopped here.
Hiding in the pile of fallen leaves in the courtyard, Ada watched the scene, thinking that it was actually quite a beautiful scene.
After a long while, Bai Zao sat back down and said shyly, "I want to hug you."
"They are going to fight," said Jing Jiu.
Bai Zao said, "It's because they are going to fight."
Jing Jiu smiled faintly, saying nothing.
Bai Zao picked up a golden fallen leaf from the hem of her skirt and put it in Jing Jiu's hand gently.
Sitting in the pile of fallen leaves in the courtyard, the expression in Ada's eyes grew a bit gloomy.
Looking at his face, Bai Zao said softly, "I thought you were extraordinary the first time I saw you."
Jing Jiu said, "Many people are like this. You'll get used to it."
For instance, the people on the Shenmo Peak, the cat, and the cicada wouldn't be surprised, frustrated, or possessed by the devil when they saw his face.
Bai Zao said with a smile, "But the surprise you brought to the world is still far beyond my imagination. How could you … become the sect master?"
When she said this, she was indeed smiling, feeling proud and happy for Jing Jiu. But in the deepest part of her smile, there was a clear trace of regret, or even sadness.
If it were the same situation before, even if Jing Jiu was a talented disciple cultivated by Aoyama, it would still be possible. But now that Jing Jiu became the sect master of Aoyama, it was impossible.
Because she would be the next sect master of Zhongzhou.
Before Bai Zao stood up and was about to leave, he said something.
"I know Big Brother Tong Yan should be in Aoyama. Thank you."
How could the Zhongzhou School let go of Tong Yan? They had spent a great deal of effort to find him over the years, but they couldn't find him anywhere.
She and Tong Yan were like brother and sister, so she knew what he was thinking at that time, so she could guess where he was most likely to go.
Jing Jiu said, "He is not in Aoyama."
Bai Zao knew he didn't have to lie to him. He was a little surprised, wondering where his Big Brother had gone.
Jing Jiu suddenly said, "You have to be careful at some critical moments."
Bai Zao was silent for a while, and then asked, "Can you be more clear?"
Jing Jiu said, "No, because I haven't calculated it clearly."
He seemed to understand something, but he didn't know why.
Bai Zao understood what he meant, and then left.
Jing Jiu picked up the golden leaf and raised it to his eyes to have a look.
It was impossible to find two identical leaves in the world, no matter the shape of the stalk or the direction of the veins.
And he had never thought about which leaf to treasure.
It grew on the willow branches and fell after dusk.
It was the leaf itself.
In the pile of fallen leaves, Ada looked at him in Silence.
After a long time, Jing Jiu let go of the leaf.
The golden leaf didn't break. It drifted to the front of the pagoda and fell on the pile of fallen leaves, covering Ada's eyes.
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Jing Jiu didn't lie. Tong Yan was indeed not in Aoyama.
He was in the Underworld.
There was a faint smell of burnt leaves in the air here, which should be from the Underworld River.
The Underworld River looked like an underground river formed by lava, but it wasn't exactly the same. He had seen it with his own eyes. There were corpses boats covered with flowers traveling on it.
There were only three colors in this world: black, white, and fire. The mountains, rivers, and fields all looked dull and monotonous.
The river of fire was flowing in the gloomy sky, as if it would fall down at any moment, giving people a terrifying and depressing feeling.
For the human race, the underground world without sunlight was the most barren world. For the human Cultivation practitioners, this world without the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was an unbearable hell.
If they stayed here for too long, even the strongest Cultivation practitioner would be killed by Zhen Yuan.
Tong Yan didn't know how long she would stay in the Underworld, her face pale.
A bright blue color and a few dark figures suddenly appeared in the black and white sky.
They were the Underworld Master and his disciples.
Tong Yan noticed that there was a small child among those disciples.
The inhabitants of the Underworld were all short, or in other words, pocket-sized. This child was even smaller, with smooth black hair and delicate eyes and brows. The fringe in front of his forehead looked like a leaf, and it was hard to tell if he was a man or a woman. He looked like a good-looking puppet.
Yet, the Underworld Master showed a respectful attitude toward the child, saying, "Your Highness, this is the envoy from the upper world."
The child pulled back his fringe and shot a glance at Tong Yan, his eyes full of curiosity, saying, "Thank you for your hard work, envoy."
Having said that, the child was brought back to the ground by the disciples of the Underworld Master, as if he came here just to meet Tong Yan.
Tong Yan had guessed the identity of the child, but she fell silent.
The Underworld Master said, "This is the next King Of The Underworld. Do you think Jing Jiu … the Immortal Sect Master will like this child?"
After a moment of silence, Tong Yan said, "He might like it better if his hair is cut short."
The Underworld Master said with a small smile, "Though I don't understand the reason behind it, I think it makes sense."
As they were talking, the sky on the other side of the Underworld suddenly grew brighter, illuminating an intermittent and unstable passageway.
In the passageway, a figure with a formidable energy was traveling at a high speed, looking like a flash of lightning.
It was above the Abyss, leading to Chaotian.
Looking in that direction, the Underworld Master said, "This is the Twelfth Priest. He has a wild heart and pure blood. It will be troublesome for me to deal with him."
"He will die," said Tong Yan.
"Thank you," said the Underworld Master.
(End of this chapter)
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