Yuan Qu didn't leave by riding the sword. Instead, he walked down Yunxing Peak.
The sword didn't have a name yet. He intended to ask his Master or the Sect Master to give it a name.
With a name, it would be easier for them to communicate with each other and become one with the sword. It was no good to be too hasty.
As Jing Jiu arrived at the foot of Yunxing Peak, the colleagues of Aoyama who had received the news came forward to congratulate him. A few elders even came forward to congratulate him enthusiastically.
After Jing Jiu became the sect master, he didn't move to Tianguang Peak as usual, but stayed on Shenmo Peak. As a result, the people and monkeys on Shenmo Peak had a higher status.
Moreover, Zhenren and the disciples of Shiyue Peak were sent to the West Ocean to replace Bihu Peak a few days ago. It was said that they weren't even allowed to come back to the Grand Ceremony of the new sect master.
Why did it happen? It had something to do with the dispute during the reading of the Will a few years ago.
The disciples of Aoyama were certain that the Immortal Sect Master was a narrow-minded person, so they treated Yuan Qu and the other disciples of Shenmo Peak more cautiously.
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The crooked sword with frost flowers on it had been kept by Jing Jiu on Yunxing Peak for five years.
It had been six years since the spring rain.
It had been seven years since the internal strife of the Platanus Sect.
It had been nine years since the battle of the West Ocean.
It had been ten years since the Lu family distributed the tea.
It was that year that Jing Jiu left Aoyama to search for the magic treasures and sharpen the sword in order to repair his right hand. He went to the bottom of the Cold Mountain and met the Underworld Master in front of the huge transparent wall, making an appointment with him in ten years.
The appointed time had come.
On the day of the Winter Solstice, a gust of gloomy wind rose by the East Ocean. The amulet paper by the Heavenly Well drifted up slightly, exuding a strong energy.
A thunder-like roar broke out at the bottom of the gloomy cliff. After a long while, an ugly mountain monster made up of rocks and plants slowly showed up.
Even the Commissioner of Ghosts couldn't break through the formations set up by the Guocheng Temple and Shui Yue Nunnery, so he had no choice but to stay on the cliff one hundred feet below, lifting his head to look at the gray sky.
A piece of fallen leaf floated down from the forehead of the ghost messenger, carried by the Yin wind, soundlessly passed through those formations and landed beside the well.
That leaf was actually a person.
That person's face was pale, her appearance young and tender, her eyebrows extremely light, and her eyes indifferent. It was Tong Yan.
Tong Yan was carrying a box in her hand, but no one knew what was inside.
He used the Heaven and Earth Escape Technique and still activated the formation. The runes on the cliff began to radiate light like the scorching sun.
The ghost messenger below let out a painful howl, turned around and crawled towards the dark underground.
Tong Yan looked around, feeling a little strange.
Some time ago, the attacks of the priests had finally slowed down. As a result, the Underworld Master suggested that Jing Jiu go back to the surface of Chaotian to carry out that important task.
It was then that he learned of the ten-year appointment between the Underworld Master and Jing Jiu.
Why wasn't Jing Jiu here? There's no one around the Heavenly Well?
Even if those runes had recognized his orthodox magic method, they wouldn't let go of the box.
Tong Yan had a grave expression on his face, his eyebrows growing thicker. All of a sudden, he found that the glow of those runes had gradually dimmed.
A small green curtain sedan arrived with the wind and landed softly in front of Jing Jiu.
Looking at the small green curtain sedan, Tong Yan remained silent for a long time. In the end, he chose to believe Jing Jiu, and walked into the sedan with the box in his hand.
There was no one in the small green curtain sedan, and it looked quite ordinary, but it was not the case.
Tong Yan didn't think about where the great grandmaster of Shui Yue Nunnery had gone. He put down the box by his feet and closed his eyes.
The small green curtain sedan quivered slightly, and then it left the ground and flew up.
A minute later, Tong Yan opened his eyes. After some hesitation, he reached out his hand to lift up a corner of the curtain of the sedan.
The whole Cultivation circle knew that the small green curtain sedan was the sacred object of Shui Yue Nunnery. It was unclear how Jing Jiu managed to borrow it.
The curtain of the sedan was lifted, but no wind came in, and no sound was heard.
The wilderness and Aoyama below flew backward at an unimaginable speed, and no details could be seen clearly.
Tong Yan didn't put down the curtain of the sedan. Silence, he looked at the scenery that he couldn't see clearly.
Having stayed in the Underworld for so many years, he had seen too many black, white, and fire colors. He hadn't seen such green and rich colors for a long time.
After a long time, the small green curtain sedan gradually slowed down, and its height gradually decreased. Finally, it came to the ground.
The small town was full of fog. Pedestrians walked through the fog. Some were used to it, and some were surprised. They kept reaching out their hands to touch the fog. Obviously, they were tourists.
The small green curtain sedan moved forward slowly, and people's discussions could be clearly heard.
The strange thing was that the pedestrians didn't show any surprised expression as if they couldn't see the small green curtain sedan.
The sacred object of Shui Yue Nunnery had its own magic.
It was quite lively in the small town, and the discussions could be heard incessantly. It didn't take long for Tong Yan to learn where he was and what had happened.
This place was very close to Aoyama, and was called Cloudy Town. A grand festival was going on in this town to celebrate the fact that the Imperial court had exempted the taxes of the south for three years.
The reason why the Imperial court was so generous was that the Immortal Jing Jiu was ready to become the sect master of Aoyama.
The small green curtain sedan passed through the fog and the crowd, leaving the discussions behind. It came to a large house in front of a mountain outside the town.
A stream flowed down from the mountain, passing through the house. Flowers and trees could be seen everywhere on both sides of the stream. Though the house was carefully designed, it had a natural wildness to it.
The fog flowed along the stream between the flowering trees and the house. It was peaceful and refreshing; it was truly a fairyland in the human world.
The small green curtain sedan stopped in the house. It was obvious that this was where Tong Yan would live in the future.
Tong Yan took a look at the box in front of her and said, "I want to go to the Sword Jail."
A crashing sound could be vaguely heard in the box; it was unclear if it was due to anger or fear.
The small green curtain sedan quivered slightly and flew up again. It broke through the clouds and fog and arrived in the high sky, heading toward the green peaks up ahead.
It didn't take long for a few sword lights to illuminate the sky. Guo Nanshan led a few disciples of Aoyama to come up to the sedan.
The relationship between the Aoyama Sect and Shui Yue Nunnery was complicated in the past. They were sometimes enemies and sometimes friends, depending on Lian Sanyue's mood. But the situation was different now. The two sides had become allies. At the meeting in the Guocheng Temple, Shui Yue Nunnery had clearly chosen the side of Aoyama, ignoring Bai Zhenren's mood.
Guo Nanshan and the others thought that the person sitting in the small green curtain sedan was the great grandmaster of Shui Yue Nunnery, so they didn't question her. They bowed to her reverently and made way for the sedan.
They had no idea that the person sitting in the small green curtain sedan was Tong Yan, who had been missing for many years.
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The small green curtain sedan flew to the middle of the peaks, but it didn't go to the Tianguang Peak as Guo Nanshan had instructed; instead, it went straight to the Shanghai Peak.
Guo Nanshan was taken aback, wondering if the great grandmaster of Shui Yue Nunnery was acquainted with the Senior Master Sword Justice.
The disciples of the younger generation didn't dare stop the senior master and the master from meeting in advance, so they had no choice but to follow them to the Shanghai Peak.
The ice and snow on the Shangde Peak didn't melt all year round, and it was extremely cold. Besides, the relationship between the Shangde Peak and the Tianguang Peak had always been bad. As such, Guo Nanshan didn't stay for long after he brought them there.
Looking at the small green curtain sedan, Yuan Qijing furrowed his brows slightly; he was obviously displeased.
He didn't like conspiracies and plots, and he didn't want to get involved with them. He turned around and left without checking who was in the small green curtain sedan.
However, he didn't forget to instruct Chi Yan that nobody was allowed to get close to the manor cave before the small green curtain sedan left.
Tong Yan walked out from the small green curtain sedan with the case in his hand and came to the edge of the well. He pressed his hand on the wall of the well covered with snow and frost, shaking his head while looking at the gloomy and deep bottom of the well.
He had just climbed out of the gloomy and deep Heavenly Well, and now he had to enter this cold well again. He thought that he and the word "well" were somewhat incompatible.
No matter how displeased he was, he had no choice but to go there. He jumped into the well with the case in his hand, descending slowly along with the sunlight.
He arrived at the bottom of the well after drifting for a long time.
The Dead Dog, who looked like a black mountain, opened his eyes slowly and looked at Tong Yan with a warm expression in his eyes, as if he had some sympathy for this little child.
He had lived in the dark and gloomy world for a long time, so he knew what it was like.
Seeing the expression in his eyes, Tong Yan felt a warmth in her chest. She bowed to him respectfully and headed toward the deep part of the Sword Jail with the case in her hand.
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The passageway of the Sword Jail was as quiet as a graveyard, the same as when Tong Yan came here a few years ago.
All of a sudden, the door of a cell gave off a thudding sound; it was evident that the prisoners in the cell were banging against the door.
Soon after, a similar situation occurred in a few other cells, and the angry screams of the prisoners could be heard.
Tong Yan thought that he was indeed a member of the royal bloodline; he could let his subjects smell his scent even though he was separated by the case and the cells.
The further he went in the passageway, the drier and brighter it became. When he arrived in the grand hall, Tong Yan halted his steps reflexively and looked at the lonely cell with furrowed brows.
He had been wondering where the Aoyama Sect would hide the Snow Girl.
The Sword Jail was the best choice, but also the least likely one.
It was impossible for the Snow Girl to agree to be a prisoner.
Tong Yan pulled back his line of sight and continued walking in the passageway. It didn't take long before he arrived in the midst of the beautiful peaks.
The sky was too blue, the sunlight was too soft, and the grass was too green. It was too beautiful to be real. This was the hermit peak of Aoyama.
There was a Aoyama in front of him. Wildflowers were blooming all over the place, and the seemingly messy branches and vines revealed a sense of order.
Tong Yan furrowed his brows again, feeling that something was about to happen.
Outside the manor cave in Aoyama, the gemstones were emitting a clear red glow, indicating that someone was cultivating in seclusion inside.
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After returning to his own manor cave, Tong Yan arranged the formation. He didn't forget to reach under the table to turn the gemstones outside the manor cave from green to red, and then he opened the case.
Apiao drifted out from the case. Her leaf-like black hair covered her forehead, and her translucent face was very pale, as if she had applied powder on it. She looked just like an ordinary child.
"After the ceremony, the Immortal Sect Master will come to see you," said Tong Yan.
Looking at the chessboard on the stone table, Apiao said, "There's an unfinished game here."
Those scattered chess pieces were placed by Jing Jiu and Tong Yan several years ago, representing the situation between the Aoyama Sect and the Zhongzhou School.
Tong Yan glanced at him and asked, "You still want to play chess?"
Apiao said, "I've never won against you in the underworld, so I'm really not interested. But I'm not the one who placed the chess piece this time."
Hearing this, Tong Yan was silent for a long time, and then he said, "He's the Sect Master of Aoyama now. How can you win against him?"
Apiao came up to him and slapped his chest with her palm.
The seemingly simple movement was as fast as lightning, giving people a feeling that it was impossible to dodge.
Tong Yan had stayed in the Underworld for several years, and Zhen Yuan had scattered a lot, so he was in an extremely weak state, making it even more impossible for him to dodge.
With a light pah, Apiao's leaf-like hand fell on Tong Yan's chest.
Tong Yan's face turned even paler, and two streams of blood flowed out from his ears.
"You should be half a teacher to me. But I'm sorry, there are things I have to do, so I have to trouble you."
Apiao said earnestly while looking at him.
Tong Yan raised his hand and wiped off the blood on his cheek, saying, "You made your move at the wrong time."
"Why?" Apiao asked with her innocent eyes wide open.
"You should have made the first move when you were outside," said Tong Yan.
A hint of fear appeared in Apiao's eyes, as she said, "That small green curtain sedan is a bit strange; I'm scared."
"This is the hermit peaks of Aoyama," said Tong Yan. "Even if you kill me, you can't get out of here."
"Is that so?"
Apiao walked to the door of the manor cave, took out a bamboo flute from somewhere, brought it to her lips, and blew a few notes.
The stone door opened without any wind.
Apiao turned to Tong Yan and said with a smile, "You said I would be the student of the Immortal Sect Master, but in fact, I already had a teacher before that."
"That teacher must be extraordinary," said Tong Yan.
Apiao said, "My teacher, Taiping Zhenren, of course he's extraordinary."
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(That explosive update has nothing to do with me. For me, explosive update is impossible, not even in this life … Also, a few days ago, I suddenly found that the system was canvassing for votes in QQ Reading, and it even used my tone. No wonder some readers were so angry that they said they wouldn't vote for me anymore because of my updates … It seems that they are new readers. Please understand, I'm very grateful for your votes. I haven't canvassed for votes for several years. It has nothing to do with me, so don't be angry.)
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