Tong Yan said, "He is Master Jin Mingcheng of the Royal Palace."
Que Niang continued, "I was subdued by him and brought here … By the way, where is this place? Why are you two here? Where is my teacher? "
Zhao Layue and Gu Qing eyed each other, knowing that they had all guessed correctly.
Tong Yan asked Que Niang, "Tell me about the current situation in Zhaoge City."
Que Niang had calmed down by now. She knew that something was amiss, saying, "It looks peaceful, but there is an undercurrent. It seems that something significant is going to happen."
Tong Yan said to Zhao Layue, "It looks like your prediction is correct. The Emperor is leaving."
After a moment of silence, Zhao Layue asked, "Who will go to the Zhongzhou School?"
She was not asking about the famous elders like the Immortals Tan and Bai and Yue Qianmen, but about those hidden swordsmen on the back mountain of Cloud-Dream Mountain.
"Those old people won't strike."
Tong Yan said a moment later, "Except for a vicious person named Kou Qingtong. I hope he won't show up in Zhaoge City."
Yuan Qu said, "Even if the Zhongzhou School is going to compete for the throne, why is the Senior Master so cautious that he locked us up in advance?"
Tong Yan said, "It's because he is fully aware that the Zhongzhou School won't play any tricks this time. They will fight against the Aoyama Sect fair and square, and the situation will be very dangerous."
Yuan Qu was unconvinced, exclaiming, "Is our Aoyama Sect inferior to the Zhongzhou School? Whose side are you on? "
Tong Yan said, "Before this, I thought that the Aoyama Sect would lose for sure."
It grew quieter in the manor cave, because they knew what he said was the truth.
If the Aoyama Sect and the Zhongzhou School had a head-on fight, their top fighting force would be insufficient.
The departure of the Immortal Liu Ci couldn't make up for it.
Yet, it was obvious that Tong Yan had more to say.
"But it seems that Taiping Zhenren is still alive."
Tong Yan pushed the chess pieces on the chessboard aside and said, "Now that we know he is Zhenren Jingyang, it's hard to say who will win or lose."
Que Niang walked to the opposite side of him and picked up a black Go piece. She placed it on the board in a seemingly casual manner but in fact very solemn.
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In the Royal Palace of Zhaoge City, Ping Yong-Ka was walking with Jing Jiu.
It was rare for him to be so close to his master for such a long period of time. Especially when he saw the tear stains on his master's white robes, he was even more nervous. He often walked with one hand and one leg at the same time.
Passing through the flowering trees and several ponds, he arrived at a quiet palace. Jing Jiu lifted the lapel of his white robe and sat down on a chair.
Receiving Jing Jiu's signal from his eyes, Ping Yong-Ka sat down on the right side of the chair in a seemingly casual manner but in fact very solemn.
The people on the Shenmo Peak all respected Jing Jiu a lot; but in terms of intimacy, apart from Zhao Layue, Ping Yong-Ka felt the closest, though he had the least contact with Jing Jiu.
He was merely a regular disciple of the Hall of Sword Washing back then. If he hadn't been selected by Jing Jiu to go to the Shenmo Peak, he wouldn't have had the fortune he had today.
Because of this, he would be grateful to Jing Jiu for the rest of his life.
"The Plum Meeting is over. You should go back to Aoyama after sitting here for a while," said Jing Jiu.
Ping Yong-Ka had spent a great deal of effort to find his master, so he didn't want to leave so easily. Moreover, he realized that his master must have something important to do since he was hiding in the Royal Palace. As a disciple, how could he leave now?
Hearing what Jing Jiu said, Ping Yong-Ka shook his head like a cicada in winter.
Jing Jiu glanced at him and said, "Your big brothers have all left; why do you stay here?"
Ping Yong-Ka said, "My big brothers won't leave. There must be some other reason."
"Don't leave if you don't want to," said Jing Jiu.
It was quite troublesome to convince these children; otherwise, he wouldn't have tricked Zhao Layue and the others into going to the hermit peaks of Aoyama.
Yet, he hadn't predicted that Ping Yong-Ka would wake up on the Sword Peak, go to the Shenmo Peak to take that magic pill, participate in the Sword Trial, and come to Zhaoge City.
Everything in the world had its own reason. Now that Ping Yong-Ka had woken up and come here, there must be a reason for him to come here.
Ping Yong-Ka was delighted that his master agreed to let him stay; but he didn't expect to hear something else.
"Something trivial will happen in a few days. When I ask you to run, you have to run back to Aoyama and tell Tong Yan what you have seen. He will make arrangements for you in the future."
Hearing what Jing Jiu said, Ping Yong-Ka felt a strong sense of pressure and uneasiness.
Before he could say anything, a voice drifted out from the back of the hall.
"What about me? Teacher! "
A little girl drifted out along with the voice.
The little girl wore a blue dress, her eyes and brows as beautiful as a painting. The black hair on her forehead was like a leaf, tied into a small braid. She looked very adorable, if one didn't notice that her feet were one foot above the ground.
Ping Yong-Ka was startled. He pointed at her feet and yelled in a trembling voice, "Ghost … ghost … ghost!"
Apiao glanced at him contemptuously and ignored him. She held Jing Jiu's sleeve and implored bitterly, "Teacher, you've sent all my Big Brothers away. Why do you have to leave me here? Can't you ask him to take me and run away? I'm so scared. "
Ping Yong-Ka figured out that this little girl wasn't a ghost, but she had something to do with his family. "Who are you?" he asked cautiously.
He was the Youngest Brother of the Shenmo Peak, so he had taken all the advantages. Not to mention that Gu Qing and Yuan Qu had taken care of him, Que Niang had even rubbed his head affectionately when he met her on the Chess Board Mountain. If a younger one came …
Apiao raised her small face and said proudly, "I'm Teacher's closed-door disciple, Apiao. Who are you?"
Hearing the words "closed-door disciple", Ping Yong-Ka became anxious, thinking why? I've only been the closed-door disciple for a few years. How come there's another one?
Before he could hug Jing Jiu's thigh and complain about his grievance, Apiao said pitifully, "I'm a girl. Why are you fighting with me?"
Ping Yong-Ka was taken aback, thinking that what she said was reasonable. He would be the Youngest Uncle of the Aoyama Sect in the future, so what should he be afraid of?
Seeing that he had been dealt with, Apiao continued to persuade Jing Jiu. She raised her small face and said pitifully, "Teacher, please let me go. My state is low and I can't help you."
Jing Jiu was impervious to fire and water, so he didn't care about this soft sword. He said, "Since you want to learn the Art of Emperors from me, these days are the best time."
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Apiao was on the verge of breaking down.
She saw with her own eyes how her teacher tricked Gu Qing and the others back to Aoyama and locked them up in that manor cave, so she could guess that something big was going to happen next.
This feeling of breaking down didn't subside even when she followed Jing Jiu to the main hall of the palace and saw the legendary Emperor in the human world.
The Emperor glanced at her and asked Jing Jiu, "Is this the King Of The Underworld you chose for the Lower World?"
Jing Jiu uttered "hmm" and said, "I brought her here to learn from you."
The Emperor smiled and said, "I've been an emperor all my life, and I've always been steady. What's there to learn?"
Jing Jiu said, "It's not easy to be steady."
The former Emperor faked his death and hid in the Guocheng Temple, causing so much trouble in Taiping Zhenren, and the Zhongzhou School looked on coldly from the sidelines. But the Jing Imperial Court could run smoothly for three hundred years, and the human world didn't suffer from any war. It was a great merit and even a great achievement.
The Emperor walked to the stone steps in front of the grand hall and looked at the seemingly boundless square. He suddenly said, "Now that things have been steady for so many years, I hope they will continue to be steady in the future."
Jing Jiu said, "I promise you that the event will only take place in Zhaoge City. I think the Immortal Tan has the same idea."
The Emperor let out a contented smile after receiving Jing Jiu's promise, saying, "I'm already satisfied that you can come and keep me company during the last few days."
Jing Jiu said, "I feel unhappy every time I think about it."
It was rare for him to express his feelings directly.
Feeling surprised, the Emperor turned to Jing Jiu and asked, "You're used to seeing people go through life and death, but you still can't be indifferent?"
"I can't be indifferent," said Jing Jiu.
The Emperor stared into Jing Jiu's eyes in Silence and asked earnestly, "Why?"
Jing Jiu said, "It's because I'm afraid of death, and I'm also afraid that you two will die."
The Divine Emperor suddenly laughed like a child. He laughed very happily.
Jing Jiu laughed out as well. He patted Jing Jiu's shoulder and turned to leave the palace hall.
Apiao followed behind Jing Jiu, her face full of bewilderment, wondering what the two of them had talked about.
After returning to the tranquil side hall, Ping Yong-Ka winked at Apiao. Apiao returned the same expression, indicating that she didn't know anything.
Jing Jiu walked to the front of the window, looking at the distance calmly.
Ping Yong-Ka and Apiao also looked in the same direction.
Jing Jiu was the only one in the window. He looked a bit lonely, making the others feel sad.
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A person appeared in the round window of Shui Yue Nunnery's room.
The old man wore a gray cloth, his forehead so broad that it seemed to be able to hold all the water of the lake outside the window.
Standing on the green stone path by the lake, the Master of Shui Yue Nunnery and the highly achieved swordsmen of the nunnery looked at the old man in gray with a complicated expression in their eyes.
Even the Great Formation of Shui Yue Nunnery couldn't block this person.
The Immortal Tan, the Sect Master of the Zhongzhou School, was indeed one of the strongest swordsmen in Chaotian.
Yet, his behavior was extremely rude. If the person in the round window were still awake, Shui Yue Nunnery wouldn't allow himself to be humiliated like this.
The Immortal Tan pulled back his gaze from the inside of the window and bowed slightly to the Master of the nunnery and the others, saying, "I'm sorry, but I have to do it. I hope the Master of the nunnery can forgive me."
Though Shui Yue Nunnery still couldn't forgive him, the others felt a bit better after he apologized to the nunnery.
The Master of the nunnery took two steps forward slowly and came to the front of the window. "Is the Emperor going to leave for Heaven?" she asked the Immortal Tan.
Everybody could guess the purpose of the Immortal Tan's visit.
Shui Yue Nunnery had always cultivated with a pure mind. All he cared about was guarding the Heavenly Well together with the Guocheng Temple. Except for the one who was sleeping soundly, he seldom paid attention to the affairs of the Cultivation circle.
Even though Shui Yue Nunnery had favored Aoyama for some reason over the years, he had no grudge against the Zhongzhou School, and they had nothing to do with each other.
The Immortal Tan's sudden appearance and intimidating everyone with his unimaginable Cultivation state was of course to bring that prince away.
"How could the son of a vixen become the emperor of the human race?"
The Immortal Tan didn't answer the question of the Master of the nunnery directly. Having said that, he walked toward the other side of the lake.
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