"You're still as clingy as ever," said Lian Sanyue while shooting a glance at Jing Xin. "Why didn't you just kill him back then?"
Clingy was the evaluation of the Aoyama Sect for the Zhongzhou School, but it was also her evaluation of the entire Cultivation circle in Chaotian. It was hard for Jing Jiu to comment on it.
Lian Sanyue's voice was not loud, but everybody in the grand hall had been paying attention to her every move, so they heard her clearly.
Jing Xin remained silent, his face pale.
"It's useless to kill him," said Jing Jiu. "Do you remember Jing Shu? There are many descendants of the royal family scattered among the people like her. The Zhongzhou School could pick one of them at any time and let Yimaozhai raise her. I believe Bu Qiuxiao wouldn't mind. "
"I remember that little girl. The Jing family is indeed fertile," said Lian Sanyue.
"She's dead, but you can't," said Jing Jiu.
"What would you do if I didn't wake up?" asked Lian Sanyue.
It wasn't until now that the Aoyama Sect hadn't sent anyone here, and neither had Yuan Qijing. She knew the true relationship between Jing Jiu and Yuan Qijing, so she knew it was his idea to do so.
"I thought I could handle it myself," said Jing Jiu.
Lian Sanyue shot him a disdainful glance. "You're so weak now; how can you handle it?"
Jing Jiu said calmly, "It's the first time you're qualified to say that I'm weak in the last several hundred years."
Lian Sanyue arched her eyebrows slightly and said contentedly, "You're weaker than me anyway."
Jing Jiu said with a smile, "I have a way to deal with him no matter how weak he is."
The expression on Lian Sanyue's face changed a bit, as she asked, "Which method are you going to use? Many people will die. "
"Do you care about the death of many people?" asked Jing Jiu with a slightly changed expression.
"Maybe I'm influenced by you," said Lian Sanyue.
"I'm also influenced by you," said Jing Jiu.
"What's the point of telling me what I like to hear now?"
Lian Sanyue leaned back with a smile. She looked up at the blue sky with her hands on the steps behind her, seeming to enjoy the moment.
After a moment of silence, Jing Jiu said, "Thank you."
Lian Sanyue said while still looking at the sky, "I'm not a regular girl, but I know you don't have a sweet tongue. Don't force yourself to say such things in the future; it's too stiff."
As Jing Jiu was about to say something else, the sound of the teacups colliding with each other suddenly came from behind the two of them. It sounded like the chattering of teeth, full of fear. The two of them turned around and saw Ping Yong-Ka standing on the stone steps with a tray in his hands.
There were two teacups on the plate. The teacups were made of white porcelain, but they were not as white as his face.
Ping Yong-Ka was really scared at this time because he found that he had heard a lot of things that he shouldn't have heard. He didn't know if he would be killed to keep his mouth shut. Even if her teacher was protecting her, this woman was too powerful. Furthermore, she had just said that her teacher was weaker than her …
Speaking of which, there was indeed something fishy going on between his master and this woman. He had already gotten so close to her, yet he had not realized it. Were the two of them only thinking about each other? I really regret it. What am I doing here? It's not worth it to sacrifice my life to please my teacher.
Thinking of all this, Ping Yong-Ka's face grew paler and paler, and his body trembled more violently. The sound of the teacups clinking against each other and his teeth chattering sounded like someone playing a zither.
"Who is this idiot?" asked Lian Sanyue curiously.
"My disciple, the one who closed the door," replied Jing Jiu.
Lian Sanyue shot a glance at Ping Yong-Ka, but she didn't find anything special about him. She took the teacup and had a sip of it, saying, "I'm a bit thirsty now. Thank you."
Hearing this, Ping Yong-Ka felt overjoyed, thinking that he was not going to die. It was then that Lian Sanyue shot him another glance. Ping Yong-Ka's joy vanished abruptly, his entire body turning cold, as if he had fallen into an icehouse. He thought that such a figure was probably temperamental and wouldn't strike him to death all of a sudden.
A moment later, Lian Sanyue shot him another glance. Ping Yong-Ka was scared out of his wits.
"What have you found out?" asked Jing Jiu.
"Nothing," said Lian Sanyue.
"Me neither," said Jing Jiu. "So it's a bit strange."
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A large hole had been created on the southeastern section of the city wall, and the broken stones piled up into a small hill. Lying on the hill, Kou Qingtong was covered in blood, his eyes looking at the sky blankly.
The forbidding formation at the bottom of the city wall was exposed to the sunlight. Gu Pan and the officials of the Pure Heaven Bureau were watching the outside cautiously. Dozens of air waves were approaching at a high speed. The three valley masters of the Zhongzhou School were in the front, all of whom were swordsmen in the Lianxu State. It was evident that the Zhongzhou School didn't want Kou Qingtong to die so easily.
All of a sudden, a melodious sound of flute broke out. The three valley masters stopped at the foot of the ruins and looked around cautiously, but they didn't discover anything.
The sound of flute could be heard clearly by everybody's ears; it was both gentle and dreadful. Gu Pan's face was ashen. He raised his hand to signal his subordinates to get ready for the fight. The divine crossbow hidden in the stone wall of the high platform had been pushed out, aiming at the outside.
The sound of flute drifted in the early morning wind. It was unclear where it originated from, but it could be heard everywhere, including the spot above the ruins and by Kou Qingtong's ear.
All of a sudden, a small shapeless sword came out from the sound of flute and entered Kou Qingtong's left ear as fast as lightning, and then came out from his right ear with a faint whoosh.
A few drops of sticky blood dripped down from Kou Qingtong's ear and were set ablaze after falling on the broken stones, turning into green smoke and vanishing into nothingness.
The expression in Kou Qingtong's eyes dimmed slightly, and his body started to wither visibly. In the end, he turned into countless withered leaves and vanished along with the wind.
This swordsman had been cultivating in the back mountain of Cloud-Dream Mountain for a thousand years. He came out of the mountain for the sake of a Fairy Book, but he died in such a way.
He was the last swordsman of the Bloody Demon Church, and also the last swordsman of the last age.
His death marked the end of the history of the Bloody Demon Church; did it mean that the Bloody Demon Church had left the stage of history for a thousand years?
After the shapeless small sword had killed Kou Qingtong, it vanished in the wind, and the crisp sound of flute faded away.
All the people who witnessed the scene were shocked speechless.
Kou Qingtong was one of the strongest swordsmen in Chaotian. Even though he was severely wounded by Lian Sanyue and on the verge of death, how could he be killed so easily?
Moreover, the three swordsmen in the Lianxu State didn't even notice the arrival of this small sword!
Who was the owner of the flute and this small sword?
The three valley masters of Zhongzhou School chased after the source of the flute, and they didn't take a look at the forbidding formation at the foot of the city wall.
Gu Pan felt relieved even though his face was still pale. He waved his hands in front of his body, and his energy came out swiftly. He employed the magic method of Zhongzhou School to move the bricks and stones to block the hole on the city wall, and then he ordered his subordinates to reinforce the formation.
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The sound of the flute kept on drifting in Zhaoge City. It was sometimes melodious, sometimes playful, sometimes soothing, and sometimes complacent. The location of the flute kept on changing. It was at Taichang Temple one moment, then at the White Horse Lake the next moment, then at the Plum Garden the next moment, and then by a well a few miles away. The flute appeared and disappeared mysteriously.
The three valley masters of Zhongzhou School encountered Yue Qianmen after chasing after the flute for a while. The two of them were certain that they were looking for the demon king, the expressions in their eyes growing more grave. The demon king Taiping had cultivated again, and his Cultivation state was still low; but why couldn't these four elders in the Lianxu State catch up with him? It was impossible for them to surround and kill him.
By the time Yue Qianmen and the other three swordsmen of Zhongzhou School encountered him, Yin San had already fetched a pot of water from the well and came to a restaurant. This restaurant was not too far away from the royal palace, and only a few miles away from the Yintian Gate. It should be a popular place for the high officials and nobles. The furnishings here were exquisite, and the view from the railing was perfect.
Yin San found the most expensive green tea in the storeroom. He poured some tea into the teacup, and then came to the railing with the kettle and the teacup, looking out of the restaurant.
The kettle of water was the one he had just fetched from the well. As he poured it into the teacup, it was extremely hot, giving off white smoke.
It took only a moment for the tea to be washed away, exuding a faint aroma of tea.
Yin San brought the teacup to his lips and blew on it. The hot tea cooled down a lot, but it was at a suitable temperature for drinking.
The new tea entered his throat, like the sound of the flute in his ears. He sighed contentedly. Looking at the Yintian Gate a few miles away, he raised his beautiful eyebrows.
The Yintian Gate had become a ruin, but the mass of cloud and fog was still there. The figure in the cloud and fog was intermittently visible, but he still couldn't see it clearly.
With a fluttering sound, the Blue Bird flew over from afar and landed on the railing. She followed his line of sight, and her pupils trembled slightly, showing that she was very uneasy.
The Blue Bird spoke the human language, "What are you doing?"
She had lived in Zhongzhou School for tens of thousands of years and been controlled by Bai Zhenren for hundreds of years, so she knew better than anyone else how formidable Bai Zhenren was.
Holding the teacup, Yin San looked at the mass of cloud and fog in Silence. He didn't say anything, nor did he intend to withdraw his line of sight.
Qing 'er turned back to her human form and asked nervously while looking at him, "Are you provoking her?"
"I'm testing her," Yin San said.
Given Bai Zhenren's Cultivation state, she must have sensed his line of sight immediately, but she didn't pay any attention to him.
What kind of event could make her ignore Taiping Zhenren for the time being?
It must be something more important than heaven, or something more important than all of Chaotian.
"What's the matter?" asked Qing 'er.
Yin San said thoughtfully, "Someone might die today."
Qing 'er snapped, "But it won't be you."
This time, Yin San didn't respond with "of course" like he usually would. After a long moment of silence, he turned his head to look at the royal palace in the north, a regretful expression showing in his eyes.
Back then, he thought that Lian Sanyue was the most similar person to him. Though their ideas were different, they were essentially the same person.
It was a pity that such an outstanding woman had been harmed by that blockhead Young Brother and turned into what she had become.
He picked up the teacup and took a sip, saying sentimentally, "Women …"
"What's wrong with women?" Qing 'er asked with raised eyebrows.
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The officials in the grand hall and the Cultivation practitioners of various sects in the sky had gradually come to their senses and accepted the reality.
The reality was that Shui Yue Nunnery and Lian Sanyue had suddenly appeared in the human world and fought on behalf of Aoyama, defeating two powerful swordsmen of Zhongzhou School in a row.
Looking at the young man and woman drinking tea on the stone steps in front of the grand hall, the people had an odd feeling in their hearts. If Jing Jiu was indeed Jingyang, and they had become Cultivation partners back then … nobody else in Chaotian would have a chance.
Two of the five fights between the Aoyama Sect and Zhongzhou School had ended. If Zhongzhou School lost another fight, they would have to leave Zhaoge City according to the agreement and stop interfering in the fight for the throne.
It seemed that Zhongzhou School was in a precarious situation and was on the edge of the cliff, but nobody thought that Zhongzhou School had no hope. No matter how strong Lian Sanyue was, she must have consumed a great deal of energy after defeating two powerful swordsmen in a row, and everybody could tell that she was severely wounded. Some of the wounds were caused by Kou Qingtong, and some were caused by her breaking through the broken space by forcibly increasing her Cultivation state. The most severe wound was caused by the Scenic Cloud Bell that the Immortal Tan had rung.
The divine crossbow couldn't even penetrate the cloth of the female Cultivation practitioner of the Dongyi Daoist Sect.
The Zhongzhou School would fight next, no matter whether it was Bai Zhenren or the Unicorn, but Lian Sanyue wouldn't be able to defend against them.
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The patch of cloud and fog left the ruins of the Yintian Gate and arrived in the royal palace. It landed in the square and then dispersed gradually.
Seeing this, the people felt a bit nervous, but they also thought it was reasonable.
The long cry of the Unicorn didn't break out in the distance. The third fight of the Zhongzhou School should be fought by Bai Zhenren.
As the cloud and fog dispersed, a figure appeared.
Her face was still shrouded in fog, and her body was as tall as a snowy mountain.
A barrage of surprised screams broke out around the royal palace.
A person walked out from behind her.
There were two people in the cloud and fog the entire time.
The woman walked toward the square in Silence, her white skirt tousling.
He was none other than Bai Zao.
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