Then, Chen Youtian, the Peak Master of Bihu, Mo Chi and Guo Nanshan, who represented Tianguang Peak, and the elders of the peaks all came forward to salute him.
Not everyone came to welcome his return, such as Nan Wang and Fang Jingtian.
The most important thing for a Cultivation practitioner was to cultivate. They usually stayed in seclusion for more than ten years or even longer. No one could blame them for that.
Similarly, not everyone welcomed Jing Jiu's return. For example, the new Peak Master of Yunxing. Even though he saluted with the others, his expression was cold.
Ping Yong-Ka, who had not been back to Aoyama for a hundred years, asked Yuan Qu in a low voice, "Senior Brother, who is this man?"
Yuan Qu said, "Jin Sidao. After Fu Wang's death, he is now the Peak Master of the Sword Peak."
Ping Yong-Ka had a special affection for Yunxing Peak and was curious about the new Peak Master of Yunxing. Seeing his expression and demeanor, he couldn't help but feel disappointed. He said in a low voice, "That's it … He's not as good as me."
His voice was so low that only Yuan Qu and the others could hear him, and they almost burst out laughing.
To everyone's surprise, Jing Jiu suddenly said, "Then you can do it."
It was dead silent by the Stream of Sword Washing.
A gentle breeze blew over the surface of the water, stirring up the ripples.
The elders and disciples of the peaks thought they had heard it wrong. Then they came to their senses and were shocked speechless.
Jin Sidao's face turned pale.
Fortunately, Jing Jiu just said it casually and didn't do anything.
Then, he didn't go back to Shenmo Peak to see his monkey, nor did he hurry to Tianguang Peak to repair the chair. Instead, he went directly to Xilai Peak.
Seeing the figure heading toward Xilai Peak, people became even more panicked, wondering if the two sides were going to start a war as soon as the Immortal Sect Master came back.
Countless streaks of sword light followed.
Guangyuan Zhenren was extremely worried. He wanted to say something to Jing Jiu, but he found that he couldn't catch up with Jing Jiu's speed. He couldn't help but feel shocked.
There was a slight buzzing sound.
Jing Jiu landed on the square in front of Xilai Peak.
A cool breeze spread out from the white robe and blew in all directions, blowing all the dust that had accumulated in the cracks of the green stone slabs. Like a wave of air, it swept into the distance.
The green pines around the square swayed like waves, and couldn't calm down for a long time.
Fang Jingtian walked out of the dark and gloomy hall slowly. His two extremely long silver eyebrows were swayed by the gentle breeze.
He didn 'Secluded Cultivation, and didn't pretend to do so.
"It's been a long time," said Jing Jiu while looking at him.
Yes, it had been a long time.
One hundred and fifty years ago, he returned to Green Mountain and climbed Shenmo Peak with Zhao Layue.
Since then, Fang Jingtian had been trying to kill him.
When Jingyang's fake abode opened, Fang Jingtian wanted to kill him, but Zen Master's lotus carriage happened to pass by.
During the Battle of Cloud Platform, all the elites of Aoyama came out. Fang Jingtian was in charge of Aoyama. He wanted to kill everyone on Shenmo Peak, but Liu Ada happened to be there.
Jing Jiu was a person who would turn around and leave when he saw the shadow of death. He had experienced many life-or-death crises in this life, but they were all his own choices, and he had prepared for them carefully. Only Fang Jingtian's lethal intent had made him feel threatened.
Because he was still very weak at that time.
Not to mention the Aoyama Sect Leader Ceremony a hundred years ago. In the eyes of the world, he was forced out by Fang Jingtian.
The flames and sword lights were withdrawn. Guangyuan Zhenren landed by Jing Jiu and waved his sleeve backhandedly.
Countless pure sword wills broke through the air and formed a barrier in front of the Grand Hall of Xilai Peak, blocking all the disciples of the third generation outside.
Only the peak masters, the elders of the second generation and those talented disciples who had broken through the Sea State, such as Zhuo Rusui, were allowed to enter the hall.
Senior Master tried to persuade him, "Please calm down, Senior Master. The decision to appoint a new sect master wasn't because Big Brother was greedy for power. It was because you were in a deep sleep in Zhaoge City, and the nine peaks had no master …"
The Elder Mo Chi also came over. He didn't have time to calm down and tried to persuade Jing Jiu, "Master … Master … Master …"
Soon after, Chen Youtian and more and more elders came to the front of Xilai Peak. Most of them didn't dare come forward. Only a few elders with the highest status and seniority surrounded Jing Jiu and tried to persuade him. What they said was reasonable. Yuan Qijing had just left Aoyama not long ago; it would be inexcusable if Aoyama fell into a civil strife. More importantly, the momentum of Aoyama was at its peak. If Aoyama suffered a setback, Zhongzhou School would have a chance to catch its breath.
However, no matter what Guangyuan Zhenren and others said, Jing Jiu didn't give any response. All he did was look at Fang Jingtian in the distance in Silence.
Gradually, the voices of persuasion died down. The simple and honest Elder Mo Chi still didn't want to give up. He said with a blushing face, "Senior Master … Senior Master …"
All of a sudden, Zhuo Rusui stepped forward and helped Elder Mo Chi to take a few steps forward with a smile on his face.
Elder Mo Chi was even more worried. He slapped Zhuo Rusui's head, saying, "It's … serious … serious. Don't make a scene!"
"Ouch!" Zhuo Rusui fell into Elder Mo Chi's arms. "Senior Master, you hit me too hard," he said in a painful tone. "I'm dying …"
Elder Mo Chi was startled, wondering what was going on. He helped Zhuo Rusui sit down hastily.
A cold voice broke the awkward and tense silence in the square.
"You all call him Senior Master today, but what about that year? You still didn't recognize him as the Senior Master even though he had the Will of the Immortal Liu Ci and the Sword Justice said it himself. Why? It was because he had just broken the Sea State back then, and you didn't think he was strong enough to fight. But why don't you doubt him anymore? Is it because of Zen Master's attitude or Senior Master Lian Sanyue's? Neither. It's because he can fight now. "
Countless gazes fell on Zhao Layue, waiting for what she would say next with a strong uneasiness in their hearts.
She looked at Fang Jingtian expressionlessly and said, "If that's the case, why don't we fight today?"
The square in front of Xilai Peak grew even quieter.
Fang Jingtian said appreciatively while looking at Zhao Layue with his silvery eyebrows fluttering slightly, "You're indeed a genius who has reached the upper limit of the Sea State the fastest since the founding of our Aoyama Sect. The sword work of the Aoyama Sect is all about fighting; how can we not fight?" Then, he turned to Jing Jiu and said, "In fact, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Upon hearing this, an uproar broke out in the square. As Guangyuan Zhenren was about to say something, Fang Jingtian raised his right hand and said, "Young brothers, this has nothing to do with you."
No sooner had he said this than Jing Jiu vanished from the square.
Jing Jiu left with the wind after stroking the white cat in Zhao Layue's arms.
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The snow on Shangde Peak didn't melt all year round. Walking among the peaks, one could only see the monotonous white and black rocks except for the green pines and cypresses, which made one feel as if he was in the snowland in the north.
As a breeze suddenly blew up, Jing Jiu and Fang Jingtian landed outside the manor cave, bringing up some snowflakes.
Many years ago, they had lived and cultivated here. Now that they had returned, it was hard to tell what they felt.
"I haven't lived here for a long time, and my Young Sister and the others haven't lived here for a long time. Our Master … was harmed by you two. Speaking of which, we haven't spent much time with our Master." Standing by the cliff's edge, Fang Jingtian looked at the vast mountains outside the snowy fog and said expressionlessly, "But a Master for a day is a father for a lifetime."
Ignoring him, Jing Jiu turned around and walked toward the manor cave.
Fang Jingtian's silvery eyebrows fluttered slightly like the snowflakes. Curling up the corners of his mouth, he revealed a mocking smile and turned around to follow Jing Jiu.
The well leading to the underground Sword Jail was still exuding a faint cold intent, but the old man who used to stand by the well and look down into it was no longer in this world.
"How did Big Brother feel when he left?" asked Fang Jingtian.
Jing Jiu didn't want to talk much with this person, but he was willing to talk more about Yuan Qijing and Liu Ci. "He said he was very happy," he said.
"That's good." Fang Jingtian drifted up and landed at the bottom of the well.
Along with the eternal sunlight, the two figures drifted down to the bottom of the well. It was dry on the ground, devoid of snowflakes and damp accumulated water.
The Dead Dog, who looked like a black mountain, opened his eyes slowly. The expression in his eyes was as profound as ever, but they were calm and gentle.
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(Today I listened to the NetEase Cloud Song of "This Star Comes from Earth" and suddenly heard the familiar prelude. I have listened to the album of Dou Wei's "Dark Dream" many times at the university. I like it very much, and so does my brother-in-law. When my sister was pregnant, we played this song every day at home. Later, when the child was crawling on the ground, we often played this song at home. We have always joked that our niece's prenatal education and preschool education are indeed different from others. The reason why I had such a feeling today is that my precious niece was sitting at the desk next to me, drawing in front of the computer when the music was playing. She is a college student, majoring in drawing. I listened to the song and looked at her, asking her if she still remembers it. She said of course. I don't feel that I'm old, but I feel very good. Though the word "inheritance" is a bit exaggerated, the influence between family members and the older generation is still there. Like Taiping and Fang Jingtian, I had intended to write more about Fang Jingtian, but I deleted them to save space. That's the gist of it. Actually, to change the story, he is Chen Pingping, he is the avenger. I can't say that I like him, because I was stingy and didn't give him any ink. Here, I'll add a few lines to thank him.
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