Though Jing Jiu asked the question casually, Gu Qing felt a sudden clap of thunder in his mind.
His hand holding the teacup froze, and he said in a low voice, "I haven't told Zhen Tao yet … I can't say it out loud."
Zhao Layue glanced at Jing Jiu, wondering why he was so concerned about the relationship between a man and a woman.
Jing Jiu didn't notice her gaze, and continued, "Keep it a secret then, until she or you die."
Zhao Layue glanced at him again, wondering what kind of nonsense he was talking about, but she refrained herself from saying anything.
Jing Jiu continued, "I asked you to come back this time to prepare for the Inauguration Ceremony of the Sect Master. You can go back to Zhaoge City after that."
Gu Qing was very concerned about his Master's affairs. He and Yuan Qu had already sorted out the affairs of the Inauguration Ceremony of the Sect Master one hundred years ago, but there was one troublesome matter that had to be dealt with in advance.
"According to the sect rules, Master, you have to take out the Inherited Heaven Sword …"
Noticing that Jing Jiu's expression didn't change, he continued, "In my opinion, we should amend the sect rules in advance."
As far as Jing Jiu was concerned, the Inherited Heaven Sword was the most threatening existence. Back then, he was forced out of Aoyama by Fang Jingtian and the others because he didn't want to take out the sword.
"It doesn't matter," Jing Jiu said. "The sheath is in my hands. Nobody can take it away from me."
Gu Qing thought it was reasonable. His Master was a figure in the Heavenly Arrival State, and Fang Jingtian was no match for him. Besides, he had the Sword Formation of Aoyama. Who in the world could take the Inherited Heaven Sword away from him?
Now that he had to do something, he had to do it as soon as possible. Jing Jiu drank all the tea in the teacup and went to the Daoist Hall to discuss with Yuan Qu.
Soon, Ping Yong-Ka walked out from the Daoist Hall. Judging from the way he kept turning his head around, it seemed that he was driven out.
"Master …" He walked to the bamboo chair and touched his head, looking nervous. Finally, he plucked up his courage and said, "Are you really going to let me go to the Sword Peak?"
Jing Jiu did not speak. Zhao Layue said, "He didn't go to Tianguang Peak even after he became the Sect Leader."
Ping Yong-Ka understood and couldn't help but be overjoyed. He quickly picked up the iron pot and filled their cups, saying, "But … I don't know anything, I really don't know how to be a Peak Lord."
Zhao Layue said, "Neither will I. And do you think he will be the Sect Leader?"
Jing Jiu glanced at her and knew that it was because of the conversation he had with Gu Qing.
Ping Yong-Ka did not understand the undercurrent between the two masters. He scratched his head and said in distress, "But I don't even know the Old Bird Swordsmanship. How could they …"
Hardly had he finished speaking when Jing Jiu took out a booklet and threw it to him, asking, "Anything else?"
Ping Yong-Ka took out the Empty Sword and said reluctantly and helplessly, "If I don't use the sword, what should I do with it?"
Jing Jiu said, "Whatever."
Ping Yong-Ka glanced at Zhao Layue and finally understood something. He hurriedly bowed and left, running back to the Daoist Hall.
Not long after, mocking laughter came from the Daoist Hall, saying that he had poor eyesight and was ignorant.
The air on Shenmo Peak became relaxed.
Zhao Layue sat at the end of the bamboo chair with the teacup in her hand and asked, "Which of the two things should we deal with first?"
Jing Jiu said, "The Zhongzhou School has experienced so many things, so they should be smarter. They won't do anything until I fight him to the death. So I have to deal with him first."
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…
The quiet mountain village was filled with the smell of cut straws.
The scattered houses and the red lanterns hanging high up in the air diluted the feeling of living in the mountains, giving off an aura of wealth and decadence.
Yin San took a bath in the mountain stream and returned to the farmhouse. He chatted with the short and thin old man for a while and then returned to his own hut.
The furnishings in the hut were very simple. There was only an oil lamp, which was cut very short to save money. The flame was as small as a bean, making the hut very dim.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect sat on the bed with the flame in his eyes as small as a bean.
"Immortal … even if he wants to experience the world of mortals and understand the true meaning, why does he have to … live such a hard life?"
"I've been listening to the scriptures in the Guocheng Temple for many years, but I'm not interested in experiencing the world of mortals. We are indeed similar in this respect."
Yin San draped the wet towel over the back of the chair and said with a smile, "I just want to know how he has lived his life in this life."
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect stroked his sparse hair and said with a rare hint of mockery, "It's said that he has learned everything in only nine days. Don't you think you've stayed here for too long?"
"You mean my talent is not as good as his?" Yin San pushed over a bowl of water and served it as tea. "I've done all these things before, whether it's chopping firewood or harvesting grain. It's just that I've been busy with Cultivation, doing great things, and helping the common people that I've gradually forgotten them. Do you really think I want to learn these things?"
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect picked up the water and took a sip. He smacked his lips and said, "Then what are you doing here? Can you find out what's going on with him in this life by doing these things? "
Yin San pointed between his eyebrows and said, "When I was in the stream just now, I suddenly understood one thing."
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect put the bowl of water back on the shabby table and asked solemnly while staring at him, "What is it?"
Yin San said, "He has lived in the Imperial Palace since he was a child. After he was brought back to Aoyama by the Great Grandmaster, he has only been cultivating and has never done these things. Why does he want to do them? Other than adapting to his body, more importantly … he wants to walk on another path. "
Thinking of the rumors about Jing Jiu in the last one hundred years, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect shook his head and said, "I can't see any difference between him and the Jingyang of the past."
"This is what they call breaking down and building up. Even if nothing seems to have changed, it's still a whole new level," Yin San said with a faint smile, "or rather, a second river."
"What do you mean, Immortal?" the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect asked.
"He is drifting with the current in the second river, but I shouldn't follow him and forget my own river."
Yin San said with a smile, "He cultivates his path, and I destroy my world. That's right."
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect suddenly sensed a bloody smell in the room. He sniffed and rubbed his nose a few times, saying, "Since our paths are different, I'm afraid there will be some obstacles."
Back then, Jing Yang led Yuan Qijing and Liu Ci to stab Taiping Zhenren in the back. Why?
No matter how lazy he was, no matter how indifferent he was to the mortal world, he had to wield his sword when facing the destruction of the world.
"The first time I went to the Underworld was more than seven hundred years ago."
Yin San went on, "I've prepared for it for so many years. I don't believe that he can predict everything. Even if he can, he can't destroy the world; it's because this is my river."
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect was fully aware that they had many followers of Taiping Zhenren in Zhaoge City, Aoyama Sect and other major Cultivation sects even though they seemed to be homeless and homeless. However, even if all of them attacked at the same time, how could they destroy Chaotian?
All of a sudden, a fluttering sound and a few gusts of night wind could be heard outside the room.
The Dark Phoenix strode angrily into the room and said in a sharp voice, "Fang Xiaosi is such an idiot. He doesn't know how to endure humiliation. He has locked him up in the hermit peaks again!"
Yin San got up and walked to the outside of the room. He looked at the distant peaks of Aoyama in the night sky, remaining silent for a long time.
The short and thin old man had fallen asleep a long time ago, snoring blissfully and ignorantly.
All of a sudden, a clamor could be heard somewhere in the village, along with a faint sound of cursing and crying.
Yin San didn't pay any attention to it. He remained silent while looking at the night sky.
The Dark Phoenix flew to the top of the wall and looked at the distant ancestral hall. He knew what had happened, his long tail swaying a few times in a bored manner.
The masters of the Liu Clan caught a widow who had committed adultery with a tenant worker that night, and they were torturing her in the ancestral hall.
It was believed that the adulterous couple would sink to the bottom of the pond when it was late at night.
"A righteous person enjoys abundant support, and an unjust person finds little support. I had thought back then whether I was a righteous person or a lost one."
Yin San suddenly said something that had nothing to do with Fang Jingtian and the ancestral hall of the Liu Clan.
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