The mountains in the hermit peaks were especially green, and the sky was especially blue. They looked so perfect that they looked like something out of a painting.
The most important event in the history of the Aoyama Sect and even in the history of Chaotian was taking place in these picturesque peaks that day.
There were only two participants in this event, but there were a few spectators.
Jing Jiu and Taiping Zhenren arrived in the hermit peaks, followed by the Inherited Heaven Sword and the Sword Formation of Aoyama. Those hermit elders, who hadn't paid attention to the affairs of the mortal world and didn't see anybody for many years, sensed the energy of the sword formation, feeling astonished. They walked out of the manor caves where they stayed behind closed doors and looked in the distance from the peaks.
An impatient elder asked in a loud voice, "What's going on? Why is the sword formation in the hermit peaks? Has Aoyama been wiped out? Are we hiding in the ocean? "
On a peak one mile away, another hermit elder said icily, "If this is Lelang County, I object! The Yuan Clan has a grand plan, so we have to stay away from them. "
Another aged and bewildered voice rang out, "What year is it? How did Aoyama end up in such a situation? "
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In a remote manor cave, Fang Jingtian opened his eyes slowly, a hint of tiredness and pain showing in the deep end of his eyes.
He and Jing Jiu had fought for a long time in the hermit peaks for the sake of contending for the sect master of Aoyama, and he had been wounded severely. He couldn't recover without a few hundred years of hard work, but did he have a few hundred years left?
The voices of the elders in the hermit peaks reached his ears, making him feel surprised. He thought that these useless old guys didn't pay any attention to him when he and Jing Jiu fought so fiercely back then; but why did they all come out today? In the next moment, he sensed the Sword Formation of Aoyama, his expression changing abruptly as he murmured, "Is my Master back?"
He stood up with difficulty, walked to the front of the cliff wall while holding the wall, and opened the manor cave.
As he came out of the manor cave, he saw the two figures by the cliff's edge.
They were not Taiping Zhenren and Jing Jiu, but two figures of different sizes.
The black dog was like a mountain, and the white cat was like the snow in the mountains.
Looking at this scene, Fang Jingtian revealed a bitter smile. Not to mention the fact that his realm had not recovered, even if his injuries were completely healed, he would not be able to help his master.
The voices of those hermit elders were still echoing in the hermit peaks. After tens of thousands of years of silence, this place suddenly became lively again.
The Dead Dog barked once toward the outside of the cliff, a disgusted expression showing in his eyes.
This shout was more like a roar.
The wind howled, and the sound waves rushed far away, instantly resounding in every corner of the hermit peaks.
The expressions of the hidden elders changed abruptly, and they hurriedly saluted, "Greetings, Lord Night Howler."
No matter how high the seniority of those elders was, they were still not as high as it was. No matter how high the realms of those elders were, they were still not as high as it.
The howls of the Dead Dog conveyed a clear message: Aoyama hadn't been wiped out, so they should all be quiet.
As expected, the elders all quietened down.
Squatting at the edge of the cliff, Ada meowed softly, looking very proud.
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It was a comfortable stroll to walk among the green grass and the white clouds.
If the two of them were not holding the Inherited Heaven Sword in their hands, the conversation would be more interesting.
"I still don't understand why you betrayed me back then. Was it because I attacked your elder brother?"
"I've been nurtured by the world for a thousand years, so I can't bear to see it destroyed. This is the cause and effect."
"The Cultivation practitioners have to cut off the cause and effect."
"Compared to cutting off the cause and effect, it's more appropriate to cut off the cause and effect. And I don't like what you've done. You seek longevity, and you hate death the most. You've killed so many people; how can I feel happy about it?"
"The world thinks that you only know how to stay behind closed doors and don't care about the affairs of the world; but they don't know your temperament of killing people with one swing of your sword. Many humans and monsters have died by your sword. "
"I just find it troublesome. I don't like to reason with them, so I kill them. The mortals in the world didn't offend me, so why should I kill them?"
"The ants can't offend you. This indicates that we are not the same kind of people as those mortals, so why should we care about their lives?"
"You said a few hundred years ago that we are the shepherds, and the mortals are the sheep; but this is wrong."
Taiping Zhenren looked at Jing Jiu on the other side of the Inherited Heaven Sword and asked, "What's wrong?"
Jing Jiu said, "The shepherds and the sheep are two different lives, but the Cultivation practitioners and the mortals can have offspring, which means they are the same kind of people."
He didn't like to reason with people, because it was too troublesome. He had only said this to Zhao Layue when they were in the lake outside Zhaoge City.
Taiping Zhenren learned the answer many years later. He fell silent for a long time.
"Is it important to convince me?" asked Jing Jiu while staring into his eyes.
Taiping Zhenren sighed and said, "I regarded you as my true successor back then; so it's important to convince you."
"It's true that I was taught by you, but it doesn't mean that I have to accept everything you have and follow the same path as you." Looking at the green mountains in front of him that looked like sand dunes, Jing Jiu said, "Some of your students are like you, and some are different from you; but my students are all different from me. I thought I was better than you in this aspect."
The students who were like Taiping Zhenren were the Underworld Master, Fang Jingtian, and the higher-ups of Bulao Lin hidden in various sects, and those who were willing to sacrifice themselves for his ideals. But Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing couldn't accept his path. Guangyuan Zhenren, Nan Wang, and Mo Chi respected and loved him, but they couldn't stand on his side completely.
Looking at the blue sky, Taiping Zhenren said with narrowed eyes, "Even if you don't want to be the second me and think my idea is wrong, it doesn't mean you have to oppose me … What were you thinking when you pierced the Lone Sword into my back that year?"
"Why? It's because I still have a cause and effect in this world, so I can't watch you finish your task. As for this life … it's the same reason, especially after I found out that the Formation of Dispersed Smoke and Clouds was problematic. " Jing Jiu looked at him and said calmly, "Everybody has their own path, but your path can't influence mine."
"Even if what I'm pursuing is the true path?" asked Taiping Zhenren.
Jing Jiu said, "The path is toward the sky. Let's go our own way. Don't bother me." … …
The white clouds were drifting slowly in the blue sky.
His calm and resolute voice was the same.
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Fang Jingtian walked to the edge of the cliff and sat down by Ada.
A man, a dog, and a cat were watching the conversation in the distant field.
They wouldn't participate in the fight that day. One had no choice, the cat was afraid, and the dog was respectful.
Ada suddenly meowed once, his eyes full of mockery. "Don't you think they look like two little kids quarreling?" he said through the spiritual awareness.
The expression in the Dead Dog's eyes was warm and calm, smiling without saying a word.
Fang Jingtian remarked sentimentally, "If this were a quarrel between two little kids, it would be the most dangerous one in the world."
Ada gazed in that direction without blinking his eyes, meowing in a low and urgent voice.
"Did Taiping Zhenren use the old sword style of Mochen Peak just now?"
"Hmm, Senior Master used the Endless Sword style."
"This sword style is so formidable, but I don't have any impression of it."
"This should be a secret sword style of the No-Mercy Sect. Senior Master has a good relationship with the No-Mercy Sect, so he must have learned it in secret and intended to use it at this critical moment. It's truly insidious."
"Meow? How do you explain your Master's move, the thunder magic of the Zhongzhou School? "
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Fang Jingtian was right. If the quarrel between Taiping Zhenren and Jing Jiu was a quarrel between two little kids, it would be the most dangerous quarrel in history.
It was not only because the result of this quarrel would change the shape of the whole world, but also because their hands and eyes weren't idle while they were talking.
Countless sword wills were dancing in the air, and the sword styles of the nine peaks of Aoyama and even earlier showed up one after another. The formidable sword wills in the mountains and fields shattered the wild flowers. Boom!!!
Boom!!! Countless flashes of lightning appeared out of nowhere, leaving countless scorched marks on the grass, which were the marks left by the magic methods.
Even the most complicated formations had bloomed between their fingers like flowers, drifting toward the opposite side.
The two figures drifted among the sword wills and the formations in the sky.
They were the two most talented swordsmen in the history of the Aoyama Sect and even the Cultivation circle.
It was easy to imagine what would happen when they employed all the magic methods they had learned in their entire lives at a distance of a sword.
Those elders who were watching the fight in the distance were stunned speechless, feeling a great deal of fear.
The expression on Fang Jingtian's face suddenly changed, as he exclaimed, "Are they the mosquitoes of the Fiend Prison?"
In the distance, Taiping Zhenren retreated a few steps back, as if he had encountered a difficult problem.
All of a sudden, the sound of flute rang out in the hermit peaks, and then vanished abruptly.
The expression on Fang Jingtian's face softened a bit, but the expression in Ada's eyes grew grave, and he meowed twice in disdain.
"It turns out that your Master has been prepared for this. He has used the bone flute to create a soundless sword. Those mosquitoes are most afraid of this. He is truly cunning."
"Sorry, but who used the mosquitoes?"
"You should be content. Jingyang didn't use the Seal of the King Of The Underworld to smash your Master's head; it's already a great honor for him."
"The Seal of the King Of The Underworld is something given by the King Of The Underworld to my Master for safekeeping. If the Senior Master used it to hit my Master, wouldn't it be too shameless?"
"Do you think the two of them care about being shameless? What are they talking about at the moment? Why are they chatting so enthusiastically? "
"My Master must have employed the Two-Mind Connection, and the Senior Master has employed the Heaven-Human Connection."
"The duel between the two grandmasters of the Aoyama Sect has turned into a duel between Shui Yue Nunnery in the Guocheng Temple. Tsk, tsk. What do you think is going on?"
All of a sudden, a violent wind whipped up. The Dead Dog stood up abruptly and stared at the distance with a grave expression in his eyes.
Ada and Fang Jingtian didn't know what had happened, but they felt uneasy.
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