Seeing that drop of blood, many people couldn't help but exclaim. Nan Wang was about to come over to have a look, but he stopped as if he thought of something.
Jing Jiu waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to pay attention to it. He looked at Fang Jingtian and asked, "Now that your Master is dead, what do you think?"
Fang Jingtian thought for a long time and said, "If I can cure my injury, I will still find a way to take revenge."
Jing Jiu asked, "What if I have already left by then?"
Everyone knew that he was talking about ascending.
Strangely enough, no matter whether it was the disciples of Aoyama or the cultivators of other sects, they never doubted whether he could ascend again from the moment they confirmed that he was the Immortal Jingyang.
Fang Jingtian said, "Then everything will be over."
"Hmm, then take the three of them to Xilai Peak to rest," Jing Jiu said, pointing to the three reclusive elders who had walked out of the hermit peaks.
Fang Jingtian was silent for a while and said, "Yes … Uncle Master."
His silver eyebrows danced in the night wind, looking like the Stream of Sword Washing in the distance.
Jing Jiu turned to look at Guo Nanshan and said, "You arrange for someone to clean up."
He didn't mean the Daoist Hall of Xilai Peak, but the peaks of Aoyama.
Today, the peaks had suffered several catastrophes. Many cliffs had collapsed, and at least tens of thousands of ancient trees had been broken. It was a scene of desolation. The fairyland of Taoism in the past was nowhere to be seen.
Even though the Aoyama Sect was full of Cultivation practitioners, it would take a long time to repair these things.
Everyone knew that Jing Jiu had chosen Gu Qing as the next sect master, but now he asked Guo Nanshan to do these things, which inevitably led to some speculation.
Only Guo Nanshan and the people of Shenmo Peak knew that it was because he had more important things for Gu Qing to do.
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…
Back at the Shenmo Peak, Jing Jiu ascertained that Gu Qing wouldn't die anytime soon even though he was severely wounded. He told Gu Qing a few things and then drove him back to Zhaoge City.
Looking at the solemn expression on Gu Qing's face as he left and the drop of blood on Jing Jiu's earlobe, the atmosphere at the top of Shenmo Peak became even more tense.
With a soft thud, the drop of blood fell to the ground.
A part of Jing Jiu's earlobe was missing.
Seeing this scene, everyone was extremely shocked.
Over the past 100 years, no matter how strong Jing Jiu had encountered or how badly injured he had been, it had been difficult for his body to have any wounds. It was because he was the reincarnation of the All in One Sword.
However, he had suffered a severe injury in the heaven-shaking duel with Nan Qü back then, and a part of his earlobe was cut off.
A similar scene had happened again today. How badly was he injured today?
Zhao Layue was prepared for this. She arrived by Jing Jiu's side after a few sword lights came out from her sleeve. She reached out her right hand as fast as lightning and pinched his earlobe.
"I won't die," said Jing Jiu.
He had destroyed the Sword Formation of Aoyama, killed his Big Brother, and lifted the Sword-Washing Stream to hit the Fairy Lady. He had to pay a price for it.
Since he said he wouldn't die, it meant that he wouldn't die. However, Liu Shisui and the others couldn't set their minds at ease, especially when they found Jing Jiu had a grave expression on his face.
This was a rare emotion for Jing Jiu.
It was well known that neither Taiping Zhenren came to Jing Jiu's side through Liu Shisui nor the Fairy Lady descended from the sky that day.
It was probably because Jing Jiu had expected those events, but what he was thinking about at the moment was something beyond the sand table.
"What's going on? Why is the atmosphere so depressing? Haven't we won yet? "
Zhuo Rusui thought that even though Aoyama had been turned into a garbage dump and the Sword Formation and Shangde Peak had paid a heavy price, they had killed the Great Grandmaster Taiping, eliminated the greatest threat of the Aoyama Sect, and killed the Fairy Lady of Zhongzhou School and Bai Zhenren, achieving an unimaginable victory.
As the gentle wind blew, Apiao appeared in front of Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu said, "Cao Yuan should be in the East Ocean. You go and tell him that Bai Yuan might have entered the Underworld. Take him to the Underworld and try to kill her."
The black hair on Apiao's forehead tousled slightly, as she said nervously, "Even if I bring the Broadsword King with me, I don't think we can kill Bai Zhenren …"
Jing Jiu said, "Tong Yan is in the Underworld. Let him persuade the Underworld Master to join us. He was taught by Bai Zhenren, so he should know how to kill him."
The Drifter sighed and said, "Alright, but how can I go there?"
Jing Jiu said, "Shui Yue Nunnery's sedan is waiting for you outside the mountain. I've talked to the Chief Nun about it."
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…
It turned out that the conversation before the departure of the small green curtain sedan had a deeper meaning.
Apiao walked out of the cliff and drifted forward in the ocean of clouds, soon disappearing into the starry night.
Yet, the group was more surprised by another matter.
By now they realized that Bai Zhenren was not dead. What was the reason for the dispersed clouds and fog?
Zhao Layue asked, "Is it possible that the person in the clouds and fog is a substitute? How could he hide it from you and the Immortal Tan? And why did the Immortal Tan spit up blood in the end? "
"The Pagoda of Suppressing Devils is quite peculiar," said Jing Jiu. "It should be a counterattack set up by Bai Yuan for him. The Immortal Tan was indeed wounded severely."
Zhao Layue said while staring into his eyes, "If Bai Zhenren is still alive, it means that he hasn't finished his work yet."
Jing Jiu walked to the edge of the cliff and looked at the distance under the starry sky, saying, "It's more likely that all his previous work has been wasted."
Zhao Layue followed him to the edge of the cliff while pinching his earlobe. She followed his line of sight and looked at the distance, murmuring, "What does he intend to do?"
That patch of clouds and fog must be an advanced magic method of the Zhongzhou School, and the forbidding formation on the Immortal Tan was set up on the Pagoda of Suppressing Devils. All these indicated that Bai Zhenren had predicted everything.
But, since she had predicted everything, why did she come to Aoyama so calmly and invite the Fairy Lady Bai Ren back according to Jing Jiu's prediction?
Regardless of how much benefit her scheme could bring to the Zhongzhou School, it was not worth the loss of a fairy lady.
Jing Jiu patted the back of her hand, indicating that she could let go of it now.
Zhao Layue pulled back her right hand and wiped it on her sleeve.
Jing Jiu turned to Que Niang and said, "Tong Yan won't come back for a while. You play a game of Go with me."
Nobody knew why he suddenly wanted to play Go at such a critical moment.
Even the number one chess player in the world, Tong Yan, was no match for him; but the people on Shenmo Peak were well aware that he had never liked playing Go.
Liu Shisui suddenly recalled that his Young Master, who also didn't like music, suddenly played a piece of music on the bone flute outside Zhaoge City last year. Was there a connection between the two events?
Que Niang didn't know why her Teacher wanted to play Go, but she didn't feel as excited as before. She walked over anxiously.
Yuan Qu brought out a table and a stool as quickly as he could.
Jing Jiu took out a bamboo chair and lay down on it tiredly, saying, "You go first."
Que Niang didn't dare think too much about it, and put a black Go piece on the Go board hastily.
Jing Jiu took a white Go piece and put it on the board.
All the people on Shenmo Peak, including Zhuo Rusui … didn't know anything about zither, chess, calligraphy or painting, so they couldn't understand the game; but they knew it must have a profound meaning. As such, they gathered around the table and watched the game intently with wide eyes.
Fortunately, Jing Jiu put down the Go piece very quickly. Que Niang understood what he meant, and responded as quickly as she could. It didn't take long for the game to end.
Que Niang was under a great deal of pressure as her opponent was Jing Jiu. Her face was a bit pale, and her temples were wet with sweat.
Zhuo Rusui took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it to her, asking, "Who won?"
Que Niang glanced at him gloomily, wondering who could win against her Teacher.
Liu Shisui and the others also glanced at Zhuo Rusui, wondering if he was trying to find something to talk about.
Zhao Layue thought the handkerchief was probably used to wipe the Swallowing Boat Sword, but she didn't want to tell Que Niang about it.
The black and white Go pieces intertwined, looking rather complicated.
Jing Jiu remained silent for a long time while looking at the Go board.
It was quite normal for him to win.
But the silence was abnormal.
A fluttering sound broke out.
The Blue Bird landed on the Go board, looking at Jing Jiu with fear in its eyes, but it was also full of courage.
Jing Jiu lifted his head and touched its head with his finger, saying with pity, "Though you are the fastest, it's still too late."
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