The pity in Jing Jiu's eyes was a bit peculiar; it didn't seem to be a pity for the Blue Bird, but a sentiment for the human world.
It was the same when he said it was too late.
The Blue Bird strolled to the edge of the chessboard and looked at the outside of the cliff. Thinking of Taiping Zhenren whom she had just left and tens of thousands of years on the Cloud-Dream Mountain, a complicated emotion showed in her eyes.
She was fully aware that Jing Jiu wouldn't allow her to find Bai Zhenren; it was because it was too dangerous.
Even the Pagoda of Suppressing Devils of the Immortal Tan had been set up by the Bai family. Nobody could tell what tricks the Zhongzhou School had set up on the Green Sky Mirror.
Who should stop Bai Zhenren then? Or, like what Jing Jiu said, it was too late?
Outside the cliff was the ocean of clouds, which looked even whiter under the starlight. There was a large patch of empty space on the other side of the ocean of clouds, which was where the Shangde Peak had been.
Right now, it was a black ground. The cliff rocks were extremely dense, and the surface was very smooth. It looked like a huge black jade plate.
Countless strands of cold intent seeped out from the black jade plate, turning the watery mist into tiny snowflakes and falling down. As a result, there were no clouds on the ground.
The Queen of the Snowy Kingdom didn't swallow all the cold source at the bottom of the Shangde Peak, so a small part of it remained.
The Dead Dog crouched quietly in the middle of the large black jade plate, looking like a black stone statue that was integrated with the ground. He exuded a sacred aura, and also a sense of solemn and respectful beauty.
No disciple of Green Mountain dared stare directly at this Principal Guard, who was like a god and devil. The Green Girl's gaze was quite eye-catching.
The Dead Dog turned his head toward the top of the Shenmo Peak, expressing his intention with a calm and nonchalant expression in his eyes.
Jing Jiu said, "You have to guard the Sword Jail here; you can't go out."
The Dead Dog didn't feel displeased after being refused, but the expression in his eyes showed a hint of bewilderment.
Ada scratched Jing Jiu with his paw, reminding him that he had said something wrong, wondering if Jing Jiu could speak properly.
The Shanghai Peak was gone, and so was the Sword Jail. What was there left to guard?
"You have to defend Aoyama." Jing Jiu corrected himself. "And it's really too late."
What was it that was too late? Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui were not thinking about it, Que Niang was still thinking about the game of Go, and Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu were more and more baffled. Even if Bai Zhenren didn't die, what was there to be afraid of? Zhongzhou School would be in turmoil because of this, which was also the hardship of Zhongzhou School. What did it have to do with the Aoyama Sect? Could it be that she dared to kill her way to their doorstep? Was she more powerful than the Great Grandmaster Taiping and the Fairy Lady Bai Ren?
Jing Jiu ignored the confusion of his disciples and closed his eyes to rest on the bamboo chair.
A splendid sword fire emerged from the cut on his earlobe, which looked like an earring made of precious stones, shining brightly under the starlight.
The sword fire burned for a long time before it gradually disappeared, and the tiny wound stopped bleeding. By then, the morning sunlight had shone on the dilapidated peaks of Aoyama.
Jing Jiu opened his eyes. He was not as tired as he had been the night before.
Zhao Layue stared into his eyes and asked, "Are you really all right?"
"Yes, I won't die."
Jing Jiu reached out his hand and stroked her head. Then he leapt up into the air and left the top of Shenmo Peak.
The clouds and fog dispersed abruptly, revealing the true appearance of the Sword Peak. The collapsed cliffs looked like countless twisted and deformed roads, leaning against each other in a miserable manner.
Jing Jiu landed in front of a cliff wall high above, and saw countless flying swords and the young man in the swords.
Standing in the midst of the flying swords, Ping Yong-Ka looked pale and at a loss of what to do. Seeing Jing Jiu, he yelled joyfully, "Master! Master! You're finally here! "
Jing Jiu waved his hand, and the flying swords returned to the cracks and piles of rocks on the cliffs with a dense sound of breaking through the air, continuing to receive the nourishment of the Qi of Heaven and Earth.
Ping Yong-Ka ran over and said with a trace of lingering fear, "Yesterday, these swords went crazy and followed the white monster to the sky. After killing the fairy, they came back and trapped me. I don't know what they want to do."
Jing Jiu looked at him in Silence for a long time, and suddenly said, "I told them to do so."
Ping Yong-Ka was startled, but he didn't ask why his Master wanted him to do so. He just answered honestly, "Oh."
Jing Jiu suddenly reached out his hand and stroked his head, saying, "Do you know why I want you to be the master of the Sword Peak?"
Feeling the palm on his head, Ping Yong-Ka felt extremely happy. It should be noted that this was the privilege of Senior Master Aunt and Big Brother Liu in the past. He answered subconsciously, "Isn't it because I'm talented enough to cultivate the Shapeless Sword Body?"
Jing Jiu looked at him and asked with a faint smile, "When did you cultivate it?"
Ping Yong-Ka was speechless, thinking that he had been sleeping in the Sword Peak all these years, which couldn't be counted as cultivation. He said with some embarrassment, "But it can't be because I'm cheap, can it? I'm not Big Brother Zhuo. "
Jing Jiu didn't explain, but said instead, "There's something I want you to do, but I need to ask for your permission."
You've always ordered us to do things. When have you ever been so polite?
Sensing his seriousness, Ping Yong-Ka couldn't help but feel a great pressure, wondering what it was.
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Bai Zhenren rode the Fire Carp into the Underworld.
The Fire Carp had vaguely guessed what she intended to do. His spiritual soul trembled, not because of excitement, but because of fear.
He had lived in the fire source at the bottom of the Gathered-Soul Valley for tens of thousands of years, but he hadn't seen many human beings, so he didn't have much affection for them. Yet, he felt reluctant when he thought that someone like the Eldest Young Master Zhang might die. He summoned up his courage and advised her, "Immortal, what you're doing is against the natural order, and I'm afraid it's a hindrance to the path toward heaven. Besides, our Zhongzhou School is a famous sect and the leader of the orthodox sects; how can we do such a thing?"
The Fire Carp opened and closed his mouth in the water of the Underworld River, spitting out many bubbles with the peculiar glow of the soul-fires.
"I went to Zhaoge City with my mother more than seven hundred years ago. It was the first time I came out of the mountains, and I saw the scene where the King Of The Underworld was locked in the Fiend Prison."
Bai Zhenren went on with a faint smile, "You, a stupid fish, have never seen the behavior of the orthodox sects."
It was extremely chaotic in Chaotian at the time, and so was the Cultivation circle, especially in Aoyama.
Taiping Zhenren was the master of the Shangde Peak of the Aoyama Sect in name, but he was actually marginalized. If he hadn't brought the new King Of The Underworld to the surface of the earth and made a great contribution to the human race, he would have been killed by those old weirdos on Mochen Peak for some random reason.
Yet, it was thought that he wouldn't be happy about it. It was because the King Of The Underworld was locked in the Fiend Prison, and he was forced to become a traitor who betrayed his friend.
That was why he went to that restaurant to drink wine.
That was why Liu Ci came all the way from Aoyama and poured wine for him while standing by his side.
She and her mother stood on the South-Heaven Gate at the time and looked at the scene in the restaurant from a distance, feeling that this pair of master and disciple were quite pitiful.
It was then that Taiping Zhenren changed his mind.
What about herself?
When did she make up her mind?
Thinking of the past events, Bai Zhenren asked while looking at the patch of blue in the distance, "Do you want to play this Go game with me?"
The Underworld Master landed on the other side of the white pebble beach, his whole body exuding the smell of soul-fires. It looked like he had exhausted a great deal of energy after traveling a thousand miles.
Looking at Bai Zhenren, he said with a baffled expression, "I don't understand why you did it."
"It's because it's very interesting," said Bai Zhenren.
The whole of Chaotian thought she was the most uninteresting person; but they didn't know that it was because she had never revealed her true intention.
The Underworld Master said, "My Teacher didn't succeed; how could you succeed?"
Bai Zhenren said, "The game between Taiping and Jingyang looks like the latter will win all the games; but if I play the Go piece now, the final game will be in the middle. Jingyang doesn't even have a Go piece left; how can he defeat me?"
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