Jingyang and Jing Jiu stared at each other inside and outside the portrait. It was obvious that the one standing outside the portrait looked better.
Jing Jiu was no longer the Jingyang he used to be, but his strength was no different from Jingyang's.
When Nan Wang heard Jing Jiu say, "Let's do it today," she had this thought. She shook her head slightly and walked out of the small building.
The sunlight shone through the thin fog in the mountains and the branches and leaves on the trees, falling on a nameless stream, giving off a faint and disordered glow, just like her sword string and her mood at the moment.
Her white bare feet stepped on the rocks by the stream, bringing her body up quickly, looking like a beautiful mountain ghost.
The crisp sound of the silver bell sounded like her laughter in the past.
Judging from her appearance, she was still the young girl from the southern barbarians, but in fact, she was not.
When they arrived at the top of the peak, there was a large black rock. A flowering tree grew in front of the rock, and many exquisite and lovely wine jars were piled up under the tree.
It turned out that this was Qingrong Peak.
Nan Wang took out a jar of wine from somewhere and threw it behind him.
Pah!!! The jar of wine landed precisely in Jing Jiu's hand.
Hundreds of years had passed, but the two of them still cooperated so well, as smooth as flowing water.
Jing Jiu looked at the jar of wine in his hand. After some thought, he opened the jar and took a sip of the wine.
Seeing this, Nan Wang's expression became gentler. She walked back to Jing Jiu, took the jar of wine and took a big gulp, exhaling a sweet smell of wine. "I burned your remains in that manor cave not because I hated you and wanted to burn your bones and scatter your ashes," she said softly. "Those two kids don't understand you, but do you think I don't? Let me cut off all the karma of your previous life for you. "
Most of the people who had a close relationship with Jingyang in her previous life were dead, and she was the only one who was still alive.
Having heard what Nan Wang said, Jing Jiu remained silent for a while, and then uttered "hmm".
At the Three-Thousand Nunnery, Jing Jiu said that he knew that Nan Wang hated him so much … He said it on purpose.
How could he not understand that she understood him?
Nan Wang said expressionlessly, "Don't learn from Liu Ci."
Jing Jiu said, "Um … OK."
Nan Wang continued, "Today, when I met you at the pavilion, I wanted to tell you that the one I like is Jingyang, not the current Jing Jiu. However, after thinking about it carefully, this is just an excuse for a shy girl to avoid being rejected by a man. Why would I, Nan Wang, do such a thing? I like you, no matter if you were the Jingyang of the past or the Jing Jiu of the present … But since you're leaving, what's the point of saying all this? We can't let you stay and wait for us. "
It was true that Jingyang didn't wait for Lian Sanyue back then, and he wouldn't wait for anyone this time, which seemed to include Zhao Layue.
Jing Jiu said, "Tell them to go to Shangde Peak."
Nan Wang shook her head, saying, "I'm not going."
After a moment of silence, Jing Jiu took the jar of wine from her hand and took a sip, as a farewell.
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The sky was clear and cloudless that day.
The clouds were drifting quietly among the peaks.
It was a good day for ascension.
The whole of the Cultivation circle and even the whole of Chaotian had been waiting for this day ever since Jing Jiu defeated the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean.
They had been waiting in Aoyama since early in the morning because they were worried that they would miss the time.
Thousands of Cultivation practitioners walked out from the Daoist halls on Shiyue Peak and Xilai Peak after they received the confirmation that day.
Compared to the time of ascension more than one hundred years ago, the guests at Aoyama had changed a lot. Yuan Qijing and Liu Ci were dead, and so was Pei Baifa. The two most formidable figures in the Underworld were dead, and the Grandmaster of the Platanus Sect, Jing Shu, was dead as well.
It was a different world when the wind rose.
It was probably because of this reason that Zen Master didn't come this time. (These two sentences were copied from the book by Lin Tianxuan.)
Yet, it was still crowded, even more so than last time.
All the famous Cultivation sects in this story had come to Aoyama, without missing a single one.
The important figures of Chaotian had arrived one after another. The first one to arrive was the Emperor Jing Yao, followed by the small green curtain sedan.
When those Cultivation practitioners arrived at Shangde Peak under the guidance of the disciples of Aoyama, they found that the legend was true … Shangde Peak had become a flat land.
The Shangde Peak, which used to be covered with white snow and green pine trees, had become a huge black jade plate with a radius of one square mile.
Silently, a huge black dog crouched in the middle of the black jade plate, looking like a peak.
Or, he would be the Shangde Peak in the future.
The Cultivation practitioners of various sects knew that he was the legendary Principal Guard of Aoyama, the Master Night Howler.
Thinking of the scene of the Heavenly Dog eating the sun when Jing Jiu and Bai Zhenren were engaged in a desperate battle, and thinking of the rumored Heavenly Dog's unparalleled magic power and ruthlessness, the people couldn't help but feel intimidated. They bowed to him from a distance, not daring to approach him.
"Greetings, House Master."
"Greetings, Saint."
A commotion broke out among the peaks. The Cultivation practitioners of various sects bowed in a certain direction, showing their genuine respect.
The person who came was the House Master of Yimaozhai, Bu Qiuxiao, and the scholars of the house. In this battle of the destruction of the world, Yimaozhai had paid the heaviest price, just like what he had done in many previous major events. Even Bu Qiuxiao's favorite student, Xi Yiyun, had died at the hands of Bai Zhenren.
Soon after, the people of the Platanus Sect and the Mirror Sect also arrived. Sitting in the wheelchair, the Master of the Platanus Sect, Chen Xueqiao, didn't have the patience to exchange pleasantries with the Cultivation practitioners of other sects. All she did was look at the deep part of Aoyama with a peculiar glow in her eyes, as if she was trying to guess which peak was Jing Jiu's residence.
The reopening of the No-Mercy Sect received a grand welcome; it was because they were the staunchest ally of the Aoyama Sect, and it was also because of the long talk between Jing Jiu and Peng Lang that night. Looking at the young sect master walking in the front, the Cultivation practitioners of various sects were astounded, wondering if the rumor was true.
If this young sect master named Peng Lang was already in the Heavenly Arrival State, wouldn't he be even more formidable than the Immortal Jingyang?
The Zhongzhou School was even more astounded. Nobody expected that the Aoyama Sect, which had formed a blood feud with the Aoyama Sect, would send someone to attend the ceremony. What was even more unexpected was that the person walking in the front was Tong Yan …
Even the Zhongzhou School had come, so the Kunlun Sect and those small sects in the north wouldn't be left behind. Many free-traveling practitioners had plucked up their courage and barged into the ceremony. To their surprise, the Aoyama Sect didn't expel them. Fortunately, the black jade plate that the Shangde Peak had turned into was really large. No matter how many people stood on it, they looked like sesame seeds.
Yet, the Aoyama Sect was bustling with activity.
Amid the bustling activity, nobody noticed that a person wearing a conical hat had walked under a large tree.
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…
A red line appeared in the tranquil sea of clouds. It was the light and shadow of the Thoughtless Sword.
Jing Jiu landed on the huge black jade plate.
The mountain peaks suddenly became silent. Everyone stood up and looked at him.
His fluttering white robe was extremely eye-catching.
Behind him stood Zhao Layue, Liu Shisui, Yuan Qu, Que Niang, Ping Yong-ka, Apiao and Zhuo Rusui.
More sword lights fell on the black jade plate. There were second-generation elders such as Guangyuan Zhenren, Mei Li and Chi Yan. There were also third-generation disciples such as Guo Nanshan, Gu Han, Lei Il-kyung, Lin Wuzhi and Yao Songshan. There were also some young disciples whose names even Yuan Qu couldn't remember. Even Fang Jingtian and the three elders of the hermit peaks had come.
Jing Jiu walked to the front of the Dead Dog with the white cat in his arms, and found a comfortable place to sit down, waving his hand.
Guangyuan Zhenren understood his intention, and led the members of the Aoyama Sect to disperse.
Zhao Layue, Liu Shisui and the others sat down not far away.
Thousands of Cultivation practitioners bowed respectfully and then sat down.
Under the gazes of countless people, Jing Jiu lowered his head, stroking the cat slowly with his right hand. He didn't intend to speak, as if he were waiting for someone.
Ada enjoyed the moment with narrowed eyes, wondering who in the world was qualified to make him wait.
Many people had the same question as Ada; but fortunately, the puzzle was solved soon.
A large hole broke open in the thick sea of clouds, bringing up a gust of wind that sounded like a bell.
The gust of wind fell on the Dead Dog, making his black hair wave like the waves of wheat. Meanwhile, it washed away all the gravel and dust on the black jade plate.
A large Buddha statue with mottled golden paint appeared in front of the Dead Dog, standing not far away from the side of Jing Jiu. "Sorry for being late," said the Buddha statue in a deep and perfect voice.
Compared to Jing Jiu, this large Buddha statue was extremely large, giving off a dignified and intimidating aura.
Compared to the Dead Dog, this large Buddha statue was like the statues in the shrines worshiped by the mortals in their homes, looking rather adorable.
The Cultivation practitioners of various sects who had just sat down stood up again, bowing respectfully to the large Buddha statue.
After the world-ending battle between Taiping Zhenren and Bai Zhenren, many secrets of the Cultivation world had been uncovered, including the golden body of the Broadsword King Cao Yuan. But this was the first time for many Cultivation practitioners to see it with their own eyes; they couldn't help but feel amazed and speechless.
Yet, no matter how marvelous and astounded they were, they had to control their emotions, because the focus of the day was on Jing Jiu.
Tong Yan turned up her palm, and the Scenic-Cloud Bell flew up from her palm, hovering in midair.
Cao Yuan flicked his finger in the air, and the broadsword will turned into a gust of strong wind, landing on the Scenic-Cloud Bell precisely.
Whoosh!!! Countless thunderous sounds spread out in all directions, passing through the peaks of Aoyama and arriving in every corner of Chaotian, and even the deep part of the ocean and the Royal Palace in the Alien Land.
As a result, the whole world knew that the time was up.
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