Jing Jiu had not saluted for many years.
His Grandmaster, Reverend Daoyuan, left very early, and his Master, Reverend Chenzhou, soon followed suit.
Those martial uncles in Aoyama were either killed by him and his senior martial brother, or imprisoned in the Sword Jail.
Since then, he had become the person of the highest generation in Chaotian, so he had no need to bow to anybody.
However, General Li's seniority was much higher than his.
General Li's full name was Li Chunyang.
His Daoist name was the Immortal Chunyang when he was in Chaotian.
It was the Chunyang Zhenren who joined hands with a certain Emperor to defeat the Underworld Army in Ōzawa, and thus brought peace between the human world and the Underworld for two thousand years.
Chun Yang Zhenren was the fourteenth Sect Master of Aoyama Sect, the last Sword Celestial to ascend, and the master of Dao Yuan Zhenren.
Li was a common family name, and five of the ascendants in Chaotian had the surname Li. Jing Jiu had thought of these four at the beginning, but he didn't expect the Immortal Chunyang to be one of them. It had nothing to do with any other reason. He just did not want this matter to be related to the ascenders of Aoyama, and he did not want to face his Great Grandmaster.
Whether he wanted to or not, he had to accept this fact the moment he saw General Li at Tianguang Peak.
By the time the Immortal Daoyuan brought him back to Aoyama from the Royal Palace of Zhaoge City, the Immortal Chunyang had already ascended.
He had never seen this Great Grandmaster Teacher before, but he had seen his portrait in that small building. Naturally, he would not be mistaken.
The swordsmanship of the Immortal Chunyang was exceedingly powerful and as profound as the ocean, not inferior to that of Jing Jiu. After he ascended and became the ruler of the Federation of the Milky Way, his Cultivation state must have improved.
More importantly, this was the grandmaster … What else was there to fight for?
A gust of wind blew through the thatched hut at the top of Tianguang Peak. It came to the edge of the cliff and lifted the sleeves of the two.
The sea of clouds at the bottom of the cliff was slightly disturbed. It was unknown whether Jing Jiu, who was still maintaining his saluting posture, felt the same.
There was no sound in the wind, no breathing, and no narration in the game.
Fortunately, this silence did not last for too long.
General Li walked to the edge of the cliff and looked at the peaks under the sun with his hands behind his back.
After his cultivation, he was called Immortal Chunyang. After his ascension, he was called General Li. There was a sense of separation between Yin and Yang, just like the sky and the night.
"I've always thought that Little Daoist would be able to ascend, but I've been waiting here for several years and he still hasn't appeared."
Li Chunyang said emotionally, "Only after reading the book you wrote did I realize that so many things had happened."
Among the elders in Aoyama, the one Jing Jiu was most familiar with was not his own Master, but his Grand Master, Reverend Dao Yuan.
With Reverend Daoyuan's cultivation base and talent, it would not be difficult for him to ascend and become an Immortal. Unfortunately … he could not help but sigh when he thought of the stories from over a thousand years ago.
"Did you really kill that traitor from the South Sea?" Li Chunyang turned to look at him.
Jing Jiu said, "I joined hands with Liu Ci to kill them."
Li Chunyang said, "This junior Liu Ci is also not bad. What a pity."
It was indeed a pity. With the foundation of Aoyama Sect, if not for so many incidents, there would have been at least three more Sword Deities who had ascended apart from Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu said, "There have always been such pitiful things."
Clearly, the two of them did not mean the same thing when they said it was a pity.
Li Chunyang was silent for a while, then said, "Did you have any results when you met with her?"
Jing Jiu said, "No."
"You are a disciple of Aoyama. Even if Chi Song and that warship were destroyed by your sword, she would not believe you."
Li Chunyang said, "Unless you write that we are from Mochen Peak in the story, perhaps we can still change this sea of stars."
His words seemed indifferent, but they were actually majestic. He was like a whale that had suddenly leaped out of the sea, as if he wanted to swallow everything in the world.
In the story of The Path Toward Heaven, in the real world, from the Grand Master of Aoyama to Li Chunyang, and then to Daoyuan, Chenzhou, Taiping, and Jingyang, the orthodoxy continued.
If those who ascended before Daoyuan were all from Mochen Peak, then there would be an irreconcilable hatred between them and Jing Jiu.
The seemingly nonsensical words hid many meanings and possibilities of calculation. Jing Jiu naturally understood them. "I don't lie," he said.
Not lying meant he was confident, because he didn't need to.
Of course, if one day he needed to lie, he would be able to do it very well.
"So, the Cloud-Dream Mountain has really been subdued by you?" Li Chunyang gave him a deep look.
Jing Jiu thought that with Tong Yan's ability, she would definitely be able to control the Cloud-Dream Mountain with the help of Zhao Layue and the others. "That should be the case," he said.
Li Chunyang thought of the power of the Bai family two thousand years ago, and said with relief, "I didn't expect that you, a junior, would be able to accomplish what we seniors couldn't."
Jing Jiu didn't want to say anything modest, because that would be too hypocritical. But he also didn't want to say anything complacent, because that would be too smug. As such, he didn't respond.
The Twirling Rain Company had done a great job in the game. As the sun moved, the brightness of the sky changed naturally. The shadows of the peaks and the colors of the sea of clouds also changed subtly, looking very pleasing to the eye. Looking at the picturesque scenery, Li Chunyang felt a little nostalgic, saying, "It's interesting. Why didn't we think of that?"
"I'm quite free," Jing Jiu said.
"I'll arrive tomorrow. We'll talk about the details when we meet," Li Chunyang said, turned around and walked toward the thatched hut. Soon, he turned into a flowing light and disappeared.
This place wasn't the real Aoyama, but the Aoyama in the game, a part of the online world. It would be hard for him to hide anything he said here from the young girl.
Looking at the empty thatched hut, Jing Jiu fell silent for a while. Then he walked up to the stone monument, patted the thick shell of the stone turtle lightly, and quit the game as well.
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The door of the gaming cabin was opened, and Jing Jiu walked out from it.
Ran Handong was doing some calculations. Zong Lizi, Jiang Yuxia and Hua Xi were reading something in the next room; it was probably the homework of the College of Priests. Hearing the sound of the cabin door opening, Zong Lizi stood up and walked to the door to greet him. Jiang Yuxia got up and was about to boil the tea in the iron kettle. Hua Xi opened her eyes wide, not knowing what she should do.
Jing Jiu shot Hua Xi a glance.
Hua Xi felt a bit shy and nervous as she bowed to Jing Jiu and greeted him.
Jing Jiu didn't say anything. He led Zong Lizi out of the small building, passing through the lawn and arriving at the manor house.
There was a staircase leading to the underground at the deep end of the lawn. It was quiet in the underground passage, devoid of wind, and no floating train came over.
"Where are you going?" asked Zong Lizi curiously after taking the black backpack from Jing Jiu.
"I want to find a quiet place."
Having said this, Jing Jiu left.
There were small holes on the edge of the floating track for collecting rainwater. The sword wills in the holes soon turned cold.
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As far as the humans and other intelligent beings were concerned, the planets were their homes.
The happy families were all similar, and the planets suitable for the humans to live on were almost the same. The Main Planet, the Stargate Base and even Chaotian had a similar geological structure. However, the world in Chaotian was twisted into an unbroken plane by the different rules of space, and the Stargate Base was turned into a hollow ivory sculpture ball by the distant ancient civilization. The Main Planet was the only one that retained the original appearance of most of the planets. The deeper one went into the underground, the greater the pressure, the denser the materials and the higher the temperature.
The lava was everywhere, red and warm, like the molten iron in the blacksmith's shop.
The magma was boiling hot. No, this description was not accurate. It should be extremely hot and blazing.
Jing Jiu was soaked in the lava, with only his head exposed to the air. Sensing the pressure and temperature on his skin, he let out a comfortable sigh.
He had lived in this strange universe for more than one hundred days and encountered some troublesome issues. As a result, he followed Zong Lizi to the Main Planet.
The environment here was familiar and even intimate to him. It reminded him of the bottom of the Gathered-Soul Valley, and he even had the illusion that he was a fetus.
The lava in the distance burst out like flowers, looking like the fireworks in the night sky or the nuclear bombs exploding in the universe.
Jing Jiu looked at these scenes in Silence; it was unclear what was on his mind.
After a certain number of flowers had bloomed, Jing Jiu closed his eyes and sank into the lava.
The dim surface of the lava broke apart, and the fresh lava gushed out. The lava was as red as fire, looking like the sword light of the Thoughtless Sword.
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The Spring Festival is over. I hope everything will be over soon. I wish you all good health and don't have to think about anything you don't want to think about. I wish you all a happier life than Jing Jiu. I don't want to say anything else. If everything gets better, let's talk a little more when we start to forget each other many days later.
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