Chapter 200 Three Years
Touching Fish·Watching the Tide on Prime Minister Ye
Song Xin Qiji
Looking at gulls and herons flying in mid-air, the ground drums in a moment. The Jiejiang group practiced to drive the mountain, but the tiger was not captured after a fierce battle. Morning and evening. Wu Er is not afraid of Jiaolong's wrath if he is used to ridicule. The storm is calm. Watching the red bird flying in surprise, jumping straight up the fish, and dancing on the waves.
Who is to ask, a whale swallows and swallows for thousands of miles, and a thousand crossbows are a trifle in the world. Don't know what's going on with the monstrous power, the white horse goes east. Where there is hatred, humanity is right, and resentment and resentment will last through the ages. Fame is wrong.谩 taught Tao Zhu, five lakes and west sons, and made misty rain with one boat.
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The fog gradually dispersed.
The setting sun illuminates the mountains.
Xijianxi flows slowly, just like in the past countless years, turning into a golden whip.
This year is Qingshan's young year, and the disciples who have practiced for a long time by the stream and prepare to inherit the sword do not have outstanding talents.
In contrast, the guests from various sects who came to watch the ceremony attracted more attention.
As in the past, Guocheng Temple, Xuanling Sect, and Daze all sent representatives, and the Wind Saber Sect also sent envoys for the third time in a row. Surprisingly, the Zhongzhou faction also came. This was the first time in hundreds of years. You must know that Yunmengshan remained silent even when Jingyang was ascended.
The guest of the Zhongzhou School who came to watch the ceremony was a second-generation disciple, and the Qingshan disciples didn't think it was disrespectful, because that person was well-known in the practice circle.
The young disciples stood by the stream, looking nervously between the cliffs, wondering whether they would pass the assessment later, and which peak teacher would be favored by them.
Between the mountain road between the cliffs and the high platform in the sunset, guests who came to watch the ceremony and teachers and disciples from the peaks of Qingshan were scattered.
A lot of eyes fell on that Zhongzhou faction disciple, some were faintly hostile, but more curious.
"I remember that he participated in the aisle battle ten years ago. He should be quite young. Why does he still look so tender and childish?"
"Is this the so-called person living up to his name?"
"It is said that he learned the way of chess with outstanding talent, and his level of chess is the best in the past and present. I don't know if it is true."
"The piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are small ways, why should you care about them? Besides, he lost to the little uncle, so what is the best in the past and the present?"
The cliff became quiet.
I don't know who sighed.
An emotion called sentimentality and regret enveloped the crowd.
The junior uncle mentioned by Qingshan's disciples was Jing Jiu.
Many years ago, that noble son from a small mountain village became a celebrity among the nine peaks of Qingshan after he entered Xijian Pavilion from Nansong Pavilion.
Because of the stories between him and Liangwang Peak, because of his relationship with those two natural Dao species, because of his laziness, and even more because of his face.
In a certain year's Sword Inheritance Conference, Jing Jiu finally showed his extremely rare talent for swordsmanship by this stream. In another year's Qingshan Sword Test, he stood up for some reason and defeated several disciples of Liangwang Peak in succession. In the end, he even broke the sword of Qingshan's first disciple who passed Nanshan.
Master Jiufeng thinks that he is a peerless swordsman genius, and hopes that he can represent Qingshan to give a surprise to the practice world. He lived up to this expectation. In the previous Meihui, he first defeated Tong Yan to get the first place in the chess game, and then defeated the mighty Luo Huainan and Tonglu to get the first place in the Taoist game. He really showed his sharpness and shined.
Finally, there is the story that the entire Chaotian Continent knows.
On the eve of the great changes in the snow country, he stood up and saved the lives of many fellow practitioners, including Luo Huainan, but he himself disappeared in the cold mist.
Practitioners in Chaotian Continent feel regretful every time they think of this matter.
To build a long road, besides talent and hard work, the most important thing is fate.
Thinking of this, the Qingshan disciples felt even more sad, and missed the youngest uncle very much.
Jing Jiu didn't deal with his fellow disciples, and with the past events with Liangwang Peak, his popularity in Qingshan was not good.
But it's not the same now.
The first is his stunning performance at the Meihui, which won Qingshan great honor, and the second is the matter in the Taoist war.
In retrospect, Qingshan's disciples naturally knew how much effort Jing Jiu put in for this matter.
The nine disciples he rescued became the most loyal guardians of Jing Jiu's reputation. Once Yao Songshan, Lei Yijing and other four Liangwang Peak disciples heard Jian Ruoshan mocking Jing Jiu in private, and lost control of his rage.
The Zhongzhou faction and the Qingshan sect cultivated a good relationship, and sent people to watch the ceremony of inheriting the sword, which was also related to Jing Jiu.
In that story, the reason why he and Bai Zao disappeared was to save Luo Huainan.
More importantly - he is no longer here, so everything related to him is naturally good.
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Between the cliffs where the Liangwang Peak disciples were, a sigh sounded.
"Everything is life, and some people's lives are better."
Guo Nanshan frowned slightly, he knew that it was Lei Yijing who spoke, and Luo Huainan.
This junior who admired him the most at the beginning has now become Jing Jiu's most fanatical believer, and whenever he mentions this matter, his tone is very uncomfortable.
Luo Huainan's luck was really good. Although he was seriously injured, he didn't hurt his cultivation foundation. It is said that he had an adventure in the snow field, the golden core was indestructible and bright, his realm improved extremely fast, and his strength became stronger.
If in the past, after crossing Nanshan Mountain and entering the Wilderness Realm, they could still compete with him for a while, now there has been an obvious distance.
Guo Nanshan frowned not because of jealousy or dissatisfaction, but because he didn't like what Lei Yijing said.
In his opinion, if this is really fate, it means that Luo Huainan should be born to do great things, and he should take up the responsibility of righteousness.
Gu Han glanced at his expression, and said to his juniors: "Fellow Daoist Luo has been killing demons and eliminating demons all these years, regardless of the impact on his practice, or even his life and death. Such determination is really admirable, and it is worth learning from my disciples. Don't talk about it casually."
The disciples of Liangwang Peak agreed in unison.
Gu Han looked at a certain stone platform on the cliff, feeling a little regretful.
Shenmo Peak still did not appear.
Those young disciples by the stream were also very sorry.
They all wanted to become disciples of Shenmo Peak.
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"I have never descended to Shenmo Peak once. Our sister-in-law really looks like that old uncle."
"It is said that her Dao heart is dead, so she concentrates on practicing in the peak, and of course she will not accept any more disciples."
"Why? Is it really because of the death of Senior Uncle Jing Jiu?"
"Where is this stupid talk? She stayed on Jianfeng for several years. Could it be that she was also hurt by love?"
"Even if you like Uncle Jing, don't try to deny it. Countless people have seen the picture of Uncle Jing arranging flowers for Senior Aunt at Meihui."
"They have never admitted that they are Taoist companions. Besides, Uncle Jing and Fairy Baizao have a very good relationship. If nothing happened, who knows what will happen now."
"Uncle Jing only met Daoist Bai Zao for the first time at the Meihui, so it's impossible."
"Senior Brother Yao of Liangwangfeng said that she and Uncle Jing went forward and retreated together in the Taoist battle. You have to know how much pressure Uncle Jing was under at that time? Why did she support him so much?"
"Yes, the most obvious evidence is that Zhongzhou sent two Wanli seals, Luo Huainan used one, and Bai Zao had another, but why didn't she come out?"
"This is living together and dying together. Love is stronger than gold. Why is this?"
The girls in Qingrong Peak were gossiping, but they didn't know that they all fell into the ears of that Zhongzhou sect disciple.
The twilight fell on that still immature face, showing no emotion, but it was thinner than when Mei met back then.
Tong Yan looked at the stone platform where there was no one there.
After the Meihui chess match, he began to retreat. Even though he knew about the Taoist battle, he still did not leave Yunmeng Mountain.
Not long ago, he just left the customs, and when he learned that the Zhongzhou faction was going to send someone to observe the Qingshan Chengjian ceremony, he volunteered to come this way.
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Among the nine peaks of Qingshan, Shenmo Peak is the most lonely.
There is a figure beside the cliff, but also very lonely.
Even the wind was blowing in waves, gently brushing her short hair, making it even more messy.
It has been three years.
She didn't comb her hair.
Because Jing Jiu didn't know where Jing Jiu put the very useful yin wood comb.
She never wore pigtails again.
Because it won't.
No matter in Baicheng or Shenmo Peak, she has only done one thing in the past three years, and that is practice.
Just like in Jianfeng back then.
No one knows how hard she practiced and how quickly her realm improved.
After practicing for more than ten years, she has already seen the hope of entering the wild world.
If this news gets out, it will definitely shake the entire cultivation world.
"Latest news."
Gu Qing's voice sounded behind her.
Zhao Layue said calmly, "Say."
"It's similar to the previous few times. He beheaded a fierce monster in Yuzhou and was injured. He stopped everyone from praising him, saying that Ruojing Jiu was still there..."
Gu Qing said: "Then he didn't say anything, just sighed and left."
Zhao Layue asked, "Emotion?"
Gu Qing said: "I didn't ask directly. Judging from the description, it should be 70% feeling, 30% sad. Sadness and sadness are gone."
Zhao Layue said, "What do you think?"
Lu Qing said: "This is the seventh emotion he shows, and it gets weaker every time, but it's normal, because time will always dilute everything."
Zhao Layue said, "But?"
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Luo Huainan was originally the strongest of the younger generation.
Now his prestige is higher than anyone else.
Many people don't understand why he doesn't hurry up to practice, but walks the world to kill demons every once in a while.
His answer was: his life was given to him by Jing Jiu and his junior sister, so he can't use it all on himself, and should give it back to this world.
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Lu Qing said: "But I think it's too normal, so normal that there is a very deliberate feeling, as if he deliberately wants people to remember this incident."
Zhao Layue said, "Maybe it's guilt."
Lu Qing was silent for a while, then said, "Maybe."
Zhao Layue asked, "What do you think of the story from three years ago?"
Gu Qing said, "I still don't believe it."
Jing Jiu in that story was too perfect, like a hero who only existed in the story.
Zhao Layue said, "I don't believe it either, because that's not Jing Jiu, but the person Luo Huainan wants to be."
If Jing Jiu in the story is a person imagined by Luo Huainan, then the story is naturally fabricated.
Why Luo Huainan made up this story is the root of all problems.
Zhao Layue looked to the far north and said, "Three years."
Gu Qing said, "Yes."
Zhao Layue said, "It's time to kill."