Chapter 362 An Awkward and Nervous Meeting
The mountains where many practice sects are located are shrouded in fog all year round.
The large formation of the mountain gate is hidden in it.
Aoyama is like this.
The same is true for Yunmeng Mountain.
The peaks here are not as precipitous and majestic as Qingshan, but they are extremely beautiful, with gentle cliff slopes forming valleys of their own.
So just like the nine peaks of the Qingshan Mountain, the Zhongzhou School was divided into twelve valleys.
The white clouds flowed in those valleys, quiet but not scattered, looking beautiful but magical, really like a dream, and like a fairyland in the fantasy of a monk.
The 30,000-year establishment of the Zhongzhou sect is naturally a major event in the practice world. Except for the Qingshan Sect and Shuiyue Temple, there is no other sect with such a long history in Chaotian Continent.
Such a grand event naturally needs to be celebrated, which is why there will be this questioning conference, and the fairy book will reappear in the world.
The West Sea Sword Sect, who has no background, also knows to use flying whales falling into the sea to make rain and hang rainbows in the sky. Of course, Yunmeng Mountain will not be decorated like the world.
In the evening, before the stars appeared, a huge curtain of light appeared in the sky opposite the setting sun.
There are flowing clouds and beautiful scenery in the light curtain, which is extremely dreamy.
There are also corresponding arrangements in Yunmeng Mountain. For example, in Hanshi Valley, hundreds of thousands of peonies bloomed overnight, which really took away the color of the world.
Countless sword boats and cloud boats kept rising and falling deep in the mountains, sending ascetics from all over Chaotian Continent here. There are also many casual cultivators and small sects who do not have large air-defending magic weapons, and can only come with a sword or a weapon, so they have to fall outside the second floor of the Yunmeng Great Formation, and then walk up the mountain.
The Zhongzhou Sect has arranged deacons and disciples at various mountain gates to receive these ascetics.
Because of the age of a certain mountain gate, few people know about it, and no ascetics have passed by for a long time.
The deacon disciple was so bored that he was about to fall asleep, when he suddenly found someone coming, he cheered up immediately.
"Fellow Daoist, please register."
The man was wearing a hat, his face was invisible, and he was wearing an ordinary white coat. He picked up a pen as he said, and wrote his name on the register.
The disciple looked backwards, and didn't recognize the two characters for a while, but felt that the name of this fellow Taoist was so simple that there were so few strokes.
"Fellow Daoist, please come here. Holding this jade tablet, the formation will have its own induction and will not hinder it."
The man took the jade tablet and walked towards the mountain.
The disciple turned around the roster, stared at the name, and wondered why it was so familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.
After a while, he suddenly remembered and opened his mouth wide.
"Ah, Aoyama Jingjiu!"
He turned around and looked towards the mountain road. Where was the figure of the other party, he quickly took out the magic weapon and notified the teacher in the mountain.
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Among the Twelve Valleys of Yunmeng, the terrain of Yingxian Valley is the most gentle, and the sword boats and cloud boats of various sects who came to participate in the meeting stopped here.
There are many roads from the valley to the fairy house on the peak, and the roadsides are full of thousand-year-old pines, green and lush.
It is inconvenient to control the sword or control the flight here, otherwise the whole mountain will be full of sword lights and treasures, which is too chaotic.
Practitioners walked in the mountains, stayed under the pavilion, greeted people from time to time, and had a chat.
There are very few such grand events in the practice world, and many people only meet each other after many years, so naturally they will not miss such an opportunity.
There is a group of practitioners who are the most eye-catching. They are dressed in green clothes and walk towards the peak in silence.
Elders like Yue Qianmen can accompany them in person, they naturally come from Qingshan.
After hundreds of years, the sword cultivators of Qingshan Sect appeared in Yunmeng Mountain again, and so many people came, which naturally aroused a lot of discussion.
Some practitioners asked their companions who was the leader of the Qingshan team this time, and they were even more surprised when they found out that Fang Jingtian and Nanwang were the two peak leaders.
"This time Qingshan really gave me enough face."
The companion shook his head and said: "That's not all. I heard that when the conference is held, Master Liu will be there in person."
The ascetic was very puzzled and asked, "Why?"
As the two leaders in the orthodox practice world, the relationship between Qingshan Sect and Zhongzhou Sect has always been delicate, or rather embarrassing.
Back then when Master Jingyang ascended to the ascension, the Zhongzhou faction didn't leave anyone, which is a clear proof.
A few years ago during the Meihui Dao War, Bai, the only daughter of the head of the Zhongzhou School, was rescued by Jing Jiu, a disciple of Qingshan, and the relationship between the two parties eased a little.
But these years, because of the battle for the throne in Chaoge City, the relationship between the two parties has become tense again. Why did the Qingshan Sect suddenly release such great kindness?
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These big sect disciples who understand the general trend of the world have a lot of emotion for the arrival of the people in Qingshan. For many casual cultivators and small sect disciples, the feeling at this time is much simpler, just excitement and excitement-they are all people in rumors.
"That immortal master with a calm demeanor is probably the first disciple of Qingshan to cross Nanshan!"
Someone excitedly said: "Back then, he beheaded seven fierce beasts in the muddy water, and was painted on canvas by a painter in the world. Later, he was photographed by Baoshuju for a box of crystals."
"Who is Gu Han? Is Master Jian Ruyun here?"
"That immortal teacher with a smile on his face and amiable face must be Shenmo Peak Gu Qing. It really is as rumored. Naturally, it makes people feel like they are in the spring breeze."
"Immortal Master Gu Qing and Immortal Master Gu Han are brothers. The Gu family is really powerful. No wonder they have put their hands into Chaoge City all these years."
There were more and more discussions in the valley, and soon the practitioners figured out the identity and origin of these Qingshan disciples.
More and more eyes fell on somewhere among the people in Qingshan.
Most ascetics have handsome faces and tall statures, but that person is a little short, more like an ordinary person.
That person's appearance is also very ordinary, so ordinary that no matter how long you look at it, you will forget his appearance as long as you look away a little
If it is so common, then it is unusual.
I heard that even in the materials of the shutter man, there is no accurate description of his appearance.
The man's demeanor was also very ordinary, with drooping eyelids, he looked very listless, and seemed to have not woken up.
The problem is, you don't think he is very low-key, but you think he doesn't even bother to look up at you, and he is extremely proud.
"This is Zhuo Rusui?"
There were several whispers in Yingxian Valley.
People looked at the young practitioner with surprise in their eyes.
The entire Chaotian Continent knows that Zhuo Rusui is the closed disciple of Qingshan's head.
According to legend, he entered the inner gate of Qingshan and began to retreat.
No matter how the world changes, what happens in Qingshan, he is always at the top of Tianguang Peak, and he has not stepped out of the cave for twenty years.
A few days ago, he left the customs suddenly.
I heard that a rainbow appeared in Qingshan that day.
Then.
Zhao Layue was defeated by his sword.
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"That's Zhao Layue...I really can't figure out how he did it."
"Don't forget, he is also a natural Daoist."
Looking at Zhuo Rusui in the crowd, people talked non-stop.
If we say that the brilliance of Qingshan in the past few years was on Shenmo Peak and Liangwang Peak, but now that Zhuo Rusui has broken through, he has taken away the sight of the world.
Feeling the envious gazes from all around, Guo Nanshan smiled slightly.
He had no objection to Shenmo Peak, but the junior brother's early exit did help him relieve a lot of pressure.
The next moment, he felt that something was wrong, because those eyes that originally fell on the little junior brother were all moved away...
He looked along those lines of sight, and found that people were looking at a mountain path under the cliff.
The mountain road is very old, obviously it has not been used for a long time, and the sign should lead to the mountain gate.
Only those casual cultivators and small sect practitioners who don't have flying boats will come from there. Why can they attract so many people's attention?
There is a man walking on the mountain road, wearing a hat, his face is invisible, and his white clothes move slightly, giving people a feeling of fairyland, as if he is going to ride the wind in the next moment.
Yes, no one knows who that person is, but how can this feeling of being away from dust and tranquility not move the ascetics?
With a look of surprise on Lu Qing's face, he walked out of the crowd and greeted him down the cliff.
Seeing this scene, some people who reacted quickly guessed who the man in white was, and then spread the word.
"Could it be him?"
"Is this the Jing Jiu from the rumors?"
"Is he really that good-looking?"
Discussions sounded, and the voice gradually became louder, and there was a buzz in Yingxian Valley.
Yue Qianmen frowned slightly, as if he didn't like noise.
A self-deprecating smile appeared on Guo Nanshan's face, he looked at Zhuo Rusui, and found that his junior brother was still drooping his eyelids, without any reaction.
Countless eyes fell on Jing Jiu.
The female disciples of some sects even flocked to the side of the pavilion, their eyes sparkling.
No one looked at Zhuo Rusui anymore.
Jing Jiu's reputation is really great.
Everyone knows he is lazy and beautiful.
He has many legendary stories, such as the game of chess with Tong Yan, such as Mei Huidao.
The story of him and Bai Zao has already spread throughout Chaotian Continent.
One must know that this is Yunmeng Mountain, will the two finally meet again?
"Oh! Jing Jiu, you're finally here!"
A crisp sound resounded in the valley.
Accompanied by the same crisp ringtone, a young girl flew down the cliff like a bird throwing herself into a forest.
Under a mountain hut in the distance, a monk from Guocheng Temple wanted to raise his head, but finally lowered his head, his figure was a little lonely.
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Jing Jiu raised his head and glanced at Sese, the meaning was very clear.
Sese turned slightly, turned back to the cliff like a bird, and snorted angrily.
Gu Qing met him on the mountain road, before saluting, he lowered his voice and began to speak at the fastest speed.
It's just that there are too many people in the valley, and teachers like Fang Jingtian and Nan Wang have unfathomable realms, so they can definitely hear his words, so he can't say too much.
He accompanied Jing Jiu to the cliff, said what he should say, and retreated to the back.
Jing Jiu walked towards the people in Qingshan.
He is a disciple of Qingshan, this should be a normal thing.
But for some reason, including Guo Nanshan, Gu Han and others, the faces of many Qingshan disciples became a little strange.
An awkward and tense atmosphere gradually emerged on the cliff.
Looking at this scene and feeling this atmosphere, practitioners from other sects are very puzzled.
Then they remembered that Zhuo Rusui had defeated Zhao Layue after leaving the customs.
Needless to say, the relationship between Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue.
He is recognized as a wizard of swordsmanship. He was once the number one in Daoist Mei, and it is said that... he is very vengeful?
Could it be that what will happen next?
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Jing Jiu walked up to the Qingshan people.
Many people paid attention to Zhuo Rusui's reaction from the corner of their eyes.
Zhuo Rusui glanced at Jing Jiu, and then returned to his original appearance, drooping eyelids, looking very sleepy.
Obviously, he didn't think this person was worth taking a second look at.
Some people noticed that Zhuo Rusui was actually not looking at Jing Jiu, but the iron sword behind Jing Jiu.
The iron sword is still there, which shows a lot of problems.
Everyone couldn't help feeling a lot.
When he rescued Bai Zao in the snowy field back then, Jing Jiu's realm stagnated, and it has been ten years since then, yet he still hasn't broken through.
Could it be that this swordsman will really fall away?
Jing Jiu didn't know what people were thinking, turned around to look at Fang Jingtian and Nan Wang, clasped his fists together, and saluted casually.
Nan Wang raised his eyebrows and said, "What are you doing here?"
Jing Jiu said: "Bai Zao asked me to come, I will come to participate in the Asking Conference."
Just listening to the first half of the sentence, the atmosphere seems a little ambiguous.
But with the second half of the sentence, the atmosphere became more awkward and tense.
Zhuo Rusui defeated Zhao Layue in the sword test, and became the only candidate for Qingshan to participate in the questioning.
Did Jing Jiu mean to challenge Zhuo Rusui?
Nan Wang said: "It has already been selected, don't make trouble."
Jing Jiu said, "Who is the winner?"
Many Qingshan disciples naturally looked at Zhuo Rusui behind him.
Jing Jiu glanced at Zhuo Rusui.
It was an ordinary face, but it was different from the ordinary in the winter.
Jing Jiu knew that this was some kind of Taoism practiced, so he didn't care. He looked away and said to Nan Wang, "Is it enough if I beat him?"
Nan Wang said slightly annoyed: "Why should he accept your challenge?"
Qingshan's sword test is over, and Zhuo Rusui is the final winner.
If you can challenge the winner at any time afterwards, what's the point of Qingshan's sword test?
Jing Jiu didn't speak.
If Zhuo Rusui just refused to accept the challenge, there was nothing he could do.
Lu Qing suddenly took a few steps forward, came to the crowd, looked at Zhuo Rusui and said, "Accept it."
Things that are not convenient for the master can only be done by him.
"Are you crazy you!"
Gu Han looked at his younger brother with an expression of disbelief on his face.
Just based on Jing Jiu's current state, do you want to win against Junior Brother?
Are everyone in Shenmo Peak so arrogant!
Lu Qing ignored him, just quietly looked at Zhuo Rusui.
The calmer the eyes, the more stressed.
His meaning is very clear, if you are not afraid of losing, then come out and fight my master yourself.
Zhuo Rusui still drooped his eyes and ignored him.
No one would think that he was afraid of Jing Jiu and refused to accept Gu Qing's aggressive generals.
His indifferent expression will only make people think that because Jing Jiu is too weak, he thinks this proposal is too absurd, so he ignores it.
"If you didn't participate in the sword test meeting, you have already been disqualified. No matter whether you can beat Zhuo Rusui, it is impossible to represent Qingshan to participate in this questioning meeting."
Fang Jingtian's voice suddenly sounded.
Guo Nanshan and the others breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Master Fang made such a decision in order to avoid a rivalry and an ugly scene.
Jing Jiu knew that was not the case.
Fang Jingtian probably didn't know why he wanted to get the Immortal Book of Longevity, but he didn't want to give him this chance.
It was quiet.
Jing Jiu suddenly turned around and walked out of the crowd.
People were a little surprised, wondering if they were going to leave in anger?
No one expected what happened next.
Jing Jiu walked to the place where the disciples of Shuiyue Nunnery were, and stood in front of the small sedan chair with green curtains.
The elder of Shuiyue Temple is in the sedan chair.
Those girls were a little nervous and even more puzzled, thinking what are you doing here?
This is your Qingshan Sect's own business, even the Supreme Elder can't help you.
They didn't know that Jing Jiu was still living in the nunnery not long ago.
No one knew what Jing Jiu was going to do.
Fang Jingtian frowned slightly.
Jing Jiu said to the green curtained sedan chair, "I'll come."
Hearing these words, there was an uproar in Yingxian Valley.
He actually wants Shuiyuean to participate in the Asking Conference?
The expression of a young girl from Shuiyue Temple became a little weird, because she was the aspirant selected by Shuiyue Temple.
Regarding the ownership of the Immortal Book of Longevity, even Zhuo Rusui came out to fight for it, who would easily give the place to disciples of other sects?
In everyone's eyes, Jing Jiu was completely whimsical and wishful thinking, and of course Shuiyuean would not agree to this request.
No one expected that a voice came from the small sedan chair with the green curtain.
"That's fine."