Chapter 470

That feeling became more and more intense, constantly impacting the Dao heart, bringing a very uncomfortable feeling.

Jing Jiu knew that it was not because of Liu Shisui and Yuan Qu's surnames, but because Xue Ji was in Qingshan.

He thought for a while, took out the chilling cicada and threw it over, and said, "Ada, you wear it first."

The chilling cicada landed on the white cat's head impartially.

No matter how high the position is, as long as it stays for a long time, it can get used to it. Naturally, it will not be afraid, and it feels extremely satisfied when thinking about Xue Ji.

The white cat stretched out its right paw, and moved the position of Han Chan to a more suitable position. Feeling very satisfied, it meowed at Jing Jiu to express its gratitude.

Jing Jiu was also very satisfied, thinking that if Xue Ji broke through the checkpoint, she would come to Shenmo Peak following the smell of chilling cicadas, and then Ada could block it, and the three would definitely be embarrassed to see Ada's accident.

Ping Yongjia leaned beside Gu Qing and said in a low voice: "Senior brother, what is the origin of this cat? Why does the name feel a bit weird?"

Before Gu Qing could explain, Jing Jiu said to Ping Yongjia, "What kind of sword do you want to learn?"

Ping Yongjia was stunned, thinking that since he is a disciple of Shenmo Peak, of course he should learn Master Jingyang's No Regrets Sword Art, is there anything else he can learn?

Thinking about his own experience back then, Gu Qing said with a smile, "You can choose any sword technique from Qingshan Nine Peaks."

Ping Yongjia was shocked and speechless, thinking that it could be arranged like this?

Gu Qing then said to Jing Jiu: "Junior brother doesn't have a sword yet, what is your arrangement, Master?"

At this time, singing suddenly came from Qingrong Peak opposite.

Ping Yongjia looked over there, a little curious.

Jing Jiu glanced at him and said, "Then learn Qingrongfeng's Wuyuan swordsmanship, and let's talk about the sword."

Ping Yongjia was stunned again, feeling very innocent, thinking I just took a look, and said: "Master, Qingrong Peak is full of senior sisters, it's too weird..."

Jing Jiu ignored him, walked back to the cave, and came out after a while, holding a thin sword manual in his hand.

Ping Yongjia didn't know whether to be happy or sad, he took the sword manual in a daze, before he had time to say anything, he was dragged into the Dao Palace by Gu Qing and Yuan Qu.

"Are you stupid? When Yunmeng Mountain asked about the conference, Uncle Shi participated as a disciple of Shuiyue Temple. What's so strange?"

Yuan Qu looked at him and said angrily, thinking that if it were Junior Sister Yushan, I don't know how happy I would be, it doesn't look like you are still going to pick and choose.

Gu Qing smiled without saying a word.

He cooperated with Yuan Qu to drag Ping Yongjia into the Taoist hall, not because he was afraid of the master's anger, but because he knew that the two masters wanted to talk.

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The bamboo chair is on the edge of the cliff, facing the sea of ​​clouds.

Jing Jiu sat behind Zhao Layue and combed her hair.

Zhao Layue thought about the previous sword manual, and said, "Your memory is quite good."

Jing Jiu said: "I still remember most of the powerful swordsmanship, but I almost forgot the basic exercises."

He discovered this problem when he walked out of the mountain stream. The memory he retained had nothing to do with the length of time, it was more like a deliberate choice. Most of the important things were still remembered, so the things he didn't remember should be small things?

Zhao Layue said: "I haven't seen you accumulating sand for a long time."

Jing Jiu said, "I'm a little busy."

He is indeed getting more and more busy now, and it is difficult to find time to be quiet after practicing, let alone pass the time with such things as accumulated sand.

Calculating carefully, the time he stayed in Qingshan these years was so pitifully small, it was really unimaginable in the past.

Zhao Layue knew that he didn't like this the most, so she gave him a sympathetic look.

Jing Jiu said, "Sometimes it feels like I'm repaying a debt."

Zhao Layue thought for a while and asked, "Is this cause and effect?"

Looking at the sea of ​​clouds flowing outside the cliff, Jing Jiu thought for a moment and said, "I owe nothing to this world."

Zhao Layue said: "How can the green grass on the hillside owe that horse?"

Jing Jiu nodded and said, "So I have to go to Chaoge City."

Zhao Layue said, "I'll go with you."

Jing Jiu said: "Let Gu Qing follow this time, he is familiar with the affairs of Chaoge City."

Zhao Layue said: "The situation in the snow field is gradually calming down. This year's Meihui may be held as usual. Zhuo Rusui should also be in Chaoge City."

Jing Jiu said, "The incident this time is related to Xueyuan."

He was going to explain Xue Ji's matter clearly to her, so that if something really happened in the future, he could make some preparations.

At this time, the white cat suddenly ran out of the cave, running very fast, and the bell around its neck kept ringing.

Zhao Layue's expression froze slightly, wondering what happened?

The white cat put Han Chan on the ground and motioned Jing Jiu to take a quick look.

Han Chan's whole body was stiff, with more than a dozen extremely thin white limbs trembling non-stop, as if it was going to die.

Jing Jiu stretched out his hand to grab it, and found that there was nothing wrong with it, but he was too frightened.

The mosquito commanded by the chilling cicada died.

It's in that room in the Sword Prison.

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In the twilight, Jing Jiu came to Shangde Peak, the sword prison was already dark at night, just like other time periods.

He walked through the dark passage without making a sound, until he came to the hall illuminated by lights, and looked towards the narrower passage on the right.

The sword intent of the Frozen Formation is hidden in the stone walls on both sides, without any trace.

His eyes fell through the seemingly empty air and fell on the cell at the end of the passage.

Suddenly, countless ice and snow gushed out from the gap in the cell door.

The snow came out more and more, faster and faster, until it turned into a rushing river, rushing towards him with unimaginable coldness and terror.

Jing Jiu quietly looked at the scene in front of him, neither dodging nor surprised.

The snow and ice gushing out came to him almost immediately, almost drowning him.

At this moment, he closed his eyes, then opened them again.

Those ice and snow disappeared.

In front of him was still the quiet passage.

Or that lonely cell.

Wanting to lock up an existence like Xue Ji, and with the lessons learned from his senior brother, Jing Jiu was more cautious this time, and left behind in advance.

He was the one who stayed behind to monitor Xue Ji, the mosquito in the Devil's Town Prison. He never expected to be discovered by Xue Ji so soon, and then killed by her.

Just like the hallucinations I saw earlier, is this Xue Ji showing her powerful realm strength, or expressing her anger?

Jing Jiu looked at the cell quietly and didn't speak for a long time.

There was no sound in that cell either, it was as dead as a tomb.

Suddenly there was a breeze in the hall, stirring up dust.

I don't know if the wind came from the side of the well or the side of the hidden peak, and what it represented.

"I'm going away."

Jing Jiu looked at the cell through the long passage and said, "If you have anything to say, tell me now."

A very soft hum came from the cell.

Jing Jiu was silent for a while, then said, "Okay."

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There was an extra bamboo chair in the cell.

The bamboo chair is a bit old, the chair surface and the armrests are very smooth, it has not been repaired for many years, and it is a little unstable.

The image projected by the magic weapon on the wall of the cell has also changed, from the blue sky, white clouds, green water and green mountains before to a vast land and a frozen world thousands of miles away.

In the distance of that world, there is a lone and tall ice peak shining faintly.

Wrapped in a quilt, Xue Ji squatted on the bamboo chair, looking at the ice peak, seemingly satisfied.

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This year the snow line did not continue to move southward, and the cold wind in the snow field was not as harsh as in previous years. Chaoge City ushered in a normal spring.

The green trees in the Zen courtyard change in shade, like new tea and old urns, and the mist fluctuates with the terrain, like white smoke on a teacup.

The spring scenery of Jingjue Temple is really beautiful.

There is a hall looming in the fog.

Jing Jiu walked out of the main hall and came to the foggy forest, and the spring scenery became even more beautiful.

Jingjue Temple is a royal Buddhist temple, and he just finished talking with the emperor.

He talked about Xue Ji being imprisoned in Qingshan, and also learned about the recent situation in Chaoge City.

He really didn't want to pay attention to these mundane matters, but since he was meeting the emperor, he had to listen.

It's like he doesn't want to meet Yuan Qijing, but sometimes he can't if he doesn't want to.

In recent years, Jing Xin has kept a low profile and rarely left the residence. No matter whether it is overtly or secretly, he studies and studies under the leadership of teachers from the Zhongzhou School and Yimao Zhai every day.

The situation in Chaoge City is calm, but not good.

At that time, some officials wrote to invite Li Jingyao to be the prince, just like Li Taishou of Dayuan City, but now such officials are almost disappearing.

After all, the emperor's rule of the world depends on the civil and military officials in the court.

Most of the officials and military generals of the Jing Dynasty had a background of the Zhongzhou School, or had once studied in Yi Mao Zhai.

Compared with Zhongzhou School and Yi Mao Zhai, Qingshan School has little influence in Chaoge City.

That year when Gu Qing entered the palace and became Jing Yao's teacher, the whole world was shocked. Everyone thought that the Qingshan sect wanted to change the Meihui system and extended its hand to the north.

The reaction from the Zhongzhou faction was very strong, and they directly dispatched big figures like Yue Qianmen to protect Prince Jing Xin. Until now Xiang Wanshu and several other immortal masters from the Zhongzhou faction are still sitting in Prince Jing Xin's mansion. In particular, the Zhenmo prison incident and the commander of the Qingtian Division changed their positions, which made the Zhongzhou faction extremely angry.

Under such circumstances, it is basically impossible to abolish Jing Xin and directly make Jing Yao the crown prince.

The current peace in Chaoge City is of course not a good thing.

Jing Jiu walked to the pool, looked at the newborn lotus leaves on the water, and was silent for a long time.

If the Jing family wants to last forever, they must pay attention to the opinions of the Zhongzhou faction and Yi Mao Zhai, unless the Jing family and Qingshan have the strength to crush all opposing opinions.

His apprentice Gu Qing is Jingyao's teacher, and his nephew Jingli is Jingyao's accompanying student. In anyone's eyes, he is the key person in Qingshan's northward journey. So many things happened, especially the defeat of Qilin in Guocheng Temple, the Zhongzhou faction must be suspicious of his relationship with the emperor, plus the Zhenmo prison incident, the death of Canglong...

Even if there is no evidence, as long as there is a chance, the Zhongzhou faction will definitely kill him secretly. The problem was that the Zhongzhou faction definitely didn't expect that, according to the Qingshan sect's behavior, if he really died, no matter whether there was evidence or no chance, the Qingshan sect would definitely launch a crazy revenge.

The war between the two leading sects in the practice world now seems inevitable.

It's really troublesome.

Looking at the lotus branches swaying gently in the wind, Jing Jiu silently calculated the outcome of the war.

Liangtongtian against Liangtongtian, it can be regarded as a mutual robbery, Yuan Qijing broke through the situation a little later, but he is so cunning and scheming, he must hide his backhand.

Qilin's body is also at the peak of the sky, the monster chicken does not know how to advance or retreat when it becomes crazy, and Ah Da is not as good as himself when he is scared, he can only count on the corpse dog.

There are a few more valley masters in Yunmeng Mountain than peak masters in Qingshan Mountain, but Xiaosi has hidden his true level for so many years, so he should be able to kill two or three first when he suddenly explodes.

The key problem is that most of the hidden peaks in Qingshan are dead people, but Yunmeng Houshan is different.

After Bai Jianfei ascended to immortality, there was no civil strife in the Zhongzhou faction, and it is very likely that some former elders were still alive there.

Just like the carp in the magma river at the bottom of Juhun Valley, who would have thought that the Zhongzhou faction would hide a mythical beast in such a remote place?

After simple calculations, Jing Jiu felt that it was even more troublesome.

If the Qingshan School and the Zhongzhou School really go to war, no matter who wins in the end, it is no exaggeration to say that half of Chaotian Continent will be destroyed.

How did you come to this point?

Jing Jiu didn't know either.

He first entered the Demon Suppressing Prison, just to learn something from the Underworld Emperor, and he didn't want to alarm the Canglong.

It was only found out afterwards that it was because Bulaolin sent a letter to Zhenmo Prison through Prince Jingxin's mansion.

Bulao Lin belongs to the senior brother.

The answer came out.

He has been winning all these years, whether it is breaking the snowfield siege or the Guocheng Temple rebellion.

But those are small victories.

What the senior brother pursues is the overall situation.

As long as the continent is in turmoil and people are dying, that is his victory.

"Are you sad too?"

A woman's voice sounded behind him.

Jing Jiu didn't turn around and said, "I'm not sad, but I just can't figure it out. Why do practitioners have so many thoughts when they don't concentrate on their practice?"

He couldn't figure it out in his previous life, and he still can't figure it out in this life.

If ideas spring from a sense of responsibility to lead one's own race forward, where does that sense of responsibility come from?

If the sense of responsibility comes from the despair of the old world, shouldn't you attack the world with the army of the underworld?

If it is said that all this is because of love, isn't that a boring rhetoric that only exists in operas?

The woman sat down beside him, hugged her knees, looked at the lotus branches in the pond, sniffed her nose, wiped away the tears rolling from her eyes, and said with a bitter tone: "There is nothing in this world, and mediocrity is disturbing, maybe because we are all mediocre."

Jing Jiu turned to look at her, and said seriously, "I am not, and neither is he."