Chapter 481 I See How Charming Qingshan Is

(Yesterday, there were two places where Daoyuan real person was written as Guangyuan real person, not Shiyue peak master Guangyuan real person. I was a little nervous about finally entering the big plot of this volume, but thinking that the Spring Festival is coming and there will be a relatively long holiday, the nervousness suddenly turned into anticipation.)

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Another person came outside the Nanshan Gate.

Ming Guoxing was very surprised and quickly got up to salute.

Jing Jiu nodded, walked over, and turned into a white cloth in the distance on the mountain road.

He didn't control the sword, not because of etiquette, nor because of troubles in the Qingshan formation.

With the token in hand, there is no need to consider these.

It's just that compared with controlling the sword, he is more used to walking within a hundred miles.

You can watch the scenery while walking, you can meditate, and you can sort out those complicated things that are difficult to deduce and calculate in your mind.

It didn't take long before he came to Nansong Pavilion.

Dozens of small courtyards are hidden among the cover-like green pines, and those young outer disciples are boxing under the pines, or meditating by the stream.

It has been thirty years since he and Liu Shisui studied here, and many details have been gradually forgotten, such as the boring boy named Xue back then, who was the nephew of an elder? On the contrary, the memory of more than 800 years ago is clearer. He still remembers that when his master took him away from the Chaoge Palace, his elder brother stood on the square in front of the hall and watched, gradually turning into a small black spot.

Yes, he was personally brought back to Qingshan by Master Daoyuan, because he is a true cultivation genius.

After coming to Qingshan, he didn't meet his master a few times, and his master was murdered by Nan Chi.

For the next hundred years, Master retreated and practiced hard, wanted to break through the world and go to Tibet, and went to Wudao to kill Nan Chi, but in the end he was too anxious, and his Dao heart dissipated and died.

This changed the situation, and the senior brother and him became orphans without elders to take care of them, struggling to live in Shangde Peak.

The senior brother did not hesitate to open the peak to recruit disciples. He first accepted two genius disciples, Yuan Qijing and Liu Ci, and then Yinfeng and Yexiao.

At that time, he didn't do anything, he just practiced silently, hoping to catch up with his senior brother as soon as possible and help him.

In the end, he really caught up with his senior and stood by his side. Yuan Qijing and Liu Ci also improved their realm at an unimaginable speed. Shangde Peak became stronger. Under the leadership of his senior, he challenged the rest of the peaks.

While thinking about these things, Jing Jiu had already passed the Nansong Pavilion and arrived at the small building.

In the small building, there are portraits of Qingshan's ancestors and important figures.

The last two portraits are Taiping real person and Jingyang real person.

Jing Jiu looked at these two portraits and thought about something.

He has never been the leader, but of course he is qualified to be here.

What does it mean for the senior brother to send that letter back?

Daoist Taiping returns to Qingshan?

Walking through the small building, you will come to the green mountain and the nine peaks. Huanjianxi is like a golden silk dancing slowly in the sun.

When the young disciples by the stream saw Jing Jiu, they were extremely shocked. They hurriedly separated from each other and saluted, "I've seen Master Uncle."

Some courageous young disciples shouted: "Hello, little uncle!"

Jing Jiu didn't pay any attention to these young people, nor nodded, and continued to walk deep into the Huanjian River.

There is too much difference in generation, so there is no problem of being rude. In his eyes, these children are no different from the little monkeys on the cliffs by the stream.

The white dress disappeared into the cliff at the end of Huanjian Creek, and the young disciples by the creek heaved a sigh of relief and straightened up one after another.

They clutched their chests, their faces were full of surprises, thinking that they were really lucky today, to be able to meet the legendary junior uncle.

Going forward for dozens of miles, the clouds and mist gradually thickened, and hundreds of stone pillars shot up into the sky, like countless swords.

This is the place where Qingshan tried his sword, and coming here means that Tianguang Peak is in front of him.

Jing Jiu still got up without wielding his sword, and walked towards the peak along the mountain path.

From time to time, flying swords pass by.

Seeing the fluttering white clothes on the mountain path, those Tianguang Peak disciples hurriedly stopped, cupped their fists in salute, and watched him go up.

It didn't take long for Jing Jiu to reach the top of Tianguang Peak.

He hadn't been here for many years, but the formation and setting on the summit remained unchanged.

He walked up to the stele, without looking at the scabbard on the stele, reached out and touched Yuan Gui's back, and patted it lightly.

Yuan Gui opened his eyes and glanced at him, thinking that he had already made a decision?

Liu Ci was sitting on the edge of the cliff, tall and tall, even when sitting, his feet seemed to be stretched into the sea of ​​clouds.

Jing Jiu walked to him and sat down, looking at the sea of ​​clouds in front of the cliff.

The breeze is coming, the weather is fine, and the peaks stick out of the sea of ​​clouds, looking quite fairy-like.

The snow-capped Shangde Peak is clearly visible, and even Jianfeng, which has been shrouded in clouds and mists all year round, is also hidden. The sword lights of Liangwang Peak are constantly flashing.

Shiyue Peak and Xilai Peak seem to be connected together, and Bihu Peak looks like a dwarf pine in a bonsai.

The farthest Shenmo Peak is as lonely and dangerous as a sword.

Qing Rongfeng watched from the side.

There seems to be an invisible barrier between the sky and the earth in front of the side, and there are countless beautiful unnamed wild peaks over there, which are the hidden peaks in the legend.

If you look further, you can even see muddy water.

Jing Jiu said, "The green hills are beautiful."

Liu Ci said: "I see how charming Qingshan is, and I expect Qingshan to be the same when he sees his uncle."

Jing Jiu said, "Yes."

Liu Ci said: "This is your first time here."

Jing Jiu said, "What do you do when you have nothing to do?"

Liu Ci said: "Why did Master Uncle come today? And he walked all the way here."

Jing Jiu said, "I want to confirm some facts."

From Nansong Pavilion to Huanjianxi to Jianlin and then to the top of Tianguang Peak, the journey along the way is to search for the memories of the year and inspect one's own territory.

Liu Ci was silent for a while, and asked, "What did Master Uncle confirm?"

"Qingshan, it's my Qingshan."

Jing Jiu looked somewhere outside Yunhai, and said, "So I will agree to his request."

Liu Ci was a little emotional, thinking that if the cultivation world knew about this matter, he didn't know how he would react.

The history of Chaotian Continent for the past 600 years was written by Immortal Taiping and Immortal Jingyang.

The first time they teamed up, they suppressed the strong men of the peaks and resumed the Qingshan orthodoxy.

The second time they teamed up, they destroyed the main altar of the Xuanyin Sect and forced people like the Xuanyin Patriarch into the ground.

The Qingshan Sect became the most powerful existence in the cultivation world, and no one dared to overthrow it.

Six hundred years later, they are far worse than they were back then, but they still don't need to join forces, and they can make the Zhongzhou faction suffer so much just by relying on their mutual understanding.

If they formally join forces this time, what kind of story will they leave in the history of Chaotian Continent?

Liu Ci said: "He also wrote me a letter."

Jing Jiu glanced at him, but said nothing.

"The letter was sent to Nansong Pavilion. If I didn't say it, Shangdefeng would know about it."

Liu Ci said: "Maybe it's just a matter of convenience, but it's also an excellent way to provoke."

As soon as the words fell, there was a snowstorm.

Waves arose in the sea of ​​clouds, and the three-foot sword came out through the clouds, and came to the cliff of Tianguang Peak. The blade of the sword was dark and covered with a light layer of frost.

"It's hard to know if it's true or not, maybe he did it on purpose to cover it up for you."

Yuan Qijing's deep voice came from the three-foot sword.

Knowing that he had been notified by Jing Jiu, Liu Ci raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not speak.

Tianguang Peak is very quiet.

The atmosphere was tense and depressing.

The real Taiping escaped from the sword prison back then, which means that there must be ghosts in Qingshan.

To be able to do this, it must be a big ghost.

In the past thirty years, Jing Jiu, Liu Ci, and Yuan Qijing have rarely met each other, and they have never talked about this matter, but they both have thoughts in their hearts.

Are you finally going to talk about this matter today?