Chapter 512: Jing Jiu Doing Things

The style of the Qingshan School is concentrated in their catchphrase, which is the famous sentence: "Do you want to die?"

This phrase is sometimes expressed in other forms. For example, Master Liu Ci, Zhuo Rusui, his closed disciple, and now Jing Jiu all liked to give a light hum.

Why Bumu is the elder of Shiyue Peak, who has been dealing with non-speaking things like flowers and grass pills for a long time, and has a calm and gentle temperament. When he said this sentence, he modified his wording, which seemed a lot more polite, at least he also brought up the option of not wanting to die.

But everyone knew that this was superfluous. No matter how gentle Elder He's words were, they were actually extremely tough or cold to the extreme.

At critical moments, Qingshan has always only offered the world two choices: obey or die.

If there is chaos in Xuanling Sect, if something happens to Sect Master Chen and Sese, as the guardian of the order in Tiannan's practice world, Qingshan Sect must do something.

That also means that no matter whether this middle-aged man named De Yuanquan succeeds as suzerain, he will surely die.

Many practitioners have heard of this famous mantra of the Green Mountain School, but not many people have actually heard it with their own ears.

There was an uproar.

In many people's minds, in order to wait for the spring rain, the Qingshan sect should have kept a low profile for several years. Who would have thought that this seemingly gentle elder would come up and push the old matriarch and De Yuanquan to the edge of the cliff. Could it be that the Qingshan sect is going to kill people in public today?

The old lady's expression didn't change at all, her wrinkles seemed to be carved out with a carving knife, and she remained motionless.

"This is my Xuanling Sect's family matter. Even if your Qingshan Sect is the leader of the Righteous Path, you can't interfere with it."

Holding the crutches, she slowly walked two steps forward, looked at He Bumu with a blank expression and said, "Want to command the world? Is the Green Mountain Sect going to learn the Blood Demon Cult?"

This is a very powerful and justified accusation, and it is difficult for anyone to answer. And why not Mu, like other Qingshan sword cultivators, is not good at words. But why are most Qingshan sword cultivators not good at speech? Naturally, it is because Qingshan Sect rarely needs to reason with others.

"It seems that Yunmengshan has a promise to the old lady."

Why Bumu directly clarified the essence of this matter, "I don't want to know about those things, but I want to see the suzerain and the young suzerain tomorrow, otherwise who..."

Lin Yingliang, a disciple of Shiyue Peak, said, "Deyuan Spring."

He Bumu continued: "...That's right, Mr. De Yuanquan, then I have to ask you to die."

After saying this, he took Lin Yingliang and several Qingshan disciples to the outside of the hall, but he did not give the old lady a chance to speak again.

The hundreds of practitioners in the hall were silent, and the air was filled with a depressing and tense atmosphere.

People clearly felt that Elder He and several young disciples were in a bad mood and very angry.

It was obvious that Qing Shan didn't want to use his sword at will, and would leave on his own when he was criticized by the practice circle, giving Xuan Ling Zong a night to think about it.

As for who will win, this is not the focus of the practitioners' thinking.

Although He Bumu is an ordinary elder with a few ordinary disciples, he is Qingshan's elder and disciple after all.

Even if they can't deal with Xuanling Sect, Qingshan will naturally send another person.

Two years ago, the Xihai Sword Sect was destroyed by the Qingshan Sect. I believe no one will forget it in two hundred years.

All eyes fell on the old lady, wondering how she would choose.

If something had happened between Sovereign Chen and De Seser, the war would naturally be inevitable, but according to the old matriarch's style of conduct, he probably wouldn't have done everything right from the start.

The old lady's expression remained unchanged, without any hesitation or concession.

People thought of what Elder He said, and thought that it was true, the Zhongzhou faction still intervened... But isn't the mountain still closed over there?

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Back in the quiet courtyard, the three monks took off their hats.

The old monk looked at Jing Jiu and sighed, and said, "This elder from your sect must be too angry."

For Buddhist disciples, it is indeed unacceptable to ask others if they want to die and ask others to die.

Jing Jiu said: "Why don't you admire that in addition to planting flowers, you also need to make alchemy, it will inevitably be a little angry."

The two angers are not the same thing at all.

It shows that he doesn't care about He Bumu's statement at all.

Because of that incident, the current Qingshan sect is very silent, but silence does not mean low-key, more often it means that a kind of power is accumulating.

From him to Yuan Qijing, from Hebumu to Lin Yingliang, the young disciples all had some emotional problems, and naturally they were a little angry.

At such a time, the grand old lady of the Xuanling Sect actually colluded with the Zhongzhou faction, and Qingshan would instinctively react the most forcefully.

The young monk couldn't understand the conversation between Master and Jing Jiu, and worriedly asked, "Sect Master Chen and Young Sect Master, are you okay?"

Jing Jiu looked at the sky outside the courtyard, as if listening to some voice, and said after a while, "It's all right."

The old monk said to him, "Do you really want to do something here?"

Jing Jiu hummed.

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The lake water of Liming Lake is very green, and there are faint balls of white hair floating in the lake water. I don't know if it is the catkins blown to one place by the wind, or the white goose looking for fish with its head down.

Amidst the sound of splashing water, the ball of white hair sank towards the bottom of the lake at an increasing speed, until it turned into a white line, silently, without attracting any attention.

The bells on the tip of the willows by the lake did not sound any warning.

It didn't take long for a wet white cat to appear on a remote island with a gentle breeze. Its hair is very long, usually combed very smoothly by Zhao Layue and Han Chan every day on Shenmo Peak, and it doesn't show much. Once it gets wet, it becomes clumps, and it looks a bit embarrassing.

The white cat puffed out its chest, lowered its belly, and licked its chest hard, but found it was futile, shook its head angrily, and jumped into the woods hundreds of feet away.

The Xuanling Sect is heavily guarded, especially on this small island, where formations and organs are everywhere.

These formations and mechanisms cannot harm it, but if the alarm is triggered, there will always be some trouble.

Just like that little prince is not its opponent, but if it uses the magic weapon of Suanling Sect to fight for its life, it will be very troublesome.

The three things that White Cat likes most in this life are sleeping, sleeping on Jing Jiu's head, and sleeping in Zhao Layue's arms. There is only one thing that White Cat likes least, and that is trouble.

So it was very careful not to leave footprints on the sand or pee under the trees. But it is a very troublesome thing to walk so carefully, its eyes are getting more and more resentful, thinking that Jing Jiu can obviously pretend to be a silent human figure and move the stone by himself, why should he do it by himself?

At this moment, it heard a weak voice coming from the stone wall.

"It's really dragging my son..."

"Mum, don't say that...Grandma is a bad person...I don't like her anyway."

"Don't talk about the elders like that. If you didn't make her sad this time, she wouldn't choose this way."

"Hmph, she won't let me be with Brother Zhan, so I won't listen to her. What's wrong with the monk? Has the monk eaten our rice?"

Hearing this sentence, the white cat was sure that this was the place he was looking for, and the person imprisoned in the stone wall was the mother and daughter he was looking for.

It raised its head to the sky and meowed softly.

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As the guardian of the Qingshan Sect, Liu Ada has the lethal power of the initial stage. It's just a little embarrassing that when it went out with Jing Jiu in recent years, it encountered all those it couldn't beat, or didn't dare to beat. Such as Canglong, such as Xuanyin Patriarch, such as Daoist Taiping... But in a place like Xuanling Sect, it can be more relaxed, even if the troubles that it doesn't want to face come, the big deal is just a fight.

After confirming that he could not open that stone wall, it went directly to the core area of ​​the Suling Sect, hiding among the green leaves all over the mountain, looking at the tower in the distance.

That is the Xuanling Sect's Zhaixing Tower, which has a very tacky name that can be seen in every state and county.

The old lady sat in the chair. De Yuanquan stood in front of her with a respectful attitude.

"I know I should wait another two years, at least until the Zhongzhou faction ends the mountain closure..."

The old lady looked at him and said, "But I won't live until next year, so I can only take risks."

De Yuanquan raised his front lapel, knelt down in front of her, and said, "Mother is troublesome, my son is not filial."

The old lady said: "It doesn't matter whether you call me mother or aunt. I never expect my adopted son to become my own, let alone expect that after I die, you will pass on the position of Suzerain to that girl, but you have at least one advantage, and that is your surname De, which you can't change."

De Yuanquan kowtowed and said, "It's all mother's love."

The old matriarch said: "If you want to make this matter a foregone conclusion, you must let Mrs. Chen die. You will deal with it tonight."

De Yuanquan was a little surprised, thinking that a few days ago that dead girl De Seser forced her to die, so you let Mrs. Chen survive and planned to let her slowly die of illness... The people from the Qingshan Sect have already arrived today, but they want to do such a thunderous trick suddenly. Are you really not afraid of the Qingshan Sect's attack?

The old lady said: "Using death to force these four words seems simple, but in fact it is not. You must at least let the other party know that you dare to die and you dare to let others die. I will use Chen's death to win the trust of Qingshan, and then I will use that girl Sese to force them to retreat temporarily. As long as it can be delayed for another year, it will not matter after that matter is settled."

De Yuanquan said: "Follow my mother's instruction in everything."

The old lady glanced at him and said, "You have to remember, we can force people to die, and others can make us die."

De Yuanquan thought of what the Elder Qingshan asked him, and said with a cold look: "Why don't you admire that you are not my opponent."

Xuanling Sect is the main sect of the righteous way, with the great formation of the mountain gate, even if Qingshan wants to capture it, it will have to pay a huge price, and it will take a while.

And he only needs to move his fingers to kill that dead girl De Seser.

As long as no one around Liming Lake can threaten him, Xuan Suzu Sect can drag this matter on.

The old lady is already in her dying years, and she is a little tired after just a few words.

De Yuanquan helped her onto the couch, took care of her carefully, and then left Zhaixing Tower.

Not far from Zhaixing Building to his own residence, he suddenly felt something was wrong, turned around and looked into the mountains, but found nothing.

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When the white cat returned to the courtyard, Jing Jiu sat on the futon with his eyes closed to practice.

Usually, when he was cultivating in Shenmo Peak, he usually lay down or sat casually, and rarely appeared in such a formal and ceremonial practice scene.

A mist appeared on the top of his head, and there seemed to be countless fine crystal grains in it, which were the materialized sword intent.

Cosmos Front and Hatsuko Sword moved slowly relative to each other in the fog.

There are countless ways to refine swords in the world, and no one knows better than Jing Jiu. Today he uses the sword sharpening technique.

The two swords face each other, using the intention as a bridge, and then being sharpened by the purest and sharpest sword intention between heaven and earth, the connection between them will become closer and closer.

The longer he floated in that mist, the quieter the breath of the Universe Front, and the fainter the breath of the Chuzi Sword.

There is almost no trace of the essence and blood left on the sword between Nanchong and Xiwangsun separated by thousands of years.

The white cat used its spiritual consciousness to pass on everything it saw to Jing Jiu.

The location of the island, the number and distribution of the bells, the weakness of the formation, and the cave of Deyuan Spring.

These are Jing Jiu's arrangements. It thinks that it will save people first, and then go to work.

Jing Jiu didn't open his eyes, wondering if he heard what it said.

The mist from the top of his head became thinner and thinner, and the aura of the Universe Front and the Chuzi Sword also became fainter.

The white cat vaguely guessed something, its pupils narrowed slightly, and it took two steps back to make way for a passage from the small courtyard to the sky.

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Dawn Lake is huge.

The Zhaixing Building is about twenty miles away from the places where the guests of various sects are located.

The wind chime at the corner of the eaves suddenly rang.

The old lady opened her eyes, stood up and looked somewhere, her face pale.

In a certain building not far away, the same bell rang loudly.

A ray of sword light pierced the bell and came to the depths of the building.

De Yuanquan raised his eyelids, waved his hands expressionlessly, and the bell tied around his wrist flew up to meet the sword light.

He has been secretly trained by the old matriarch for many years, and his realm is indeed profound, but the flying sword was caught by the bell!

A powerful and heavy force reached his fingers, De Yuanquan snorted and took half a step back, his brows were red as if he was about to bleed.

The flying sword's aura is cold, but it is quite wide, which looks very uncoordinated.

De Yuanquan's expression changed slightly when he thought of whose sword it was.

The wind moved slightly, and Jing Jiu appeared in front of him, pointing his right hand between his eyebrows.

It really is you!

De Yuanquan flipped his palms and clamped Jing Jiu's right hand.

He ignored the sharp pain coming from his hand and the blood that kept dripping, looking at Jing Jiu's face, his heart was full of anger and bewilderment.

In order to stand up for that dead girl De Seser, you actually came to kill me!

Even if you are a swordsman who is born in the Qingshan sect, you are already in the wild at a young age, but you dare to kill me!

Do you know what state I am in?

What absurdity!

Although he thought it was ridiculous and angry, De Yuanquan did not intend to kill Jing Jiu.

The reason is simple, he dare not.

The bell rang loudly in the building.

The bell clamping the cosmic front also began to emit silent fluctuations.

No matter how powerful a practitioner is, it is easy for these ringtones to break his heart, and then his true essence will be exhausted, so he can only be caught without a fight.

Jing Jiu's expression remained unchanged, but a ray of light suddenly appeared from his right hand.

That is not the light produced by Taoism, nor the brilliance of the magic weapon, but it was born from his hands.

The light was a bit cold, like the luster of metal.

There was a light rubbing sound.

Jing Jiu's right hand pierced De Yuanquan's head.

Not a drop of blood.

Not a bit of brains either.

The bell is silent.

When the wind blows again.

Jing Jiu disappeared.

So is Cosmic Front.

In the small courtyard more than twenty miles away, the wind picked up.

The old monk and the young monk were not on a high level, and they only vaguely felt that something had happened.

They subconsciously looked into the room and found that Jing Jiu was sitting on the futon without moving.

The white cat looked at Jing Jiu on the futon, opened its mouth in shock, and could not meow.