Chapter 519 Moisturizing Everything without Making a Sound
In the following days, two more people visited Zhao Yuan.
Like Yi Maozhai, they all vaguely guessed that Jing Jiu had a say in this matter, or at least knew about it.
Because of Zenzi's anger, Guocheng Temple cut off contact with Qingshan, so the abbot of Jingjue Temple came.
Jing Jiu felt that it was completely unnecessary to take off his clothes and get wet in the rain. Who didn't know that all the abbots and incense monks of Jingjue Temple came from Moqiu?
Without waiting for the abbot to speak, he said directly, "It's not Fu Wang."
The abbot of Jingjue Temple left disappointed.
The envoy of the Wind Saber Cult who came last was very respectful towards Jing Jiu, probably because of the advice of the Sword Master.
It seems that Cao Yuan saw the truth of that sword.
Jing Jiu thought so, and said, "It's not Fang Jingtian."
The envoy of the Wind Knife Sect left satisfied.
Autumn passed quickly, and as soon as Chaoge City entered the twelfth lunar month, it ushered in a snowfall.
Winter is here, can spring be far behind?
That's a really sad sentence.
In the snowstorm, Jing Jiu thought so, got up with his sword, and brought Gu Qing back to Qingshan.
It is snowing in Chaoge City, and it is also snowing in Tiannan.
Qingshan Jiufeng was as quiet as when he left, and so was Shenmo Peak.
At times like this in previous years, Nan Wang would ask Liu Ci to open a passage in the Qingshan formation to welcome Chuxue in.
This year she is still retreating, and Liu Ci is not here, so naturally there is no Luoxue.
Jing Jiu sat on the edge of the cliff, with his feet on the sea of clouds, looking into the distance, wondering what he was thinking.
The white cat lay beside him, looking very honest.
Han Chan squatted beside it, more honest.
Standing behind him, Lu Qing looked at the still green peaks and suddenly said, "Is it going to rain?"
It is clear that it is snowing outside now, but he asked about rain.
This is the rain that the entire Chaotian Continent is most concerned about, and it is also the rain that many people are most looking forward to.
Jing Jiu hummed lightly.
Gu Qing remained silent.
When Jing Jiu vetoed those two names in Zhao Yuanli, he was there.
Even Master Fang Jingtian can't be the next head, so who will it be?
Jing Jiu said, "What do you think?"
Lu Qing remembered many years ago.
It was also a snowy day, and Jing Jiu said a word to him on the edge of the cliff.
——You are the one to be in charge.
Thinking about this matter, no matter how calm Lu Qing's temperament was, he couldn't help but laugh.
It's not a smug laugh, but an absurd wry smile.
How could he be the leader?
If this thing really happened, he would jump into the sea of clouds at the bottom of the cliff without the help of those uncles and uncles in the peak, trying to be clean and peaceful.
"It would be the best thing for us if Master Yuan succeeds as the head."
Gu Qing thought that Master thought so, and also felt that this was the best choice.
The relationship between Shenmo Peak, Tianguang Peak and Liangwang Peak has always been bad, such as Bai Rujing, Jian Ruyun, his elder brother Gu Han, only Zhuo Rusui is a special case.
If Yuan Qijing is the head of the sect, Tianguang Peak's lineage will inevitably be suppressed, and it seems that they don't have the spirit to pay attention to Shen Mofeng's affairs.
Most importantly, Yuan Qijing can continue to restrain Fang Jingtian.
In the battle of Yuntai that year, all the strong from Qingshan came out, Fang Jingtian stood in the void and looked at Shenmo Peak, everyone felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Of course, Lu Qing would not forget that scene.
Jing Jiu ended Lu Qing's reasoning and beautiful imagination of the future with just one sentence.
"Yuanqijing is unwilling."
It may be because Tianguang Peak has been fighting with Shangde Peak for too many years, and Yuan Qijing puts the overall situation first, and he is unwilling to have civil strife in Qingshan. There may be other reasons.
Anyway he didn't want to.
Lu Qing was stunned, and said after a while: "Then it can only be Daoist Guangyuan. He has a high level and can convince people, but he is just worried that it will cause some other problems."
This is about the real person Guangyuan stopping Bu Qiuxiao on the West Sea and letting the real person Taiping escape.
Jing Jiu didn't pay attention to what Gu Qing said, and said to himself, "Convincing everyone."
Looking at the charming Qingshan, he touched his face and reaffirmed his thoughts.
He closed his eyes and began to meditate.
Ah Da glanced at him, thinking that he should respect him more in the future.
So it didn't jump on top of Jing Jiu.
Han Chan didn't know what happened, and took two mouthfuls of the cold chalcedony, then fell back, closed her eyes, raised the four armor limbs in front, and began to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
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Day and night rotate, light and shadow change, seasons alternate, the outside world is getting more and more springy, and Qingshan is gradually waking up.
Daoist Guangyuan went out, Fu Wang went out, Nan Wang went out... more and more people went out, whether this was a self-induction or some other reason, no one knew.
More and more people woke up, and there was still no noise in the green hills, it was extremely quiet.
Jing Jiu opened his eyes and looked towards the end of the sky beyond the sea of clouds.
Zhao Layue, Yuan Qu, Ping Yongjia and Han Chan had all woken up and stood behind with Gu Qing waiting for him.
Jing Jiu got up and said, "Let's go."
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Tianguang Peak is the highest.
The sunlight on the peak is still strong today, but it has been robbed of some of the brilliance by the sword lights that came one after another.
When Jing Jiu and the others reached the peak, all the people from other peaks had arrived.
Jianlu Yuanqijing, Xingyun Peak's master Fuwang, Qingrong Peak's master Nan Wang, Shiyue Peak's master Guangyuan Zhenren, Bihu Peak's master Cheng Youtian, and Shenmo Peak's master Zhao Layue.
Liangwang Peak has not set up a peak master these years, that is, all the big figures from Qingshan have arrived except for the former peak master Fang Jingtian who was retreating at Yin Peak.
Of course, that person wasn't there.
This is the most complete time that the Qingshan sect has been here for many years. In the past, even when discussing matters in Qingshan, they often negotiated with each other with swords, and rarely attended in person.
Gu Qing took Yuan Qu and Ping Yongjia to the cliff.
Guo Nanshan, Zhuo Rusui, Gu Han and others, as well as ordinary elders and disciples from other peaks were all there.
The elders of Tianguang Peak, such as Mochi and Bai Rujing, stood a little behind the peak.
Countless eyes fell on Jing Jiu, because he didn't move, he was still standing there, beside Zhao Layue.
Only six peak masters are qualified to stand on the top of the peak, why are you standing there?
Bai Rujing's face was a bit ugly, Jian Ruyun's eyes were slightly cold, Gu Han raised his eyebrows, and some discussions faintly sounded in the peak. The problem is, Jianlu Yuanqijing, the most stern, didn't speak, and Nan Wang, the most tempered, also didn't speak. Hundreds of Qingshan elders and disciples in the cliff, thinking of the rumor, fell silent.
Yuan Qijing waved his hand.
The Qingshan formation opened a passage.
Everyone looked over there.
A black line came from the sky, without any power, it passed through the peaks quietly like this, and came to the top of Tianguang Peak.
There was a soft snap.
Chengtian's scabbard was inserted into the stele and returned to its original place.
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Below the stele.
Yuan Gui slowly opened his eyes, in his old and cloudy eyes, there was a faint nostalgia.
It sent off many generations of Qingshan heads.
This one is different after all.
Ah Da slipped out of Jing Jiu's sleeve at some point, and squatted on the ground looking at the scabbard on the stone tablet, showing rare tranquility.
At the bottom of Shangde Peak, the corpse dog slowly raised his head and looked into the deepest part of the sky light. There was a little more sadness in the warm eyes.
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Yi Mao Zhai is in the deepest part of Qianlifeng Corridor.
Liu Shisui was practicing calligraphy with the Guancheng brush, which was a homework given to him by Bu Qiuxiao. After several years of practice, the brushwork was already proficient.
The sword bracelet on his wrist suddenly vibrated.
Liu Shisui followed the idea of Buerjian, got up and walked to the window, looked in the direction of Qingshan, only to realize that the wind was blowing.
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Millennium Wind Corridor.
The wind has lasted for thousands of years without stopping.
The wind at the entrance is relatively small, so there are still some buildings and some ordinary people living there, but the business is not very good.
Xiao He sat by the window, propped her chin, and looked at the road that had been deserted for several days, feeling very bored.
Suddenly, she saw a scene, and her face turned pale.
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A carriage came from the hills.
Yinfeng stood on the roof facing the wind, her feathers slightly disheveled, just like her mood at this time.
Patriarch Xuanyin sat on the shaft, his sparse hair was blown even more messy by the strong wind.
A melodious and bright flute sound came from the carriage.
It's not the lullaby of Styx, nor is it the fairy song, but the very common Huangmei ditty in the world.
Only the man in the carriage and Jing Jiu knew that Liu Ci was from Huangmei Town.
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Three-foot sword.
Zither sword.
All empty swords.
Return to the sun sword.
Chao Lai Sword.
Forth sword.
The only sword that is far away in the wind corridor of thousands of miles.
Hundreds of flying swords in the sky.
And that sword.
All the swords were quietly facing the scabbard on the stone tablet.
The Qingshan disciples bowed to the ground and said in unison: "Welcome to the master, and return the sword to Qingshan!"
Suddenly a spring rain fell, which wet the stone tablet, moistening everything without making a sound.