Chapter 521 Talk About Jing Jiu, Why Jing Jiu?
A thousand years old, stay behind for the history of Jinling
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
The autumn grass in Saiyuan said it was safe again. Honorable Mention, Hero List. Jin Tang is full of vigor, Zhu Yufei Tan laughs. Spring is approaching, and the plum blossoms seem hard to grow old.
Don't worry about the golden statue falling down. Feng Zhao saw it. I can't keep it, Little Jiangdong. Go calmly and straighten things out. Thousands of years old, from now on it is all about the middle school exam.
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From Youyi to Baoshen, from Zhitong to Shouyi, then from Chengyi to Wuzhang, and then wandering through the sea to Tongtian, the realm of Qingshanzong is like this. For Zhao Layue, Zhuo Rusui and those names that often appear in this story, this is a very natural process. It looks very simple, but it is not the case at all.
Cultivation is a very difficult thing. Each realm will stop about half of the practitioners, and it takes five times to break through the realm from Zhitong to Breaking the Sea. It is easy to calculate that the practitioner who can reach that step can be said to be one in a thousand.
Some practitioners are not talented enough, but have a strong will. They want to use years and months to get through that threshold, but the problem is, if your realm is not enough, how many years can you have?
Therefore, most practitioners will determine early on that they have nothing to do with ascension, and then determine that they will stagnate in a certain realm, knowing that they will live here and die here.
This is really a very hopeless thing.
But just like the attitude of mortals towards death, the more desperate things happen, the more we will get used to it.
This can be called numbness, which is actually not thinking.
Ming Guoxing is such a disciple of Qingshan. He has already entered the initial state of Wuzhang many years ago, and then... there is no more.
These years, he was in charge of registering visitors at the mountain gate. He had the name of an immortal teacher and worked as a deacon. Until these two years, he finally became an immortal teacher of Nansong Pavilion with his qualifications. His essence remained unchanged and there was no hope.
He didn't expect himself to be as lucky as Senior Brother Lu, meeting such a few apprentices, to be able to go back to the Nine Peaks and have to give pills to break through the situation.
However, the life in Nansong Pavilion was quite comfortable, and the admiration in the eyes of these young people was really pleasant.
Because of these adoring eyes, Ming Guoxing decided to talk more today, raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you know about the Xuanling Sect?"
Those young outer disciples nodded repeatedly, waiting excitedly for the next sentence, and some of them couldn't help shouting.
"It's Master Jing Jiu!"
"Young Master Uncle is amazing!"
Ming Guoxing smiled and said: "You know that he also came out of Nansong Pavilion, but you probably don't know that I connected him to Qingshan back then."
If asking the name and taking notes at the mountain gate can be regarded as an introduction... He thought in his heart, anyway, Senior Brother Lu would never come to Nansong Pavilion again.
Hearing these words, these outer disciples were very surprised. They looked at Ming Guoxing with even more fiery eyes, and asked what kind of person Uncle Jing Jiu was. Ming Guoxing stroked his beard and squinted his eyes, as if he was recalling the scene at that time: "That young man in white clothes fluttering, beautiful beyond words, you can tell extraordinary at a glance..."
His voice suddenly stopped.
The outer disciples were a little puzzled, wondering what happened?
Ming Guoxing walked to the window and looked at the mountains in the distance, his expression became solemn.
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The twilight shone on Xijianxi, as if a golden whip held in the hands of the gods, might rise from the ground at any time and whip it to all parts of the mainland.
The young disciples by the Xijian River have not inherited the sword yet, so they are not qualified to go to Tianguang Peak, but compared with the outer sect disciples in Nansong Pavilion and other places, they at least know the big event that is happening, so they are not in the mood to look at the beautiful scenery that they have seen for several years.
Some people even thought of more distant things. After hundreds of years, who among the three generations of disciples might become the future master?
Guo Nanshan is the first disciple of Qingshan, and Zhuo Rusui is the closed disciple of the head real person. They seem to have great hopes, and several names have been mentioned at the same time.
Then, a very bright disciple denied the possibility of the above-mentioned people with just one sentence.
"Don't forget, Aunt Layue and Uncle Jing are still very young."
Yes, Zhao Layue and Jing Jiu are teachers, but they are younger than Guo Nanshan, Zhuo Rusui and others.
How can a disciple compete with an elder for the head?
Unfortunately, these two elders are still so young, they can't do it even if they want to die.
Looking at it this way, in a few hundred years, is it really possible for the little uncle to be the head?
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Dusk fell over the peaks.
The top of Tianguang Peak inherited the last skylight, it is still bright, and the picture is very clear.
No one spoke because of shock.
Countless lines of sight fell on that chair.
That represents the head of Qingshan.
What's going on here?
What happened?
Why is Jing Jiu sitting there?
People feel that they are not dazzled, or blind.
Yuan Gui was very slow, the Chengtian sword had already been taken away, and it only reacted with an ouch.
The ouch woke everyone up.
Everyone groaned in their hearts, remembering the three words Jing Jiu said just now.
"Let me do it."
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What are you here for?
Wind or rain?
Wait for the meal or the food?
To rest or to play?
It can't be... You will be the leader, right?
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Jing Jiu was sitting in a chair, looking down at Chengtian's scabbard, obviously not intending to get up.
The eyes of people looking at him gradually changed from bewilderment to astonishment, then to anger, and finally back to bewilderment.
Do you want to be the head of Qingshan?
This is really ridiculous!
Yes, this incident was so absurd that the peak masters and elders didn't know whether they should be angry or laugh.
Nan Wang raised his eyebrows, feeling that this matter was very interesting, and said, "This is also okay?"
Master Guangyuan turned his head slightly, and looked at Jing Jiu curiously.
Since it is an absurd thing, it must be resolved as soon as possible, otherwise, what will be the face of the Qingshan Sect?
Yuan Qijing kept a strange silence, but someone always got angry faster.
"Are you crazy!"
Bai Rujing walked out of the crowd, looked at Jing Jiu and shouted sharply.
No one thought that Elder Bai lost his composure, because many people thought that Jing Jiu was crazy. If today was not a special occasion, what people wanted to say to Jing Jiu was the Qingshan catchphrase - choosing the head of Qingshan is such an important event, even if you are Jing Jiu, you can't be so nonsense!
Yao Songshan, Lei Yijing and other young disciples who admired Jing Jiu very much on weekdays also felt very embarrassed at this time, and subconsciously turned their faces away.
Even a thick-skinned guy like Zhuo Rusui felt a little ashamed and panicked, and fanned the wind with his hand.
The people in Shenmo Peak were naturally even more nervous, Lu Qing's face was a little pale, Yuan Qu and Ping Yongjia were trembling together even though they didn't really embrace each other.
Only Zhao Layue looked calm, as if he didn't know how serious this matter was.
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Jing Jiu was also very calm, as if he wasn't the person involved, he didn't step on Yuan Gui's back to take down the Chengtian Sword, he didn't sit in that chair and say "I'll do it".
He withdrew his gaze from looking at Chengtian's scabbard, looked at the disciples on the peak and in the sky, and met hundreds of gazes.
"What are you doing looking at me like that?"
He said: "This head is not what I want to do."
After saying this, he patted Chengtian's scabbard, neither light nor heavy, and he didn't seem to have any special emotions.
It's not like those poets clapping on the railing upstairs, it's more like fishermen clapping on the boat and singing.
A sword intent floated out of the sheath.
The peak masters and elders are very aware that this sword intent is the master's sword intent of Chengtian, and no one can forge it.
The sword intent encountered the remaining mist on the top of Tianguang Peak, and condensed countless fine water droplets, which were gradually revealed by the setting sun.
Everyone was surprised and thought, could this be the will left by the real master?
As the drops of water became denser and the words became clearer, people's emotions became more and more tense.
Whose name did the real master write in the will?
Is Fang Jingtian still Guangyuan Daoist, or a peak leader that no one has thought of, such as Nan Wang?
Looking at the words that became clearer and clearer, Nan Wang felt a little heavy.
She doesn't have any ambitions for the position of head, but if her brother dotes on her so much, she will of course continue.
Finally, those words fully appeared.
The content of Liu Cizhen's will is very simple, only five words.
"Qingshan returns to Jingjiu."
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There is no possibility of any misreading or forced interpretation of these five words into other meanings.
Master Liu Ci's will is very clear, the next head of Qingshan is Jing Jiu.
Everyone in Qingshan looked at the chair in shock again, but their eyes were no longer the same as before.
Just now they thought that Jing Jiu, who was sitting on the chair, was crazy.
Now they think the world is crazy.
Was it really Jing Jiu?
How could it be Jing Jiu?
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Qingshan disciples will be checked out before they enter the school.
Jing Jiu's origin is very clear, Shang Defeng has already reached a conclusion, there is no problem.
He is the second son of the Jing family in Chaoge City. He has been a Taoist since he was a child. He left home when he was young, seeking immortals everywhere. He was discovered and brought back by Lu, a disciple of Shangde Peak, in a certain mountain village. Afterwards, he experienced the four great competitions of Chengjian, Jianjian, Meihui, and Wendao, and the sword was heard of in the world, and thus became the strongest young generation in Qingshan and even the entire cultivation world.
There are many Qingshan disciples like Yao Songshan and Lei Yijing, and they admire him very much. The three words "Little Martial Uncle" have long been his exclusive nouns in Qingshan.
His talent has long surpassed the category of ordinary geniuses, and his speed of improvement may even rank first in the entire history of Qingshan.
After the Battle of Xihai, due to some incidents, many people privately speculated about his real identity, and even suspected that he was a descendant of Master Jingyang.
But no matter what, Jing Jiu is just a young man.
He has only entered Qingshan to learn swords for more than 30 years, and compared with the real strong, there is still a long way to go.
How could Master Liu Ci hand over Qingshan to him?
The Tianguang Peak was silent.
People don't know what to do.
The sect master's will is so absurd, how can it be accepted?
But that was a will after all.
At this time, someone finally stood up.
"I object!"
The person who dared to stand up against the edict of Reverend Liu Ci was not Yuan Qijing, who didn't want to read the edict just now, nor Reverend Guangyuan who was the highest level other than him, or even a second-generation elder, but a young third-generation disciple, his name was Jian Ruyun.
Jian Ruyun was born in Yunxing Peak, ranked fourth in Liangwang Peak, and had the title of genius, but on this occasion, he was just an ordinary young disciple, and no one thought that he would have the courage to stand up first.
Many Qingshan disciples were surprised, but those who knew the past took it for granted.
Jian Ruyun's younger brother was killed by a demon from the underworld because of investigating the case of Zuo Yi in Bihu Peak, and he has kept this account on Jing Jiu and Liu Shisui.
How could he see Jing Jiu become the head of Qingshan?
No, even if he died, he would not agree.
Jing Jiu calculated that there must be someone who would stand up and object.
He didn't care who stood up, he just glanced at Yuan Qijing.
According to the rules of the Qingshan Gate, this is a problem that should be solved by the sword rule.
"The head of the sect is appointed by the will, this is the sect's rule."
Yuan Qijing looked at Jian Ruyun and said, "Do you know what you are doing?"
A will is enough.
At least that's what the rules say.
"As a disciple of Qingshan, it is a capital offense not to obey the edict of the master."
Jian Ruyun landed on the top of the peak, saluted Yuan Qijing, and said in a deep voice: "I will apologize with death afterwards, but I still object."
This is what I mean with my blood.
Even in the face of Qingshan Sword Law, he still showed no fear and no intention of retreating.
That's right, he is not even afraid of death, what else can make him feel afraid?
Such a tragic statement really moved many people.
Few ascetics are willing to give their lives to accomplish one thing, let alone stop one thing.
Yuan Qijing said: "Your objection is not important."
In fact, Jian Ruyun's life and death are not important to Qingshan Sect.
He stood on the top of the peak, his figure was a little lonely.
Suddenly there was a sound of breaking wind.
A fat Qingshan disciple landed on the peak and stood beside Jian Ruyun.
Yuan Qijing and the peak masters don't know him, if Jian Ruyun still has some weight, who is this fat man?
Zhao Layue knew that his name was Ma Hua, and his talent was ordinary, but his thoughts were extremely complicated, so he was a little surprised that this person also stood up.
There are many people who admire Jing Jiu in Qingshan, and naturally there are also people who envy, hate and even hate him.
Due to various reasons, more than ten Qingshan disciples landed on the peak and stood behind Jian Ruyun.
Yuan Qijing said that Jian Ruyun's life was not important, so what about the lives of more than ten Qingshan disciples added together?