Chapter 527 Not the Material to Be the Head of the Sect

Ah Da felt intense vigilance and uneasiness. If it wasn't for his advanced level, he would have almost exploded into a dandelion.

It looked up at Nan Wang with an innocent face, indicating that Jing Jiu might not even know it himself.

"He seems to have been to Shuiyue Temple."

Nan Wang looked at Shenmo Peak opposite, and said to himself.

Ah Da meowed, thinking that I wasn't by his side at that time.

Nan Wang raised his eyebrows slightly, and reprimanded him, "You've been with him for so many years, yet you don't know anything? Keep an eye on me when you get back!"

After saying this, she threw it directly into the sky.

Among the nine peaks of Qingshan, Shiyue Peak is the closest to Xilai Peak, only a stone bridge away.

Shenmo Peak is the loneliest, even the nearest Qingrong Peak is several miles away.

Only a sea-breaker like Nan Wang could throw a cat so far.

Ada turned into a white shadow, pierced through the sea of ​​clouds and the night sky, drew an arc, and landed on the top of Shenmo Peak.

With a bang, stone chips flew everywhere.

Gu Qing, Yuan Qu, and Ping Yongjia, who were in a daze by the cliff, and Han Chan, who was absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, were startled, and quickly got up to look.

A pit appeared on the cliff face.

Ada crawled out of the pit, shaking his head to shake off the stone chips, and poohed several times like spitting cat hair, looking back at Qingrong Peak, his eyes were full of annoyance.

Fortunately, Shenmo Peak's restriction was not activated, otherwise it would really lose all its hair today, and it would be in pain for several days.

No matter how rustic the name is, and how harmless it looks, it seems that it has no place in Shenmo Peak. After all, it is the Lord White Ghost guarding Qingshan, and is the ancestor in the hearts of the young disciples. Naturally, it is inconvenient for Gu Qing and the three to see it in such a state of distress, so they quickly dispersed and returned to the Dao Palace.

Jing Jiu walked behind it and asked, "Are you okay?"

Ah Da looked back again and gave him a bitter look, thinking what the hell, didn't you see me like this?

Jing Jiu was a little surprised, thinking that it was nothing but resentment in the eyes, why there was hatred.

Ah Da meowed angrily.

"If you want to make Bai Rujing, you don't even say hello in advance, just pinch it down, doesn't it hurt? Also! In the end, if I didn't use coercion to shock his mind, would you have beaten him? If you want to beat him, why are you holding me all the time? Just to pretend? Pooh!"

Jing Jiu thought to himself that he had just broken through the sea, and at the critical moment before, of course it would be safer to hold you in his arms.

Ah Da's anger still persisted: "You pretended to pretend, but after pretending, you didn't care about my life or death? You actually let that drunkard hug me!"

Jing Jiu said, "She can't beat you."

"Is this a question of whether you can fight or not? If I really scratch her face, what will Yuan Qijing's attitude be? What will your attitude be?"

Ah Da became even more angry, and yelled frantically in his consciousness: "I don't know you guys yet!"

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When you say Yuanqijing, Yuanqijing has really arrived.

This time it was not Sanchijian who came, but himself.

Ah Da gave him a bitter look, but finally didn't dare to do anything, picked up Han Chan who had been pretending to be dead, turned around and walked to the cave, looking for La Yue.

Yuan Qijing looked indifferent, but felt a little strange, and asked, "What's wrong, Ah Da?"

It was inconvenient for Jing Jiu to talk about Nan Wang, so he asked instead, "Can't you wait all night?"

Yuan Qijing said expressionlessly: "If I don't explain it clearly, I always feel uneasy in my heart."

This is naturally about Liu Ci's posthumous edict.

When Bai Rujing forced Yuan Qijing to read the edict, he could see clearly that he had already guessed the content of the edict and did not want to carry it out.

Jing Jiu walked to the edge of the cliff and sat down, his legs swayed subconsciously, and he found that the soles of his feet were farther away from the sea of ​​clouds than usual.

Yuan Qijing walked behind him and took a look, and said, "Your legs are not as long as his."

Jing Jiu said, "The clouds are too low tonight."

Yuan Qijing said: "Do you really want to be the head?"

Jing Jiu said, "Is that why you don't want me to be the head?"

The starlight fell on Yuan Qijing's face, his face was like snow.

He wasn't hurt, he was angry.

Three hundred years ago, I wanted you to be the head, but who quit and let Liu Ci take over?

"Are you the material to be the head?"

Yuan Qijing said coldly: "Liu Ci is really nonsense!"

Whether it is cultivation talent, wisdom, deduction and calculation ability, conspiracy level, Jing Jiu is excellent, even perfect, he is the perfect candidate for the head of Qingshan.

The problem is that Yuan Qijing knows he is sick.

laziness.

Liu Ci also knew this very well, why did he write Jing Jiu's name in the will.

In Yuan Qijing's view, the reason is very simple, it is to defend himself.

Whether it's Fang Jingtian or Master Guangyuan, there's no need to pay attention to the opinions of Tianguangfeng's lineage. If Yuan Qijing really wants to be the master of Qingshan, who can hold him back?

It's useless even for Daoist Taiping to go back to the mountain. Looking at Chaotian Continent, there is only one person who can make Yuan Qijing back down.

Liu Ci looked gentle and low-key, he was really a man of unparalleled wisdom, and he solved all the problems that might arise in Qingshan's succession with one method.

Jing Jiu looked at the end of the sea of ​​clouds and said, "You think I want to?"

Yuan Qijing said: "Don't do it if you don't want to, haven't you been doing this for hundreds of years?"

Still looking into the distance, Jing Jiu said with complicated eyes, "You don't know the conversations I've had with him these past few years."

Yuan Qijing thought to himself that you can also chat with people?

"The words he asked me most often were always a few words, you will be the head? You will be the head? Or you will come? You will come?"

Jing Jiu was silent for a while, then said, "I'll come if I come."

The wind blows over the green hills.

Just come.

The summit was quiet for a long time.

Yuan Qijing said with a dull expression: "The method of aggressive generals is useless to you, you are still for the Chengtian Sword after all."

Although it is a scabbard, everyone in Qingshan is used to calling it Chengtian Sword.

Jing Jiu thought that no matter what you said, the master didn't have to do it, since the scabbard would not be taken out anyway.

Yuan Qijing stepped into the air, ready to leave, and said: "Since you are doing it, do it well."

Jing Jiu waved his hand, signaling him to leave quickly.

Yuan Qijing was not in a hurry to leave, and asked, "When will the grand ceremony be held?"

The important event of succeeding the head of Qingshan is naturally a big event, and it will definitely be the most grand ceremony in the practice world.

Jing Jiu said, "I'm not a disciple of Shiyue Peak."

From the bottom of the cliff came the cautious echoes of the apes.

"I don't want you to show monkeys to others."

Yuan Qijing suppressed his anger forcibly, and said: "Yunmeng Mountain has been banned today, and you know what it means. At this time, Qingshan can't keep a low profile."

Jing Jiu thought for a while and said, "Then you arrange it."

Yuan Qijing said: "I have to arrange everything, so what do you need as the leader?"

Jing Jiu still didn't say a word, anyway, you don't want to take away the Chengtian Sword.

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At the dawn of dawn, before the sun rose, the three disciples of Shenmo Peak had already woken up.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, they looked at the sea of ​​clouds in front of them, and they naturally felt magnificent, but they felt a little nervous.

The sun gradually rises from among the peaks, waves rise in the sea of ​​clouds, and the peak gradually brightens, but no one comes.

Shenmo Peak was as quiet as it had been decades or hundreds of years ago, even a little lonely.

Yuan Qu and Ping Yongjia looked at each other, and smiled embarrassedly, thinking that he was overthinking, the people who practice Taoism are quiet and inactive, and the head of the sect is not the emperor, how could such a scene like going to court appear.

Gu Qing was a little strange and didn't think much about it. He shook his head, took out the iron pot and started to make tea.

Being a disciple of the head of the sect seems to be the same as before. Apart from being relaxed, it is inevitable that there is also a little bit of sadness. At this time, the apes under the cliff suddenly cried out. Gu Qing listened quietly for a moment, then said: "There is someone down the mountain asking to see the head."

Yuan Qu looked down the mountain, his sight was blocked by the sea of ​​clouds, and he couldn't hear the sound there, but for some reason, he always felt that there was a hot air there, and he seemed to hear a buzzing beep.

When the three of them came down the mountain, they found that many elders from Zhufeng had come.

Ping Yongjia was a little worried, and asked, "Is this trying to show Master off?"

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The head of Qingshan is not the emperor, there are no major national affairs to deal with, and there are not too many intrigues in the court. Elder Zhufeng came here at this time, because there is really something that needs to be dealt with by the new head.

After Master Liu Ci left Qingshan, the affairs of the sect were handled by Yuan Qijing, but there were always some matters that needed to be decided by the head of the sect. Even if there were few matters about the sect of practice, a lot of things had accumulated in three years.

Gu Qing went forward to salute the masters from various peaks and asked what was the matter.

Now that he is the first disciple of the sect master and the prince's teacher, the elders of the various peaks will naturally not treat him as an ordinary disciple, and they dare not neglect him.

Shen Mofeng had no similar experience before, and Gu Qing thought that his master would definitely not want to deal with these matters, he was afraid that it would... suddenly feel a lot of pressure.

Yuan Qu said: "Masters, please go up to the peak and talk about it."

Ping Yongjia reminded in a low voice: "Master doesn't like too much noise."

Gu Qing thought that this made sense, so he invited the elders of Zhufeng to go to the small wooden house in the mountain.

This cabin was built by him and the monkeys thirty years ago. He lived here for a few years, and Xiao He also lived there for a while. Now it is used to receive the guests on the peak. It feels a bit like the concierge of Shenmo Peak.

Elder Zhufeng found out that he was actually arranged in such a place, he couldn't help being a little annoyed, wondering if he would have to walk the mountain road to wait here in the future to report matters? There aren't even enough chairs in this log cabin, how can I sit?

Gu Qing saw that these masters were not in a good mood, so he called the monkey group to move some tree stumps over, and asked Yuan Qu and Ping Yongjia to stay here for a good time, and then went to the peak.

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Gu Qing was a cautious and meticulous person, he remembered the elders' affairs clearly, and told Jing Jiu verbatim.

Zhao Layue glanced at Jing Jiu, thinking that these things might upset him.

Jing Jiu is fine.

He had long thought that there would be a day when he became the head of the sect, and said to Gu Qing: "Don't report this kind of thing to me in the future, you can handle it yourself."

Although Lu Qing had already guessed this possibility, he still couldn't accept it when it really happened.

No wonder the master brought himself back from Chaoge City—compared with acting as the head of Qingshan, teaching Jing Xin how to be the emperor is really not a big deal.

But these are matters that can only be decided by the head of the sect. Isn't it too irresponsible for you to hand it over to me so casually?

He felt the great pressure, and said a rare resentment: "I'm not the eunuch Bingbi named He."

Jing Jiu said, "I'm not the Emperor of Zhao either."