Chapter 531 Hot Pot and Sword, Dissipating Clouds and Smoke

While washing his face with sword fire, Jing Jiu walked towards the edge of the cliff.

With his footsteps, the dust shakes off from the clothes room, and soon it is as clean as new, and the dust escapes, just like lotus flowers after rain.

Lu Qing followed by his side, and in a very fast and calm voice, he talked about the important things in the practice world and Qingshan this year.

Looking at this scene, Zhuo Rusui thought, isn't this the image of a eunuch or treacherous minister that is often seen in storytelling? Can't help laughing out loud.

Jing Jiu glanced at him.

Zhuo Rusui hurriedly stepped aside to get out of the way, and said, "I just wiped the bamboo chair."

Jing Jiu lay down on the bamboo chair.

Standing by the side, Gu Qing continued, "I've been to Nanshan many times, and I've been here before, and I'm talking about the Yizhou incident."

Jing Jiu closed his eyes and didn't speak. It seems that today's spring is really good.

Zhuo Rusui glanced at the sky and let out a sigh of envy in his heart.

Gu Qing finally said: "Xuanlingzong sent letters to Daze and Shuiyuean to ask several times, and wanted to know the exact date of the grand ceremony."

If it's just these, he won't be under too much pressure. The key is that Shangdefeng is also pressing for questions.

Jing Jiu said, "You can figure it out."

Lu Qing thought helplessly, since I'm not the head of the sect, he had no choice but to drag on.

The concept of time in the practice world is different from that in the human world. For example, like the Wendao Conference of the Zhongzhou School, no one can be sure whether it is really 30,000 years. It is very common to advance or delay a few years.

It's just that this matter cannot be dragged on indefinitely after all.

Jing Jiu suddenly opened his eyes and said, "We're having hot pot today."

I don't know if it's because the sun is very good today, or I want to do something that the head of the sect hasn't done any rituals, or I want to review the stories of six hundred years ago and three hundred years ago.

When Daoist Taiping and Liu Ci became the masters, they both had a meal of hot pot.

Lu Qing was a little surprised, thinking what happened to you, Master?

Zhuo Rusui said repeatedly: "Good! Good! Good!"

Lu Qing glanced at him, admiring him even more, thinking that the only person who can eat two meals at Shenmo Peak is really only you.

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The most important thing about eating hot pot is the excitement, of course there should not be too few people, so Zhao Layue, Yuan Qu and Ping Yongjia who were in retreat were all called out.

Zhuo Rusui, who had been retreating in Tianguang Peak for decades, really couldn't understand what he saw.

He didn't know that Shenmo Peak's retreat was so casual.

If the hot pot is delivered by the Gu family, they will naturally get the best pot base and ingredients, whether it is Hong Mao Zhai's hot pot or Yizhou's most famous Jiuxiangju, it is not a problem, but it is too troublesome and takes too long.

Shiyue Peak can do it, after all, it is the request of the head, the problem is that they only know how to make medicinal pots, and Jing Jiu doesn't like the monkeys in that peak, so in the end, he decided to only let them provide the ingredients, and do everything else by himself.

The chef is Ping Yongjia, because he is the youngest and has been in the world for the shortest time, and he has not forgotten how to cut vegetables and put seasonings.

When he was chopping vegetables, Yuan Qu was kind enough to help, and Zhuo Rusui was watching because he had never seen anyone chop vegetables.

Jing Jiu glanced at it and ignored it. Back then in that small mountain village, he learned how to cut vegetables in just three days, killing fish and chopping chicken was no problem, and the coir raincoat cucumbers he cut out could be pulled to two feet long... At Ping Yongjia's level, even the ten-year-old ten-year-old was far behind, and I don't know why he wanted to learn swords.

Throw some sliced ​​ginger and scallions into the clear water pot, and the soup is ready.

Ascetics seldom eat, but occasionally get greedy, so Shiyue Peak prepares beef and mutton, which is naturally the best in the world.

Zhuo Rusui threw in a lot of mutton slices at the fastest speed, picked them up as soon as the color changed, and sent them all into his lips in the prepared sesame sauce like a willow branch.

Everyone was stunned.

"The taste is a little weaker."

Zhuo Rusui said without changing his face, the chopsticks in his hand had reached the freshly cut beef ribs again.

Gu Qing hurriedly filled a bowl of soup, and brought it to Jing Jiu before there was too much oil.

Zhao Layue threw a few slices of vegetables into the soup.

Jing Jiu drank a few sips of soup, ate a piece of green vegetables, and lay down on the bamboo chair again.

In an instant, all kinds of meat appeared in the pot again, filled to the brim, like a mountain.

There are still a few pairs of chopsticks sticking out of the meat mountain.

Everyone looked at the pot, waiting for the meat to be cooked, but did not speak.

Eating quietly does not mean that the atmosphere is embarrassing, but that everyone eats seriously.

Speaking of it, this should be Shenmofeng's first meal, and it should be called the bottom of the pot in the human world, or a warm residence?

Zhuo Rusui ate and ate, and suddenly realized that he was not the one who ate the most.

Zhao Layue seemed to be eating very calmly, but in fact the chopsticks never stopped, and the few disciples did not dare to compete with her teacher...

"I really underestimated you."

Of course, what Zhuo Rusui was thinking about was not eating meat, but about Jian Ruyun and Ma Hua.

He didn't like Jian Ruyun and Ma Hua, and he didn't have any sense of belonging to Liangwang Peak, but he didn't expect that Zhao Layue, a sword idiot who seemed to be devoted to cultivating Taoism, would have such a fierce side. He wanted to ask Zhao Layue a few words, but changed the subject: "Little aunt, how do you practice the acquired invisible sword body?"

The people around the hot pot all looked at him, and even Jing Jiu's half protruding ear moved.

Zhao Layue said blankly, "I practiced at Jianfeng."

"I've been sitting in Jianfeng since last spring, but it's useless. It feels like the sword intent there doesn't like me very much."

Zhuo Rusui reflected on himself: "Is it because my sword intent is too strong?"

Yuan Qu and Ping Yongjia looked at each other, thinking, isn't it because you are too cheap?

Practice is business.

Zhao Layue put down her chopsticks and began to communicate with him.

Zhuo Rusui listened carefully, but he didn't intend to put down the chopsticks in his hand.

Ping Yongjia couldn't understand what they were talking about, only knew that it had something to do with Jianfeng. This reminded him of one thing. He ran to the bamboo chair, knelt down and said to Jing Jiu, "Master, I've memorized Qingrong Peak's sword manual by heart. When can I go to Jianfeng to get the sword?"

If Jing Jiu no longer accepts disciples, he will be the closed disciple of this generation of Qingshan's head, just like Zhuo Rusui's status back then.

The problem is, Zhuo Rusui got a good sword when he first entered Tianguang Peak, and then started to retreat. At his age, he was already famous.

But now...he doesn't have a sword yet.

When he was cutting beef, mutton, cabbage, onion and garlic just now, he used Gu Qing's ordinary sword that had not been replaced.

Yuan Qu heard this, ran over with a bowl in his hand, squatted on the other side of the bamboo chair, looked at Jing Jiu and said, "Master, I can't do this sword..."

Gu Qing also remembered one thing, and said, "Master, the Meihui is about to start, and there is a sword test meeting, or do you appoint disciples to go?"

Jing Jiu stood up, Zhao Layue knew that he was a little annoyed, but before he could say anything, the peak was illuminated by the quiet sword light.

Looking at Yu Yufeng going away, Lu Qing was silent for a while, then looked back at Yuan Qu and Ping Yongjia.

Yuan Qu and Ping Yongjia knew they had done something wrong, so they didn't dare to defend themselves, so they lowered their heads.

Gu Qing pointed to the sky and said: "I don't have a sword, what did I say? Master has his own arrangements, what are you in a hurry for?"

Zhuo Rusui was listening, clicked his tongue, and said: "It seems that you are really planning to take over the head?"

Gu Qing glanced at him and said, "Do you have any objections?"

At other times, he can be calm and humble, but since this is the master's arrangement, he will not back down even a single step.

Zhuo Rusui drooped his eyelids and said, "You can ask me again when the time comes."

After saying this, he didn't say anything else, and continued to eat meat.

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The universe broke through the clouds, came to the extremely high sky, and then flew towards the place where the clouds and fog are the thickest.

The faintly visible peak in the clouds and mist is Yunxing Peak, which is also the sword peak that the disciples of Qingshan often say.

Several iron eagles were startled by the sudden arrival of the flying sword, and Jianfeng became even quieter.

Jing Jiu put away the cosmic front and walked between the steep and desolate cliffs.

As he walked, the cliff shook slightly, sand and rocks poured down, and all kinds of flying swords and sword embryos emerged from the rocks.

Jing Jiu raised the two fingers of his right hand together and pinched the Seven Plum Sword Jue.

Feeling the clear sword intent, some flying swords slowly returned to the mountain, while others flew out, hovering quietly around him.

He glanced around and pointed to a flying sword in the sky.

That flying sword vibrated slightly, seemed to be very happy, and flew to him at the fastest speed, while the rest of the flying swords returned to their respective places quietly.

Jing Jiu took the flying sword and observed it for a while.

This flying sword is not particularly straight, there are three inconspicuous turns in the middle, the blade is a little dark, it should be mixed with meteorite, and some ice flake-shaped crystals naturally grow on the surface, which looks a bit like flower petals.

Jing Jiu was very satisfied, and took the flying sword to a higher place, and inserted it into a piece of moire rock.

This flying sword is very suitable for Qimei swordsmanship, but it has not yet fully formed and needs to be cultivated on the edge of the sword for a while.

He didn't think about changing the sword for Yuan Qu, and thought it should be Shang Defeng's responsibility, but he changed his mind after seeing how pitiful Yuan Qu's previous appearance was.

Yuan Qu now has a new sword, what about Ping Yongjia's sword? After countless years of inheriting swords, there are fewer and fewer good swords in Jianfeng, especially Qingshan is getting stronger and stronger, and the return of swords is getting slower and slower. It is difficult to find a high-grade flying sword here, and it is even more difficult to find a high-grade flying sword suitable for unprovoked swordsmanship.

Qingrong Peak should have kept some good flying swords, but that would require a face-to-face meeting with Nan Wang, Jing Jiu wouldn't think so.

It seems that Ping Yongjia will have to go empty-handed for a few more years.

Jing Jiu walked to the cliff, sat in the cave, looked at the desolate scenery in the peak, and was speechless.

He has just left the customs and does not need to close his eyes to practice.

This cliff is close to the peak, and countless sword intents are sharp and terrifying. Other practitioners will feel very uncomfortable sitting here, and even suffer internal injuries if they sit here for a long time.

But he felt very comfortable, because it was very quiet here, no monkeys called, and no one was looking for him.

In the eyes of Yuan Qijing and some people, he has undergone many changes compared with his previous life, and Shenmo Peak has also become much more lively.

In fact, he is still more used to being alone.

A person doesn't need to wash his face with sword fire, he doesn't need to come to this mountain to pick up junk, he doesn't need to think about anything.

Those flying swords and sword embryos moved towards the depths of the mountain, and smoke and dust overflowed from those small round or flat holes, gradually merging with the clouds and mist covering the sword peak.

The smoke disappeared.

Looking at this scene, Jing Jiu thought of the formation named Mist and Dissipation.

The mist vanishing array can help practitioners to cut off all the karma of the world, so that they can go on the road lightly, break the thunder calamity, and open the way to heaven.

He broke the thunder tribulation and opened the way to heaven, but he failed to cut off the cause and effect of the world, so now he is sitting here, looking at the smoke and clouds in front of him in silence.

He confirmed that there was no problem with the formation he had set up, so there was only one explanation, when his senior brother taught him the formation, he was teaching the wrong one.

Of course, there is a relatively better explanation, that is, the formation that the brother learned was wrong.

He once suspected that the senior brother had bad intentions when he passed on his formation, but that was seven hundred years ago...

At that time, Emperor Hades hadn't been imprisoned in the Demon Suppressing Prison, and the senior brother wasn't the later Daoist Taiping.

What is brother doing at this time? In which mountain do you look at different scenery, have the same emotion, and then wait for the arrival of death?

Without the Chuzi sword, he would have no way to turn the sword, and everything would disappear.

But how could someone like him die quietly?

As long as there is no news for a day, it means that he is still alive, hiding somewhere, looking at the world and the green mountains he loves.

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He was attacked by Bai Ren because he failed to break the karma during his ascension. The question is why did Bai Ren do this?

Then he thought of the fairy talisman he got at the Asking Conference, and the fairy consciousness attached to it with the white blade, which showed that she had the idea of ​​coming back.

After finally going out, why do you want to come back? Is it because of the fear of the unknown and the infinite?

This is also a question that he has never figured out, and even Zhao Layue finds it incomprehensible.

The six immortal talismans were left behind when the white blade ascended, and now there are only one master and two pairs left. What will the Zhongzhou faction use these three celestial talismans for?

Now that the Qingshan sect only has Yuan Qijing and Tongtian, the Zhongzhou faction will definitely do something, but what dare they do?

Of course Jing Jiu would not let the Zhongzhou faction go, but he would never have considered these things before, but not now.

He is the head of Qingshan, so he must consider these issues, otherwise why would Tong Yan play that chess game?

Of course, the most important question right now is to find out what went wrong with the disappearing formation.

In the past, his realm was very low, and it was meaningless to think about these things. Now that he has broken through the sea, he has to think about the matter of ascension again.

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The dark light cannot penetrate the house wall, and the starlight cannot illuminate Jianfeng, which is covered by clouds and mists. Only sunlight can.

One night passed, and the morning light set, awakening Tie Ying and Jing Jiu in the cave.

He opened his eyes and went to Shiyue Peak with Chaoyang.