Chapter 559 Peaceful Season, Don't Play Idle Chess

Yuan Qu didn't directly leave with the sword, but walked down Yunxing Peak.

That sword doesn't have a name yet, and he plans to ask his master or the master martial uncle to give one to him.

Only by having a name can we better communicate feelings, and then achieve the true unity of human and sword. There is no benefit in rushing anything.

When they came to the foot of Yunxing Peak, Qingshan's fellow sects who received the news stepped forward to congratulate, and even several elders came forward, appearing very enthusiastic.

After Jing Jiu became the master, he didn't move to Tianguang Peak as usual, but still lived in Shenmo Peak, and the people and monkeys in Shenmo Peak naturally went up.

What's more, a few days ago, Daoist Guangyuan and the disciples of Shiyue Peak were sent to Xihai to take over from Bihufeng.

why? Of course, it is related to the dispute when the will was read out a few years ago.

The disciples of Qingshan once again confirmed that the sect master is a narrow-minded person, and they are naturally more cautious when dealing with disciples of Shenmo Peak like Yuan Qu.

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The twisted and frosted sword has been kept by Jing Jiu in Yunxing Peak for five years.

It has been six years since that spring rain.

It has been seven years since Suzuki Sect had civil strife.

It has been nine years since the Battle of the West Sea.

The Lu Family has distributed tea for ten years.

It was that year that Jing Jiu left Qingshan, searched for treasures and sharpened his sword everywhere, wanted to repair his right hand, went deep into the bottom of Lengshan, met the master of the underworld in front of the huge transparent wall, and made a ten-year agreement.

Now the appointed time has come.

On the day of the winter solstice, a cloudy wind blew up by the East China Sea, and the talisman paper by the Tongtianjing floated slightly, exuding a strong coercion.

There was a thunderous roar from the dark cliff, and after an unknown period of time, an ugly monster made of stones and plants slowly appeared.

Even ghost messengers couldn't break through the formations set up by the former masters of Guocheng Temple and Shuiyue Temple, so they could only stop between the cliffs tens of feet down, looking up at the gray sky.

A fallen leaf fell from Guichai's forehead, rose with the wind, passed through the formations silently, and landed by the well.

That fallen leaf is actually a person.

The man's face was pale, his face was immature, his eyebrows were extremely light, and his eyes were indifferent. He was just like a child.

Tong Yan was carrying a box in her hand, and she didn't know what it contained.

He used the heaven and earth escape method, but still touched the formation, and the runes on the cliff began to emit light, like a scorching sun.

The ghost messenger below let out a painful roar, turned around, and crawled towards the dark underground.

Tong Yan looked around, feeling a little strange.

Some time ago, the offensive of the priests finally slowed down, and the underworld master proposed to let him return to the surface of the mainland to do that big event.

It was at this time that he learned about the ten-year agreement between Master Ming and Jing Jiu.

Why isn't Jing Jiu here now? Is there no one by the Tongtianjing?

Even if those runes recognized his orthodox Taoism, how could he let that box go.

Tong Yan's expression was stern, her eyebrows were getting thicker, and suddenly she found that the runes were gradually losing their light.

A small sedan chair with green curtains came with the wind and landed gently in front of him.

Tong Yan looked at the small sedan chair with the green curtain in silence for a long time, but finally chose to believe it, and walked in with the suitcase.

There was no one in the small sedan chair with the green curtain, which seemed normal, but it was definitely not the case.

Tong Yan didn't think about where the Supreme Elder of Shuiyue Temple went, put the box under her feet, and closed her eyes.

The small sedan chair with the green curtain shook slightly, and it should have left the ground and flew up.

After more than ten breaths, Tong Yan opened her eyes, hesitated for a while, and reached out to lift a corner of the car curtain.

Everyone in the practice circle knows that the green curtain sedan chair is a sacred object of Shuiyue Nunnery, and they don't know what method Jing Jiu used to borrow it.

The car curtain was lifted, but no wind came in, and there was no sound.

The fields and green hills below swept back at an unimaginable speed, and it was impossible to see the details clearly.

Tong Yan didn't put down the car curtain, quietly watching the scenery that couldn't be seen clearly.

After staying in the underworld for these years, I have seen too many colors of black, white and fire. I haven't seen such green and rich colors for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, the green curtain sedan gradually slowed down, the height gradually decreased, and it reached the ground.

The town is full of fog. Pedestrians walk through the fog, some are used to it, and some have surprises on their faces. They keep reaching for the fog, obviously tourists.

The small sedan chair with the green curtains moved forward slowly, and the voices of people's discussions came in clearly.

The strange thing is that those passers-by didn't seem to see the small sedan chair with the green curtain, and they didn't show any surprise.

The sacred objects of Shuiyue Temple have their own mysteries.

The small town was very lively, and those discussions were endless, and it didn't take long for Tong Yan to know where this place was and what happened.

This place is very close to Qingshan, and it is called Yunji Town. Recently, there was a grand festival in the town to celebrate the imperial court's exemption of Tiannan's tax for three years.

The reason why the imperial court was so generous was because the real person named Jing Jiu was about to officially take over as the head of Qingshan.

The green-curtained sedan passed through the fog and the crowd, leaving behind the voices of discussion, and came to a large mansion in front of the mountain outside the town.

There is a small stream flowing in the mountains, passing through the house, there are not many flowers and trees on both sides of the bank, but it can be seen everywhere. It is obviously carefully designed but has a natural wildness.

The mist flows along with the stream between the flowers and trees in the courtyard, quiet and pure, it is really a fairyland on earth.

The green curtain sedan stopped in the courtyard, the meaning was very clear, this is where Tong Yan will live in the future.

Tong Yan glanced at the box in front of her and said, "I'm going to the Sword Prison."

There were faint knocking sounds from inside the box, but I don't know if it was anger or fear.

The green curtain sedan was slightly shaken, flew up again, broke through the clouds and mist, and went straight to the sky, heading towards the green and beautiful peaks ahead.

Not long after, several sword lights illuminated the sky, and Guo Nanshan came up with several Qingshan disciples.

The relationship between Qingshan Sect and Shuiyuean was very complicated in the past, they were both enemies and friends at times, just look at Lian Sanyue's mood, but now the situation is completely different, the two parties have already established a very stable alliance relationship, at the meeting at Guocheng Temple, Shuiyuean clearly stood on Qingshan's side, completely ignoring Bai Zhenren's feelings.

Guo Nanshan and the others naturally thought that the person sitting in the small sedan chair with the green curtain was the Supreme Elder of Shuiyue Nunnery, so naturally they would not interrogate them, saluted respectfully, and gave way to the passage.

How could they expect that sitting in the small sedan chair with the green curtain was Tong Yan who had been missing for many years.

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The green curtain sedan flew among the peaks, but instead of going to Tianguang Peak following the guidance of Guo Nanshan, it turned directly to Shangde Peak.

Guo Nanshan was stunned, wondering if the Supreme Elder of Shuiyue Nunnery had an old relationship with Uncle Jian?

The senior and the teacher wanted to meet and talk ahead of time, so these junior disciples naturally didn't dare to stop them, so they had to go to Shangde Peak accordingly.

The ice and snow on Shangde Peak does not melt all year round, and it is bitterly cold, and the relationship with Tianguang Peak has always been bad. After passing Nanshan to send people, they left without stopping.

Yuan Qijing looked at the small sedan chair with green curtains and frowned slightly, obviously displeased.

He didn't like conspiracies and tricks the most, and he didn't want to mess with them, so he turned and left without looking at who was in the sedan chair with the green curtain.

It's just that before he left, he didn't forget to order Chi Yan, and before the green curtain and sedan chair left, no one was allowed to approach the cave.

Tong Yan carried the suitcase and walked out of the small sedan chair with the green curtain, and came to the well, stretched out her hand to press the snow-covered well wall, looked at the deep well bottom, and shook her head.

He had just climbed out of the deep well, and was about to enter this cold well again. He thought to himself that he really had some conflicts with the word well.

No matter how he didn't like it, he wanted to go after all. He jumped into the well with the box in his hand, and slowly fell down along with the sky light.

After floating for an unknown amount of time, he came to the ground.

The black mountain-like corpse dog slowly opened his eyes, looking at Tong Yan, his eyes were very warm, as if he had some sympathy for the child.

Having lived in the dark world for so long, it knew what it was like.

Seeing its eyes, Tong Yan's chest warmed up, she saluted respectfully, and walked towards the depths of the Sword Prison with the box.

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The passage of Sword Prison is very quiet, like a tomb, just like when Tong Yan came several years ago.

Suddenly, the door of a cell made an extremely dull sound, obviously the prisoners inside were knocking.

Immediately afterwards, a similar situation appeared in several other cells, and at the same time, the prisoners could be heard screaming angrily.

Tong Yan thought to herself that she was worthy of the blood of the royal family, and that through the box and the prison cell, the people could smell her own scent.

The further the passage was, the drier and brighter it became. When she came to the hall, Tong Yan subconsciously stopped, looked at the lonely cell, and frowned.

He kept thinking about where the Qingshan sect would hide Xue Ji.

Sword Prison is the best choice, but also the most impossible choice.

How could Xue Ji agree to be a prisoner?

Tong Yan withdrew her gaze and continued to walk towards the front of the passage. It didn't take long before she arrived among the beautiful peaks.

The blue sky is too blue, the sun is too soft, the grass is too green, the beauty is not real, here is the hidden peak of Qingshan.

There is a green hill in front, wild flowers are blooming everywhere, and there is a sense of regularity in the seemingly messy branches.

Tong Yan frowned again, feeling that something was about to happen.

Outside the cave in the green hill, the gemstones emitted a clear red light, indicating that someone was cultivating inside.

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Back in her cave, Tong Yan arranged the formation, and did not forget to reach under the table to change the gems outside the cave from green to red, and then opened the box.

Ah Piao floated out of the box, with leaf-like black hair covering his forehead, his translucent face was very pale, as if painted with powder, he looked like an ordinary child.

Tong Yan said: "After the grand ceremony is over, the head master will come to see you."

A Piao looked at the chessboard on the stone table and said, "There is a game of chess that has not been played yet."

Those scattered chess pieces were dropped by Jing Jiu and Tong Yan twice a few years ago, representing the situation between the Qingshan School and the Zhongzhou School.

Tong Yan glanced at him and said, "Do you still want to play chess?"

A Piao said: "I've never won against you down there, so I'm really not interested, but this time it's not me."

Hearing this sentence, Tong Yan was silent for a long time, and said: "He is the head of Qingshan now, how else can you win?"

Ah Piao came to him and patted his chest with his palm.

The seemingly simple movement, because it is too fast, as fast as lightning, actually gives people a feeling that they cannot escape.

Tong Yan stayed in the underworld for several years, with a lot of her true energy scattered, and she was in an extremely weak state, and she couldn't escape.

With a soft bang, Ah Piao's small leaf-like hand landed on Tong Yan's chest.

Tong Yan's face became even paler, and two streaks of blood flowed from her ears.

"You should also be considered my half-sister, but I'm sorry, some things have to be done, so I have to wrong you."

Ah Piao looked at him and said seriously.

Tong Yan raised her hand, wiped off the blood on her cheeks, and said, "The timing of your attack is wrong."

Ah Piao opened his innocent eyes and asked, "Why?"

Tong Yan said: "You should be the first to attack when you are outside."

There was a look of fear in Ah Piao's eyes, and he said, "That green-curtained sedan chair is a bit weird, and it scares me."

Tong Yan said: "This is Qingshan Hidden Peak, even if you kill me, there is no way to get out."

"Yeah?"

Ah Piao walked to the gate of the cave, took out a bamboo flute out of nowhere, brought it to his lips and blew a few notes.

The stone gate opened without wind.

Ah Piao turned to look at Tong Yan, said with a smile: "You said that I would be a student of the real master, but in fact, I had a gentleman before that."

Tong Yan said: "That gentleman wants to be extraordinary."

A Piao said: "My master Taiping is real, of course he is extraordinary."

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(That explosive update has nothing to do with me. For me, explosion is even more impossible, and it is impossible in this life... Also, a few days ago, I suddenly discovered that in QQ reading, the system is actually canvassing votes automatically, using my tone. I thought, no wonder some readers said angrily, because my updates will not vote for me anymore... It seems that I am a new reader.