Chapter 562 One More Thunder, One More
(Yesterday’s chapter was revised until it was released at 8 o’clock, and even after it was released, I rushed to change a few places. From the chapter name to the last few words, I won’t talk about the specifics. As for the end of the chapter, it should have been the three words “Rain Stopped”. That would be more in line with the story and Jing Jiu’s tone. It would be plainer and more ordinary. Even if all kinds of styles are just sketches, I finally added two sentences about Lei.
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When the rain stops, it is not raining.
The thunder that sounded at this time was like a bolt from the blue.
People are struck by lightning.
A Qingshan disciple was in a trance and fell from the flying sword. Fortunately, he was rescued in time, so he did not fall to his death in the stone forest.
More people were so shocked that they couldn't speak, they stared blankly at the young man in white.
There are also many people who feel that their ears were damaged by the thunder, and they heard it wrong?
The thunder still echoed and circled in the sky, like a huge but invisible bird flying non-stop.
Other than that, there was no sound from the peaks of the Qingshan Mountain, and it was extremely quiet.
Zhuo Rusui's usual drooping eyelids had already been raised to the highest point, full of horror.
Guo Nanshan and the others were also extremely shocked, standing in place like stone statues.
The faces of Lei Yijing, Yao Songshan and other young disciples were flushed, but their eyes were a little dazed.
Whether willing or unwilling, at least at this moment, no one can accept this fact. But at the next moment, they found that many important people were so calm... such as Zenzi, Master Bai, and Master Yuanqi Jing, which made them feel extremely shocked. Could it be true?
Hasn't Master Jingyang's uncle already ascended? Why did he still stay in the world, and how did he become the person he is now?
Facing the thunderstorm falling from the sky, people reacted differently. Some would cover their heads and hide everywhere, some people would climb on the roof and shout for the rain to collect their clothes, and some people would pull out their swords in their sheaths and point to the sky, shouting to fight, and then being chopped into a scorched tree.
Yuan Qu was already scorched at this time, and felt that the top of his head was emitting green smoke.
Lu Qing looked down at the beads of sweat that fell into eight petals on the ground, wondering what kind of mood he was in, did he recall the most secretive speculations before.
Standing behind Bu Qiuxiao, Liu Shisui looked at Jing Jiu on the top of the mountain. He was completely speechless with his mouth open. He didn't need to practice closed mantra at all. He knew that the young master was not simple, and he even had extremely absurd conjectures, but in the end he didn't dare to continue to guess. Who knew that the reality was even more absurd than those conjectures!
"So you are Jingyang..."
Nan Wang turned pale, and murmured, "No wonder it's like this, but why didn't I think of it?"
More and more people like her are gradually calming down and waking up.
In the past few years, the cultivators in the Chaotian Continent have been speculating whether Jing Jiu is the blood of Master Jing Jing. The reason is because the things that happened to him are too incredible.
Only now did they realize that this was the truest answer.
Why is Jing Jiu's cultivation talent so good? Why did Master Liu Ci's will require him to be the head?
Because he is real Jingyang!
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There was also a thunderstorm on Qipan Mountain that day, and lightning illuminated the chessboard under the pavilion.
Tong Yan, who claims to be unparalleled in chess skills, finally lost to the Qingshan disciple who had obviously just started learning chess.
The picture of blood and plum blossoms that is still treasured in the palace now represents that in the snowfield road war that year, that Qingshan disciple killed countless snow country monsters overnight.
The dilapidated stone forest at the foot of Tianguang Peak witnessed that Qingshan disciple defeated several Liangwangfeng experts in a row, and even fought across the border, breaking the Blue Sea Sword that passed through Nanshan.
Different people think of different pictures, and finally land on the top of Buzhou Mountain in the illusion of Qingtianjian.
Isn't that sword that the disciple of Qingshan slashed towards the sky and the rules of the illusion, breaking the sky?
Isn't what he did just ascend?
"The reason why Shang Defeng testified against the name Jing Jiu is because I knew very early on that he is the little uncle."
Yuan Qijing looked at Fang Jingtian and said indifferently: "You should have guessed it a long time ago, why bother to ask today?"
As soon as this sentence came out, all the dust settled.
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The well is the scene, and the upper nine is the yang.
Jing Jiu is Jingyang.
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Bu Qiuxiao looked at Jing Jiu under the hut, thinking about the conversation in Chaoge City that year, his emotions were a little complicated, and he said with emotion: "It turned out that it was a real person face to face."
After saying this, he bowed down to Jing Jiu from the air and made a big salute. There are many people like Bu Qiuxiao, such as He Guogong and Zhang Yiai who have already stood up, people from Daze and Jingzong, and Chen Xueshao, the suzerain of Xuanling who is sitting in a wheelchair, bows respectfully.
Xiang Wanshu and other disciples of the younger generation looked at Jing Jiu with admiration and awe.
The eyes of He Wei and others were full of absurd and unbelievable things.
No matter in terms of seniority, talent or state, Jing Jing is the tallest person in Chaotian Continent.
Everyone thought that he ascended to the ascension decades ago, who would have thought that he is still in the world!
Except for Bai Zhenren who had guessed the truth long ago, Zen Zi and Yuan Qijing who knew the truth, there were only two people who did not respond from the beginning to the end.
Bai Zao lowered his head slightly, and the wind blew the blue hair in front of his eyes, blurring the picture of the peak and that person into many pictures.
A teardrop clotted on the eyelashes, but did not fall because the eyelashes did not quiver.
What I have known for a long time is still sad, but I can only accept it.
But it's still sad.
The spring breeze can pass through Baicheng, but the six-year snowfield is sad.
Beauty can be a hero, but sad under the crabapple tree.
The other one who didn't respond was Zhao Layue.
Of course she wouldn't feel sad, because she had been by his side, done many things together, had already guessed who he was, and had tried to ask.
Jing Jiu didn't deny it.
So she was only slightly surprised at this time, and felt relaxed and relieved at the same time.
Keeping this secret, even with those involved, is stressful for anyone.
"You finally don't want to hide it anymore?"
She looked at Jing Jiu under the hut, thinking in her heart.
It's just that you have been hiding it for so many years, why do you admit it so frankly today, and so casually and indifferently? It's like the Queen of the Snow Country prepared for tens of thousands of years in the snow field, and finally brought the beast tide southward, preparing to unify Chaotian Continent, but she was shot to death by a monk as soon as she arrived in Baicheng...
After all, I was a little surprised and a little puzzled.
Even if Fang Jingtian came prepared to prevent you from continuing to walk around the world as Jing Jiu, you can give other explanations.
Yuan Qijing will definitely continue to cover for you, and Chanzi will also help you speak, why...you just admit it like this?
Zhao Layue thought of a possibility and felt pity.
Sure enough, I'm still tired.
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Others don't think like Zhao Layue. From their point of view, Fang Jingtian obviously has the evidence that Jing Jiu is not the second son of Jing Zhai in Chaoge City, so Jing Jiu can only admit his identity. On the contrary, what they don't understand is another matter.
According to what Yuan Qijing said, Fang Jingtian had already guessed Jing Jiu's real identity, so why did he force Jing Jiu to admit that he is Jing Jiu today?
If he wanted to say that Jing Jiu was written in Liu Ci's will and not Jing Jing for the sake of being the head of Qingshan... then he would become a joke himself.
Real Jing Jing wants to be the head of Qingshan, so where does he need any will?
Looking at Qingshan and even the entire Chaotian Continent, who would dare not accept it?
Fang Jingtian suddenly looked at the ground and laughed.
There were no beads of sweat broken into eight petals on the ground there, and no teardrops in front of the eyelashes. There were only stones on the top of Tianguang Peak that had witnessed tens of thousands of years of green mountains.
The emotions in his smile were a little complicated, with some self-mockery, some sadness, and some pleasure that had been forbeared for many years.
"You are Jingyang... Uncle Master?"
Fang Jingtian raised his head, looked at Jing Jiu expressionlessly and said, "Didn't Uncle Jingyang ascend already?"
Jing Jiu said, "Some things are not finished."
This is the answer he told Zenzi in Guocheng Temple.
Fang Jingtian naturally wouldn't believe this answer, and the mockery in the smile with the raised eyebrows became more intense.
"Even if it fails, it is still so calm and breezy, always like a fairy sitting on the head of the cloud."
He looked at Jing Jiu and said, "From this point of view, you are indeed somewhat similar to my little uncle."
The people around Tianguang Peak didn't know what he was talking about.
Since Jing Jiu is the real person Jing Jing, of course he is very similar to the real person Jing Jing.
"Maybe playing a role for too long, you will become more and more like that role, but often forget who you are."
Fang Jingtian looked at Jing Jiu and said calmly, "Have you also forgotten that you are not Uncle Jingyang, but a sword?"
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(Broken dog! Bah! I scolded myself first as a respect. It’s just that I don’t know why my spirit has been inexplicably low in the past few days, and I’ve encountered the climax of this book. I really dare not rush forward and write, and write and cherish it. Write slowly, everyone read slowly, please don’t scold me. I am a person who needs a lot of love. The more love I get, the better I write!)