Chapter 575

The cold is getting deeper, the fog is getting thicker, and there are occasional snowfalls, and people keep coming.

More and more practitioners came to Yunji Town. They either knelt outside the fog and kowtowed incessantly to bow to Master Jingyang's door, or stood in the distance and looked at the fog expressionlessly, with occasional greedy expressions in their eyes, or cursed at the thick fog, shouting to avenge Master Jingyang and get rid of the sword demon, but no one dared to rush over. Scenes of absurd or ridiculous plots are constantly staged outside Yunji Town, updated daily.

For these things that happened in Yunji Town, Qingshan Sect seemed to be completely ignorant and ignored them at all.

As time passed, those practitioners confirmed Qingshan's attitude, and they stopped being nervous. They walked casually in Yunji Town, appearing extremely noisy, and even harassed ordinary residents several times. This situation did not improve until a certain day later.

A wild student from the Tianqing Sect, who thought he was gifted, was the future of the righteous way, and often yelled unsavory words outside the fog, such as monsters, such as death struck by a thunderbolt. The thick fog was still quiet, and he ignored him, so he became more reckless, and even broke into a certain restaurant in Yunji Town.

In the restaurant, after the crazy student drank a few jars of wine, he started to do something more extreme.

At this moment, the sky was filled with dark clouds, the fog on the street suddenly cleared, and a blood-colored thunder fell from the sky!

The bloody thunder accurately and miraculously passed through the roof of the restaurant, and landed on the mad student of Tianqingzong in the box.

Tianqingzong Kuangsheng didn't even have time to parry, and was blasted into scum by that bloody thunder!

——To be precise, it wasn't that broken, he was just blasted into a dozen or so burnt lumps of meat.

The incisions of those pieces of meat were very smooth, without any blood spilling out, obviously cut out by the flying sword.

In the practice world, this bloody flying sword is very famous.

Although he died nine times without regret, he was named Furth.

That was the sword that Jing Jingren had at the beginning, but now it belongs to Zhao Layue, the last peak master of Qingshan Zongshen.

The mad student of Tianqing Sect was naturally honest, and so were the other practitioners in Yunji Town. The pretentious ones were speechless, and those who kowtowed were more sincere, especially those practitioners who shouted to kill monsters slipped out quietly.

The tranquility of Yunji Town was restored, and the residents continued their normal lives. The shops selling steamed cakes and steamed buns reopened, and they even dared to say a few words to those practitioners.

The restaurant was also reopened, and the smell of the hot pot drifted away with the mist, attracting many practitioners who had nothing to do, but the box on the second floor facing the street had never been opened, no matter how much the practitioners paid, it was useless. As for things like threats... No one has forgotten that the mad student of Tianqingzong who was blasted into slag by the blood-colored thunder died in this restaurant.

"Why has no one heard of that sword? Isn't Qingshan's first sword Chengtian sword?"

"During the Battle of the West Sea, many people knew that Chengtian was not a sword, but a scabbard. It is said that it was used to hold the sword of everything."

"That sword of all things is really Tianbao?"

"Then there is still a fake? If it wasn't Tianbao's true spirit, how could it be possible to take away the soul of Jingyang Zhenren and reincarnate as a human?"

"This fellow Taoist, please be careful with your words. It's not that Wanwu took the soul of Jingyang Immortal with a single sword, but that an authentic reincarnates with a sword with great supernatural powers."

Some of the practitioners in the restaurant came here at the very beginning, and some of them came recently. The discussions would eventually turn into disputes until they glared at each other, and the process kept repeating.

Now the practice community is basically sure that Jing Jiu is the sword demon, because there are too many relevant evidences, and he has never dared to take out the Chengtian sword to prove it. Most of these cultivators who came to Yunji Town believed that the person in Wuli was the reincarnation of Jing Jing, or it was their wish.

The real Taiping once asked A Piao to say a word - who you are is not a self-evident truth.

But if you want to say who is the person with the highest realm in the practice world, this is the truth that does not need to be explained.

Real Jing Jing is the number one person in Chaotian Continent in a thousand years.

Even if he may fail in his final ascension, he is still the number one person in a thousand years.

This has been the common opinion in the practice world for hundreds of years.

At the beginning, Master Jingyang's fake cave attracted so many practitioners to take the risk to inquire, but this fog may be Master Jingyang's real body, who wouldn't want to come and see it? Even if you don't have the chance to meet, but you can look at this fog, you may be seen by people in the fog, and you can absorb the same heaven and earth aura from being so close, that is a great blessing.

Nothing can stop practitioners from yearning for the Dao.

Jingyang real person is the way.

"Fellow daoists, sit down, I'm going back to Jingyuan first."

A monk from Dongyi Road put down the chopsticks in his hand, bowed his palms to the practitioners around the restaurant, and walked out.

It has been a long time since the Qingshan Grand Ceremony, and the Qingshan Sect simply ignored the practitioners in Yunji Town, and there was no movement in the fog, but the practitioners had no intention of leaving. The Dongyi Taoist monk waited outside the thick fog every day except when eating, without any impatience.

There are many practitioners like him, and they all feel that Master Jingyang should be testing his own will.

Looking at the back of the monk walking out of the town, a middle-aged man with the appearance of a scholar said with a slight mockery: "I come here every day to eat meat and drink... I heard that they are still forbidden to marry. I really don't know how the masters of Guocheng Temple can bear these evil monks and not expel them from the Zen sect early."

The rest of the practitioners just smiled and did not answer, while some stood up and chased after the monk.

The middle-aged scholar was stunned, with a self-deprecating smile on his face, and said: "It doesn't matter, sincerity makes the spirit, I will wait another hundred days to talk about it."

After saying this, he put down a piece of gold leaf, and strode out of the restaurant.

The rest of the practitioners looked at each other and smiled, each put down the gold leaves, said to go together, and went like that.

The shopkeeper of the restaurant came out from behind, picked up the gold leaves from those tables one by one, put them in his pocket at random, then lifted the soup pot to add some white soup for the guests at the last table, said a few gossips, and walked back to the back with a calm and composed expression, unaware that the money collected today could be equivalent to a year's income of a large restaurant in Chaoge City.

"This shopkeeper is an ordinary person, but he is obviously not ordinary. It seems that this restaurant is not an ordinary place."

The guests at the last table were master and apprentice, the older one had calm eyes, it was Zhou Yunmu, the elder of Xuantian Sect, and the younger one was the current Xuantian Sect Master Lu Jin.

"I once heard a rumor that Senior Zhao Layue likes to eat hot pot very much." Lu Jin said: "I also found out the name clearly before. It is said that there is a huge house in the fog. Everyone thought that this should be the other garden of the real Jingyang, so they named it Jingyuan."

Zhou Yunmu looked at the street outside the restaurant, and said: "As a teacher, I was lucky enough to become a Nascent Soul at the beginning, and I saw more scenery... Your talent is similar to mine, and your temperament is far superior to mine. I can't bear you to stay in this state. Nascent Soul is not enough. Since there is such an opportunity now, I hope you don't miss it."

"I once fought side by side with Senior Jing Jiu...in the Meihui Dao Battle, but I was actually under his protection, and that was thirty-two years ago."

At the beginning, Lu Jin was the most respected genius disciple of Xuantianzong. It was extremely difficult to enter the ranks of Meihui Daoist, and then he was divided into a group with Jing Jiu.

After that, Jing Jiu quickly became the brightest star among the younger generation in the cultivation world, and later became the master of the Qingshan Sect!

Occasionally, he would think of that past event and feel a lot of emotion.

As for whether to visit Jing Jiu, he didn't even dare to think about such a thing.

Compared with a behemoth like Qingshanzong, Xuantianzong is like an ant, the gap between the two sides is too big, and it is completely impossible to reach.

It's just that who would have thought that now that such an accident occurred, Jing Jiu might be the reincarnation of the real Jing Jing!

Regardless of whether it's Jingyang Daoist or Sword Demon, in short, he has been expelled from Qingshan now, even if the possibility is still very low, he is always much closer to the human world, so visit this kind of thing, can you think about it?

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The so-called Jingyuan cannot be seen in the dense fog at all, it is just an imaginary existence. The mountain stream flows between the gentle slopes, and in the open space among the flowers and trees, there are practitioners who closed their eyes and meditated everywhere, and some... practitioners who are constantly trying out Taoism or sword skills, the bustle is like a market.

Looking at this scene, Zhou Yunmu and Lu Jin were very surprised, thinking what's wrong?

"The Liushui Sanhua Sect is a foreign sect of the Wuen Sect. The swordsmanship is not bad, and this young man's talent is not bad, but he thinks that he can be favored by the real Jingyang? What are you thinking?"

The middle-aged scholar who had appeared in the restaurant before, looked at the young practitioner who was wielding a sword before the fog, and said mockingly, "Just flying around like this, juggling?"

Lu Jin listened to this person's harsh words, and explained with a smile: "Everyone who comes here has something to ask for, why should you be so?"

The middle-aged scholar snorted coldly, and said, "I don't want to ask for any secrets of kendo, let alone be greedy to be accepted by a real person. It's just that someone in my family is sick, and Guocheng Temple can't cure it, so I can only come here."

Someone in the family is sick, this sentence is very common and indifferent by this person, but it is obviously not the case, otherwise why would you go to the Guocheng Temple and come here to suffer?

Lu Jin felt a little sympathetic, and thought that since it was a disease that even Guocheng Temple couldn't cure, it would be extremely troublesome to think about it, so why did you come to find Master Jingyang?

Zhou Yunmu said: "Reverend Jingyang has a half-teacher friendship with Chanzi, and as the saying goes, one method can master all methods, and there may be a real solution."

The middle-aged scholar said with a slight expression, "Your knowledge is extraordinary."

Lu Jin said: "Xuantianzong Lu Jin, didn't you ask for advice?"

The middle-aged scholar had a slightly different expression, and said, "You are the Xuantian sect master? Could this be senior Zhou Yunmu?"

Hearing these words, the cultivators around looked over one after another, and then came over to greet them.

Xuantian Sect is a small sect in the practice world, but in the past few decades, Zhou Yunmu and Lu Jin have emerged as two quite good suzerains. In the past few years, Zhou Yunmu has even become a strong man in the Nascent Soul stage. Among ordinary small sects and casual cultivators, he is considered a rare master.

Why did they also come to Yunji Town?

Just as the practitioners were thinking about this question, suddenly there was an exclamation from somewhere.

"The door is open... Jingyuan is open!"

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The dense fog has never cleared, and Jing Yuan has never revealed his true face, let alone opened the door.

After waiting for many days, it finally came to this day. Those practitioners didn't react for a while, and stood there in a daze.

After a while, they woke up, their bodies trembling slightly, but they still didn't dare to take a step forward, only dared to stand where they were.

Yuan Qu came out of the courtyard, looked at the crowd and asked, "Where is the Taoist friend of Xuantianzong?"

Countless eyes fell on Zhou Yunmu and Lu Jin.

Zhou Yunmu and Lu Jin were also very surprised, thinking what's wrong? But he didn't dare to delay, walked quickly to the courtyard, saluted Yuan Qu, and showed his identity.

Yuan Qu stretched out his right hand, motioning for them to go in with him.

The rest of the ascetics were in an uproar, thinking that even if Zhou Yunmu is a rare Nascent Soul master in the small sect, what is wrong with us?

Some people subconsciously took a few steps forward, wanting to say a few words with Yuan Qu.

Yuan Qu didn't do anything, just glanced at these people indifferently.

Don't think that he has no sense of presence on Shenmo Peak, but his eyes are as cold as snow, quite a bit of the majesty of an old uncle.

Those people were shocked and did not dare to take half a step forward.

"Sect Master Lu!"

Suddenly, there was a trembling shout from the crowd.

The middle-aged scholar took a few steps forward, knelt down on the ground with a snap, and raised an excellent revised booklet with both hands.

The cold winter wind blows the books, revealing the old or new ink characters.

This is not a practice technique, nor is it a roster of treasures, but medical records and prescriptions...

He didn't ask Lu Jin to bring him into Jingyuan, he just hoped to find a chance for his family.

Lu Jin knew that today's opportunity was extremely rare, and if something happened to make the Immortal Master Qingshan in the Jingyuan displeased, I'm afraid there would be great regret.

But just like what his master Zhou Yunmu said, his character is really extraordinary, so he bowed directly to Yuan Qu without thinking too much.

Yuan Qu nodded to indicate that it's okay.

Lu Jin stepped forward and took the medical case from the middle-aged scholar, turned around and entered the garden.

Looking at Jingyuan's re-closed gate, the middle-aged scholar's face was pale, and his lips moved silently. He didn't know whether it was nervousness or expectation.

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Not long after, the door opened again, and Zhou Yunmu and Lu Jin walked out.

The mist shrouded the mountains again, and Jingyuan disappeared from the world again.

All the cultivators gathered around and made friends with the pair of master and apprentice, asking about the situation inside and what they had gained.

Zhou Yunmu and Lu Jin didn't answer a word, and they didn't stop for a moment, they walked straight to the middle-aged scholar.

Lu Jin handed back the medical records, shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I can't help you."

Hearing the words, the middle-aged scholar felt as if struck by lightning, his face became even paler, his body shook, and he almost fell down.

"My condolences, Fellow Daoist." Lu Jin looked at him and said sympathetically.

The middle-aged scholar took the medical case with trembling hands, exerting a little force, his knuckles turned white.

But he didn't know whether it was because of despair or reluctance, but he couldn't tear up the medical case after all.

After a while, he calmed down, carefully put the medical case into his arms, and solemnly saluted Zhou Yunmu and Lu Jin to thank him.

Then, he saluted Jingyuan in the thick fog.

Then, he turned and walked out of the mountain.