Chapter 652 Returning to Qingshan Is War

Immediately afterwards, Cheng Youtian, the master of Bihu Peak, Mochi representing Tianguang Peak, Guo Nanshan, and the elders of the peaks all stepped forward to salute.

Not everyone came to welcome his return, such as Nan Wang, such as Fang Jingtian.

The most important thing for a cultivator is to cultivate the Tao, and he often retreats for more than ten years or even longer, and no one can blame him for this.

Similarly, not everyone welcomed Jing Jiu's return. For example, the new Yunxing Peak Master, although he followed the crowd to salute, his expression was very cold.

Ping Yongjia hadn't returned to Qingshan for a hundred years, so he asked Yuan Qu in a low voice: "Brother, who is this person?"

Yuan Qu said: "Jin Sidao, after Fuwang's death, he is now the master of Jianfeng."

Ping Yongjia had a special fondness for Yunxing Peak, and was also very curious about the new Yunxing Peak master. Looking at the other party's expression and demeanor, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, and said in a low voice: "That's it...it's not as good as me."

His voice was so low that only Yuan Qu and the others could hear him, and he almost laughed.

No one expected that Jing Jiu suddenly said, "Then you can come."

There was no sound by the Xijian River.

The breeze blows on the water, and the waves are slightly chaotic.

The elders and disciples of each peak thought they heard something wrong, and then they woke up, shocked and speechless.

Jin Sidao's face became ugly.

Fortunately, Jing Jiu just said this casually and didn't really do anything.

Next, he didn't go back to Shenmo Peak to see his monkey, and he didn't rush to Tianguang Peak to repair that chair, but went directly to Xilai Peak.

Seeing the figure heading towards Xilai Peak, people became even more flustered, thinking that the head master had just returned, so the two sides would start a war?

Countless sword lights followed.

Immortal Guangyuan was extremely worried, and wanted to talk to Jing Jiu, but found that he was unable to catch up with his speed, and couldn't help being shocked.

There was a soft buzz.

Jing Jiu landed on the square in front of Xilai Peak.

The breeze blew out from the white clothes, blowing in all directions, blowing out all the old dust in the cracks of the bluestone slabs, rolling into the distance like a wave of air.

The green pines around the square moved accordingly, like waves, unable to calm down for a long time.

Fang Jingtian walked out of the dark hall slowly, and the two extremely long silver eyebrows were also blown by the breeze.

He did not retreat, nor did he pretend to retreat, he has been waiting here.

"It's been a long time." Jing Jiu looked at him and said.

Yes, it really has been a long time.

One hundred and fifty years ago, he returned to Qingshan again and climbed Shenmo Peak together with Zhao Layue.

Since then, Fang Jingtian has been trying to kill him.

When Jingyang Real Man's fake cave was opened, Fang Jingtian was murderous, but Zenzi Lianjia happened to pass by.

In the battle of Yuntai, all the strongest in Qingshan came out. Fang Jingtian was sitting in Qingshan, and he once thought of killing everyone on Shenmo Peak, but Liu Ada happened to be there.

Jing Jiu is a person who will turn around and leave when he sees the shadow of death. The several life and death crises he has experienced in this life are all his own choices, and he has made careful preparations. Only Fang Jingtian's several murderous intentions made him truly feel threatened.

Because at that time he was still very weak.

Not to mention the grand ceremony of the head of Qingshan a hundred years ago. In the eyes of the world, he was forced out by Fang Jingtian after all.

The flames subsided suddenly, and the sword light also subsided. Immortal Guangyuan landed beside Jing Jiu, and swished his sleeve with his backhand.

Countless extremely pure sword intents pierced through the air, forming a barrier in front of the Xilai Peak Hall, blocking all three generations of disciples outside.

Only the peak masters and second-generation elders of each peak, as well as those talented disciples who have successfully broken through the sea, such as Zhuo Rusui and others, can enter.

Guangyuan Daoist persuaded: "Uncle, please calm down. A few years ago, the discussion of the new leader was not because of senior brother's greed for power, but because you were sleeping in Chaoge City, and the nine peaks had no master..."

Elder Mo Chi also rushed over at this time, he didn't care about adjusting his breath to calm down, he hurried forward and tried to persuade him: "Master... Master... Master..."

Immediately afterwards, Cheng Youtian and more and more elders came to Xilai Peak, most of them dared not go forward, only those with the highest status and seniority surrounded Jing Jiu to persuade him. Of course what they said was very reasonable. Now that Yuan Qijing had just left, if Qingshan fell into civil strife, how could it be justified? More importantly, Qingshan is now in full swing.

But no matter what Guangyuan Zhenren and others said, Jing Jiu still didn't respond, just quietly looked at Fang Jingtian in the distance.

Gradually, the voice of persuasion became quieter, and the honest and honest Elder Mochi was still unwilling to reconcile, blushing with anxiety, and said inarticulately: "Uncle...Uncle..."

Suddenly, Zhuo Rusui stepped forward to support Elder Mochi, and walked a few steps outside with his arm while smiling.

Elder Mochi was even more anxious, slapped him on the head, and said, "It's... a big... big thing, don't make a fuss!"

Zhuo Rusui groaned, fell directly into the arms of Elder Mochi, and said in a painful voice, "Master, you're too harsh, I'm going to die..."

Elder Mochi was taken aback, wondering what was going on, and quickly helped him to sit down.

An indifferent voice broke the awkward and tense silence in the square.

"Today we are calling Master Uncle, but what about that year? That year when he was in charge of the Grand Ceremony, even though he had the edict of Master Liu Ci, even if Lord Jianlu said it himself, you still didn't recognize him as Master Uncle. Why? Because he just broke through the sea at that time, and in your opinion, he was not enough to fight. Then why do you no longer doubt it now? Is it because of Zenzi's attitude or even Senior Sanyue? It's not because he can fight now."

Countless eyes fell on Zhao Layue, waiting for her next words with strong anxiety.

She looked at Fang Jingtian expressionlessly and said, "If that's the case, why don't you fight today?"

The square in front of Xilai Peak became even quieter.

Fang Jingtian's silver eyebrows fluttered slightly, and he looked at Zhao Layue appreciatively and said: "As expected, he is the genius who broke through the sea peak the fastest since the Qingshan sect was founded. The Qingshan swordsmanship lies in daring to fight, how can we not fight?" Then he looked at Jing Jiu and said: "Actually, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Hearing these words, there was an uproar in the audience, Master Guangyuan wanted to say something more, Fang Jingtian raised his right hand and said: "Junior Brothers, this matter has nothing to do with you."

As soon as the voice fell, his figure disappeared from the field.

Jing Jiu stroked the white cat that Zhao Layue was holding, and left with the wind.

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The snow on Shangde Peak does not melt all year round. Walking among the peaks, except for the green pines, cliffs and cypresses, you can only see monotonous white and black rocks, which makes people feel like they are in the snow field in the north.

The breeze blows suddenly, Jing Jiu and Fang Jingtian fall outside the cave, bringing up some snow particles.

Many years ago, they all lived and practiced here, and now they come back again, I don't know how to feel.

"I haven't lived here for a long time, and junior sister and the others have even shorter time. Not long after getting started, Master...was killed by you. Speaking of which, we didn't spend too much time with Master." Fang Jingtian stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the mountains outside the snowy mist, and said expressionlessly: "But a teacher for a day, a father for life."

Jing Jiu ignored him, turned around and walked into the cave.

Fang Jingtian's silver eyebrows fluttered slightly, like snow, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, revealing a mocking smile, he turned and walked away.

The well leading to the underground sword prison is still bleakly cold, but the old man who used to stand by the well and look down is no longer alive.

"How was it when senior brother left?" Fang Jingtian asked.

Jing Jiu didn't want to talk too much with this person, but he was still willing to say a few more words about Yuan Qijing or Liu Ci, and said, "He said he was very happy."

"That's good." Fang Jingtian floated up and fell towards the bottom of the well.

Accompanied by the unchanging sky, the two figures floated down to the bottom of the well. The ground was dry, with no snow or wet water.

Like the dead dog in Montenegro slowly opened his eyes, the eyes are still so deep, but so calm and gentle.

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(Today I opened the Netease cloud playlist of "This Star Comes From Earth" and listened. I suddenly heard a very familiar prelude, and I felt something. I listened to Dou Wei Heimeng's album countless times in college. I like it very much, and my brother-in-law also likes it very much. My niece is sitting on the desk next to me, drawing pictures in front of the computer. She is already a college student, and she majors in painting. I listen to music, look at her, and ask her if she still remembers, and she says of course. Chen Pingping, he is the Avenger, I can’t say that I like him, because I was stingy and didn’t give him any ink, I would like to add a few words here to thank him.)