Chapter 657 My Dear, Don't Go Into that River

Jing Jiu asked casually, but there was a thunder in Lu Qing's heart.

His hand holding the teacup froze immediately, and said in a low voice, "I haven't told Zhen Tao yet... I can't say it."

Zhao Layue glanced at Jing Jiu and thought, why are you so concerned about this kind of affair between men and women?

Jing Jiu didn't notice her gaze, and continued, "Then keep it secret until she dies or you die."

Zhao Layue glanced at him again, thinking what a mess this was, but she held back and said nothing.

Jing Jiu went on to say: "I asked you to come back this time to prepare for the ceremony of the head's inauguration. You will return to Chaoge City after finishing."

Gu Qing cared most about his master's affairs, and he and Yuan Qu had settled the matter of the master's ceremony clearly a hundred years ago, but there was a very troublesome matter that needed to be dealt with in advance.

"According to the school rules, Master, you have to take out the Chengtian Sword when the time comes..."

He noticed that Jing Jiu's expression didn't change much, and continued, "In my opinion, the door rules should be revised in advance."

To Jing Jiu, the Chengtian Sword was the most threatening existence. Back then, he was forced out of Qingshan by Fang Jingtian and others because he refused to take it out.

He said: "It's okay, the scabbard is in my hand, can anyone take it away?"

Gu Qing thought it was right, the master is now a master, even Fang Jingtian is no match for him, and with the Qingshan sword formation in his hand, who in the world can take away the Chengtian sword from his hand?

Since he had to do something, he should do it quickly. He finished his cup of tea and went to the Taoist Hall to discuss with Yuan Qu.

Not long after, Ping Yongjia came out from the Taoist hall, judging from the way he looked back from time to time, he was driven out.

"Master..." He walked to the bamboo chair, touched his head, looked nervous, and finally plucked up the courage to say, "Are you really going to let me go to Jianfeng?"

Jing Jiu didn't speak, Zhao Layue said, "He has become the head of the sect, but he didn't go to Tianguang Peak."

Ping Yongjia understood the meaning, couldn't help being overjoyed, quickly lifted the iron pot to fill the cups for the two, and said: "But... I don't understand anything, I really don't know how to be a peak master."

Zhao Layue said: "I don't know how, and you think he will be the head?"

Jing Jiu glanced at her and knew that this was caused by the previous conversation with Gu Qing.

Ping Yongjia couldn't understand the undercurrent between the two teachers, scratched his head and said in distress: "But I don't even know the Cangniao sword technique, how could they..."

Just as he finished speaking, Jing Jiu took out a booklet from his pocket and threw it to him, asking, "Is there anything else?"

Ping Yongjia took out the Jiekong sword, and said with some reluctance and helplessness: "I don't use a sword, so what should I do with this sword?"

Jing Jiu said, "Whatever you want."

Ping Yongjia glanced at Zhao Layue, finally understood something, hurriedly saluted and said goodbye, and ran back to the Daoist Hall.

Not long after, there was laughter in the Taoist hall, such as eyesight and ignorance.

The air in Shenmo Peak became relaxed.

Zhao Layue sat at the end of the bamboo chair with a teacup in hand, looked at him and asked, "Which of the two things should you do first?"

Jing Jiu said: "The Zhongzhou faction has gone through so many things, and I think it will become smarter. I won't do anything until I part with him, so I can only deal with him first."

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The quiet mountain village is full of the smell of straw being cut.

The scattered houses and the red lanterns hanging high dilute the meaning of mountain dwelling, exuding a rich and decadent atmosphere.

Yin San took a shower in the mountain stream, returned to the farmhouse, talked to the short and thin old man with a smile, and then returned to his hut.

The furnishing in the hut was very simple, with an oil lamp lit, the cord of the lamp was cut very short to save money, the flame was like beans, and it was very dim.

Patriarch Xuanyin sat on the bed, the flames in his eyes were like beans, and he was sobbing.

"A real person... even if he wants to repeat the world of mortals and realize the true meaning, why... is he living so hard?"

"I have listened to the scriptures in Guocheng Temple for many years, but I am not interested in such things as being in the world of mortals. In this respect, our brothers and sisters are indeed somewhat similar."

Yin San put a wet towel on the back of the chair, said with a smile: "I just want to know how he lived in this life."

Patriarch Xuanyin stroked his thinning hair, and said with a rare irony: "It is rumored that he learned everything in just nine days. Is it too long for you to stay here?"

"Are you saying that my innate understanding is not as good as his?" Yin San pushed a bowl of water over and made tea for the guests. "Whether it's chopping wood for a fire, or harvesting rice, I have done it before, but later I was busy practicing, doing great things, helping the common people, and gradually forgot. Do you think I really want to learn these things?"

Patriarch Xuanyin took a sip of clear water, smacked his mouth in disbelief, and said, "Then what are you doing here? By doing this, you can know what's going on in his life."

Yin San pointed at his eyebrows and said: "When I was in the stream just now, I suddenly figured out something."

Patriarch Xuanyin put the water bowl back on the broken table, stared at him solemnly and asked, "What's the matter?"

Yin San said: "He lived in the palace since he was a child, and after being brought back to Qingshan by the patriarch, he only knew how to cultivate. He has never done these things before. Why did he do it? Besides adapting to his body, the more important thing is...he wants to take another path."

Patriarch Xuanyin thought about the rumors about Jing Jiu in the past hundred years, shook his head and said, "I can't tell the difference from Jing Jiu in the past."

"This is breaking and then building. Even if it looks like nothing has changed, it is another layer." Yin San said with a half-smile: "Or the second river."

Patriarch Xuanyin said: "What does the real person mean?"

"He drifted with the tide in the second river, but I shouldn't follow it and forget my own river."

Yin San smiled and said: "He cultivates his way, I destroy my world, that's the right way."

Patriarch Xuanyin suddenly felt the smell of blood in the room, sniffled his nose, rubbed his nose again, and said: "The way is different, I'm afraid there will be obstacles."

Back then Jingyang took Yuan Qijing and Liu Ci to stab the sword in the back of Daoist Taiping, why?

No matter how ignorant of world affairs, no matter how lazy, when encountering such things as the destruction of the world, one must always draw a sword.

"The first time I went to hell was more than seven hundred years ago."

Yin San said: "I've been preparing for so many years, I don't believe that he can really calculate everything. If he can, he may not be able to break it, because this is my river."

Ancestor Xuanyin naturally knew that they looked like bereaved dogs and had been displaced in the world these years, but in fact they were in Chaoge City, in Qingshan Sect, and in various sects, there were still many followers of Daoist Taiping hidden. The problem was that even if those people mobilized at the same time, how could they destroy the Chaotian Continent?

Suddenly there was a fluttering sound and several night winds outside the house.

Yinfeng walked into the room angrily, and said in a slightly shrill voice: "Fang Xiaosi is an idiot who doesn't know how to endure humiliation at all, yet he was imprisoned in Yinfeng again!"

Yin San got up and walked outside the house, looked at the distant green mountains and peaks in the night sky, and was silent for a long time.

The short, thin old man had already fallen asleep, snoring blissfully and ignorantly.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise somewhere in the mountain village, as well as faint cursing and crying.

Yin San didn't pay attention to those, and still looked at the night sky in silence.

Yinfeng flew to the top of the wall and looked at the ancestral hall in the distance. Knowing what happened, her long tail feathers wobbled a few times in boredom.

Tonight, the masters of the Liu family arrested a widow who had committed adultery with a tenant worker. At this time, they were opening an ancestral hall for torture.

Thinking that when the night was darker, the adulterer couple would be sunk to the bottom of the pond.

"Those who have attained the Dao will be helped a lot, but those who have lost their way will be given little help. Back then, I thought about it, so am I a Daoist or a lost one?"

Yin San suddenly said something that had nothing to do with Fang Jingtian, let alone the ancestral hall of the Liu Clan.