Chapter 667 Let Me Do It

After practitioners from various sects came to Qingshan, they didn't find any scholar from Yimao Zhai, and a lot of doubts arose.

Even if Bu Qiuxiao is at the critical moment of sanctification, but with the relationship between Yimao Zhai and Shenmo Peak for more than a hundred years, it is necessary to send some disciples to come.

It wasn't until seeing Liu Shisui at this time that everyone's doubts were answered.

Everyone knows the relationship between Liu Shisui and Jing Jiu, and now he is a big shot in Yimaozhai, this arrangement is indeed very appropriate.

Some dark-minded people think more.

The disciples Bu Qiuxiao loves and respects the most are Xi Yiyun and Liu Shisui, and the future successor will definitely be chosen from among them. It is said that Yi Mao Zhai has been divided into two factions because of this matter. On the surface, Xi Yiyun and Liu Shisui don't care about it, but they are still close and respect each other, but who knows what's going on in the dark?

Now that Bu Qiuxiao can't see things, if Xi Yiyun asked Liu Shisui to attend the Qingshan Grand Ceremony, is he trying to express something?

Regardless of what those people are thinking, the Castle Peak Ceremony will continue.

Daze Ling delivered a speech as the representative of the guests in the practice world, and no one felt flattery in all kinds of eulogies, because... those eulogies were aimed at Jing Jiu.

Those eulogies, which are like history books, are like flowers flying around Tianguang Peak, bringing up the fluff in the sea of ​​clouds.

People looked at the white-clothed man on the top of the peak with complicated emotions, admiration and awe, but more bewilderment.

Even if he lives another life, this white-clothed man will still be the most remarkable person in Chaotian Continent, and still the real Jingyang.

Of course, something changed after all.

Master Jingyang didn't care about world affairs back then, and lived in seclusion in Shenmo Peak all year round, leaving no successors.

In this life, Jing Jiu was still very lazy, but he made a lot of things and took in many disciples.

Zhao Layue is already a powerful person at the pinnacle of breaking the sea, and Liu Shisui is probably not inferior to her in terms of aura.

Zhuo Rusui was not his disciple, but was deeply influenced by him.

Gu Qing and Yuan Qu are already important figures in Qingshan and even the imperial court.

Ping Yongjia is already the master of Yunxing Peak.

Coupled with the Mirror Zongque Niang and the Queen of the Underworld that everyone knows about but no one dares to mention...

Not to mention there are foreign aids such as Guocheng Temple and Shuiyue Temple.

Under the gaze of people with complex emotions, Rei Osawa finished reading the eulogy.

More than a dozen eminent monks from Guocheng Temple came out and used the dew from the stone pagoda as the net amount of the well.

Then representatives of each denomination presented their gifts.

Emperor Jingyao personally gave the gift.

Yuan Qu was in charge of the ceremony, well aware of Jing Jiu's temperament, and simplified the process as much as possible. All the singing and sword performances in the door regulations were cancelled, but these processes still continued for a long time. At this time, the sun came to the middle of the sky, separated by the big green hills. There was no feeling of blazing heat, just brilliant.

Immortal Guangyuan walked to the stele and read out the edict left by Immortal Liu Ci again.

Then came the final stage.

Jing Jiu only needs to take out the Chengtian Sword and accept the worship of Qingshan Jiufeng's disciples, and he will officially become the master of Qingshan Master.

Raising a sword is a very simple action, even a three-year-old child among ordinary people can do it, but the atmosphere at the top of Tianguang Peak has become dignified.

More than a hundred years ago, Jing Jiu was forced to leave Qingshan because he was unwilling to take out the Chengtian Sword.

What about today?

At that time, Jing Jiu was in the realm of breaking the sea, and he might be snatched away when he took out the Chengtian sword. If Daoist Taiping wanted to subdue him with the Chengtian sword, of course he had to be on the safe side.

Now he is already a master of the sky-reaching realm, after defeating Fang Jingtian, in the eyes of many people, he is probably already a master of the sky-reaching realm, and he is about to be on the same level as Dao Sheng and Tan Bai.

Plus with the Castle Peak Sword Formation in hand, what else is there to worry about?

Jing Jiu didn't pay attention to the gazes falling on him, walked to the small cottage, turned around and sat down on the chair.

The chair didn't move at all.

Zhao Layue, Liu Shisui and others stood behind the chairs.

"I repaired this chair myself. How about it? Is it strong?"

Zhuo Rusui and Gu Qing stood side by side and said proudly.

Lu Qing looked at him and smiled and said, "I heard that you broke this chair in the first place?"

Naturally, no one heard this conversation, and everyone's attention was on Jing Jiu.

——This chair is the head of Aoyama.

Sitting on this chair is a very symbolic and very important action.

Jing Jiu was so casual.

Just like sitting on that bamboo recliner.

Just like he used to sit on the front of the universe.

It's like lying in the Gu family's carriage.

It's like bickering with Liu Ci.

It's like staring at Yuan Qijing with big eyes.

It was like holding Lian Sanyue's hand behind his back.

Jing Jiu looked at the sky and remained silent.

The Tianguang Peak was completely quiet.

No one spoke.

In the distance, on Shangde Peak, an icicle fell from the top of the cave and smashed to pieces on the ground. A small sound spread here, startling many people.

Jing Jiu withdrew his gaze and took out something with his backhand.

The sun was shining, shining on his right hand.

Chengtian is really not a sword.

It's the scabbard.

The sheath is engraved with antique patterns.

The quiet and dark mouth of the sheath faintly exudes a very faint but extremely sublime sword intent.

Jing Jiu's hand holding Chengtian's scabbard was very steady, without any tremors.

Everyone knows that he will never let go.

Whether it's Chengtian's scabbard or this green mountain.

Master Guangyuan slowly prostrated himself.

Nan Wang bowed down.

Zhao Layue bowed down.

Cheng Youtian bowed down.

Gu Qing bowed down.

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All Qingshan disciples bow down.

Sword intent fluctuates faintly from the sword peak in the distance, and the clouds and mists gradually dissipate. After a while, it will be a spectacular scene of thousands of swords coming to court.

The green curtain moved slightly, and the Master of Shuiyue Temple sat inside, bowing slightly.

More than a dozen eminent monks in Guocheng Temple proclaimed the name of the Buddha, and it was a ritual.

Practitioners of various sects either knelt down on the ground, or paid respects.

Even the real person Tan and the real person Bai in the mist bowed slightly.

Everyone saluted Jing Jiu.

This is respect for the Qingshan Sect.

It's respect for real Jingyang.

It is also the respect for the word Dao by the ascetics of Chaotian Continent.

However.

There was one person on the top of Tianguang Peak who did not move.

That is the most unlikely person.

Everyone in the practice circle knew that he was brought to Qingshan from that small mountain village by Jing Jiu, and he was willing to die for Jing Jiu.

Why did he just stand there quietly at such an important moment today?

Zhao Layue looked up at the man, her eyes changed slightly.

Immortal Guangyuan and Nan Wang looked at the man with incredible emotions in their eyes.

Countless gazes fell on that person, with puzzlement, shock and bewilderment.

The one who didn't move was Liu Shisui.

When Jing Jiu held up the Chengtian scabbard, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, revealing an incomprehensible smile.

He stood beside the chair quietly, without moving from the beginning to the end.

Until all eyes fell on him, he dusted off his clothes, took a step forward, looked at Jing Jiu and said, "Let me do it."

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