Chapter 689 After the Sun Sets
The young Taoist stared at Jing Jiu for a long time, the confusion in his eyes gradually turned into comprehension, and finally he smiled a little more, and said, "So it was you."
Jing Jiu said, "Yes, it's me."
The young Taoist asked, "Why did you change back to your childhood appearance?"
Jing Jiu said, "Brother, you are the same as before."
That young Taoist priest was naturally the Daoist Taiping who hid in Qingtian Jian, and for some reason, he also became a boy like Jing Jiu.
"Maybe because we are all souls, forget it, don't think about it, I just don't understand..."
Daoist Taiping asked: "I erased my memory, I can't even remember who I am, how can you find me?"
Jing Jiu raised the bloody feather in his hand.
"So that's how it is." Daoist Taiping said with emotion, "I have listened to scriptures in Guocheng Temple for many years, and even served as an abbot for a while. Today I know that the theory of cause and effect is true."
Jing Jiu pointed to the bamboo broom in his hand and said, "And this."
He is aware of the time flow difference between Qingtian Jian and the outside world, and he can tell how long the other party has stayed in this Taoist temple by looking at the wear and tear of the broom.
In other words, how long has the other party been in Qingtianjian?
Then naturally you won't admit the wrong person.
In fact, even without these conditions, he would not admit the wrong person.
Just like Mr. Zhang still knows him.
It was evening when Jing Jiu left the capital of Chu State. At this time, the sky was getting darker and darker, and the sun in the distance was about to set.
This is because the mountain where the Taoist temple is located is high enough, and the mountain streams in the lower places have already entered the night ahead of time.
"This mountain is indeed very high, somewhat like Tianguang Peak." Daoist Taiping said.
Jing Jiu followed his gaze to look at the white clouds outside the mountain, and said, "Yes, it's like Tianguang Peak thousands of years ago."
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The current Qingshan sect is called the lineage of Shangde Peak, that's because both Master Taiping and Master Jingyang came from this peak, but the first time they met when they were young was at Tianguang Peak.
Because their ancestors and masters are both the masters of Qingshan.
Many years ago, Dao Yuan Zhenren brought back a child from Chaoge City.
The young Taoist priest who was stepping on the clouds by the cliffside of Tianguang Peak turned around and said with a smile: "Master Zu, this junior brother is as talented as me, let me teach you."
Daoyuan Daoist said: "Little Taiping, then you have to teach me well."
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The sky of Qingtianjian has a height.
If there is a state higher than the sky in this world, it will trigger a catastrophe, and the result will either die like Mo Gong, or break out of the sky like Jing Jiu did back then. If Jing Jiu wanted to kill Daoist Taiping here, he had to suppress his realm below the breaking sea realm, and the same principle applies to Daoist Taiping.
Daoist Taiping smiled and said: "Now we are two strands of ghosts. You are no longer the body of the sword. Are you sure you can defeat me? Don't forget that I taught you the sword."
Jing Jiu said, "Brother, your talent is indeed not as good as mine."
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Thousands of years ago, young Taiping was the most talented person in Qingshan, until he had an extra junior named Jingyang.
He didn't have any jealousy towards Jingyang, nor did he reject him. He taught Jingyang carefully and never kept any secrets, except for the disappearing formation.
He believes that his talent in swordsmanship is not inferior to that of Jingyang, and he believes that Jingyang will obey his will in this life.
So he taught Jingyang all the sword skills he knew.
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In front of the Taoist temple in the deep mountain, two young Taoist priests stood facing each other, just like a thousand years ago.
They still used those sword techniques back then.
The sword light illuminates the green trees and the deepening twilight, and writes not magnificent, somewhat delicate traces in the sky. It cannot be compared with the sword fight in Yinfeng, but it has a more real feeling.
Chengtian swordsmanship, Xueliu swordsmanship, Cangniao swordsmanship, Wuduan swordsmanship, six dragons, seven plums, eight directions... It's like the pair of brothers practicing swords back then.
It may be for this reason that countless Nine Peaks Secret Swords have appeared one after another, and no Taoism from other sects has appeared.
Interestingly, Jing Jiu had never used Chengtian Sword, but Daoist Taiping liked Shenmo Peak's Nine Deaths Sword Technique the most.
Also the same as back then.
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After the master and master died, they depended on each other in Shangde Peak, Taiping became more silent, began to accept apprentices, started to make friends, and started to feed chickens and dogs.
Jingyang was as dull as before, but practicing sword in secret was even more diligent and assiduous.
After eating the hot pot, they went to kill people, and then they dominated Qingshan, and then they shocked the world.
The Daoist Taiping came out a lot, and Jingyang also killed a lot in the dark.
Until the end, it was another hot pot meal, and Jingyang took Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing to the real person Taiping, and stabbed him in the back with a sword.
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A sword light passed through his chest.
A sword light also passed through the chest.
There seems to be no difference, whether it is the position or angle of the sword light entering the body.
The injury seems to be about the same severity.
The Taoist temple has already been turned into powder in the sword light all over the sky.
Jing Jiu and Master Taiping were leaning against two big trees, their bodies were covered in blood.
It's just that the blood is not real, it is gradually drifting away with the mountain wind and blending into the twilight.
"Am I really not as talented as you? Otherwise, how could I lose to you again this time?"
There was a hint of pain on Taiping's young face, and his voice was a little dry.
"You didn't lose to me, but to the world, because your opponent is the world itself."
Jing Jiu said, "Of course, if this world didn't have me, maybe you would win."
"It's really boring."
Master Taiping glanced at the wound on his chest, and said with some helplessness: "I have thought about how I will leave this world countless times, including before entering Qingtianjian. I thought that I might be knocked to death by a pawn you left here with a sap, I thought that I might be bitten to death by those ignorant villagers like wild animals, I thought about getting drunk and drowning looking at the stars on the water, and even thinking about drowning in a cesspit... Now this way of death is really nothing new."
Jing Jiu supported the big tree and stood up slowly, without saying a word.
Daoist Taiping looked up at him and said: "Of course, what I think most is that you can't find me. I have lived here for hundreds of years, and then I was suddenly awakened by the sound of the bell, remembering the past... Anyway, it's just like this. It's really boring."
Jing Jiu said, "Death is boring no matter how it appears."
"That's what I don't like about you the most. It's always boring, but I have to admit that people like you may have the hope of immortality."
The real person in Taiping said with a smile: "Because the victory of justice is the same, the interesting soul must die." (Note)
Jing Jiu said, "Brother, there is something I have never had the heart to tell you."
Daoist Taiping said with a focused expression, "What's the matter?"
Jing Jiu said: "That year you came back from the underworld and decided to be the savior of the world. Since then, you have become very boring."
He only likes the brother who likes to eat hot pot and play mahjong.
Although he doesn't like eating hot pot or playing mahjong.
Daoist Taiping was silent for a while, then said, "Really? Maybe."
After saying this, he closed his eyes, and his body gradually blurred into countless light spots, which spread out like fireflies.
Those points of light are red, gathered like flames, scattered like twilight.
Jing Jiu looked at the empty tree, was silent for a while, and walked towards the sky.
There are no stairs in the sky, but he walked higher and higher until he reached the sky. Only here can he see the sun that has not set.
Clouds come from nowhere, and thunderstorms fall, it is a catastrophe.
He waved his hand and broke out.
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The green grass in Yinfeng is still as fresh as before.
Qingtian Jian lay quietly on the grass.
Jing Jiu opened his eyes, and rested his right hand on his chest for a while.
It was the place pierced by Taiping's last sword, and it still hurts a little.
Qing'er asked: "What's wrong?"
Jing Jiu said, "It's fine."
He reached out and picked up the bone flute in the weeds.
Qing'er said: "Do you want to play a tune?"
Jing Jiu said, "No need."
He looks to the sky.
It's outside Hidden Peak.
is the highest point in the real sky.
"The sun is setting and she's coming."
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(Note: This sentence comes from x-on:WONGyuanshao, a reading review from the English-style Wupin Joke Encyclopedia. It is actually a bit hard to use here, but I was reluctant to use it after thinking about it for a long time, because I wanted to write this sentence to Taiping after I saw it. The only regret I wrote about Taiping is that I have too little pen and ink for Taiping. I originally wanted to write him as that kind of perverted, loving, and funny evil boy. A lot, otherwise I worry that there will be misunderstandings. Taiping is of course one of the most important characters in this story besides Jing Jiu. I don’t know if you still remember him. He is the first person to appear in this book. I’ll talk to you after I’ve finished writing this long episode. There are two more climactic episodes next, I hope you like it.)