Chapter 740 The Long Wait

Jing Jiu and Jing Jiu looked at each other inside and outside the portrait, and it was obvious that the one standing outside the painting looked better.

Jing Jiu is no longer the Jingyang he used to be, but his vigor is no different from Jingyang.

When Nan Wang heard him say "Let's do it today", he had such a thought in his heart, shook his head lightly, and walked out of the small building.

The sunlight penetrated the mist in the mountains and the branches and leaves on the trees, and fell on an unnamed stream, scattering into faint and chaotic shimmers, just like her sword string and her mood at this time.

Stepping on the rocks beside the stream with her pure white bare feet, she led her body up quickly, like a beautiful mountain ghost.

The silver bell made a crisp sound, just like her old laughter.

From the appearance, she is still the girl from Nanban, but she is not.

At the top of the peak, there is a big black stone, a flower tree grows in front of the stone, and there are many exquisite and lovely small wine jars piled up under the tree.

It turned out that this was Qingrong Peak.

Nan Wang took out a jug of wine from nowhere and threw it behind him.

With a soft bang, the wine jug landed accurately in Jing Jiu's hands.

Hundreds of years have passed, and the cooperation between the two is still so proficient, like clouds and flowing water.

Jing Jiu looked at the wine jar in his hand, thought for a while, and opened the jar to take a sip.

Seeing this scene, Nan Wang's expression became milder. He walked back to him, took the wine jug and took a big sip, exhaled a mouthful of sweet wine, and said in a slightly waxy voice, "I burned your remains in that cave, not because I hated you, but because I wanted to crush you... Those two children don't understand you, don't I know what you mean? Then let me cut off all the karma of the previous life for you."

Most of the people who had a deep relationship with Jingyang in the previous life died, only she was still alive.

After listening to Nan Wang's words, Jing Jiu was silent for a while, then hummed.

In the Three Thousand Courtyard, he said that he was sure about Nan Wanghenji himself... He said that on purpose.

How could he not understand her understanding himself?

Nan Wang said expressionlessly, "Don't learn from Liu Ci, come and go."

Jing Jiu said, "Hmm...Okay."

Nan Wang went on to say, "To welcome you in the small building today, I wanted to tell you that I like Jing Jiu, not the current Jing Jiu. But when I think about it carefully, it's just my little daughter's shyness. She was afraid that men would not want her, and she found an excuse to escape in advance. Why did I, Nan Wang, do such a thing? I just like you, whether it's Jing Jiu before or Jing Jiu now... But anyway, you're leaving, so what's the point of saying this? I can't let you stay and wait for us."

Yes, Jingyang didn't wait for Lian Sanyue back then, and he probably wouldn't wait for anyone this time, including Zhao Layue.

Jing Jiu said, "Let them all go to Defeng."

Nan Wang shook his head and said, "I won't go."

Jing Jiu was silent for a while, took another sip from the wine jug from her hand, and regarded it as farewell.

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Today the sky is clear and cloudless.

The clouds only flow quietly between the peaks.

It is a good day suitable for ascension.

Ever since Jing Jiu defeated the Sword God of the West Sea, the entire cultivation world and even Chaotian Continent have been waiting for this day to come.

Because they were worried about missing the time, they waited in the green hills from very early in the morning.

After receiving the confirmed news today, thousands of practitioners came out of the Taoist halls of Shiyue Peak and Xilai Peak.

Compared with the ascension more than a hundred years ago, the guests who came to Qingshan to watch the ceremony have changed a lot. Yuan Qijing and Liu Ci died, Pei Baifa died, the two most powerful figures in the underworld died, and the old lady Jun Jingshu of Xuanling Sect also died.

When the wind blows, the world has already changed.

It was probably for this reason that Zenzi did not come this time. (These two sentences are copied from this chapter of book friend Lin Tianxuan.)

But it was still lively, even more lively than last time.

The sects with names in this story all came to Qingshan without any omission.

The dignitaries from Chaotian Continent are also arriving one after another, the first one is the Emperor Jingyao, followed by the small sedan chair with green curtains.

When those practitioners came to Shangde Peak according to the guidance of Qingshan disciples, they realized that the legend was true... Shangde Peak had become a flat land.

Shangde Peak, which was covered with white snow and green pines in the past years, has become a huge black jade plate with a radius of tens of miles.

A huge black dog lay quietly in the center of the black jade plate, like a mountain peak.

Or, it will be Shangde Peak in the future.

Practitioners of various sects know that this is the legendary guardian of Qingshan——Lord Night Roar.

Thinking of the picture of Jing Jiu and Bai Zhenren fighting desperately, and thinking of the supernatural power and cruelty of this person in the rumors, people can't help but feel very afraid, salute from a distance, and dare not approach at all.

"Meet the Veteran."

"Juniors see saints."

There was a slight commotion among the peaks, and practitioners of various sects saluted to a certain place, with no false respect.

The people who came were Bu Qiuxiao, the master of a Maozhai, and the scholars in the zhai. In this battle of annihilation, Yi Mao Zhai paid the heaviest price just like in countless major events in the past. Even Xi Yiyun, Bu Qiuxiao's most admired student, died at the hands of Master Bai.

Immediately afterwards, members of the Xuanling Sect and the Mirror Sect also arrived. The Xuanling Sect master Chen Xueshao, who was sitting in a wheelchair, was impatient to chat with the practitioners from other families. He just looked at the depths of the green hills, his eyes sparkled, and he seemed to be guessing which mountain was Jing Jiu's residence.

The re-opened Wu'enmen received the most solemn welcome, because they were the most staunch allies of the Qingshan Sect, and naturally they were also influenced by Jing Jiu's long talk with Peng Lang that night. Practitioners of various sects looked at the young head who was walking in the front, and were extremely shocked, wondering if the legend is true?

If the young leader named Peng Lang is already as good as the sky, wouldn't he be even more powerful than real Jingyang?

The greater shock came from the Zhongzhou faction. No one thought that after a long time, they would send someone to watch the ceremony after forging a blood feud with the Qingshan sect. What's more, they didn't expect that the person walking in the front was Tong Yan...

Even the Zhongzhou Sect came, and the Kunlun Sect and those small sects in the north would naturally not be left behind. Even many casual cultivators mustered up their courage to break in. To their surprise, the Qingshan Sect did not chase them away. Fortunately, the black jade plate turned into Shangde Peak is really huge, no matter how many people stand on it, it will only look like some sesame seeds.

It's just that Qingshan still became lively after all.

In such excitement, no one noticed that a person wearing a hat came under a big tree.

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A red line emerged from the calm sea of ​​clouds, which was the light and shadow of Forth's sword.

Jing Jiu fell onto the huge black jade plate.

The group of peaks suddenly became silent, and everyone stood up and looked at him.

The white dress was fluffy and extremely eye-catching.

Behind him stood Zhao Layue, Liu Shisui, Yuan Qu, Que Niang, Ping Yongjia, A Piao, and Zhuo Rusui.

More sword lights landed on the black jade plate. There are second-generation elders such as Guangyuan Zhenren, Meili, and Chi Yan, as well as third-generation disciples such as Nanshan, Gu Han, Lei Yijing, Lin Wuzhi, Yao Songshan, and some young disciples whose names cannot be remembered in Yuanqu. Even Fang Jingtian and the three Yinfeng elders came.

Jing Jiu hugged the white cat and walked to the dead dog, found the most comfortable place to sit down, and waved his hands.

Master Guangyuan understood what he meant, and led everyone from Qingshan to separate.

Zhao Layue, Liu Shisui and others sat down not far away.

Thousands of practitioners saluted respectfully and then sat down.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Jing Jiu lowered his head, and slowly stroked the cat with his right hand, without opening his mouth, as if he was waiting for someone.

Ah Da narrowed his eyes, enjoying and curious at the same time, who else in this world is qualified to ask you to wait?

There are still many people who have the same question as it, but fortunately, this mystery has been answered soon.

A large, extremely round hole broke through the felt-like sea of ​​clouds, bringing along a dull sound of wind like a bell.

The strong wind fell on the body of the corpse dog, causing the black fur to flip like wheat waves, and at the same time washed all the gravel and dust off the black jade plate.

A big Buddha with mottled gold paint appeared in front of the dead dog, not far from Jing Jiu, and said in a perfect voice, "Sorry, I'm late."

Compared with Jing Jiu, this big Buddha is really huge, extremely majestic and coercive.

Compared with the corpse dog, this big Buddha is like the statue in the Buddhist altar in the home of ordinary people, which is a bit cute.

Practitioners of various sects who had just sat down stood up again and saluted the big Buddha respectfully.

After the world-ending war initiated by Master Taiping and Master Bai, many secrets in the practice world have been revealed, including the golden body of Cao Yuan, the sword sage, but after all, this is the first time for many practitioners to witness it with their own eyes.

But no matter how miraculous and shocking they were, they had to control their emotions, because today all the focus was on Jing Jiu.

Tong Yan opened her palm, and Jing Yunzhong flew up from her palm to midair.

Cao Yuan popped his finger out from the air, and the saber intent turned into a gust of wind, and landed on the Jingyun clock with incomparable accuracy.

There was a soft buzzing sound, and then it turned into countless thunderclaps, heading in all directions, quickly passed through the peaks of the Qingshan Mountains, came to every corner of the Chaotian Continent, and even went to the depths of the sea and even the imperial palace of a foreign continent.

And so the whole world knew it was time.