To others, her last four words were full of ambiguity that made people think wrongly. But only Jianchou knew in his heart what kind of murderous intent was hidden in these four words.
She also believed that even if others couldn't understand, Xie Buchen would be able to understand.
After all, he should know exactly what the "relationship" between the two of them is like in the hidden world of Qingfengan.
It's just a pity.
She should have given him a great gift after finally catching up with the other party's golden elixir-forming day. But the other party was in Kunwu, and there were elders and fellow disciples in the Zhutian Hall behind him.
Even if Jianchou had great abilities, he couldn't say that he could attack Xie Buchen and escape unscathed in front of Hengxu Zhenren, a rare great power in the Nineteen Continents.
So, there is still a long time to come, why rush
Isn't there a Kunwu catastrophe? I guess there will be many opportunities to take action in the future.
Now Jianchou has defeated Wang Que and is firmly sitting in the first position on the fourth level of the monument, occupying the title of the number one person in the Nascent Soul stage.
Although Xie Buchen's second Dan formation was terrifyingly powerful, I wonder how he felt at this moment, seeing that she returned safe and sound, and her cultivation had even reached a higher level
Whether Xie Buchen was happy or not, Jianchou didn’t know, but she was quite happy anyway.
Although she had always known that this person was very intelligent and his talent was probably even better than hers, she didn't take it seriously at all.
Since I can destroy his cultivation once, there will be a second time and a third time!
As long as Xie Buchen is still determined to seek the way to immortality, she will always be the lingering dark cloud over his head and the sword around his neck that cannot be avoided!
The wind blowing in my face was a bit biting.
But Jianchou looked at the vast land of 19 continents through the vague clouds in the sky, but he didn't feel cold at all.
Even the regret he had felt about the Human Emperor Sword being returned to its original owner had been forgotten.
I still remember that when she first came to Nineteen Continents, she knew nothing.
Fudao Shanren rode his wooden sword named "Wu" and took her all the way from the west coast, across half of the Central Region, to Yashan.
The land of the 19 continents seen at that time has not changed much from now, sixty years later.
Coming out of Kunwu Jiutoujiangwan, there is a vast plain.
The turbulent Jiutou River becomes gentle and calm when it flows here, until it crosses this plain and encounters the steep mountains and deep canyons again...
The thin light of the early sun enveloped the mountains and forests, and many mountain gates hidden between the mountains could be vaguely seen.
This is the real Central Region Zuo Sanqian.
There are three thousand sects, big and small, and no one knows from which mountain gate the next great man who will be famous in the 19 continents will emerge.
Sixty years have passed, and Yashan still looks the same as before.
The long Yashan cableway hangs in the air, with the wide Jiutou River tributary below. On the shallow beach beside the river is a patch of withered yellow weeds, hiding one silent tomb after another. The plank road carved on the mountainside is still as narrow, steep and ancient as ever.
Looking from the front, it is just a solitary peak towering into the clouds.
But if you go around behind it, you can hear various sounds, some loud, some low, some lively...
"In the blink of an eye, it's time for another meeting."
"I heard that Kunwu Hengxu Zhenren has sent thunder letters to urge us several times, but why hasn't Master Fudao come out of retreat yet? What if we miss such an important event?"
"What is the relationship between Elder Fudao and Sect Leader Hengxu? There is no need for us to worry about it!"
"Alas, I have to go to the armory the day after tomorrow. I am so worried..."
"Have you heard? Our Master Jianchou from Yashan is not dead, and he has even reached the fourth level and is ranked first!"
"Master, ah, I heard he's very powerful. Unfortunately, I started very late, so I didn't have a chance to see him..."
"Isn't she the leader of our Yashan Bajiao Sect?"
"Shh..."
…
On top of Lingzhao Peak, young disciples were chatting casually in groups of three or five. Some were smiling happily, while others looked distressed.
Over the years, there have been many new monks joining Yashan, so it seems a lot more lively.
Of course, the most important reason is that it is close to the Zuo Sanqian meeting, and the Nineteen Continents have been in turmoil recently. There are always some news about the Yashan disciples or the former Yashan disciples coming out, which arouses everyone's discussion and they are completely unable to restrain their gossipy mouths.
After throwing the brat onto the sword-drawing platform for the eighth time today, Chen Jiu finally couldn't help it. He stretched out his fingers in a very indecent manner, scratched his ears, turned around and shouted at the young disciples who were passing by the sword-drawing platform.
"Hey, you guys are drawing swords here! Can't you go somewhere far away to talk?"
"ah!"
The new disciples who were passing by were startled when they heard the voice. When they looked up, they saw Chen Jiu. Remembering the "bad reputation" of their fourth uncle, they quickly apologized.
"We will leave now. We will leave now. We dare not disturb our uncle."
"That's more like it."
Chen Jiu snorted, hooked the beautiful folding fan in his hand and turned it around, then turned around and looked not far in front of him.
"I say, you little bastard, you have only been a disciple for a few years, and you dare to yell at me to draw your sword? Humph, even someone as powerful as Master Jianchou didn't dare to be as arrogant as you back then."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Are you still going to fight?"
After struggling to get up from the ground, Fang Xiaoxie wiped his face with his dusty sleeve, his sword-like brows were tightly furrowed, and he looked at Chen Jiu with an unconvinced look.
"Oh, you really have a temper."
Chen Jiu flicked the fan and casually paced a few steps on the sword-drawing platform, looking at the boy and shaking his head constantly, but there was clearly admiration in his eyes.
To be fair, Fang Xiaoxie is pretty good.
This kid has only been here for six years and is only fourteen this year. He is very young, not as strong as his peers, and still looks childish.
But if you look closely at his cultivation, you will find that he is already in the early stage of Golden Core!
It can be said that this kid is another rare genius after Yashan Jianchou and Kunwu Xie Buchen!
Moreover, unlike the fragility of most beginners, although Fang Xiaoxie is young, he has an extremely tenacious temperament and is the type that becomes more courageous as he faces more setbacks.
But here’s the thing…
Too warlike.
With his current strength, it is difficult to find a suitable opponent among his peers, so he is determined to fight Chen Jiu.
Who made Shen Ju wander around in the mountains all day long, seemingly doing nothing
Whenever he thought of this, Chen Jiu got a headache.
He saw the fighting spirit burning in the other party's eyes, which showed no sign of being extinguished, and he could not help but grit his teeth and said, "I, your fourth uncle, am not an idle person with nothing to do. From now on, you can only fight me once a day, and not even half a round!"
"Why? I don't accept it!"
Fang Xiaoxie’s eyes immediately widened and he shouted in dissatisfaction.
But why would Chen Jiu care about him
He just laughed and walked up leisurely, grabbed the man by the collar and lifted him up, walking towards the edge of the sword-drawing platform.
"Not convinced? What can you do if you are not convinced?"
"Our Yashan is a place where strength speaks louder than words. If you can beat them, you are the boss. Even if you want to be the leader, that's fine. But if you can't beat them, you'd better bow down to the boss."
"Look, I don't accept that I'm the fourth brother instead of the eldest brother, but I don't make a fuss like you!"
Fang Xiaoxie was lifted up by him, and he really had no ability to resist at all. He just twisted his body to struggle out. But when he heard what Chen Ju said, he immediately rolled his eyes and sneered.
"Isn't it because you can't beat him?"
"Who said I can't beat him?!"
At this moment, it was as if someone had suddenly stepped on his tail. Chen Jiu jumped up and was so angry that he almost threw Fang Xiaoxie to the ground!
"I told you to give in if you can't beat me. Are you itching for trouble? Who said I can't beat him? Ah, who said I can't beat him?!"
"… "
Fang Xiaoxie didn't say anything, just raised his head and told him the answer with his eyes.
This is a look of complete contempt!
Chen Jiu has been "bullying around" in Yashan for many years, relying on his high level of cultivation and seniority. However, this is the first time he has encountered a troublemaker like Fang Xiaoxie, not to mention being questioned in person!
It’s so infuriating!
It’s so infuriating!
"If I don't show you how powerful I am, you really don't know that the Horse King has three eyes!"
"I can't beat him? How dare you say I can't beat him?!"
"Although Senior Sister Jianchou is now the number one on the Fourth Heavenly Monument, her actual realm is only the late Nascent Soul stage. The reason why Wang couldn't beat him is that they are useless lackeys of the Kunwu Sect. Your Fourth Uncle is also at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. You know you can't beat him?"
Holding Fang Xiaoxie in his arms, Chen Jiu jumped directly off the high sword-drawing platform, still teaching him a lesson.
"Anyway, now that Qu Ersha has rebelled against Yashan, and Senior Sister Jianchou's cultivation level is still a step behind mine, it's time for me to take the position of Senior Brother of Yashan."
"Once the senior sister comes, I will test my strength with her and draw my sword."
"When the time comes, I'll let you open your eyes and see who is the boss!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his feet landed steadily on the ground. He casually threw Fang Xiaoxie, who was in his hand, and the boy rolled out like a gourd.
Thinking back to his bold words just now, Shen Jiu felt very satisfied.
So, he clapped his hands leisurely, ready to let Fang Xiaoxie go back and practice for another hundred or eighty years. But when he looked up, he suddenly found...
Fang Xiaoxie, who should have gotten up from the ground quickly, lay on the ground without moving.
In front of him was a pair of satin boots with a white base and cloud patterns.
Looking up, she was wearing a moon-white robe with a dark blue leather belt tied around her waist, which made her look particularly slender and tall. From Fang Xiaoxie's angle, he could only see her slender white neck, delicate and pointed jaw, and the corners of her lips...
That little smile seemed kind and gentle.
"So Junior Brother Shen is also interested in the position of Senior Brother. I seemed to hear you just now, you want to draw your sword with me?"
The clear voice also hides a smile.
But somehow, after hearing this, Fang Xiaoxie felt a chill rising from his tailbone out of nowhere, which made him shiver.
Chen Jiu, who was standing under the sword-drawing platform, was even more horrified.
He looked at the figure standing gracefully in front of Fang Xiaoxie. It was still the familiar outline and softness from the past, but the terrifying pressure emanating from it reminded him that the other person had undergone tremendous changes in the past sixty years!
Draw the sword
Even a genius like Wang Que couldn't beat him, how could he beat...
Bullshit!
Chen Jiu felt his calves go weak, the corners of his beautiful peach blossom eyes twitched constantly, and the expression on his face was completely stiff.
At this moment, he only remembered the words he said when he taught Fang Xiaoxie a lesson -
Bow down to the boss.
"Ah, Senior Sister Jianchou, it's been a long time, a long time." Chen Jiu quickly regained his smile, "Look at how tired you are, you must be exhausted after rushing all the way back. Junior brother, I'll pour you a cup of tea!"