It's quiet at night.
People also went to rest, and only Qu Duanyun was left in the room. Qu Duanyun put down his book and took out a roll of calligraphy clothes from his sleeve. He grinded the ink, and the pen tip filled with ink hovered over the calligraphy coat.
He thought for a moment and sighed. It took a long time to write the three words "the one who respects me".
Shafu City in the North. The northwest ban is operating as usual, but because of the increasingly serious dust in Xilong, the market is not prosperous.
Xu Jingming is a talkative person, but fortunately this person admires the emperor's brother very much. In order not to annoy the emperor, Xu Jingming rarely visited the Imperial Prefect's Mansion as an adult. If I told Jiang Youyue some harmless lies, I should not be exposed.
Jiang Youyue, the teacher, is good at everything, but he sticks to the old rules and leaves things to chance. As the saying goes, if you keep cutting off, you will suffer chaos. Although Shi Jingzhi only had less than a year left to live, he would not be able to cause much trouble. It is never a wise move to let it run its course like this.
What if Shi Jingzhi has a headache, a fever, encounters a natural or man-made disaster, and dies like this? Will the efforts of such a large group of people be in vain
But whenever Jiang Youyue mentioned relevant matters, he would always be vague.
"When you inherit the mantle of being a teacher, you will always know the truth." All his questions will eventually be classified into this answer.
Jiang Youyue indeed valued his students, but Qu Duanyun could see that his teacher kept a lot of secrets. Speaking of the Northwest Great Restriction alone, Jiang Youyue had never told him where the power to operate the restriction came from. Even he, a student of the National Normal University, could not figure it out.
How can there be "power" in the world that appears for no reason
Jiang Youyue mentioned that as long as the Northwest Great Restriction is still there, no matter how hard Shi Jingzhi struggles, he will definitely not be able to change his fate. Then if he conceals something harmlessly, he might be able to deflect the master's plan.
There is no problem in the world that he cannot solve, and there is nothing in the world that he cannot dominate. Qu Duanyun didn't want to dedicate his life to that slippery "artificial evil spirit". When Jingzhi fails, he succeeds and takes his place. Will Master still look like he is self-sufficient despite wind and rain
Thinking of Shi Jingzhi's face, Qu Duanyun tightened his grip on the pen, and his face showed a rare hint of anger. He took a deep breath and was able to write calmly.
This morning, General Wu Huai ascended the throne. In this way, we can see that the seals of Chensi Temple, Lingjiao San, Chigou and Taiheng have all fallen into our hands. Everything is ready, just wait for the meat.
The morning light is fading, and the hour is approaching. There were celebratory firecrackers burning in the Chigou courtyard.
The congregants all changed into their brightest ceremonial clothes and gathered in the Chigou Sect courtyard. The most senior members of the congregation had no idea what the new leader looked like, and their faces were all beaming with joy. Those with a slightly higher status hid the worry on their faces very well.
The attitudes of the protectors and guardians are much more interesting - one of the nine is missing, Hua Jingchun, and the remaining eight have different expressions, including joy, anger, sorrow and joy. The eight people were leaning on the seats, their movements were loose but disciplined, forming a demonic version of the Eight Immortals crossing the sea.
Although the enthronement ceremony was held in the open air, countless steel wires were spread over the courtyard, and the bone bells seemed to be suspended in the air. In the center of the courtyard, an ancient cauldron was sacrificed, with three blood-red incense sticks inserted into the cauldron. The aroma is so ethereal that it makes people dizzy and hot.
Protector Hua led a group of people to hide in a secret room not far away. She smelled the strange aroma and hissed: "It's the 'dead man's incense'. The ceremony begins."
As soon as Shi Jingzhi turned to Yin Ci, Yin Ci explained with understanding: "That is a detoxifying incense. It detoxifies and calms corpses. It can also be used in tombs."
Major ceremonies are inevitably crowded with people. As a demon sect, Chigou dug countless graves and made many enemies. This move was also to prevent someone from attacking people with poisonous powder.
"The tea mixed with medicinal powder...?"
"Since I was chosen by Protector Hua, I can't understand why."
Yin Ci explained while looking around the secret room. This is the same execution room where he used different methods to kill himself during his "persistence" period. The space is large and secretive, and he can easily monitor the surrounding situation. I don’t know how Hua Jingchun found . If she dug deep into the ground, she would be able to dig out a lot of "Su Zhi's bones".
Now Shi Jingzhi stood here with his eyes blinking, and he always felt a strange sense of trance.
Hua Jingchun had no time to be distracted. She counted the time bit by bit and muttered: "Take off the mask to reveal the true face, worship the gods and pray for peace. Respectfully watch the guests announce the world, a cup of wine will mess up the underworld... Six cups of wine and tea, half of it is still needed. Two sticks of incense every hour.”
Yan Qing was familiar with him once and for all, he had a quarrel with the Ling Cult once, and now he had already taken the initiative to hold the stone sword tightly. Only Su Si was playing with the carving knife, his beautiful eyes looking around, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Where's Shen Zhu?" Su Si looked around for a long time before asking in a lower voice.
"I don't know, she just said she was worried." Yan Qing scratched his head, "Miss Shen is very smart, she must know the way... Why do you suddenly ask like this?"
"The place is dark and gloomy, and the aura of death is so heavy that it makes me panic. What do you think is wrong with Su Zhi? How could a Chigou sect build such a weird secret room?" Su Si frowned, with a look on his face. Not a bit nervous.
Yan Qing waited for a long time, and the momentum he had managed to build up was almost blown away thousands of miles away.
Their ability to conceal movement was not as good as that of the masters and disciples of the Dry Mountain Sect. Hua Jingchun’s eyes immediately pierced over: “Kids, be quiet!”
It's a pity that people who are not curious waste their youth. Once Yan Qing was taken away by Su Si, he couldn't hold it in any longer. He moved closer to Su Si and lowered his voice: "She doesn't recognize you?"
Su Si snorted back like a mosquito: "Chi Gou is afraid that the guardians and guardians will win over the young leader in advance. According to the rules, before the enthronement ceremony, the young leader will not show his true face easily. There are many people who are chased by Chi Gou. , the people chasing me don’t know the reason.”
He said with a sneer.
"Tokens are the most tangible evidence. People within the sect are guarantors, probably because Wu Huai knows many secrets of the Chi Gou sect and is not weak in strength."
The two of them finished chatting and waited quietly for a stick of incense.
"Miss Shen hasn't come back yet, will something happen?" Seeing that Shen Zhu hadn't moved for a long time, Yan Qing's voice was filled with anxiety.
Su Si said absently: "Master Shi is not in a hurry, why are you anxious? Third son, is it possible that you have fallen in love with her?"
Yan Qing's face and eyes instantly changed into the same color. He managed to suppress his voice and replied in a stumbling voice: "The leader may not know about it, I-"
"Third son, I'll teach you to be a good boy. Shen Zhu is a subordinate of the leader. The master doesn't care about the actions of the subordinates. There are only two possibilities - first, he knows what the subordinates are going to do and knows everything. The second thing is under control..."
Su Si smiled evilly.
"Second, know that no matter what you do, it will not hinder your own business."
Qu Duanyun sat upright in the guest seat and looked at the grand ceremony in front of him seriously.
The bone bells all over the sky were blown by the wind, making a soft tinkling sound. The smoke of the dead incense was thick and heavy, and the wisps of milky white flowed along the ancient tripod to the ground, forming a wave of smoke on the ground. The singer who was raised in the church was singing a Shafu song, which was melodious and graceful. The tone is mixed with the unique roughness of the desert, and each melody seems to have been polished by wind and sand.
He looked with his eyes and listened with his ears, but he was not here. Ever since he sent back Ziyi's message, Jiang Youyue has not given a reply. The word clothes in his sleeves were quiet, without any heat from the operation of the magic.
as always.
Most of the affairs in the world will be handled by him. Although Jue Fei, Qi Xundao, Wu Xue Po and other Dana died of twin roots. However, he has been taking the lead in destroying the Ling Sect and rectifying Taiheng. Even so, his master always looked to the sky and uttered words such as "destiny" and "immortal way".
It's as if you can accomplish everything by yourself just by relying on the word "fate".
It was not the first time he had burrowed into an ant nest on the embankment to hide the matter of the Northwest Great Restriction. Back in the Northland, Qu Duanyun borrowed connections from the Immortal Society in an attempt to intervene in Shi Jingzhi's "unblocking" of the matter. In such a commotion, Shi Jingzhi was almost killed by him. Even so, Jiang Youyue still looked like an old god.
The Imperial Master only lightly blamed the deaths of Chen Qianfan and Wei Chun on the Kushan Sect, and did not feel the slightest anger towards Qu Duanyun.
Qu Duanyun couldn't understand.
It’s not like a century-old plan has never failed. Why are the national teachers unwilling to learn lessons? Everyone only knows to respect the rules left by the saint, and is not willing to make any changes.
In his opinion, the century-old plan may not necessarily be focused on "Yu Zi".
The melody reached a high point, and the voices of many women were sonorous, singing the tune of thousands of troops. Qu Duanyun had a calm smile on his face, and his hands on his sleeves slowly clenched into fists.
Finally, Wu Huai walked onto the stone platform. He took off the mask on his face and picked up a stick of incense.
Wu Huai has a very good appearance, and with the misty clouds and mist all over the ground, he looks like an immortal. He specially imitated the clothes of Su Zhi in the past, wearing black clothes with fine and delicate gold embroidery on the corners. The corners of his clothes rolled through the clouds and mist, and the original ferocity was obscured by the smoke, turning into harmless arrogance and indifference.
At the innermost side of the courtyard, a huge portrait of Su Zhi hangs. The man in the painting wears a mask, with only his chin exposed. However, his posture is majestic and his momentum is impressive, as if a flying immortal has come to the world. Compared to the demon sect's courtyard, the painting is more suitable to be placed in the temple.
Wu Huai held the incense in both hands and bowed to the portrait with utmost respect. Then he turned around and inserted the dead incense back into the incense burner. A burst of true energy passed by, and the end of the incense was rekindled by him.
"I am Wu Huai, the leader of Chigou, the third generation leader after Suzhi. Today, I will witness that from now on, Chigou will be my Chigou."
Holding the hilt of the bone-sweeping sword, he turned to the people in Taiheng and Yueshui Pavilion who were sitting in the guest seats.
"Come here, serve some wine and tea!"
The blind and mute servant brought a tray with six cups to Wu Huai. At the same time, each guest also got a cup of Shafu medicinal tea. Wu Huai glanced at each cup, picked up the cup with honeysuckle and mint, and raised his head to the sky. His lips touched the rim of the glass, he raised his head, and was about to drink it all in one gulp—
"Slow down!" Qu Duanyun shouted.
Wu Huai paused for a moment and then stopped almost immediately: "... What do you have to say, Master Qu?"
Qu Duanyun squinted at the teacup in his hand, slightly swirled the tea in it, and took a small sip. Then he placed the tea cup heavily on the table, and for the first time he looked solemn in front of others.
"Master Wu, please add something to the tea. You'd better check the bowl you want to drink."