Looking at the pot of white soup, Jing Jiu put on his hat, fastened his cloth belt, went out of the restaurant, and walked into the carriage.
This car was prepared by the Gu family in advance.
The Gu family is a big family in Nanhe Prefecture, and many of their children are cultivating in Qingshan. Up to now, there are still two elders who are cultivating in Tianguang Peak and Shiyue Peak respectively.
As a disciple, how could Gu Qing make Jing Jiu bother about such a trivial matter, the arrangements had already been made.
In the past year, Gu Qing's position in the family has undergone many changes. No matter how you look at it, the first disciple of Shenmo Peak is also very promising, although it is still not as good as Gu Han's status in Qingshan, but who knows what will happen in the future, the big family will naturally not make mistakes in this kind of thing.
The carriage is very large, and the interior decoration is very luxurious. The Gu family must have put a lot of thought into this car.
Jing Jiu didn't understand these things, but he was very satisfied.
Because there is a bed in the carriage, and there is a window on the top, which is inlaid with a whole piece of colored glass, which can penetrate the skylight.
He took off the iron sword wrapped in cloth, lay down on the bed, and knocked on the carriage.
With the sound of horseshoes, the car drove towards the outside of Yunji Town.
Clouds and mist gathered from all around and drifted outside the window.
He looked at the scenery on the window, silent.
He didn't go with the Qingshan Brigade, there was another reason besides not wanting to get too close to the one from Qingrong Peak.
In the Mangshan Mountain in the northern part of Nanhe Prefecture, some time ago, a precious light suddenly shot out, illuminating the night sky, which was a sign of the emergence of a peerless magic weapon.
Some practitioners said that there is a cave left by the previous generation of real people there, and it will be reopened in response to the changes in the atmosphere of the heaven and the earth.
This kind of rumor will appear in the mainland every once in a while, and it has not attracted the attention of many sects. Those sects that are eligible to participate in the Meihui have no disciples, and the Qingshan Sect has ignored it, even in Nanhe Prefecture.
Of course Jing Jiu knew that this rumor was false.
Because the former real person in the legend was called Jingyang.
But he will still go to see, because there are many small sect disciples and casual practitioners going, he wants to see if that guy will show up.
That guy likes to watch the fun best.
Back then, their senior brothers built this fake cave, wasn't it because that guy was playful and liked to watch the excitement
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One evening, the carriage stopped at the south of Mang Mountain.
Jing Jiu came down with the iron sword on his back, and looked back at the carriage.
He feels that this car is really comfortable, and practitioners will not get motion sickness, and it can help sleep with the ups and downs of the car.
The road from Nansong Pavilion to Xijianxi is very flat and should be able to drive.
He thought so, and said to the coachman, "Send it to Nansong Pavilion."
The driver didn't dare to make a sound, and nodded desperately.
As the twilight deepened, the vast mountains gradually darkened, and occasionally a sword light could be seen to light up. There were indeed no high-level practitioners who came to explore the treasure.
Jing Jiu walked along the mountain road, and came to a ruined temple in the middle of the night.
There are still more than 20 miles away from the cave, which is just outside the restriction.
The restriction mentioned here is not a formation, but a practice in the practice circle of the southern mainland. Before leaving, he asked Gu Qing very clearly.
When a practitioner is looking for treasure, if he is interested in the treasure, he must enter a distance of twenty miles before the cave is opened, otherwise you will not be eligible to participate in the treasure distribution.
This rule is obviously imitating the Qingshan sect, but it is somewhat nondescript.
Jing Jiu walked into the ruined temple.
There was a fire burning in the temple.
More than ten practitioners sat around the fire.
Practitioners are not afraid of cold and heat, their eyesight is far better than ordinary people, and they don't need light when walking at night, but they still light a fire.
No one likes to be alone, the fire is a sign of calling for companions, gathering together often brings courage.
The fire illuminated their faces, and the flames moving with the wind made their faces a little cloudy and uncertain. They should still be hesitating whether to go forward for a few miles before the opening of the cave in the middle of the night. In the entanglement and struggle of competitors, wouldn't it be a loss if the cave is fake
More than ten eyes fell on Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu ignored it and walked to a corner to sit down.
He doesn't need a companion, he's used to being alone.
There was silence in the ruined temple, only the sound of the flames being stirred by the mountain wind.
After an unknown amount of time, an extremely loud voice came from outside the temple, diluting the tension and depression brought about by the night of the ruined temple.
"This can't be true! It's thanks to them that they figured it out. What kind of Biefu is the real Jingyang? This is Nanhe Prefecture. If it is the Biefu of Jingyang, how can the Qingshan sect be approached? Even if the Zhongzhou faction You can only avoid it from a distance! Only these idiots will believe it."
Walking into the ruined temple were two monks, one old and one young, and the young one was talking.
More than a dozen ascetics glared at the young monk.
The young monk was careless, he didn't notice the fire at all, and he didn't expect anyone in the temple, so he was stunned.
Those idiots... should be these people, right
The victim listened to the person who spoke ill of someone behind his back. The young monk was very embarrassed and bowed to apologize repeatedly.
More than a dozen ascetics were both angry and helpless, because the attitude of the young monk's apology was indeed very sincere, and more importantly, he and the old monk were carrying old wooden drawers and grooming themselves. How could they afford to offend them
I heard that the eminent monk of Guocheng Temple has a very good temper, so what's the point of cursing a few words to vent his anger
No one dared to do anything, accepted the young monk's apology, got up and saluted the old monk, and even gave up the best seat by the fire.
The young monk suddenly saw Jing Jiu wearing a hat in the corner, he hesitated, took another look to confirm, and couldn't help but let out a cry.
The old monk said helplessly, "What's the matter?"
"Oops oops oops..."
The young monk felt that Jing Jiu was trying to hide his identity, and it was not easy to point him out. He was very anxious and said to the old monk, "Master, what you said is right, but I was wrong."
In his mind, since the Qingshan Sect sent Jing Jiu from Shenmo Peak, even if the cave that was opened tonight was not Jingyang Zhenren Biefu, it must have some origins.
Jing Jiu met the young monk twice, but he didn't expect him to talk so much, even louder than ten years old.
In the past, he might have been a little annoyed, but now he felt a little close and smiled at the young monk.
The firelight illuminates the lower corner of the hat.
The young monk covered his chest with his hands, thinking that it was indeed as rumored, it was really beautiful.
"Senior Brother Jing... No, Uncle Jing... why are you here? Could it be that cave tonight?"
His voice was so low that other practitioners in the temple did not notice.
Jing Jiu shook his head.
The young monk was about to say something.
The old monk came over and said, "Shut up."
The young monk sighed and closed his mouth, thinking that he really had some conflicts with this Master Qingshan, and he would be forced to do a closed-mouth meditation every time he saw him.
Seeing this scene, Jing Jiu wondered if he should learn the closed mouth meditation and pass it on to ten years old after two years.
(end of this chapter)