Immediately afterwards, Cheng Youtian, the master of Bihu Peak, Mochi representing Tianguang Peak, Guo Nanshan, and the elders of the peaks all stepped forward to salute.
Not everyone came to welcome his return, such as Nan Wang, such as Fang Jingtian.
The most important thing for a cultivator is to cultivate the Tao, and he often retreats for more than ten years or even longer, and no one can accuse him of this.
Similarly, not everyone welcomed Jing Jiu's return. For example, the new Yunxing Peak Master, although he followed the crowd to salute, his expression was very cold.
Ping Yongjia hadn't returned to Qingshan for a hundred years, so he asked Yuan Qu in a low voice: "Brother, who is this person?"
Yuan Qu said: "Jin Sidao, after Fuwang's death, he is now the master of Jianfeng."
Ping Yongjia had a special fondness for Yunxing Peak, and was also very curious about the new Yunxing Peak master. Looking at the other party's expression and demeanor, he couldn't help being a little disappointed, and said in a low voice: "That's it...it's not as good as me."
His voice was so low that only Yuan Qu and the others could hear him, and he almost laughed.
No one expected that Jing Jiu suddenly said, "Then you can come."
There was no sound by the Xijian River.
The breeze blows on the water, and the waves are slightly chaotic.
The elders and disciples of each peak thought they heard something wrong, and then they woke up, shocked and speechless.
Jin Sidao's face became ugly.
Fortunately, Jing Jiu just said this casually and didn't really do anything.
Next, he didn't go back to Shenmo Peak to see his monkey, and he didn't rush to Tianguang Peak to repair that chair, but went directly to Xilai Peak.
Seeing the figure heading towards Xilai Peak, people became even more flustered, thinking that the head master had just returned, so the two sides would start a war
Countless sword lights followed.
Immortal Guangyuan was extremely worried, and wanted to talk to Jing Jiu, but found that he was unable to catch up with his speed, and couldn't help being shocked.
There was a soft buzz.
Jing Jiu landed on the square in front of Xilai Peak.
The breeze blew out from the white clothes, blowing in all directions, blowing out all the old dust in the cracks of the bluestone slabs, rolling into the distance like a wave of air.
The green pines around the square moved accordingly, like waves, unable to calm down for a long time.
Fang Jingtian walked out of the dark hall slowly, and the two extremely long silver eyebrows were also blown by the breeze.
He did not retreat, nor did he pretend to retreat, he has been waiting here.
"It's been a long time." Jing Jiu looked at him and said.
Yes, it really has been a long time.
One hundred and fifty years ago, he returned to Qingshan again and climbed Shenmo Peak together with Zhao Layue.
Since then, Fang Jingtian has been trying to kill him.
When Jingyang Real Man's fake cave opened, Fang Jingtian was murderous, but Zenzi Lianjia happened to pass by.
In the battle of Yuntai, all the strongest in Qingshan came out. Fang Jingtian sat in Qingshan, and once thought of killing everyone on Shenmo Peak, but Liu Ada happened to be there.
Jing Jiu is a person who will turn around and leave when he sees the shadow of death. The several life and death crises he has experienced in this life are all his own choices, and he has made careful preparations. Only Fang Jingtian's several murderous intentions made him truly feel Threatened.
Because at that time he was still very weak.
Not to mention the grand ceremony of the head of Qingshan a hundred years ago. In the eyes of the world, he was forced out by Fang Jingtian after all.
The flames subsided suddenly, and the sword light also subsided. Immortal Guangyuan landed beside Jing Jiu, and swished his sleeve with his backhand.
Countless extremely pure sword intents pierced through the air, forming a barrier in front of the Xilai Peak Hall, blocking all three generations of disciples outside.
Only the peak masters and second-generation elders of each peak, as well as those talented disciples who have successfully broken through the sea, such as Zhuo Rusui and others, can enter.
Guangyuan Daoist persuaded: "Uncle, please calm down. A few years ago, the discussion of the new leader was not because of senior brother's greed for power, but because you were sleeping in Chaoge City at that time, and the nine peaks had no master..."
Elder Mo Chi also rushed over at this time, he didn't care about adjusting his breath to calm down, he hurried forward and tried to persuade: "Master... Master... Master..."
Immediately afterwards, Cheng Youtian and more and more elders came to Xilai Peak, most of them dared not go forward, only those with the highest status and seniority surrounded Jing Jiu to persuade him. What they said is of course very reasonable. Now that Yuan Qijing has just left, if Qingshan falls into civil strife, how can it be justified? More importantly, Qingshan is now in full swing. machine
But no matter what Guangyuan Zhenren and others said, Jing Jiu still didn't respond, just quietly looked at Fang Jingtian in the distance.
Gradually, the voice of persuasion became quieter, and the honest and honest Elder Mochi was still unwilling, blushing with anxiety, and said inarticulately: "Uncle...Uncle..."
Suddenly, Zhuo Rusui stepped forward to support Elder Mochi, and walked a few steps outside with his arm while smiling.
Elder Mo Chi was even more anxious, slapped him on the head, and said, "It's... a big deal, this is a... big deal, don't make trouble!"
Zhuo Rusui groaned, fell directly into the arms of Elder Mochi, and said in a painful voice: "Master, you are too harsh, I will die..."
Elder Mochi was taken aback, wondering what was going on, and quickly helped him to sit down.
An indifferent voice broke the awkward and tense silence in the square.
"Today we are calling Master Uncle, but what about that year? That year when he was in charge of the sect ceremony, even if he had the edict of Master Liu Ci, even if Master Jianlu said it himself, you still didn't recognize him as Master Uncle, why? Because he At that time, he had just broken the sea, and in your opinion it was not enough to fight, so why do you no longer doubt it? Is it because of Zenzi's attitude or even senior Sanyue? Not because he can fight now."
Countless eyes fell on Zhao Layue, waiting for her next words with strong anxiety.
She looked at Fang Jingtian expressionlessly and said, "If that's the case, why don't you fight today?"
The square in front of Xilai Peak became even quieter.
Fang Jingtian's silver eyebrows fluttered slightly, he looked at Zhao Layue and said appreciatively: "As expected of the genius who broke through the peak of the sea the fastest since the opening of my Qingshan sect, the Qingshan swordsmanship lies in daring to fight, how can you not fight?" Then he looked at Jing Jiu and said : "Actually, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Hearing these words, there was an uproar in the audience, Master Guangyuan wanted to say something more, Fang Jingtian raised his right hand and said: "Junior Brothers, this matter has nothing to do with you."
As soon as the voice fell, his figure disappeared from the field.
Jing Jiu stroked the white cat that Zhao Layue was holding, and left with the wind.
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The snow on Shangde Peak does not melt all year round. Walking among the peaks, except for the green pines, cliffs and cypresses, you can only see monotonous white and black rocks, which makes people feel like they are in the snow field in the north.
The breeze blows suddenly, Jing Jiu and Fang Jingtian fall outside the cave, bringing up some snow particles.
Many years ago, they all lived and practiced here, and now they come back again, I don't know how to feel.
"I didn't live here for a long time, and my junior sister and the others stayed even shorter. It wasn't long before I started, and my master was... killed by you. Speaking of which, we didn't spend too long with my master." Fang Jingtian stood by the cliff , Looking at the vast mountains outside the snow and fog, he said expressionlessly: "But a teacher for a day, a father for a lifetime."
Jing Jiu ignored him, turned around and walked into the cave.
Fang Jingtian's silver eyebrows fluttered slightly, like snow, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, revealing a mocking smile, he turned and walked away.
The well leading to the underground sword prison is still bleakly cold, but the old man who used to stand by the well and look down is no longer alive.
"How was it when senior brother left?" Fang Jingtian asked.
Jing Jiu didn't want to talk too much with this person, but he was still willing to say a few more words about Yuan Qijing or Liu Ci, and said, "He said he was very happy."
"That's good." Fang Jingtian floated up and fell towards the bottom of the well.
Accompanied by the unchanging sky, the two figures floated down to the bottom of the well. The ground was dry, with no snow or wet water.
Like the dead dog in Montenegro slowly opened his eyes, the eyes are still so deep, but so calm and gentle.
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(Today I opened the NetEase cloud playlist of "This Star Comes From Earth" and was listening to it. I suddenly heard a very familiar prelude, and I felt something. I listened to Dou Wei Heimeng's album countless times in college. I like it very much. My brother-in-law I also like it very much. When my sister was pregnant, I put this at home every day. Later, when the child was crawling on the ground, I often put this at home. We have been joking with ourselves. The prenatal education and preschool education of our niece are really different. The reason why today I feel it because when the music is playing, my precious niece is sitting on the desk next to me, drawing pictures on the computer. She is already a college student, and she majors in painting. I listen to the music, look at her, and ask Does she still remember, she said of course. I don't feel old, I just feel good. Although the word "inheritance" is a bit big, the influence between family members and predecessors is still there after all. It's like Taiping Like Fang Jingtian, in fact, I wanted to write more about Fang Jingtian, but I deleted it to save space. The general meaning is this. In fact, in another story, he is Chen Pingping, and he is the Avenger. I can’t say I like him, because I was stingy and didn't give him pen and ink, so I would like to add a few words here to thank him.)