The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 39: In the peaceful season, don’t miss the game
Yuan Qu did not directly drive away with the sword, but walked off Yunxing Peak.
The sword doesn't have a name yet. He plans to ask Master or Master Master to give it one.
With a name, we can better communicate feelings, and then achieve the real harmony of humans and swords. Anything too hasty is no good.
When I came to the foot of Yunxing Peak, the friends of Qingshan who received the news came forward to congratulate them, and even several elders showed up, appearing very enthusiastic.
After Jing Jiu became the head, he did not move to Tianguang Peak as usual, but still lived on Shenmo Peak. The people and monkeys of Shenmo Peak naturally rose up.
What's more, a few days ago, the disciples of Guangyuan and Shiyuefeng were sent to Xihai to replace Bihu Peak. It is said that they were not allowed to come back even this time when the head of the ascendancy ceremony was held.
Why is this happening? Of course, it has something to do with the dispute when the will be read out in previous years.
The Qingshan disciples once again confirmed that the real head is a prudent person, and they are naturally more cautious when dealing with the disciples of the gods and peaks in Yuanqu.
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The sword with its twists and turns and clinging to frost has been kept by Jing Jiu in Yunxing Peak for five years.
It has been six years since that spring rain.
The Xuanling Sect has been in civil strife for seven years.
The Battle of the West Sea has been nine years.
Lujia has been dividing tea for ten years.
That same year, Jing Jiu left the green hills, searched for treasures and sharpened his sword. He wanted to repair his right hand, went deep into the bottom of Lengshan Mountain, and met with the Underworld Master before the transparent huge wall. make an appointment.
Now the agreed time is up.
On the day of the winter solstice, there was a cloudy wind on the banks of the East China Sea, and the talisman paper by the Tongtianjing floated slightly, exuding strong pressure.
There was a thunderous roar from under the gloomy cliff. I don't know how long it took, an ugly mountain monster that looked like stones and plants slowly appeared.
Even the ghosts cannot break through the formations set by the former Dade of Guocheng Temple and Shuiyue'an. They can only stop between the cliffs tens of meters below and look up at the gloomy sky.
A piece of fallen leaf fell from the top of the ghost's forehead, followed by the yin wind, and quietly crossed those formations, and landed on the side of the well.
The fallen leaf is actually a person.
The man's face was pale, his face was immature, his eyebrows were extremely pale, his eyes were indifferent, he was a childlike face.
Tong Yan carried a box in her hand, not sure what it contained.
He used the heaven and earth escape method, but still touched the formation method, and the runes on the cliff began to glow like a blazing sun.
The ghost underneath let out a painful roar, turned upside down, and crawled towards the gloomy ground.
Tong Yan looked around, feeling a little strange.
Some time ago, the offensive of the priests finally slowed down, and the underworld master proposed to let him return to the surface of the continent to do that important thing.
It was at this time that he learned of the ten-year agreement between the Underworld Master and Jing Jiu.
Why isn't Jing Jiu here now? Is there no one beside Tongtianjing?
Those runes even if they recognize their Profound Sect's authentic Taoism, how can they let go of that box?
Tong Yan's expression is stern, his eyebrows thickened, and he suddenly noticed that the runes gradually gathered light.
A small sedan chair with a blue curtain came with the wind and fell gently in front of him.
Tong Yan looked at the Qinglian Xiaojiao in silence for a long time, but finally chose to believe and walked in with the box.
There is no one in the small sedan chair, and it looks very common, but it is definitely not the case.
Tong Yan didn't think about where the Supreme Elder of Shuiyue'an had gone, put the box under her feet, and closed her eyes.
The blue curtain sedan shook slightly, and it should have left the ground and flew up.
After more than ten breaths, Tong Yan opened her eyes, and after hesitating for a while, she reached out and raised a corner of the car curtain.
The spiritual world knows that the Qinglian sedan chair is a sacred relic of Shuiyue'an, and they don't know what Jing Jiu uses. It can actually be borrowed for use.
The car curtain opened, but no wind came in, and there was no sound.
The fields and green hills below are swept back at an unimaginable speed, making it impossible to see the details clearly.
Tong Yan didn't put down the car curtain, quietly watching the unclear scenery.
Stayed in the underworld for these years, the colors of black and white and fire have seen too much, such a green and rich color is really a long time.
I don't know how long it took, the small sedan chair slowly slowed down, and the height gradually lowered, and it came to the ground.
There is fog everywhere in the town. Pedestrians walk through the fog, some are accustomed to it, and some are full of surprises. They keep reaching out for the fog, obviously tourists.
The small sedan chair moved slowly in the meantime, and people's comments came in clearly.
The strange thing is that the pedestrians didn't seem to see the small sedan chair, and they didn't show any surprised expressions.
The holy relic of Shuiyue'an has its own magic.
The town is very lively, and those talks are endless. It didn't take long for Tong Yan to know where it was and what happened.
It is very close to Qingshan and is called Yunji Town. Recently, there was a grand festival in the town to celebrate the imperial court's tax exemption from Tiannan for three years.
The reason why the imperial court is so generous is because the real person named Jing Jiu is about to officially take the post of Qingshan's head.
The small blue sedan chair passed through the fog and the crowd, leaving those comments behind, and came to a large house in front of the mountain outside the town.
There is a small stream flowing down in the mountains, passing through the house, flowers and trees on both sides of the bank are not prosperous but everywhere, obviously it is carefully designed but there is a kind of natural wildness.
The mist flows along with the stream between the gardens of flowers and trees, quiet and pure, it is really a fairyland on earth.
The small sedan chair stopped in the house, the meaning is very clear, this is the place where Tongyan will live in the future.
Tong Yan glanced at the box in front of him and said, "I'm going to the sword prison."
There was a vague sound of crashing in the box, not knowing whether it was anger or fear.
The blue curtain small sedan shook slightly, and flew again, breaking through the clouds and mist, and went directly to the high altitude, toward the green and beautiful peaks in front.
It didn't take long for a few sword lights to illuminate the sky, and a few Qingshan disciples greeted him across Nanshan.
The relationship between Qingshanzong and Shuiyue'an was very complicated in the past. It was also an enemy and a friend, a friend and an enemy. It only depends on the mood of Lian March. Now the situation is completely different. The two sides are already a very stable ally. In the meeting of Guocheng Temple, Shuiyue'an clearly stood on the side of the green mountain, ignoring Zhenren Bai's mood at all.
Guo Nanshan and others naturally thought that sitting in the small sedan chair was the Supreme Elder of Shuiyue'an, so they would naturally not interrogate them and salute them respectfully, so they gave way to the passage.
Where did they want to get it, sitting in the small sedan chair was Tong Yan who had been missing for many years.
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The small sedan chair flew between the peaks, but did not follow the guidance of Nanshan to go to Tianguang Peak, but turned directly to Shangde Peak.
I was stunned when I crossed Nanshan, thinking that the elder Taishang at Shuiyue'an is not the same as the lawyer Jian?
Senior and the teacher wanted to meet and talk in advance. Naturally, these junior disciples didn't dare to stop them, so they had to go to Mount Defeng.
The snow and ice of Shangdefeng never melts all year round, it is bitterly cold, and the relationship with Tianguangfeng has always been bad.
Yuan Qijing frowned slightly as he looked at the Qinglian sedan chair, obviously a little displeased.
He doesn't like conspiracy and tricks the least. He doesn't want to mess with these things. He doesn't even see who is in the blue sedan chair, so he turns and leaves.
It's just that he didn't forget to order the Chi Yan before leaving. Before the Qinglian sedan chair left, no one was allowed to approach the cave for half a step.
Tong Yan came out of the blue sedan chair carrying the box and came to the side of the well. She stretched out her hand to press the wall of the well covered with snow and frost, looked at the deep well bottom, and shook her head.
As soon as he climbed out of the deep open courtyard, he was going to enter this cold well again. He thought to himself that the word well was really offensive.
No matter how unpleasant he is, he is going to go after all. He jumped into the well with the box, and fell slowly along with the sky light.
I don't know how long it has been floating, but he has reached the bottom of the earth.
The black mountain-like corpse dog slowly opened his eyes, looking at Tong Yan, his eyes were very warm, as if sympathizing with the little child.
After living in the dark world for so long, it knows how it feels.
Seeing its eyes, Tong Yan warmed her chest, saluting respectfully, carrying the box and walking towards the depths of the sword prison.
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The passage of the Sword Prison is very quiet, like a tomb, the same as when Tong Yan came a few years ago.
Suddenly, the door of a cell made a very dull sound, and it was obvious that the prisoner inside was hitting.
Immediately afterwards, a few more prison cells appeared in similar situations, and at the same time, the prisoners could be heard screaming in anger.
Tong Yan thought that she was worthy of the blood of the royal family, and separated the box and the cell, she could actually let the people smell her own.
The more the passage went forward, the drier and brighter she was. When she came to the hall, Tong Yan subconsciously stopped, looked at the lonely cell, frowned.
He has been thinking about where the Qingshan Sect will hide Xue Ji.
Sword Prison is the best choice and the most impossible choice.
How could Xue Ji agree to be a prisoner?
Tong Yan retracted her gaze and continued to move towards the front of the passage. It didn't take long before she came to Qingmei's peaks.
The blue sky is too blue, the sun is too soft, the grass is too green, the beauty is not true, here is the hidden peak of the green mountain.
There is a green hill ahead, wild flowers blooming all over, and the seemingly messy branches faintly reveal a sense of regularity.
Tong Yan frowned again, thinking that something was about to happen.
Outside the cave mansion in that green mountain, the gems emit a clear red light, indicating that someone is meditating inside.
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Back to her cave, Tong Yan set up her formation, did not forget to reach under the table, let the gems outside the cave turn from green to red, and then opened the box.
A Piao floated out of the box, with leaf-like black hair covering his forehead, and his translucent face was pale, as if powdered, and looked like an ordinary child.
Tong Yan said: "After the ceremony is over, the real head will come to see you."
Apiao looked at the chessboard on the stone table and said: "There is a game of chess that has not been played here."
Those scattered chess pieces were dropped by Jing Jiu and Tong Yan twice a few years ago, representing the situation between Qingshan School and Zhongzhou School.
Tong Yan glanced at him and said, "Do you still want to play chess?"
Apiao said: "I have never beaten you below. I am really not interested, but this time it is not me."
Hearing these words, Tong Yan was silent for a long time and said: "He is now the head of Qingshan, how can you win?"
Apiao came to him and patted his chest with his palm.
The seemingly simple action, because it is too fast and lightning fast, it feels like you can't avoid it.
Tong Yan stayed in the underworld for several years, and her true essence was scattered a lot, and she was in a very weak state, even more unable to escape.
With a soft slap, Ah's little leaf-like hand fell on Tong Yan's chest.
Tong Yan's face became paler, and two blood streams came out of her ears.
"You should count me as a half-sir, but I'm sorry, some things must be done, so I have to wrong you."
Apiao looked at him and said seriously.
Tong Yan raised her hand, wiped the blood from her cheeks, and said, "The timing of your shot is wrong."
A Piao opened his innocent eyes and asked: "Why?"
Tong Yan said: "You should take the lead when you are outside."
A frightened expression appeared in A Piao's eyes, and he said, "That blue curtain small sedan chair is a little weird, which makes me very scared."
Tong Yan said: "This is Qingshan Hidden Peak. Even if you kill me, there is no way to get out."
"Really?"
Apiao walked to the door of the cave~IndoMTL.com~ I didn't know where to get a bamboo flute, and he reached his lips and blew a few notes.
Shimen opened without wind.
Apiao turned to look at Tong Yan, and said with a smile: "You said I would be a student of the real head, but I actually had a gentleman before that."
Tong Yan said: "That gentleman wants to be extraordinary."
Apiao said: "My teacher is Taiping and real, of course extraordinary."
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