Chapter five hundred and sixty fifth: The wind rises
Jingyun looked at Qin Xuanji with a face filled with astonishment. A moment later, the book that never left his hand fell hard on the table.
"You bastard, you have the nerve to mention the time when you ate the most, but it was me who took the blame in the end?"
Before the scroll could fall, Qin Xuanji had already picked up two cups of tea as expected, and after he had finished throwing the teacups, he handed them to him at the right moment.
"On weekdays, in front of your disciples, you look like a gentleman who has read poetry and books. Isn't it really worth it to be so angry and corrupt now?
Besides, it’s been so many years, why do you still mention those old things? Come, come, let’s calm down and drink tea!”
Jingyun stared at his rogue appearance for a long time, and finally took the teacup that was about to be forced into his hand.
Ding, Qin Xuanji couldn't wait to clink glasses with him, raised his head and drank the cold tea, his posture was more like drinking.
Jingyun was holding the tea cup and originally glared at him, but as he watched, he smiled unconsciously. Qin Xuanji's behavior was exactly the same a hundred years ago.
Qin Xuanji was stunned for a moment when he saw him laughing for no reason, but he immediately understood and chuckled.
After so many years, Junior Brother still has to hold back in his own hands, haha, how good it is!
The two of them seemed to have gone back many, many years ago. At that time, they were just juniors in the sect. They didn't have to think about anything, didn't have to worry about anything, they had nothing to do, and they were very happy.
But I don’t know when they started to learn to be silent, they started to be in a daze for no reason, and they started to be a little breathless...
Only later did they discover that the burden had unknowingly been placed on their shoulders, and that new generations of newcomers began to repeat their nonsense stories in Lingyun Mountain.
"Senior brother, how many people do you think we can get this time?"
Jingyun laughed and panted a little, but suddenly said something softly.
Qin Xuanji no longer pretended to be dumbfounded this time. The smile on his handsome and weathered face gradually stiffened, and finally there was a trace of pain and unwillingness.
"If it's possible, senior brother would like to think that they can come back one after another, but now that the world is coming, what can we do?
Not to mention that there is nothing we can do, but what can the Sanxian Ancestor who escorts us back every time do?"
There was still a trace of a smile on Jingyun's face, but at this moment it was uglier than crying.
"The solar term crane appears. Xu Luo and the others still have three days at most. The junior brother has been guarding the Qingyu Cave for nearly a hundred years. He is reincarnated every ten years, but he doesn't quite remember which batch this is?
On the contrary, I remember every heroic disciple with fresh memories, but it is a pity that I only see them and never come back!
Junior brother has looked through ancient books and classics, and almost all of them say that our human race is the primate of all things and controls the wisdom of the universe, but why is this so?"
Qin Xuanji seemed to have completely removed all the restraints of his mask at this moment, staring blankly at the calm Bitan with his eyes like a fool, and murmured subconsciously.
"This world shouldn't be like this. Monsters, monsters, monsters and other miscellaneous things should hide in the deepest darkness, and people should walk in the sunshine in a mighty way.
This world should be dominated by my human race, for thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, forever!"
These words should be the dream of all the people in the Fairyland. Jingyun seemed to be in a state of infatuation and did not speak for a long time.
After Qin Xuanji finished speaking, he watched Bitan fall silent. The bamboo house suddenly became extremely quiet, leaving only the faint roar of the waterfall not far away.
"Ancestor Qingren is still following us this time? Hey, he is the one who is here, so what can we do?"
Jingyun suddenly let out a long sigh, Qin Xuanji's eyes flashed, and his face suddenly became serious.
"Senior Brother, I know that you feel sorry for the disciples you sent out with your own hands over the years, but this cannot be blamed on the ancestors.
We are only one step away from the Five Decline of Heaven and Man, and we can be said to be a high-ranking official in the Beggar League. Don't you still know what kind of treatment people like the Sanxian Patriarch will receive every time they go out?
Especially those of us from the Begging Union, when Patriarch Qingren came out of the Kukai Kai in the past few years, we were almost beaten every time."
At this point, his tone became a little cold.
"At this age, he deserves to live in peace, but why do he still take all kinds of dangers? Don't you really understand?"
Jingyun was always a strict and loyal person, and now he knew that his complaint just now was completely unreasonable, and his old face suddenly looked a little ashamed.
Qin Xuanji has known him for more than a hundred years, but he still doesn't know his nature?
He didn't want Jingyun to be too embarrassed, so he shook his head and quietly changed the subject.
"Every time we see off these disciples going to Shenmu Continent, it is always the first time that the five peaks of the sect gather together. Why haven't the two senior brothers Jinghai and Jinghui come yet this time?"
Upon hearing this, Jingyun's expression, which had just regained some composure, became a little strange. He hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"I heard that Junior Brother Jinghui has made a big fuss in person!"
"Hey, what's going on? Junior Brother Jinghui has such a good temper that he dares to challenge Senior Brother Jinghai!"
Qin Xuanji was really curious at this moment, and Jingyun was hesitant when he spoke for some unknown reason.
"It seems that someone from Lone Star Peak sued a disciple named Zhihe directly to Siguo Peak, saying that he secretly stole the sect's spiritual objects and used them to upgrade companion creatures..."
"Zhihe! That little guy whose companion is a dragon rat?"
Qin Xuanji's mind subconsciously pictured a thin figure with a deer head and rat eyes, and a scene of a large group of fat dragons and rats following behind him wherever he went. He couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.
"The dragon rat that the little guy raised is interesting. If he can advance to a high level in the future, it will be of great use. What did he do and was sued by others?"
"It seems that I stole some jade heart grass from the Lone Star Peak Medicine Valley!"
"I see. It seems that his dragon rats are about to advance and need these jade heart grasses to catalyze their reproduction, but this jade heart grass doesn't seem to be a magic medicine, right?"
Although Qin Xuanji doesn't care about these trivial matters, he still knows about the weeds that grow under the fragrant jade fruit trees, such as jade heart grass.
"Haha, even if it is a weed, it is still a weed growing in the sect's medicine garden. How can we let the disciples pick it privately?"
Jingyun was not much surprised, but rather agreed with this kind of thing. Qin Xuanji frowned tightly and subconsciously yelled.
"Nonsense! How can we delay on such a trivial matter? We are here to discuss the farewell of the disciples of Shenmuzhou..."
As soon as he said this, a look of doubt appeared on his face again.
"That's not right! Junior Brother Jinghui is a temperamental person, and the disciples of Lone Star Peak may be affected by their own impulses. Senior Brother Jinghai has always regarded the sect as his top priority, how could he be so indifferent?"
He suddenly looked at Jingyun, who was obviously uncomfortable next to him, and reacted instantly.
"Okay! Jingyun, you have made great progress in these years, and you even learned to play tricks on your senior brother, and why don't you tell the truth?"
Seeing how quickly he reacted, Jingyun knew he couldn't hide it, so he could only laugh out loud.
"The problem is that even when he reached Siguo Peak, Zhihe refused to admit that he had picked jade heart grass from the medicine valley.
Originally, Senior Brother Jinghai planned to be under three trees, so why not?
But I don't know why Junior Brother Jinghui tried his best to support the peace and firmly disagreed with Senior Brother Jinghai's torture.
Senior brother also knows that Jinghai has an old-fashioned temperament, and when it comes to the sect's discipline, he will not recognize me even if I'm here. Otherwise, if you think about it carefully, how could you be secretly called Discipline Peak by the disciples?"
Jingyun helplessly spread his hands.
"Two old guys who are hundreds of years old in total are just on top of each other!"
While he was talking, his eyes couldn't help but look towards the towering cliff on the side of Bitan.
Qin Xuanji looked along his line of sight, and his expression suddenly changed as he thought of something.
"Si Guo Ya! What are they doing in Si Guo Ya?"
The so-called Siguo Cliff is actually the back side of the cliff in front of us.
The only difference from the sunny side here is that there is little sunshine all year round on that side, and there is a lot of miasma. The cliffs are extremely steep and extend directly to the narrow valley at the foot of the mountain, which is simply unattainable.
Coupled with those highly poisonous miasma and countless poisonous insects, almost all the disciples' expressions changed after hearing it!
But I don’t know since when, Si Guofeng has an invisible rule. If anyone thinks that Si Guofeng is unfair, he can call himself a cultivator and climb to the top of the cliff to complain to the ancestor of the sect personally.
It's just that since this rule was spread, few disciples can follow it.
It's not that it's difficult to climb to the top of the cliff, but that the miasma and poisonous insects are too difficult to deal with.
Most of the disciples of the highest generation are only in the Ningsha Realm. Entering it is a narrow escape, and they are usually not forced to a dead end. Who in the brain would fight in this place?
Seeing Jingyun's expression changing but not refuting, Qin Xuanji stood up in a hurry.
"I'm afraid these two bastards are old fools. Zhihe's dragon and rat companion is almost useless except for some magic in the field of alert and detection. Isn't this forcing Zhihe to die?"
"Senior brother, it was Zhihe who requested it..."
boom!
Qin Xuanji no longer had the gentle look on his face, he slapped the table in front of him hard, and his voice sounded like ice slag.
"You are also stupid? Don't you understand the meaning behind this? What can an ordinary disciple with no background do when he faces Si Guofeng?
Even if he has the support of Junior Brother Jinghui, can he prevent Senior Brother Jinghai from exercising his powers and responsibilities?"
Jingyun's lips twitched but he still didn't refute. How could he not know the trick here?
But as Qin Xuanji said, what can he do, or does he want to be an ordinary disciple and confront Jinghai, who has always been selfless?
Qin Xuanji had a deep heart, but he regained his composure in just a moment. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.
"So now they are both thinking about waiting at the top of the cliff?"
Jingyun subconsciously smiled bitterly, already understanding what the sect leader wanted to do. He knew Qin Xuanji's temperament well and did not even try to persuade him.
Qin Xuanji moved slightly and was about to fly to the top of the cliff, but immediately he noticed something and looked towards Bitan with surprise.
Jingyun also frowned slightly and looked away.
The next moment, the pond water began to roll as if it had been boiled instantly. After a dull roar, a figure jumped out of the pond water.
"Disciple Zhishan has met the sect leader, Master Jingyun!"
As soon as the figure settled on the bamboo tower, he immediately saluted the two of them. Qin Xuanji and the two subconsciously smiled from the bottom of their hearts:
Xiao Luo, did you also hear the cry of the solar terms crane?"
The person who came was none other than Xu Luo, who had emerged from Qingyu Cave. At this moment, no matter how anxious Qin Xuanji was, he could only temporarily suppress the anger in his heart and speak softly.
When people like Xu Luo saw the forced smiles on the faces of the two big guys, they immediately understood what must have happened, but he pretended not to know and kept his tone calm and calm.
"Exactly, the appearance of the solar term crane means that the summer solstice is coming soon. It is useless for the disciples to stay in Qingyu Cave these days, so I want to come and listen to the teachings of the masters and uncles."
After hearing what others said, even Jingyun could only secretly praise it, and Qin Xuanji's smile naturally grew even bigger.
Xu Luo, the future chief, is a treasure in today's Lingyunfeng. Not only does he receive the best treatment, but anyone who sees him must put on a smile.
"Well, since you have come out, let's go and see it with me!"
Qin Xuanji knew that the boy in front of him looked harmless, but in fact he was as cunning as a fox. He knew that he could not hide it at all, so he decided to take him to the top of the cliff together.
Only then did Xu Luo show a doubtful look. The real person next to him, Jingyun, couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, and explained a few words about the cause of the matter.
Zhihe, isn't he the ruthless man who grows vegetables at Lone Star Peak?
Why does this thing always sound familiar?
Xu Luo's heart skipped a beat. He seemed to have done something good at first. Could it be those jade heart grasses that had harmed him?
But time has passed so long, even if the disciple named Zhiyu wants to cause trouble, there is no need to wait until now?
Thinking of Master Jinghui who smiled meaningfully in front of him last time, Xu Luo subconsciously wanted to refuse first.
Anyway, looking at Qin Xuanji's behavior, it was clear that he wanted to maintain peace, so it didn't seem to matter much whether he went or not.
But before he could refuse, Qin Xuanji had already lifted him up.
Xu Luo opened his mouth and drank a lot of cold wind. The scenery in front of him dropped rapidly in front of his eyes, and the harsh whistling of cold wind could even be heard in the air around him.
Not long after, a frost-covered slope appeared in front of them. At this moment, two figures heard the movement and looked upward.
With a bang, Qin Xuanji hit Xu Luo heavily on the ice, causing fine ice shards to splash everywhere like a powerful crossbow.
Xu Luo felt something bad in his heart. No matter how you looked at Qin Xuanji's posture, he seemed to be a bit unpretentious, but on his face he was calm and calm, and he saluted respectfully towards the two figures.
"Zhi Shan has seen Jing Hai, Jing Hui, two real people!"
Jinghai still had a straight face and just nodded slightly towards him, but Jinghui, a good old man who usually smiled before saying anything, also had no expression on his face and just responded lightly.
"It turns out that Xiao Luo has already left seclusion... The sect leader came just in time to see how our Si Guofeng acted without any reason?"
The second half of his sentence was addressed to Qin Xuanji. Before Qin Xuanji could speak, Master Jinghai had subconsciously snorted coldly, but he did not refute.
Qin Xuanji couldn't help but feel a little headache when he saw this scene. It was obvious that the two of them had completely broken up before he came, and it was really annoying to meet at the juncture of such a big event in Shenmuzhou.
Further down from where a few people were standing, the slope quickly became straight and steep, and traces of miasma of different colors floated in the air, covering the bottom of the bottom of the cliff hazy.
From time to time, there would be a faint roar, coming from the layers of clouds and mist below, which was heart-stirring.
Xu Luo ignored the three old foxes who were staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes, and carefully walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down.
The mountain breeze came, and a faint floral fragrance rushed straight into the nose. I wonder if it was an illusion, but Xu Luo felt as if the scenery in front of him was in a trance.
The colorful miasma floated in the air, instantly transforming into the charming faces of Gu Xixi and the two of them, both happy and angry.