Chapter 562

(yesterday, the chapter was revised until it was released at eight o'clock, and even after it was released, several changes were made, from the chapter name to the last few words, not to mention the specific ones. As for the end of that chapter, it should have been three words after the rain stopped, which is more in line with the story and the tonality of Jing Jiu. It is more plain and ordinary. Even if there are thousands of customs, it is only a plain embryo outline. Finally, two sentences about thunder are added, thinking that although it is more tacky and thunder, there should be a thunder at last.)

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If the rain stops, it won't rain.

The thunder that sounded at this time was a bolt from the blue.

People are struck by lightning.

A green mountain disciple was in a trance and fell from the flying sword. Fortunately, he was saved in time, so he didn't die in the stone forest.

More people were shocked and speechless, staring at the young man in white under the Lu.

Many people feel that they have been damaged by the thunder and heard wrong?

Thunder still reverberates and hovers in the sky, like a huge but invisible bird flying.

In addition, the peaks of the Castle Peak were quiet to the extreme without any sound.

Zhuo rusui's drooping eyelids have long been picked to the top, full of horror.

Guo Nanshan and others were also shocked and stood in place like stone statues.

Lei Yijing and Yao Songshan and other young disciples blushed, but their eyes were a little confused.

Whether willing or unwilling, at least at this moment, no one can accept this fact. But at the next moment, they found that many great people were so calm... Such as Zen, such as Bai Zhenren, such as martial uncle yuan Qijing, which made them extremely frightened. Is all this true?

Hasn't Jingyang shishuzu already ascended? Why did you stay in the world, and how did you become this person now?

In the face of thunderstorms falling from the sky, people's reactions are different. Some will hide everywhere with their heads covered, some will climb up the roof and shout for rain to collect their clothes, some will pull out their swords from their scabbards and point to the sky, shout out to fight, and then be split into a charred tree.

The Yuan opera was already burnt at this time, and I felt that there was smoke on my head.

Gu Qing looked down at the beads of sweat falling into eight petals on the ground. He didn't know what kind of mood he was in. Did he think of the most secret guesses before.

At the age of ten, Liu stood behind Bu qiuxiao and looked at Jing Jiu at the top of the peak. He was speechless with his mouth open. He didn't need to practice silent meditation at all - he knew that the childe was not simple, and even had extremely absurd conjectures, but he didn't dare to continue to guess in the end. Who knows that the reality is more absurd than those conjectures!

"So you are Jingyang..."

Nan forgot to look pale and murmured, "no wonder it will be so, but why didn't I think of it?"

More and more people like her gradually calm down and wake up.

In recent years, the cultivation circles of Chaotian continent have been wondering whether logging nine is the blood of immortal Jingyang. The reason is that what happened to him is too incredible.

Now they understand that this is the most real answer.

Why is Jing Jiu's cultivation talent so good? Why did immortal Liu Ci's imperial edict ask him to be the leader?

Because he is Jingyang immortal!

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A thunderstorm also fell on the chessboard mountain that day, and lightning lit up the chessboard under the pavilion.

Tong Yan, who is known for his unparalleled chess skills, finally lost to the green mountain disciple who obviously just started learning chess.

Yan Changsheng Luan Meitu, which is still treasured in the palace, represents that the green mountain disciple killed countless snow country demons in the snowy plains war.

The broken stone forest at the foot of Tianguang peak witnessed that the green mountain disciple defeated several strong men of two forgetting peaks, fought across the border and broke the blue ocean sword across Nanshan.

Different people think of different pictures, and then finally fall on the top of the mountain in the blue sky vision.

The sword that the green mountain disciple cut towards the sky and the rules of the dreamland is not breaking the sky?

What he does is fly?

"The reason why Shangde Feng testified the name of Jing Jiu was because I knew very early that he was little martial uncle."

Yuan Qijing looked at Fang Jingtian and said calmly, "you should have guessed. Why do you have to ask today?"

As soon as this sentence came out, all the dust settled.

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The well is the scene, and the upper nine is the Yang.

Well nine is Jingyang.

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Bu qiuxiao looked at the well nine under the Lu and thought about the conversation in Chaoge city that year. His mood was a little complicated. He said with emotion: "it turned out to be a real person face-to-face."

With these words, he bowed down to Jing Jiu and made a big gift. There are many people like Bu qiuxiao, such as he Gong and Zhang Yiai, who have already stood up, people from daze and Jingzong, and Chen XueShao, the leader of the hanging bell sect, sitting in a wheelchair, respectfully bowed to salute.

Xiangwanshu and other young disciples looked at Jing Jiu with admiration and awe.

The eyes of He Wei and others are full of absurd and unbelievable things.

Whether it's generation, talent or realm, immortal Jingyang is the highest one in Chaotian mainland.

Everyone thought he soared decades ago. Who ever thought he was still on earth!

In addition to the white immortal who had long guessed the truth and the Zen son and Yuan Qijing who knew the truth, only two people did not respond from the beginning to the end.

Bai Zao lowered his head slightly, and the wind swept the green silk in front of him, making the picture of the peak and the man virtual into many pictures.

A tear congealed on the eyelashes and did not fall, because the eyelashes did not vibrate.

I'm still sad about what I've known for a long time, but I can only accept it.

But it's still sad.

The spring breeze can cross Baicheng, but it has been sad for six years.

Beauty can be a hero, but sad under the Begonia tree.

Another unresponsive is Zhao Layue.

Of course, she won't feel sad, because she has been around him and has done a lot of things together. She has guessed who he is and tried to ask.

Well nine did not deny it.

So she was only slightly surprised at this time, and felt relaxed and relieved at the same time.

Keeping this secret, even with the parties, is a stressful thing for anyone.

"Do you finally want to stop hiding?"

She looked at the well nine under the Lu and thought in her heart.

But you have been hiding it for so many years, why do you admit it so frankly and so casually? Just like the queen of the snow Kingdom, who had prepared for tens of thousands of years in the snow field, finally went south with the animal tide and prepared to unify the land to heaven. As a result, a monk died as soon as she arrived in Baicheng

After all, I was stunned and puzzled.

Even if Fang Jingtian comes prepared, you can't continue to walk around the world as Jing Jiu, but you can give other explanations.

Yuan Qijing will certainly continue to cover up for you, and Zen Zi will help you speak. Why... Do you admit it like this?

Zhao Layue thought of a possibility and gave birth to some pity.

Sure enough, I'm still tired.

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Other people don't think like Zhao Layue. In their opinion, Fang Jingtian obviously has evidence in his hand. Jing Jiu is not the second son of Jing Zhai in chaogecheng, so Jing Jiu can only admit his identity. On the contrary, they don't understand another thing.

According to Yuan Qijing, Fang Jingtian had already guessed the true identity of Jing Jiu. Why did he force Jing Jiu to admit that he was Jingyang immortal today?

If he wants to say that Jing Jiu is written in immortal Liu Ci's imperial edict instead of Jingyang for the sake of the position of leader of Castle Peak... He will become a joke himself.

Immortal Jingyang wants to be the leader of green mountain. Where do you need any imperial edicts?

Looking at Castle Peak and even the whole Chaotian continent, who dares to disagree?

Fang Jingtian suddenly looked at the ground and smiled.

The ground there was no sweat falling into eight petals, and there were no tears in front of the eyelashes. Only the stone at the top of Tianguang peak witnessed tens of thousands of years of green mountain time.

The mood in his smile was a little complicated, with some self mockery, some sadness and some joy of enduring for many years.

"Are you Jingyang... Martial uncle?"

Fang Jingtian raised his head, looked at well nine and said expressionless, "hasn't martial uncle Jingyang soared?"

Well nine said, "some things haven't been done."

This is the answer he said to Zen in Guocheng temple.

Fang Jingtian naturally won't believe this answer. With the smile raised by Bai Mei, the mockery meaning becomes stronger.

"Even if he fails, he is still so calm and light. He is always like a fairy sitting on the cloud."

He looked at Jing Jiu and said, "in this respect, you are really similar to little martial uncle."

People around Tianguang peak didn't know what he was talking about.

Since Jing Jiu is immortal Jingyang, of course he is very similar to immortal Jingyang.

"Maybe if you play a role for too long, you will become more and more like that role, but you often forget who you are."

Fang Jingtian looked at Jing Jiu and said calmly, "have you forgotten that you are not martial uncle Jingyang, but a sword?"

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(broken dog! Pooh! I scold myself first. I just don't know why I'm depressed in recent days, but I've encountered the climax of this book. I really don't dare to write forward and cherish it. Write slowly. Please take your time. Please don't scold me. I need a lot of love. The more love I get, the better I write!)

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