Ada felt a strong sense of vigilance. If it weren't for the profound realm, he would have almost exploded into a dandelion.

It looked up at Nan Wang with an innocent look on his face, saying that Jing Jiu might not know it himself.

"He seems to have been to Shuiyue Temple."

Nan Wang looked at the opposite Shenmofeng and said to himself.

A Da cummed and thought to himself that I was not by his side at that time.

Nan Wang raised his eyebrows slightly and scolded: "You have been with him for so many years, but you don't know anything? Keep a close eye on me when you go back!"

After saying this, she threw it directly into the sky.

Among the nine peaks of the Qingshan Mountain, Shiyue Peak is closest to Xilai Peak, and there is only a stone beam away.

Shenmo Peak is the loneliest, even the nearest Qingrong Peak is several miles away.

Only a powerful man like Nan Wang, who broke the sea, can throw a cat so far.

Ada turned into a white shadow, penetrated through the sea of ​​clouds and the night sky, drew an arc, and landed on the top of the Shenmao Peak.

With a bang, stone chips flew everywhere.

Gu Qing, Yuan Qu, Ping Yongjia, and the chilly cicadas who were absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth were all shocked and got up to take a look.

A pit appeared on the cliff.

Ada crawled out of the pit, shook his head and shook off the stone chips, and spat several times like spitting out cat hair. He looked back at Qingrong Peak, his eyes full of annoyance.

Fortunately, the prohibition of Shenmao Peak was not opened, otherwise it would have lost all its hair today and it would have hurt for a few days.

No matter how rural the name is, no matter how harmless it is, it seems that it has no status in Shenmao Peak. After all, it is the guardian of Baigui of Qingshan and the ancestor of the young disciples. Naturally, Gu Qing and the other two are inconvenient to see it in such a mess, so they quickly dispersed and returned to the Taoist Hall.

Jing Jiu walked behind it and asked, "How are you?"

Ada looked back and looked at him hatefully, thinking that he was so bad, didn’t you see me like this?

Jing Jiu was a little surprised and thought to himself that it would be fine if his eyes were resentful, but why did he feel hatred?

Ada meowed angrily.

"If you want to play Bai Rujing, you don't say hello in advance, just pinch it down. It doesn't hurt? And! In the end, if it wasn't for me to shock his mind with pressure, would you beat him? If you want to beat him, why do you keep holding me? Just to pretend? I'm gonna!"

Jing Jiu thought that he had just broken through the sea, and at the critical moment before, of course, it was safer to hold you.

Ada's anger was still not gone: "You pretend to behave, but after pretending, you don't care about my life or death? He actually let the drunkard carry me over!"

Jing Jiu said, "She can't beat you."

"Is this a question of whether to beat her? If I really scratch her face, what would Yuan Qixie behave? What would you behave?"

Ada became even more angry and roared wildly in his spiritual sense: "I don't know you men yet!"

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...

When it comes to Yuanqi Whale, Yuanqi Whale has really arrived.

This time, it was not the Three-Foot Sword, but himself.

Ada glanced at him hatefully, but he didn't dare to do anything. He picked up the Han Cicada who had been pretending to be dead, turned around and walked into the cave to find the twelfth lunar month.

Yuan Qiye looked indifferent, but his mood was a little strange, and he asked, "What's wrong with A Da?"

Jing Jiu was not convenient to talk about Nan Wang's affairs, so he asked, "You can't wait for a night?"

Yuan Qijing said expressionlessly: "If you don't explain it clearly, you always feel uneasy."

This is naturally about Liu Ci's will.

When Bai Rujing forced Yuan to ride a whale to read the will, he could see clearly that he had guessed the content of the will and did not want to execute it.

Jing Jiu walked to the edge of the cliff and sat down, subconsciously swinging his legs, and found that the soles of his feet were farther away from the sea of ​​clouds than usual.

Yuan Qijing walked behind him and glanced, saying, "Your legs are not as long as him."

Jing Jiu said: "The clouds are too low tonight."

Yuan Qijing said: "Do you really want to be the head?"

Jing Jiu said: "You just don't want me to be the head?"

The starlight fell on Yuan Qi Whale's face, and his face looked like snow.

He was not injured, he was angry.

Three hundred years ago, I wanted you to be the head, but who didn’t do it at that time and even let Liu Ci be the one?

"Are you the head of the sect?"

Yuan Qijing said in a cold voice: "Liu Ci is really nonsense!"

Whether it is cultivation talent, wisdom, deduction and calculation ability, or conspiracy level, Jing Jiu is excellent, and can even be said to be perfect, and he is the perfect candidate for the leader of Qingshan.

The problem is that Yuan Qijing knew he was sick.

Lazy.

Liu Ci also knew this very well, why did he write down Jing Jiu's name in the will.

In Yuan Qijing's opinion, the reason is very simple, just to guard against yourself.

Whether it is Fang Jingtian or Guangyuan Zhenren, there is no need to pay attention to the opinions of the Tianguang Peak lineage. If Yuan Qijing really wants to be the head of Qingshan, who can suppress him?

Even the Taiping Zhenren returned to the mountain without any use. Looking at Chaotian Continent, there is only one person who can make Yuan Qijing take the initiative to give in.

Liu Ci looks gentle and low-key, and is truly an unparalleled wise person. She uses one method to solve all the problems that may arise from Qingshan inheritance.

Jing Jiu looked at the end of the sea of ​​clouds and said, "Do you think I want to?"

Yuan Qijing said: "If you don't want to, don't do it. Haven't you been like this for hundreds of years?"

Jing Jiu still looked into the distance, his eyes were a little complicated, and he said, "You don't know what I've talked with him in the past few years."

Yuan Qijing thought you would even chat with people?

"He always asks me the most often, do you come to be the head? Do you come to be the head? Or do you come? Or do you come?"

Jing Jiu was silent for a while and said, "If I come, I will do it."

The wind passes the green mountains.

Come on as you say it.

The peak was quiet for a long time.

Yuan Qijing said with a mute expression: "The provocation method is useless to you, and you are still for the Chengtian Sword after all."

Although it is a sword sheath, the Qingshan people are used to calling it Chengtian Sword.

Jing Jiu thought no matter what you say, the head of the sect can do it, and the scabbard will not be taken out anyway.

Yuan Qiye stepped up in the air and was about to leave, saying, "Since you do it, do it well."

Jing Jiu waved his hand and signaled him to leave quickly.

Yuan Qijing was not in a hurry to leave and asked, "When will the ceremony be held?"

A major event like successor to the leader of Qingshan will naturally be done in great detail, and it will inevitably be the greatest ceremony in the world of cultivation.

Jing Jiu said, "I am not a disciple of Shi Yuefeng."

The careful response from the monkeys came from the cliff.

"Isn't you going to show me a monkey?"

Yuan Qijing forced himself to suppress his anger and said, "Yunmeng Mountain is banned today. Do you know what this means? At this time, Qingshan cannot be low-key."

Jing Jiu thought for a while and said, "Then you arrange it."

Yuan Qijing said: "I have to arrange everything, so what do you, the head, need to do?"

Jing Jiu still didn't say anything, no matter how you took the Chengtian Sword.

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The morning light first appeared and the morning sun had not risen, and the three disciples of Shenmao Peak had already woken up.

They stood by the cliff and looked at the sea of ​​clouds in front of them, and naturally developed a magnificent feeling, but they felt a little nervous.

The sun gradually rose from the peaks, the sea of ​​clouds blew up, and the peaks gradually became brighter, but no one came.

The Shenmao Peak is as quiet as in the past decades and hundreds of years, even a little lonely.

Yuan Qu and Ping Yongjia looked at each other and smiled embarrassedly, thinking that they were really thinking too much. The Taoist practitioner is quiet and inactive, and the head of the sect is not an emperor. How could there be such a scene like going to court?

Gu Qing was a little surprised and didn't think much about it. He shook his head, took out the iron kettle and started preparing to cook tea.

Being the disciple of the head sect seemed to be no different from before. When he was relaxed, he couldn't help feeling a little sad. At this moment, the monkeys under the cliff suddenly started to scream. Gu Qing listened quietly for a moment and said, "Someone at the foot of the mountain asked to see the head sect."

Yuanqu looked down at the mountain, his vision was blocked by the sea of ​​clouds, and he could not hear the sound there, but for some reason, he always felt that there was a heat there, and he seemed to hear the buzzing beep.
To be continued...