(The chapter yesterday was revised until eight o'clock, and even after it was released, I even rush to change a few places. From the chapter title to the last few sentences, I won't say the specific ones. As for the end of that chapter, the rain stopped three words, which was more in line with the tone of this story and Jing Jiu. It was a little plain and ordinary. Even if there were thousands of styles, it was just a plain embroidery outline. Finally, I added two sentences about thunder, thinking that although it was a little more vulgar and a little lightning, there should be a thunder here.)

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If the rain stops, it will not be a rainy day.

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

People are struck by lightning.

A Qingshan disciple was in a daze and fell from the flying sword. Fortunately, he was rescued in time and did not die in the stone forest.

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

Many people also think that their ears were damaged by the thunder and they heard it wrong?

The thunder was still echoing in the sky, hovering like a huge but invisible bird flying constantly.

Apart from this, there was no sound in the green mountains and peaks, and it was extremely quiet.

Zhuo Rusui's usual drooping eyelids had already been picked to the highest point, and it was full of thrillingness.

Passing Nanshan and others were also shocked and stood there like a stone statue.

Lei Yixing and young disciples such as Yao Songshan turned red, but their eyes were a little confused.

Whether they are willing or not, at least at this moment, no one can accept this fact. But the next moment, they found that many big men were so calm... For example, Zenzi, Bai Zhenren, and Yuan Qijie Master, this made them feel extremely shocked. Could it be that all this is true?

Didn’t Master Jingyang’s uncle ascend? Why are he still staying in the world and how did he become the current person?

Faced with the thunderstorm falling from the sky, people reacted differently. Some would cover their heads and hide everywhere, some would climb up the roof and shout to collect their clothes when it rains, and some would pull out the sword from the sheath and point it to the sky, shout to fight, and then be chopped into a scorched tree.

Yuanqu was already burnt at this time and felt that blue smoke was emitting from his head.

Gu Qing looked down at the beads of sweat that had fallen into eight petals on the ground. He didn't know what kind of mood he felt, and did he remember the most secret speculations before.

Liu Shishui stood behind Bu Qiuxiao, looking at Jing Jiu at the top of the peak, opening his mouth and unable to speak at all. He didn't need to cultivate his mouth at all. He knew that the young master was not simple, and even had extremely absurd guesses, but in the end he didn't dare to continue guessing back then. Who knew that reality was even more absurd than those guesses!

"So you are Jingyang..."

Nan Wang looked pale and murmured: "No wonder this is the case, but why didn't I expect it?"

More and more people are gradually calming down like her and awakening.

In recent years, the practice community in Chaotian Continent has been speculating whether Jing Jiu is the blood of Jing Yang. 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 talent for cultivation so good? Why does Liu Ci Zhenren's will require him to be the head?

Because he is Jingyang’s real person!

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There was also a thunderstorm on Qipan Mountain that day, and lightning illuminated the chessboard under the pavilion.

The childish face, who was known as the unparalleled chess, was eventually defeated by the Qingshan disciple who was obviously just beginning to learn chess.

The Yin Xue Ran Meitu, which is still treasured in the palace, represents that the Qingshan disciple killed countless snow country monsters overnight in the Snow Field War.

The broken stone forest at the foot of Tianguang Peak witnessed the Qingshan disciple defeating several powerful men from the two Wangfeng Peaks in succession, and even crossed the border and broke the Blue Sea Sword that crossed the Nanshan Mountain.

Different people think of different pictures, and then finally land on the top of Buzhou Mountain in the illusion of Qingtianjian.

Isn’t the sword that Qingshan disciple slashed towards the sky and the rules of the illusion?

Isn’t what he does so ascends?

"The reason why Shangdefeng proved the name Jing Jiu was because I knew it very early that he was the junior uncle."

Yuan Qijing looked at Fang Jingtian and said calmly: "You should have guessed it long ago, why bother to ask today?"

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

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The well is the scenery, and the upper nine is the sun.

Jing Jiu is Jingyang.

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Bu Qiuxiao looked at Jing Jiu under the hut, thinking about the conversation in Chaoge City that year, his emotions were a little complicated, and he said with emotion: "It turned out to be a real person in front of him."

After saying this, he bowed to Jing Jiu from the air and gave a big gift. There are many people like Bu Qiuxiao, such as Duke Heguo and Zhang Yiai who had already stood up, such as Daze and Jingzong people, and Chen Xueshao, the leader of the Changling Sect, was sitting in a wheelchair and bowed respectfully.

Xiang Wanshu and other younger generation disciples looked at Jing Jiu with admiration and awe.

He Wei and others' eyes were full of absurd and unbelievable things.

Whether it is seniority, talent or realm, Jingyang Zhenren is the highest person in Chaotian Continent.

Everyone thought he ascended decades ago, but who would have thought he was still in the world!

Except for Bai Zhenren who had guessed the truth long ago and Zenzi who knew the truth, Yuan Qijing, there were only two people who did not react from beginning to end.

Bai Zao lowered his head slightly, and the wind blew past his eyes with his hair, turning the picture on the top of the peak into many pictures with the person.

A teardrop was clumping on the eyelashes and did not fall because the eyelashes did not tremble.

I still feel sad and sad when I knew something for a long time, but I can only accept it.

But it's still very sad.

The spring breeze can pass through Baicheng, but it is sad for six years of snowfields.

A beauty can live a hero, but she is sad under the crabapple tree.

Another person who did not respond was Zhao twelfth lunar month.

Of course she wouldn't feel sad because she had been by his side, doing a lot of things together, had already guessed who he was, and had tried to ask.

Jing Jiu did not deny it.

So she was just a little surprised at this time, and at the same time she felt relaxed and relieved.

Keeping this secret, even with the parties involved, is a huge pressure on anyone.

"Don't you finally want to hide it anymore?"

She looked at Jing Jiu under the hut and thought to herself.

But you have been hiding it for so many years, why do you admit it so frankly and so casually today? Just like the Queen of the Snow Country has been preparing for tens of thousands of years in the snow field, and finally led the beast tide south to unify the Chaotian Continent. As a result, she was beaten to death by a monk as soon as she arrived in Baicheng...

After all, I was a little surprised and a little confused.

Even if Fang Jingtian is prepared, it will prevent you from continuing to travel around the world with Jing Jiu's identity, but you can give other explanations.

Yuan Qijing will definitely continue to cover up for you, and Zenzi will also help you speak. Why...you admit it like this?

Zhao Layue thought of a possibility and felt pity.

Sure enough, I was still tired.

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Others would not think like Zhao Layue. In their opinion, Fang Jingtian obviously had evidence in his hand. Jing Jiu was not the second son of Jingzhai, so Jing Jiu could only admit his identity. On the contrary, what they did not understand was another thing.

According to Yuan Qijing, Fang Jingtian had long guessed Jing Jiu’s true identity, so why did he force Jing Jiu to admit that he was Jing Yang’s real person today?

If he wanted to say that the will of Liu Ci Zhenren was written in Jing Jiu instead of Jing Yang... Then he would become a joke himself.

If Jingyang Zhenren wants to be the head of Qingshan, how can he need any will?

Looking at Qingshan and even the entire Chaotian Continent, who dares not accept it?

Fang Jingtian suddenly looked at the ground and laughed.

The ground that place did not fall into eight-petal sweat beads, nor did it in front of the eyelashes. Only the stones that witnessed the tens of thousands of years of green mountains at the top of the sky.

His smile had a bit complicated emotions, with a little self-deprecating, a little sadness, and a pleasure of enduring for many years.

"Are you Jingyang...Master Uncle?"

Fang Jingtian raised his head, looked at Jing Jiu with expressionless expression and said, "Didn't Uncle Jingyang have ascended?"

Jing Jiu said: "Some things have not been finished."

This is the answer he said to Zenzi in Guocheng Temple.

Fang Jingtian naturally would not believe this answer, and the mockery meaning became stronger with the smile raised by the white eyebrows.

"Even if it fails, it is still so calm and gentle, always like an immortal sitting on the clouds."

He looked at Jing Jiu and said, "From this perspective, you are indeed a bit like the junior uncle."

The people around Tianguang Peak didn't know what he was talking about.

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

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

Fang Jingtian looked at Jing Jiu and said calmly: "Did you forget that you are not Uncle Jingyang, but a sword?"

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(Damn the out of context! Bah! I scolded myself for being respectful first. But in the past few days, I didn’t know why my spirit was inexplicably depressed, but I encountered a climax of this book. I really didn’t dare to write it forward. I would cherish it and write it slowly. Let’s read it slowly, please don’t scold me. I am a person who needs a lot of love. The more love I get, the better I write it!)
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