In the deep night, monkeys' cries suddenly came from the cliffs, and then it became quiet again, as if they were startled by something.
Gu Qing and Young Yuan walked out of the cave residence and were surprised to see the figure walking up the mountain path, especially Gu Qing.
The man was wearing a blue sword robe, which looked like ink in the night, but it was very clean instead of dirty.
Why did Guo Nanshan come to Shenmo Peak in the middle of the night? Did he come to make trouble because of the injury during the day?
Gu Qing had been Guo Nanshan's sword boy for many years. Now that he met his former master in Shenmo Peak, he couldn't help but feel a bit unnatural. He cupped his hands in front of his chest and didn't say anything.
Jing Jiu sat in the bamboo chair, ignoring him and not getting up.
In terms of seniority, he was Guo Nanshan's Senior Uncle, so it was normal for him to do so.
However, Guo Nanshan was the principal disciple of the Sect Master and had a special status. No matter which peak he went to, he would be given a seat by the Peak Master. He had never been treated like this before.
But he didn't respond and sat down on a big rock by the cliff.
Young Yuan glanced at Gu Qing nervously, asking with his eyes if he should make tea for the guest.
Gu Qing stood where he was and didn't move.
When he saw Guo Nanshan a moment ago, he naturally went to the cliff to make tea.
He was used to doing this when he was in Liangwang Peak.
He knew that Guo Nanshan liked the cheap jasmine tea and liked to boil a bowl of black tea with the West Sea Iron Kettle before going to bed.
But he soon came to himself.
He was no longer a sword boy of Liangwang Peak, but a disciple of Shenmo Peak. He only needed to listen to his master.
If Jing Jiu asked him to make tea, he would do it. If Jing Jiu didn't say anything, he wouldn't. It was that simple.
Without looking at Gu Qing, Guo Nanshan picked up the teapot on the table, poured a cup of cold water, and drank it. He said, "My lungs are injured, so I get thirsty easily."
His injury was caused by Jing Jiu, but his voice was very calm. He was just explaining.
"This matter has nothing to do with you. It was my own mistake."
Looking at Jing Jiu, Guo Nanshan said, "A few days ago, I broke into the Free Travel State, so I was too proud. Today, I tried to use the sword beyond my ability, so I learned this lesson."
Jing Jiu glanced at him.
Guo Nanshan continued, "Three years ago, I told you that you might have some misunderstanding about Liangwang Peak. Now it seems that the misunderstanding is deep."
Jing Jiu asked, "You want to clear up the misunderstanding?"
Guo Nanshan shook his head and said, "What you see may not be the truth, let alone words. You said that our paths are different, so don't force it."
Jing Jiu said, "Then why did you come to Shenmo Peak?"
Guo Nanshan said, "I'm here to tell you that if something like this happens again in the future, I hope you won't go too far like you did today."
Jing Jiu said nothing.
Guo Nanshan continued, "This is a request, not a show of weakness. Young Brother Gu Han already knows your style of sword fighting, so he won't be defeated by you again."
He didn't mention himself. Since Jing Jiu couldn't even defeat Gu Han, not to mention him.
Jing Jiu said to him, "If you just want to talk about these strange things, don't come here again."
This meant that he wanted to see the guest out.
In other words, he wanted the guest to leave.
Gu Qing stepped forward and raised his right hand, indicating that he should leave.
Guo Nanshan took a deep look at him without saying anything.
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Visiting Shenmo Peak at night was to visit the Senior Master, and his sword was broken, so Guo Nanshan chose to walk.
Leaving the peak top and coming to the cliff, he couldn't help but shake his head when he saw the wooden hut occupied by the apes.
Looking back, the lonely peak was like a sword under the sky full of stars.
Among the nine peaks of Aoyama, this peak was the loneliest, so it was the most desolate.
He came here tonight for a reason.
His divine sword was broken, and he was badly injured. He came in the middle of the night, but he didn't blame him, only gave suggestions.
He felt that he had shown enough kindness and grace.
But he didn't expect Jing Jiu to be so indifferent.
Then he thought of Gu Qing, the sword boy who had served him for many years, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
Did this lonely peak have some magic power that made everyone who came here become like the Senior Granduncle?
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"If you fight with Gu Han again, do you think you have a chance?"
Zhao Layue walked out of the cave residence and asked Jing Jiu.
She heard what Guo Nanshan said.
Jing Jiu said, "I told you that my talent in sword fighting is the best in Aoyama."
Zhao Layue asked, "Even if he adapts to your style of sword fighting?"
Jing Jiu said, "You have to remember one thing."
Zhao Layue listened carefully.
Gu Qing and Young Yuan had a focused look on their faces.
Jing Jiu said, "Everything is a sword. How can there be only one style?"
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Three hundred miles from the Tianguang Peak to the South Pine Pavilion.
Three hundred miles from the South Pine Pavilion to the small village.
It would only take two hours to ride the sword. Even if the Sword Source was not strong enough and he needed to rest and meditate from time to time, it would only take half a day at most.
It would take eight or nine days to walk.
It would take a whole month for a person whose cultivation had just been destroyed and his sword pill destroyed.
Back in the small village, Liu Shisui seemed to have regained some kind of strength as he looked at the bamboo forest and the pond that he hadn't seen for three years. His weak steps became steady.
He walked to the front of the small courtyard and looked at the half-closed wooden door. After a long hesitation, he called out, "Father, I'm back."
At night.
Liu Shisui was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
Through the thin mud wall, he could hear the voices in the next room clearly. The disappointed and angry curses had been replaced by long sighs and groans.
If Liu Shisui's mother hadn't stopped him in time and he was indeed weak, Liu Shisui's father would have broken the stick in his hand.
After a moment of silence, Liu Shisui's mother cried again.
Looking at the ceiling, Liu Shisui felt pain in his heart.
His sword pill was destroyed and his meridians were broken. He was still in pain even after a whole month.
The only thing that comforted him was that his parents were in good health, just like the last time he came back. Their hair was black without any white hair, and there were no wrinkles on their faces.
The next day, many villagers heard the news and came to the Liu Family.
The old Village Head inquired about the situation and smoked the tobacco pipe for a long time, but he couldn't say anything to comfort Liu Shisui. All he did was pat Liu Shisui's shoulder.
On the third day, Liu Shisui felt he had rested enough, so he walked out of the house.
It was spring plowing, and the farm work was heavy. He wanted to help.
There was a distance from his house to his family's fields.
He saw many villagers on the road. There were uncles and brothers he was familiar with, and there were also some children he didn't know.
Those children should have been born in the seven years he had been in Aoyama.
Whether it was the villagers he knew or the children he didn't know, they would turn away when they saw him.
When he walked past, people's gazes would fall on him again, or more accurately, on his back.
The emotions in those gazes were complicated. There was mockery, disdain, and fear.
Liu Shisui could feel all this, but he didn't turn back.
When he came to his family's fields, he found that they were already watered. The water was quiet, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds.
Liu Shisui's father was dividing the seedlings. Liu Shisui's mother had just fetched two pots of spring water and was preparing to go home to cook. Seeing him come, she didn't say anything.
Taking the seedlings from his father's hands, Liu Shisui stepped into the paddy field.
His feet sank into the mud, and he couldn't stand firm. Adding to his weakness, he fell on his butt.
Laughter came from the paddy field nearby, but for some reason, it quickly disappeared. Then came the sound of beating, cursing, and crying.
The blue sky and white clouds reflected on the water scattered into pieces.
Liu Shisui sat in the paddy field for a while before he remembered that he was already a cripple.
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