The first few sentences were incoherent, as if they were hiding hidden meanings. In fact, they were just tit for tat.
The young man in the brocade robe didn't introduce himself when he asked Zhao Layue if she was a fellow cultivator of Aoyama Sect. His expression was cold and impolite.
Zhao Layue glanced at Jing Jiu, wanting to know how Jing Jiu was going to deal with it.
Through the conversation between the young man in embroidered clothing and the Royal Concubine Hu, the woman of the Platanus Sect had vaguely guessed his identity. She was shocked speechless, and even the young girl Sensei felt uneasy.
The identity of the young man in embroidered robes was indeed respectable. It was understandable that he treated Aoyama Sect coldly.
The current Emperor trusted the Guocheng Temple the most, while the imperial family was still closest to Zhongzhou School.
As the Aoyama Sect that was as famous as Zhongzhou School and had been competing for the position of the leader of the righteous path for more than a thousand years, it was naturally impossible for them to gain the favor of the royal family. Especially with the identity of a young man in embroidered clothes, if he wanted to obtain the full support of Zhongzhou School, he had to express a clear attitude at all times and on all occasions.
These were all understandable things.
Jing Jiu knew this very well, but he would not try to understand it because he did not care about the other party's identity at all.
His attitude was even clearer than that of the young man in embroidered robes.
He spoke directly to the young girl and asked for her name, as if the young man in embroidered robes did not exist.
This was disregard.
The young man in embroidered clothes narrowed his eyes and didn't say anything else.
What he feared most was a sudden silence.
Especially Sensei, she had always been a lively little girl.
More importantly, she thought that Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue didn't know the identity of the young man in embroidered clothes, so she was worried that something would go wrong.
She quickly took out two small bells and handed them to Zhao Layue, saying, "It took me a lot of effort to get these two."
This was the gift she promised to give to Zhao Layue and Jing Jiu when she left Aoyama Sect.
The Platanus Sect's Clear Heart Bell is unparalleled in the world. She was the Sect Master's biological daughter, so the bell that she had painstakingly begged for was naturally not ordinary.
The two little bells were completely unmarked, and their design was exquisite. They were incomparably transparent, and they emitted a faint clear light. Just a glance at them was enough to calm one's heart.
Seeing this, Royal Concubine Hu felt a bit jealous, and the expression on the face of the young man in embroidered clothing changed slightly.
His identity was extremely noble. Ever since he was born, a bell given by the Platanus Sect was tied to his ankle to ward off evil spirits and protect his heart.
At this moment, the two bells that the little girl took out were of a similar grade to his bells.
The problem was, how could Zhao Layue and Jing Jiu be mentioned in the same breath as him?
Even if the Platanus Sect and the Aoyama Sect had been on good terms for generations, the Old Lady would never allow her granddaughter to give away such a precious treasure. Wasn't this just nonsense?
Zhao Layue took the bell and nodded to express her gratitude, saying, "I haven't found a suitable sword for you yet. Wait a little longer."
Sensei waved her hand to indicate that she was not in a hurry. Then, she looked at Jing Jiu, showing a proud smile on her small face.
"You are different from Sister Zhao. I think it's a waste for me to give you these bells. You have to give me something else in return, in addition to what you promised me."
Only a little girl would ask for something in return after giving away a gift.
Yet, Jing Jiu thought it was quite normal, and he thought about it carefully.
He still had many precious medicines and magic treasures, but he would use some of them when he broke through the state in the future; he would leave some for Liu Shisui and Zhao Layue; and he had to prepare a good one for Gu Qing. Now that young man Yuan had joined the Shenmo Peak, and the little Yushan might come back someday, the ninth peak would have more disciples in the future. As for the cultivation methods, he still remembered many of them, including two Remnant Volumes of the Zen Master from the Guocheng Temple. But the little girl would definitely cultivate the cultivation methods of the Platanus Sect, so these were not suitable for her. Besides, giving them to her would always cause some trouble.
Then, he thought of a very simple and useful gift.
Jing Jiu looked at the little girl and said, "I can help you with one thing."
The little girl didn't understand and asked, "What is it?"
Jing Jiu said, "Think about it yourself. When you need me to do something, just tell me."
Hearing this, Zhao Layue glanced at him, feeling a bit surprised.
She knew very well that Jing Jiu was a natural Cultivation practitioner and didn't have much affection for the things in the world. In other words, he didn't want to have too much contact with the things in the world.
But he was willing to make such a request … No matter what it was, it was a big deal.
The little girl didn't feel anything at first, but when she saw Zhao Layue's expression, she vaguely realized that she had made a great bargain. Her eyes brightened and she asked, "Anything?"
Jing Jiu said, "Anything."
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"If you can do anything, then you can't do anything."
A voice came out from the quiet old nunnery.
The voice was loud and clear, but it didn't give off any oppressive feeling, making people feel comfortable. It was warm and comforting, but it was persuasive and infectious.
It sounded like the evening bell of an old temple.
A person walked out from the nunnery.
That person was tall and big, with a peaceful expression on his face, but he had a brave and resolute expression.
The Royal Concubine Hu greeted that person with a faint smile, looking quite amiable.
The woman of the Platanus Sect greeted that person respectfully.
The tall man said to the little girl mildly, "At least, you can't ask him to do evil things that go against the way of the Xianxia heroes, and you can't ask him to hurt himself."
Sensei had guessed who he was, but she didn't refute him, her eyes beaming slightly.
"It's just one thing. It doesn't have to be so troublesome."
Jing Jiu said.
The young man in embroidered clothing said sarcastically, "Will you commit suicide if she asks you to do it?"
Jing Jiu said while staring into his eyes, "I'm not an idiot."
Hearing this, the young man in embroidered clothing got a bit angry, asking, "What's the point?"
"I'll judge by myself," said Jing Jiu.
The young man in embroidered clothing sneered, "If you can find a reason not to do anything, what's the point of agreeing to this condition?"
Jing Jiu said, "She will believe me, because I believe her."
"It makes sense. Jing Jiu, you are a good-looking man, and your words are pleasant to hear. "
The little girl Sensei praised Jing Jiu while putting her palms together, and then said helplessly, "All the more reason that you can't go to my house; otherwise, I'm afraid that the Grandmaster will kill you."
Others might not understand it, but Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue could; it was because the little girl had talked about this topic when they were in Aoyama.
She was worried that the Grandmaster would kill Jing Jiu because she was worried that her mother would fall in love with Jing Jiu.
"Jing Jiu is indeed the rumored Jing Jiu. His thinking is meticulous and flawless."
The tall man said this while looking at Jing Jiu.
The crowd didn't understand what he meant.
Jing Jiu didn't say anything.
What the tall man said next explained the reason.
"In Aoyama, your seniority is higher than Nan Shan's, and Nan Shan is open-minded. Even if you break his sword with a trick, he won't do anything."
The tall man looked into Jing Jiu's eyes and said, "But I'm not as good as Nan Shan. I'm more straightforward. If I have the chance, I'll break your sword to avenge him."
The two sects were separated. Jing Jiu was the senior of Guo Nanshan, the first disciple of Aoyama, but not Jing Jiu's senior.
His tone was calm, even gentle, but it was hard to believe, as if Jing Jiu's sword had been broken.
Zhao Layue glanced at him, and a cold light flashed in her eyes.
It was sword light.
The meaning was simple and clear. There were only two kinds of it, and it was not concealed at all.
It was the will to fight and the will to kill.
Want to break Jing Jiu's sword?
Even if you are Lo Huainan.
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