Chi Yan let out a bitter smile. He knew very well what kind of people his Big Brother hated the most. Even when he mentioned the Young Senior Master, his Big Brother didn't have a good expression on his face. He changed the topic hastily, saying, "I thought the peaks would ask about Bihu Peak today."
Yuan Qijing sneered, "Who dares to ask if the Sect Master doesn't allow it?"
Chi Yan said uneasily, "Even if they don't ask, they still have to give an answer."
Yuan Qijing said, "Just say that Young Brother Lei was sneak-attacked by Bulao Lin and the Underworld in Zhaoge City and was wounded. He is recuperating now."
Chi Yan nodded in silence.
He of course knew it wasn't true.
Lei Poyun, the Peak Master of Bihu Peak, had gone mad.
He had gone mad when he was sent to Shanghai Peak from Tianguang Peak.
Yuan Qijing walked to the deep end of the manor cave and came to the front of the well.
The top of Shangde Peak was thousands of feet above the ground. Even if there was some water in the mountain wall, it was impossible to draw it out.
It was really strange that there was a well here.
The mouth of the well was dark, and it was unclear how deep it was.
In the whole of Aoyama Sect, only the important figures knew that this deep well led to the Sword Jail under the ground.
The demons that nobody wanted to face and the traitors were locked up in the Sword Jail.
A dreadful voice rang out from the bottom of the dark well.
The source of the voice should be quite far away, and it sounded a bit muffled, but the hatred and madness hidden in the voice were quite clear.
"Even if it's not the first, what about the second?!"
The voice was full of resentment, like the wailing of a ghost, making those who heard it feel scared.
Chi Yan had been in the State of Free Travel for many years and could be called a godly swordsman, but his face still turned pale when he heard the voice.
Maybe it was because the madman in the deepest part of the Sword Jail was the Peak Master of Bihu Peak with a high status in Aoyama Sect.
Yuan Qijing asked, "What should we do? We can't keep Senior Master Lei locked up all the time. He keeps shouting the same words, but we don't know what he means. How can we investigate? "
"Why can't we keep him locked up all the time? I don't care why he went crazy, and I don't care if he was really crazy when he attacked. Since he dared to disrespect the Sect Leader, he should be locked up. "
Yuan Qijing looked at the bottom of the well and listened to the shrill cry. His expression was very ugly.
"No, one, two!"
"No, one, two!"
Chi Yan did not understand this sentence.
Not many people in the entire Aoyama Sect could understand this sentence.
He understood.
He even knew that it was because of these words that Lei Poyun had gone mad.
But if it was the Sect Leader who made him go crazy, why didn't he just let him die? The dead will never speak, be it the truth or the madness.
Why did the Sect Leader send him to Shangde Peak? Was it really because the Heavens cared for all living things? Or …
What are you trying to test me with this madman?
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Jing Jiu stroked the slightly hot bracelet as he walked into the quiet and secluded small building.
This small building was behind the South Pine Pavilion. After walking along the mountain road for seven li, it suddenly appeared in front of him. It was like a barrier that separated the two worlds.
He knew why the bracelet was warm. It was because the portraits of its previous owners were in this small building.
This small building enshrined the portraits of the past Sect Masters and other important figures of the Aoyama Sect.
Liangwang Peak represented the Aoyama Sect in the battles against the outside world. It was the peak that shed the most blood, so the previous Peak Masters were naturally qualified to be called important figures.
However, Cultivation practitioners had a long life. Even though most of the Peak Masters of Liangwang Peak died in battle, there were only seven portraits in this small building.
Following the bracelet's wish, Jing Jiu looked at all seven portraits. As for the more conspicuous portraits of the past Patriarchs, he did not look at them.
At the end of the long corridor, he stopped in front of a portrait. The portrait looked a little new, so it should have been hung there for a few years.
It was a portrait of the Immortal Jingyang.
Jing Jiu looked at the face in the portrait in Silence for a long time and said, "I have almost forgotten what you look like."
Walking out of the small building, he left the mortal world and came to the Inner Gate of the Aoyama Sect.
Jing Jiu looked up and saw all the peaks of Aoyama had disappeared, leaving only the nine peaks standing under the firmament.
The clouds did not flow among the peaks. They hung like an umbrella or a cover, and the thinnest part was like a piece of paper. The scenery was extremely beautiful.
Master Lü was waiting for him outside the building. Seeing his thoughtful expression, he couldn't help but smile, thinking that he finally saw some reaction from this lad.
Then he remembered that when he first entered the Inner Gate and saw the nine peaks, he was also stunned. He couldn't help but feel sentimental.
Over the years, he had been unable to enter the State of Free Travel. His lifespan was limited, and his future was bleak. So he had to leave the nine peaks and become an Immortal Teacher.
If he hadn't heard those words by chance and searched around Cloudy Town patiently, and finally found Liu Shisui and Jing Jiu in that small village, he would have spent the rest of his life in the South-Pine Pavilion. Now, he was rewarded with a top-class elixir because of his meritorious service and could go back to the Shanghai Peak to continue his cultivation. Maybe he would really break through the State of Free Travel one day.
"Brother Jing, what are you thinking about?" Master Lü asked with a smile.
As long as they entered the Inner Gate, they would call each other brother and sister because they were all disciples of the third generation. As for the specific inheritance, it would be decided after the Inherited Sword Competition. Of course, one had to be chosen by a master of a peak.
Master Lü was born in the Shanghai Peak, so he naturally hoped that Jing Jiu could go to the Shanghai Peak to cultivate in the future.
Jing Jiu said, "The Immortal Jingyang ascended, not died. Why is his portrait also hung in the building?"
Master Lü was stunned. He didn't expect that he would ask such a question. He thought that Brother Jing was really different from the common people. Countless disciples had admired the portraits of the past patriarchs in that small building, but who would have thought of this?
He couldn't answer this question, so he could only smile bitterly. Then he said seriously, "I will go back to the peak to cultivate in seclusion. I don't know when we will meet again. Take care, Brother."
Jing Jiu looked at him and said, "I don't think you'll have any problem."
Master Lü smiled bitterly again, thinking that Brother Jing was really a wonderful person.
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There was a stream between the nine peaks. All kinds of buildings were scattered along the river, including small courtyards and tall buildings. There were also many caves among the cliffs.
Before the Inherited Sword Competition, which was held once every three years, the young disciples who were recruited into the Inner Gate would all learn swordsmanship here.
No one knew whether it was because the disciples often washed their swords by the stream or for some other reason, but this stream had a name: Stream of Sword Washing.
And this stage of cultivation for the disciples of Aoyama was called Sword Washing.
Here, the disciples needed to break through one or two states of Knowledge Comprehension and Defense, until they reached the third level. Only then could they be qualified to participate in the Inherited Sword Competition.
If a disciple was chosen by a master in the Inherited Sword Competition, that disciple could become a personal disciple and learn the real sword skills of Aoyama Sect.
Of course, that disciple could also sign up to enter Liangwang Peak, if those arrogant Senior Brothers on Liangwang Peak liked him.
Liangwang Peak had a very special position in Aoyama Sect.
There was no inheritance or master on this peak, but the disciples on the peak could receive the most patient and strictest education from all the masters of the nine peaks.
Because Liangwang Peak was the sword of Aoyama Sect.
Besides cultivation, the most important thing for the disciples of Liangwang Peak was to represent Aoyama Sect to fight against the outside world, fighting against those horrible demons and the swordsmen of the Underworld.
Of course, it was very dangerous to become a disciple of Liangwang Peak, but it was also very beneficial to keep fighting.
More importantly, this was a great honor to begin with.
If one couldn't break through the two states no matter how hard he cultivated by the Stream of Sword Washing, he couldn't participate in the Inherited Sword Competition, and he couldn't be chosen as a personal disciple by any of the peaks, what should he do?
This kind of situation rarely happened, but it didn't mean that it had never happened before.
This was the first question Jing Jiu heard when he came to the stream and faced the Senior Master from Xilai Peak.
Jing Jiu thought about it carefully, and then said, "I've never thought about this question."
It was true that he had never thought about it, but his words sounded a bit arrogant in the ears of others.
The Senior Master from Shiyue Peak didn't get angry, but laughed instead. He patted on Jing Jiu's shoulder and said, "You are indeed Jing Jiu. This is the perfect answer."
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