(I suggest people eat this chapter with a song. This chapter is very short. I thought about it for a long time, but I had to leave it there, because I like it that way. Tut-tut, my attitude of striving for perfection is really good. However, I made a mistake in yesterday's chapter. Jing Jiu had seen Luo Huainan do it more than once, but he was too lazy to correct it, so let's leave it at that.)
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"What does the Young Senior Master look like?"
"The most handsome."
"Did the Young Senior Master attend classes here like us?"
"Attend classes? Do you see that cliff cave across the way? He was lying there all day, and his colleagues laughed at him for being lazy. They didn't know that he was using his will to nurture his sword! "
"Didn't the masters punish him for not attending classes?"
At this point, the sword-washing disciples suddenly realized that they were not chatting in the cliff cave, but having a class.
They hurried away from the window and returned to their seats, feeling uneasy, afraid that the immortal master would punish them.
This class was about the basics of sword, and the immortal master was Lü.
To the surprise of the sword-washing disciples, the immortal master wasn't angry. He said with a smile, "Go to the stream if you want to see it. How can you see it clearly from here?"
The disciples couldn't believe their ears. After exchanging a few glances, they made sure that the immortal master was telling the truth. They cheered and hurriedly ran out after bowing to him.
The immortal master walked to the window and looked at the sword boat in the sky. He stroked his beard with a gratified smile on his face.
He used to have a bleak future, but he was called back to the nine peaks to cultivate again because of his experience at the South Pine Pavilion.
Four years ago, he finally broke through the state, and now he was teaching at the Sword-Washing Hall.
How could he not feel gratified when he saw his former student had become the pride of Aoyama?
Similar scenes occurred in other places at the Sword-Washing Hall.
Lin Wuzhi walked out of the classroom with his teaching materials under his arm. He saw Senior Master Mei Li of Qingrong Peak and greeted her with cupped hands.
Cheers suddenly came from the stream. The two of them looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh. They felt sentimental and quickened their steps.
The lazy youth twelve years ago had come back with such a great reputation.
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There used to be a cliff by the Sword-Washing Stream. Later, when the Three-Foot Sword of Shangde Peak suppressed the former peak master of Bihu Peak, it flattened the cliff.
Later, at the request of Shiyue Peak and with the consent of all the peaks, this patch of cliff was transformed into the Sword Boat Dock.
The Sword Boat slowly descended, casting a huge shadow on the Sword-Cleansing Stream. The stream instantly felt Sensei.
There were people everywhere by the stream.
Lin Wuzhi, Yao Songshan, Lei Il-kyung, and dozens of third-generation Aoyama disciples, as well as many sword washing disciples, bowed in unison, "Welcome back, Junior Martial Uncle!"
The voice echoed in the valley like thunder, attracting the response of countless monkeys.
Gu Qing stood behind Jing Jiu, smiling as he thought, Master, would you still complain about the commotion?
Young Yuan's face was flushed, and he felt honored. He waved his hand at Junior Sister Yushan in the crowd.
"Alright," Fang Jingtian said with a smile, "Sect Leader is still waiting for Junior Brother Jing at Tianguang Peak."
Jing Jiu didn't want to go to Tianguang Peak. As he was thinking of a reason to refuse, he suddenly sensed something. He turned around and looked at a lonely peak in the deep part of the ocean of clouds.
Whoosh!!!
The sword bracelet left his wrist and turned back into the Thoughtless Sword, heading in that direction after turning into a bright red glow.
Seeing this, the smile on Fang Jingtian's face faded away.
The disciples of Aoyama by the stream were very surprised.
Lin Wuzhi and Mei Li exchanged a look, and saw the surprise and delight in each other's eyes.
The youngest cultivator in the Free Travel State of the Aoyama Sect had finally appeared in hundreds of years!
Jing Jiu didn't say anything more to Fang Jingtian. He rode his sword and rose up, followed by Gu Qing and Young Yuan.
Under such circumstances, they wouldn't go to Tianguang Peak again.
Compared to this matter, the Sect Master's summons was nothing.
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The wind was blowing everywhere in Shenmo Peak.
The forest was whistling in the wind, and the green leaves kept falling, but it couldn't cover the screams of the monkeys.
The screams of the monkeys were shrill, but it was not a warning or a sign of fear, but a sign of extreme joy.
The door of the hut in the forest wasn't closed, so it was closed and opened by the strong wind, making "Pah, pah" sounds.
The palace on the peak was protected by the inhibition, but the leaves were still dancing, and the dust was everywhere.
A muffled sound came from the deep part of the manor cave, and the inhibition was lifted.
A plume of smoke came out from inside, looking like a yellow dragon.
A moment later, Zhao Layue walked out of the manor cave.
Her hair was unkempt, and her clothes were covered with dust. She looked very embarrassed, but her eyes were clear.
Her eyes were more distinct, and when she looked at them directly, they seemed to be at dusk. A sharp sword spirit was born in her eyes, and then it gradually disappeared.
She walked to the edge of the cliff and saw the red light breaking through the air. She naturally reached out her hand and took it.
Looking at the Thoughtless Sword in her hand, she was slightly taken aback, wondering what had happened.
"Why is it so messy again?"
A voice rang out.
Jing Jiu landed on the sword.
Zhao Layue looked at him in Silence, and suddenly asked, "Sword Peak?"
Jing Jiu didn't know why she asked this question, so he answered, "Zuo Yi."
Zhao Layue smiled when she was sure it was true. … …
Her dimples reappeared.
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Gu Qing and Young Yuan landed on the peak top.
Seeing the scene in front of him, Young Yuan was stunned, asking, "My Master … has dimples?"
"Yes," Gu Qing said. "When my Master arranged flowers for her at the Plum Meeting, at least hundreds of people saw it."
Young Yuan said in surprise, "I haven't seen it even once … Well, why did my Master go back? Is she going to stay behind closed doors again as soon as Senior Master came back? "
Jing Jiu didn't know why Zhao Layue suddenly turned around and went back to the manor cave.
He didn't want to think about things he couldn't understand.
Looking at the familiar scenery on the peak top and feeling the warm spring breeze, Jing Jiu thought this place was indeed more suitable for sleeping than the cold cave in the snow.
At least the bamboo chair wouldn't be frozen too hard.
He was inspired.
That bamboo chair appeared by the cliff's edge, where it usually stayed.
There were even six dents on the ground there.
Jing Jiu lay down on the chair and uttered "hmm".
Gu Qing knew that his Master would make this sound when he was extremely comfortable, like a long sigh.
Young Yuan suddenly yelled, "Master, you've come back!"
Zhao Layue walked out from the manor cave. Her hair was wet, the ends of which were dripping with water. She had also changed into a clean cloth.
Gu Qing admired her, but he was also a bit worried. It wasn't like a girl to take a bath so quickly.
Zhao Layue walked to the front of the bamboo chair, motioning for Jing Jiu to move his legs and sit down.
Jing Jiu took out the wooden comb and started combing her hair.
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