It was late at night, and no one was at the bottom of the peak. The deacons of Yunxing Peak did not notice Jing Jiu's arrival.
On the formation map in the small building that showed the location of the Sword Plate, only Zhao Layue's Sword Plate could be seen in the distant depths of the clouds.
The Sword Plate belonging to Jing Jiu was lying quietly in the corner of the cave residence.
Outside the cave, a few apes were leaping here and there among the cliffs.
Jing Jiu walked up the Sword Peak.
There were no trees in the Sword Peak, and the rocks between the cliffs were full of Sword Wills. Except for weeds, it was difficult for other plants to survive here.
As for wild beasts, there was not a single one. As far as the eye could see, it was desolate and lifeless.
For ordinary inner disciples, it was very difficult to walk in the Sword Peak. Even those who had successfully obtained a sword would still feel a lingering fear whenever they thought of the feeling on the Sword Peak. But for Jing Jiu, the Sword Peak was the same as anywhere else, with nothing special.
He walked among the peaks as if he were walking on the flat ground. Although he could not walk as fast as flying, his speed was extremely fast.
No matter how steep the cliffs were, he would not climb with his hands, nor did he feel that he exerted much strength. In short, he walked up easily.
Soon, he came to the middle of the Sword Peak and the edge of the clouds.
If someone looked up from the bottom of the peak, he would only see a black spot among the rocks.
Those who could climb the Sword Peak for the first time and reach the edge of the clouds were all outstanding inner disciples.
Those who could walk directly into the clouds were even rarer.
Jing Jiu walked in.
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On Yunxing Peak, the clouds were always moving.
Thick and humid clouds rolled in and out of the sky, blocking out all the light. It was pitch black.
The Sword Wills here were more numerous and more Sword Wills. An ordinary disciple would not be able to withstand the Sword Wills in a few breaths.
These Sword Wills and darkness had no effect on Jing Jiu. On the contrary, after he came to the clouds, he did not need to hide his figure, so he walked up faster until he turned into a wisp of smoke. Every step he took covered dozens of feet. His ears moved with the wind, listening to the sounds between heaven and earth to ensure that he would not encounter any obstacles.
After an unknown period of time, Jing Jiu stopped.
This place shouldn't be far from the top of the peak. Lin Wuzhi's judgment was correct. Before Senior Master Mo of Shiyue Peak passed away, his pride was indeed stimulated by Jing Jiu's words, and he broke through his limit, returning his sword to such a high peak.
In Silence, Jing Jiu sensed the hundreds of sword wills around him, which had become fewer but had become more somber. He judged that they should still be higher up, so he leaped up.
Without a sound, his feet landed on the ground.
The thick clouds gradually dispersed.
Jing Jiu saw a pair of eyes.
That pair of eyes was very beautiful. The white pupils were like mercury, and the black pupils were like dots of paint.
If an ordinary person were to suddenly see such a pair of eyes in the clouds at the top of the Sword Peak, they would definitely be shocked.
Correspondingly, the owner of the pair of eyes would also be shocked.
But neither Jing Jiu nor the owner of those eyes were ordinary people.
That was why there were no screams, only silence.
They could only see each other's eyes, which meant that their faces were very close.
"Sorry, I didn't know someone was here."
Jing Jiu said.
His breath stirred up a breeze, stirring up a lock of black hair, which drifted past his eyes like a willow branch skimming over the surface of the water.
Jing Jiu took a step back and saw the other person's face.
That face was also very good-looking, though not as good-looking as Jing Jiu's, but it was still picturesque.
But the girl's eyebrows were a bit short, very dark, and her hair was very, very short.
The girl's hair and face were dusty, looking very dirty, as if she hadn't washed them for a long time.
This was a cliff wall, and there was a hole in the wall that was half the height of a person.
The girl sat cross-legged in the hole, looking like a stone statue.
Jing Jiu remembered who she was.
There was only one person in the entire Aoyama Sect who stayed on the Sword Peak all year long, practicing the Tempered Will of the Sword.
Zhao Layue.
"Who are you?"
Zhao Layue asked.
Her voice was very pleasant, as clear as the sound of a sword. The last sound rose slightly, as if a sword bent by the autumn water was bounced back.
"Jing Jiu."
After some thought, Zhao Layue said, "I seem to have heard of you."
Jing Jiu said, "I have also heard of you."
Zhao Layue tilted her head and looked at his face, suddenly saying, "You are not as good-looking as the rumors say."
"Perhaps the rumors are too exaggerated."
Jing Jiu nodded to her, left the cliff wall, and went to a higher place.
Zhao Layue didn't pay any attention to him. Without thinking too much, she closed her eyes and continued to feel the sword wills around her.
The other meaning is natural, so when used, all things in the world will have their own nature.
Her breathing rose and fell with the sword wills, gradually becoming tranquil and extremely slow, until there seemed to be no interval between them.
Her heartbeat also slowed down, which was hard to hear amidst the whistling wind and the chaotic sword wills on the cliff.
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Jing Jiu went around to a cliff wall on the west side of the Sword Peak.
He was still thinking about Zhao Layue.
He didn't know if it was because he had heard this name too many times, but he felt it was familiar, as if he had heard it before.
And those clear black and white eyes, he felt he had seen them somewhere before.
In everyone's eyes, Zhao Layue, who was valued by the school, loved by the teachers, and would shine after the Inherited Sword Competition, had sharp and high-spirited eyes.
But in Jing Jiu's eyes, her eyes were not so simple. They seemed to be hiding something, and there was a touch of melancholy.
But that had nothing to do with him.
He looked around, making sure that the sword he was looking for was here. Then he released his Sword Discernment with a thought.
Within the range of his Sword Discernment of hundreds of feet, and even some places further away, those swords hidden in the cliffs all sensed it.
The cliffs shook slightly, as if they were blown by the wind, and the gravel fell down.
Countless sword wills rushed up, but as soon as they came in contact with his Sword Discernment, they immediately returned to the cliffs and refused to come out again.
They were like rabbits that had sensed the danger.
If someone could see this scene, he would find it very interesting.
But no one could clearly see the scene in the clouds of the Sword Peak.
Unless they were in it.
Between the cliffs on the east side of the Sword Peak, Zhao Layue opened her eyes, feeling the slight changes of the sword wills between heaven and earth, wondering what had happened.
On the other side, far away.
Feeling the retreat and quietness of those sword wills, Jing Jiu said, "Don't think that you don't deserve me."
After a pause, he added, "Of course, you really don't deserve me."
Finally, he said, "But I don't care."
The swords in the Sword Peak were still silent.
"I won't stay in the mountains like I used to," Ye Futian said.
Jing Jiu understood what they meant. He thought for a while and said, "This time I'm going to go out and have a look."
The sword wills suddenly rose, scrambling to be the first.
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