An Undefeated State Martial Uncle of Bihu Peak died. It was said that he was murdered.
The place where the Martial Uncle's body was found was by a stream. It was said that he looked miserable, and his head was cut off.
Undoubtedly, this was the most vicious incident that had happened in the nine peaks of Aoyama in recent years.
It was said that the Martial Uncle was trusted by the Peak Master of Bihu Peak and was highly valued. Now that the Peak Master of Bihu Peak was recovering from his injury, the disciples in the peaks were not in a stable mood. Now that such an incident had happened, it naturally caused great anger. Shanghai Peak was under great pressure.
If it was a spy from another sect who sneaked into the nine peaks, it would be Shanghai Peak's negligence.
This was unlikely, because it was impossible for someone who could kill a master of the Undefeated State to not disturb the Formation of Aoyama.
It was more likely that the Martial Uncle of Bihu Peak was killed by a fellow disciple.
If this was the case, Shanghai Peak was responsible for monitoring all the peaks, so they would bear the brunt.
Shanghai Peak sent out many caretakers and disciples to investigate the case, but they found no clues.
There was evidence that night, whether it was the masters of other peaks who had a grudge against the deceased of Bihu Peak, or a few ruthless elders who had done evil deeds in the past.
This incident seemed to be shrouded in layers of mystery.
The disciples by the Stream of Sword Washing were in low states, so they were naturally not involved in this matter. Shanghai Peak would not ask them when investigating the case, but they could also feel that something was wrong with the atmosphere recently. The immortal masters who were in charge of teaching obviously had something on their minds. When they found out the cause of the incident, they could not help but feel frightened and became silent.
Liu Shisui was a man of few words. Normally, he was even quieter than usual, so it was hard to notice him. But the fat Ma Hua felt that something was wrong with him, because apart from being quieter, Liu Shisui was often absent-minded when practicing the sword. In the past two days, he almost hurt himself several times, which was really rare.
Ma Hua wanted to inquire about it, but he thought that Liu Shisui was still a teenager, so it was normal for him to feel uneasy after hearing such a thing.
Only a strange young girl like Zhao Layue wouldn't be affected by it.
He thought while looking at the Sword Peak shrouded in clouds.
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That night, Liu Shisui went to Jing Jiu's cave abode. He hadn't been there for a long time.
Jing Jiu was a little surprised.
Liu Shisui's face was a little pale, and his eyes were a little red. It was obvious that he didn't sleep well.
Jing Jiu thought he was worried about the Inherited Sword Competition, so he patted his head and said, "You are a good match for Liangwang Peak. They won't abandon you."
Liu Shisui raised his head and suddenly asked, "Young Master … did you do it?"
Jing Jiu grunted, but he couldn't tell if his voice was going up or down.
Liu Shisui looked at him blankly and said, "That night … I came, but you weren't here."
Only then did Jing Jiu realize that Liu Shisui had come to look for him that night. Liu Shisui must have seen the sword token instead of him.
He laughed and said, "Do you think I can kill that person?"
How could a sword-washing disciple, who didn't even have a sword, kill a swordsman in the State of the Undefeated?
It was for this reason that the investigation of Shanghai Peak was far away from the Stream of Sword Washing.
Not to mention Jing Jiu, even those excellent disciples in Class A of the Hall of Sword Washing with a high state didn't receive any suspicious looks.
Hearing Jing Jiu's words, Liu Shisui looked a little perplexed.
"Yesterday, Big Brother Gu said that the broken neck of the dead Senior Uncle was very smooth. The killer should be a swordsman in the State of Free Travel, or he used a famous sword."
"I remember very clearly that you said that your specialty is … severing."
"Young Master, where did you go the night before yesterday?"
"Young Master, I'm really scared."
Jing Jiu looked at Liu Shisui's small face.
For the first time, he found that Liu Shisui's face could be so pale.
Of course, he could hide it from Liu Shisui. He could easily come up with many reasons to explain why he left the manor cave that night, even though he had never left the manor cave before. For example, he had an adventure on the Sword Peak, or he went to see the monkeys play … Because he knew that Jing Jiu just needed a reason to feel relieved.
But for some reason, he didn't do it.
"Yes."
"Ah?"
"I killed that person."
It became very quiet in the manor cave, and the sound of the flowing Stream of Sword Washing could be heard clearly.
Then, Liu Shisui's breathing became more and more erratic.
His face became paler and paler.
"Young Master … who … are you … on earth?"
Three years ago at the South Pine Pavilion, Liu Shisui had asked Jing Jiu this question more than once.
Today, he asked it again.
He knew that Jing Jiu had secrets, and that Jing Jiu didn't want to get in touch with Liangwang Peak, so these secrets might be problematic.
But he didn't expect that Jing Jiu would … kill a senior master of the sect!
"It doesn't matter who I am. You can report this to your senior master, or … your Big Brother. In fact, you should have done this a long time ago."
Jing Jiu said.
He had also asked Liu Shisui this question more than once in the South Pine Pavilion.
Liu Shisui said with his head lowered, "I know your secrets because you never tried to hide it from me. Most of the time, you wanted to help me."
For example, the breathing in the small village, and the magic pill in the tea. These were all Jing Jiu's secrets, but he benefited from them.
"You think too much." Jing Jiu said with a smile, "It was troublesome. You and I were together every day, and it was too troublesome to hide it from you."
Just troublesome?
Liu Shisui stood up and walked out of the manor cave, looking a bit pitiful.
It had been three years since he left the village, and the boy had become a teenager. He was different after all.
At the entrance of the cave, Liu Shisui stopped. Without turning around, he asked in a trembling voice, "… Is that Senior Master … a bad person?"
Jing Jiu lowered his head to read the Book of Swords and didn't answer the question.
Liu Shisui stood at the entrance of the cave, unwilling to leave.
After a long time, Jing Jiu's voice finally sounded.
"From my point of view, of course he is a bad person."
Liu Shisui left without saying anything.
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Jing Jiu didn't think that Liu Shisui would tell on him.
In order to return to Aoyama Sect, he had spent a whole year in that small village. Even though he would definitely run into unexpected situations, he still had enough countermeasures.
Of course, it was also possible that he didn't want to think about this problem.
Right now, he was thinking about something else.
In the early morning, the sun was still on the other side of the peaks, and the sound of the Sword Cleansing Stream was quiet.
He looked at the stream and thought for a while.
When the red sun jumped out of the peak, he thought for a while.
Until noon, when the sun was blazing, he looked back at the peak that was covered in clouds all year round and thought again.
"I'd better go and have a look."
He said to himself.
He left the cave abode and followed the Stream of Sword Washing toward the mountain peak.
Every time he came out, he would attract a lot of attention and cause a lot of discussion. This time was no exception.
Counting carefully, he had been in the inner sect for half a year, and this was the third time he left the manor cave and appeared in front of people.
It was rare to see someone as lazy or as autistic as him, even in the cultivation world that was used to being alone.
When he walked past the stone wall at the end of the stream and continued toward the nine peaks, more and more eyes fell on him, and the discussion became louder and louder.
That direction should be the Sword Peak.
"Is that guy going to get a sword?"
The disciples who were practicing flying swords on the stream subconsciously stopped.
Ma Hua looked at Jing Jiu in the distance and murmured.
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