Many people knew that Jing Jiu said he would take the sword of Senior Master Mo of Shiyue Peak the first day he entered the inner gate.
In the beginning, many people wondered if he would surprise the world like he did at the South Pine Pavilion. But as time passed, fewer and fewer people believed that he could do it. Even Junior Sister Yushan and the Lelang County disciple from the South Pine Pavilion no longer held any hope.
Half a year had passed, but Jing Jiu hadn't even been to the Sword Peak once, let alone retrieving a sword.
This had long since become the most famous topic of conversation in the Stream of Sword Washing. For those who didn't like Jing Jiu, such as Xue Yong 'e and those outstanding students in the A class, this was naturally the laughing stock of Jing Jiu.
Today, it seemed that Jing Jiu was going to retrieve the sword.
"Time to retrieve the sword!"
"Jing Jiu is going to retrieve the sword!"
There were shouts everywhere in the Xi Jian Pavilion.
Dozens of inner court disciples ran out.
Lin Wuzhi was a little surprised. Then, he found that Master Mei Li had ended her class in advance and was riding her sword towards the Sword Peak.
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When Jing Jiu walked up the Sword Peak, he didn't know that Mei Li and Lin Wuzhi had already arrived. What he didn't know was that when he walked up the Sword Peak, many sword washing disciples and even disciples from the other peaks came to watch the show. He didn't expect that he would be mistaken for going to the Sword Summit to get a sword.
Fortunately, he knew that it was daytime, so he didn't run like crazy like that night. Instead, he walked steadily.
He quickly climbed up the cliff. His speed was not fast, but he did not slow down either.
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It was quiet at the foot of the Sword Peak.
The deacons of Yunxing Peak shook their heads, shocked speechless.
The disciples' mouths were agape, unable to speak for a long time.
In the beginning, it wasn't as quiet as it was now. Taunts and ridicule towards Jing Jiu could be heard from time to time.
Yet, when they saw Jing Jiu walking among the peaks, their excitement was replaced by the sound of inhaling cold air.
After an unknown period of time, the disciples finally came back to their senses and discussed non-stop.
"Isn't this his first time entering the Sword Peak? How could he walk so steadily? "
"How is this possible? We've already passed the Eagle Beak Cliff. Doesn't that mean we've crossed six thousand feet? "
"How much further do you think he can go? Another thousand feet? "
"He can't possibly walk into the clouds on his first try, right?"
"Amazing … He really hid his strength. However, I heard that Martial Uncle Mo's sword is at the peak of the mountain. It should be very difficult to get it."
"Look! He's about to enter the clouds! "
"He really entered the clouds!"
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Jing Jiu did not know that there were so many spectators on the Sword Peak.
Even if he knew, he wouldn't care. He would just walk at his own pace.
Soon after, he walked into the clouds and could no longer be seen. He left behind a wave of exclamations at the bottom of the mountain, as well as a few sighs of dissatisfaction.
How cool would it be if he stopped and waved before entering the clouds?
Lin Wuzhi turned around and was about to return to the Stream of Sword Washing when his eyes met Martial Aunt Mei Li's.
"Martial Uncle Mo indeed has a good eye."
He looked at Senior Master Mei Li and said, "I'm sorry, but it looks like we have to fight for this child."
A cold intent suddenly appeared on Senior Master Mei Li's beautiful face, as she said, "I'll say it again. Look at the child's appearance. Of course he wants to enter our Qingrong Peak … Big Brother Mo is so ugly; how could he accept this child as his disciple?"
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Arriving at the top of the eastern foot of the Sword Peak, Jing Jiu found the cliff wall and halted his steps.
It was daytime, so he could see it more clearly. The hole was only three feet deep, just enough for one person to sit cross-legged inside.
Zhao Layue was sitting inside, just like she had two days ago.
Her bleeding had stopped, but her face was pale, and it looked like she was badly wounded.
Jing Jiu put down the large basket of wild fruits in his hand and said, "Eat this."
He had asked the monkeys to pick these wild fruits before he left the manor cave. They tasted a bit sour and bitter, but they were good for nourishing the blood and energy.
Then, he took out a magic pill from his sleeve and placed it in front of her.
Zhao Layue lifted her head and asked, "Why was the corpse discovered?"
Jing Jiu was surprised.
How did she know what had happened at the foot of the peak? If she had a helper on the nine peaks, why didn't that person treat her wound?
Zhao Layue seemed to know what he was thinking, saying, "I have my ways."
Jing Jiu didn't ask further, because he didn't care about this matter.
But Zhao Layue stared into his eyes, trying to get an answer.
"I haven't killed anyone for a long time, so I've forgotten what to do next."
Jing Jiu said, "And it's troublesome to deal with the corpse …"
"So you just threw it by the stream?" asked Zhao Layue.
"Otherwise?" asked Jing Jiu.
Zhao Layue thought this youth was a strange flower, even stranger than herself.
"Who are you?"
She of course knew he was Jing Jiu, the handsome Jing Jiu.
But who was Jing Jiu? Was he a spy sent by the imperial court?
Jing Jiu looked at her and asked with a smile, "Then what about you? Who are you?"
Of course he knew she was Zhao Layue, the one and only Zhao Layue.
But who was Zhao Layue? Was she the reinforcements sent by the monkeys?
Jing Jiu wasn't worried that Zhao Layue would expose him.
If someone found out that she killed the Senior Uncle of Bihu Peak, she would be in trouble even if she was Zhao Layue.
If she said that the Senior Uncle wanted to kill her … how many people would believe her?
So this matter could only be kept a secret.
Jing Jiu made sure that her wound was not serious, so he turned around and prepared to go down the mountain.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered something and said, "I remember that I didn't bury people when I killed them."
Zhao Layue asked, "Aren't you afraid of being found out?"
"Why should I be?"
"Afraid of revenge? Afraid of … trouble?"
"Revenge? There were a few times in the beginning, but no one dared to do it later, so it's not very troublesome. "
After saying this, Jing Jiu left the Sword Peak.
When he returned to the bottom of the peak and saw the regretful eyes of his peers, he remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something.
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Jing Jiu's trip to the Sword Peak caused a great sensation on both sides of the Sword Washing Stream. Though he didn't succeed in bringing back Senior Master Mo's Fairy Sword, he didn't hear any mocking or humiliating words in the Hall of Sword Washing; the most he heard was a regretful sigh. Even those senior brothers who had washed their swords for many years and had a high Cultivation state would speak respectfully when they talked about Jing Jiu. It was because many people had seen him walk into the clouds the first time he climbed the Sword Peak.
The case of the murder of the Senior Uncle of Bihu Peak was still under investigation in Shanghai De Peak, but few people mentioned it by the Sword Washing Stream. No one had seen the Senior Uncle, so they naturally had no feelings for him. Besides, this matter was too far away from them.
No one would believe that a sword-washing disciple could kill a Sword Fairy in the Undefeated State.
Except for that idiot Liu Shisui.
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