Nobody came to ask about Jing Jiu, nor did the swordsmen of Shangde Peak suddenly show up to take him to the gloomy and cold Sword Jail.
Obviously, Liu Shisui didn't tell anyone that he wasn't in the cave that night.
He learned from Junior Sister Yushan that recently, Liu Shisui had been cultivating even harder than before, even more so than in the past three years. Moreover, that youth had become even more taciturn, and no one knew what he was thinking about every day. All he knew was that his realm was improving at an unimaginable speed.
Jing Jiu roughly understood where Liu Shisui's hard work and silence came from. He could only remain silent.
The other sword-washing disciples were also training hard. Every day, many figures could be seen on the Sword Peak. Some of them were already able to walk to the periphery of the clouds.
In the following days, there were disciples who succeeded in retrieving swords from the Sword Peak. From time to time, one could hear joyful laughter, strange cries, and painful cries by the Sword Washing Stream.
The disciples naturally cherished the immortal swords that they had worked so hard to obtain. Loving them so much that they couldn't bear to part with them wasn't enough to describe it. Whether it was during classes or meals, they would always carry the swords with them. They would carefully learn from their Senior Brothers and Sisters, tying the swords with the softest ribbon and carrying them on their backs.
As for which kind of ribbon should be used, which kind of knot looked the best, and which put the least pressure on the sword body, naturally became the main topic of idle chatter in the Xi Jian Pavilion.
There were even some disciples who would hug their swords in their arms even when they went to the toilet or slept.
It wasn't until Senior Master Mei Li of Qingrong Peak lost her temper that they calmed down a bit.
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Jing Jiu had never left the cave residence. All these things were told to him by Junior Sister Yushan and the young man surnamed Yuan from Lelang Commandery.
To him, these were all small episodes that didn't require too much attention.
The encounter with Zhao Layue on the peak top that night and the killing of that Bihu Peak expert was just an interlude for him.
In his opinion, Zhao Layue was smart enough to know that the two of them had secrets and should keep their distance, so this matter should end here.
He didn't expect that there would be a deviation in his deduction.
Thus, he became famous again, even more famous than before.
A piece of news spread along the banks of the Sword Washing Stream.
People who heard the news were extremely shocked.
It was noisy in the Xi Jian Pavilion, and everyone was talking about it.
Xue Yong 'e let out a strange cry and shouted, "How is this possible!"
Then, he felt a little strange, as if he had had the exact same reaction when he was at the South Pine Pavilion.
This news even alarmed Mei Li and the other immortal teachers in the Xi Jian Pavilion.
This senior master of Qingrong Peak and Lin Wuzhi had high hopes for Jing Jiu, but they didn't expect him to become famous so quickly.
At the stone wall at the end of the stream, Ma Hua handed a towel to the soaked Liu Shisui and said with a faint smile, "You know what? That young master of yours is famous again. "
Liu Shisui's hand that was wiping his face stiffened. After a moment of silence, he raised his head and asked nervously, "What's wrong?"
"Zhao Layue ended her cultivation at the Sword Mountain and returned to the Stream of Sword Washing."
Ma Hua sighed with emotion, "It seems that she has really completed the Tempered Body of Sword Intent."
Liu Shisui was taken aback.
Zhao Layue was the idol of all the regular disciples, as well as his, but he had never seen this legendary Big Sister.
It was a big deal that Big Sister had ended her cultivation on the Sword Mountain, but … what did it have to do with his young master?
"The problem is that Zhao Layue didn't go to the Hall of Sword Washing to visit the masters or her own manor cave after she left the peak, but went to Jing Jiu's manor cave instead."
Ma Hua looked at a spot downstream and said sentimentally, "She is talking to Jing Jiu now."
Liu Shisui felt relieved, thinking that his young master was extraordinary, and only a genius like Big Sister Layue would be willing to talk to him.
Thinking that Jing Jiu usually didn't talk much when they were together, he suddenly felt a sense of inferiority.
Ma Hua pulled back his gaze and glanced at him, asking, "Don't you want to go and have a look?"
Liu Shisui shook his head and spread the cotton towel on the rock, waiting for it to be dried by the sun. Then he walked back to the stream and continued to practice the sword art.
Ma Hua narrowed his eyes as he looked at the thin figure on the stream.
He didn't know what had happened to this little guy.
In the last few days, Liu Shisui had become more reticent and diligent, as if he had finally found a goal, or was under some pressure.
The sword art of Liangwang Peak was about persistence and perseverance. Liu Shisui's performance should be a good thing, but Ma Hua felt something was wrong.
Walking back to the natural pavilion surrounded by several green trees, Ma Hua asked, "Do you still think that Jing Jiu is a useless person?"
Gu Han said emotionlessly, "Anyone who can't pick up a sword is a useless person, even if he is a genius in the eyes of the world."
Ma Hua understood what he meant and said no more.
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The class by the Stream of Sword Washing was over. Dozens of disciples came out of the Hall of Sword Washing and came to the stream.
Some of them were washing swords in the stream, some were washing fruits in the stream, and some were chatting casually.
In fact, all of them were looking at the cliff on the other side of the stream.
There was a stone platform between the cliffs, and behind it was a manor cave, which was no different from other manor caves on the cliff.
At this moment, there were two vague figures in front of the manor cave.
"Is it really Senior Sister Zhao?"
"Are you sure?"
"Yu Kun entered the inner gate with Senior Sister Zhao, and they spent dozens of days together in the Hall of Sword Washing. How could he be wrong?"
"Senior Sister Zhao really went down the mountain? Then why is she there? "
"Look! She is really talking to Jing Jiu! "
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The disciples by the stream were talking in low voices, excited and nervous.
For them, Zhao Layue was the most respectable Senior Sister, but also a fairy that they couldn't get close to.
Everyone knew that Senior Sister Zhao was indifferent and taciturn. She treated everyone the same and kept a distance from them. She didn't even want to get close to Liangwang Peak, which wanted to recruit her. Then why did she come to see Jing Jiu after finishing her hard practice on the Sword Peak?
The most important thing was that she was really talking to Jing Jiu.
Was it possible that Jing Jiu had something extraordinary?
A few days ago, he had shocked many people by flying into the clouds on the Sword Peak, but he didn't succeed in taking the sword, so it was not a big deal.
"I haven't seen Senior Brother Jing do anything in the past two years, but he always does something amazing at the critical moment. He is really good at hiding his strength."
Young Yuan from Lelang Commandery said enviously while looking at the scene on the other side of the stream.
At this moment, who didn't envy Jing Jiu?
"Is Senior Sister Zhao also an ordinary person?"
A disciple said with a puzzled face.
The others asked him what he meant.
The disciple raised his hand and made a gesture on his face.
The others understood what he meant and laughed and scolded him.
"I got it!" Xue Yong 'e suddenly waved his arms and said indignantly, "Jing Jiu must be practicing secretly every night and sleeping in the daytime, pretending to be calm. Otherwise, how could he walk into the clouds on the Sword Peak and get to know Senior Sister Zhao? I've seen so many people like him in the State School! He is so hypocritical! "
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In the eyes of the disciples on the other side of the stream, Jing Jiu was the most envied person, but he still didn't talk much as usual.
He was even lying on the bamboo chair. If the monkeys behind the cliff hadn't moved two big stones here, no one would know where Zhao Layue would sit.
"Have you recovered?"
"Yes."
"Have you finished the Tempered Body of Sword Will?"
"Yes."
Jing Jiu didn't talk much, neither did Zhao Layue.
He felt good about it.
Liu Shisui was also very nice, except that he was a bit naggy sometimes.
He didn't have much experience in small talk. He thought the conversation was over, so he looked at the porcelain plate again, holding a grain of sand in his hand, thinking about where to put it.
Zhao Layue didn't say anything. She closed her eyes and began to meditate under the sunlight, absorbing the spiritual Qi of heaven and earth.
Her injuries from that night were basically healed. The pill that Jing Jiu gave her was very effective. However, after staying on the sword peak for more than a year, her Tempered Body of Sword Will had been greatly damaged. There were many tiny holes in her meridians, and the spirituality of her sword pellet was also affected. All of these needed time to slowly recover.
After a long time, she opened her eyes and found that the sun was setting in the west.
Jing Jiu was still holding the grain of sand and looking at the porcelain plate, exactly the same posture as at the beginning.
It seemed that only a moment had passed.
Zhao Layue looked at him and felt that this young man was a bit unfathomable.
The unfathomable here was not referring to his realm, but something else.
He must be extraordinary to be able to have such terrifying patience.
Jing Jiu acted like he was playing chess; he couldn't decide which move to make.
Zhao Layue's gaze fell on the porcelain plate and the pile of fine sand. After a long time, she said, "Interesting."
Jing Jiu raised his head and glanced at her, saying, "Interesting."
He didn't expect that this little girl could understand his meaning.
"It's too difficult," Zhao Layue said. "I'm leaving."
It was obvious that even though she thought it was interesting, she didn't think that the most precious time should be spent on this kind of thing.
"Okay," Jing Jiu said.
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After a few days, Zhao Layue came again.
Seeing the sword light falling in front of Jing Jiu's manor cave, the disciples on the other side of the stream were still shocked.
"She's here?"
Jing Jiu found that her hair was still short and messy, covered with a layer of dust, like a clump of weeds in the Wilderness.
He didn't know if it was because the image was too clear in his Sword Discernment, but he suddenly felt a bit thirsty.
Without Liu Shisui to make tea, his teapot was filled with the mountain spring that the monkeys fetched every day.
The teapot was on the stone table, and he was sitting in the bamboo chair.
He was about to reach out his hand, but he remembered that there was someone beside him, so he naturally glanced at Zhao Layue.
Zhao Layue asked, "What do you mean?"
Jing Jiu said, "Pour me a cup of water."
"No," Zhao Layue said.
"Oh."
Jing Jiu realized that she wasn't Liu Shisui.
The cool mountain spring tasted as good as tea.
He thought while drinking the water in the cup.
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