The disciples by the Stream of Sword Washing didn't dare to talk about the big event that happened that day, but they still talked about it in private. Soon, the news spread, and they learned that the horrible flying sword was the Tide Sword, and the crazy swordsman was Lei Poyun, the Peak Master of Bihu.
It was said that the Peak Master of Bihu was assassinated by the Underworld Devil and the assassins of Bulao Lin in Zhaoge City and was seriously injured, and now he was healing somewhere. Who would have thought that he would appear in front of the masters and disciples in such a crazy state, as if he was possessed by the devil? What on earth happened?
Nobody gave an answer. The incident had gradually died down. The cliffs cut by Lei Poyun's sword lights were repaired by the Formation Masters of Xilai Peak. Looking at them with the naked eye, one couldn't find any marks on them. After one night, it seemed that the incident had never happened.
But those mournful and crazy words still reverberated among the peaks.
"Even if there is no one, what about two?"
"If there is no one, what about two?"
This sentence had no beginning and no end. What did it mean? No one could explain it clearly.
Thinking of the mysterious death of the Senior Master of Bihu Peak a few days ago, the whole thing became more and more weird.
Jing Jiu knew the meaning of this sentence, and also knew why Lei Poyun couldn't forget it before his death.
Standing by the cliff with his hands behind his back and looking at the dark sky, he felt that this place was like an old well, with a faint sense of weariness between his eyebrows.
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It was bone-piercingly cold on the top of Shangde Peak. No matter what state one was in, one had to stay absolutely sober.
Yuan Qijing walked to the depth of the cave residence and looked down at the bottom of the well, without saying anything for a long time.
Frost and snow covered the cave walls, and his hair also had a streak of white, but it had nothing to do with the cold.
Last night, in order to suppress Lei Poyun, he used the swordsmanship he learned from the outside world when he was young. The effect was remarkable, but the sword source was also consumed so much that it would take at least a hundred days to recover.
More than thirty disciples and caretakers of Shangde Peak knelt behind him, waiting for his decision.
As the number two figure of Aoyama Sect, he had the right to decide the future of many people, even their life and death, but he didn't do so. Instead, he raised his hand to signal the crowd to disperse.
Someone who could release Lei Poyun from the depths of the heavily-guarded Sword Prison was obviously not an ordinary person. These disciples and deacons could do nothing about it.
The question was, why did the other party release Lei Poyun?
Looking in the direction of Tianguang Peak outside the cave, Yuan Qijing wondered if Gu Qing wanted to kill him with a borrowed knife, or if Gu Qing was testing him again.
"What happened that day … we still have to investigate. We can't stop."
He spoke slowly with a hoarse voice.
The deacons and disciples had already left the cave, and only his most trusted junior brother, Chi Yan, was still here.
Chi Yan said, "There is news from Liangwang Peak … but it's hard to be sure, and I don't believe it."
"Since there's news, of course we should investigate further, but …"
After a pause, Yuan Qijing said, "The day of the Inherited Sword Competition is coming. Don't make it too big."
Hearing about the Inherited Sword Competition, Chi Yan thought of something and asked, "That Jing Jiu … really doesn't need to be watched again?"
No matter who it was, as long as he could make Zhao Layue take a liking to him, he was qualified to get more attention.
Seeing his Big Brother remain silent, Chi Yan said with a bitter smile, "The number of disciples who are willing to come to our Shanghai Peak has decreased over the years."
The Inherited Sword Competition was an occasion for the nine peaks of Aoyama to select the inherited sword disciples.
But for those excellent and potential disciples, it was also an opportunity to choose a sword peak.
For many years, the Tianguang Peak, where the Sect Master lived, was the place where most disciples wanted to go.
Shanghai Peak was very powerful, and its sword style was top-notch. Yuan Qijing was the Big Brother of the Sect Master, but the number of disciples applying for the inherited sword had decreased over the years.
Liangwang Peak could select talents from among the disciples of other peaks, but they seldom chose their candidates in advance. Shiyue Peak was more inclined toward academic research, and Xilai Peak was in charge of the affairs of the Green Mountain, so the number of disciples who signed up was relatively small. However, the number of disciples of Shangde Peak willing to inherit swords was even less than that of Bihu Peak and Yunxing Peak, not to mention Qingrong Peak. Why? Was it because the atmosphere of Shanghai Peak was too gloomy, or because the Sword Jail was too gloomy, or because all the young disciples were afraid of them?
"That lazy bum?"
Yuan Qijing sneered, saying, "Those little guys on Liangwang Peak won't let him go."
Chi Yan didn't understand what his Big Brother meant by letting him go.
Yuan Qijing said, "Don't think about other things. Try to take over Bihu Peak first."
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Time went on slowly but surely. It didn't take long for the early winter to arrive.
It was said that at the request of Qingrong Peak, the Sect Master agreed to open an opening in the Great Formation of Aoyama, so that the cold wind and snowflakes from the outside could pour into the nine peaks.
Looking at the snowflakes dancing in the air, Jing Jiu had another feeling that he had forgotten something.
He tried to figure it out, but found nothing. The feeling grew stranger and stranger.
After coming back to Aoyama from that small village, he had many feelings he hadn't experienced before, such as boredom, interest, and forgetfulness …
It was impossible for him to forget, so the reason for this feeling could only mean that he had avoided something unconsciously.
Why? Was it because he was used to such a lazy life?
On the day the first snowfall fell, Zhao Layue came again.
She had been meditating in the manor cave for dozens of days, and had perfectly digested what she had obtained on the Sword Peak. Even the minor injuries on her body had been healed.
The white snowflakes fell on the cliff walls, on the courtyard walls, and on her body.
In the white world, her thick black eyebrows were very distinct, just like her eyes.
Seeing the sword light land in front of Jing Jiu's manor cave, the people on the other side of the Sword-Washing Stream sighed.
"Big Sister is here again!"
"Why is she here again?"
"The seventh time! The seventh time! "
The disciples beat their chests and stamped their feet, or cupped their hearts with their hands, disappointed and grieved at the choice of their idol.
"I was born on Layue, so I'm called this."
Glancing at her bracelet, Zhao Layue said, "I was born in a heavy snowfall."
Jing Jiu wondered if she was going to have a chat with him. He had chatted with Liu Shisui and with Zhao Layue a few times. Though he was still not used to why people would spend their leisure time chatting, at least he had accepted the existence of such a thing, and he knew that a chat should start with a topic.
He was not good at finding topics to chat about, and he only knew one thing about Zhao Layue.
"Which peak will you choose for the Inherited Sword Competition?"
The Nine Peaks would select their favorite disciples at the Inherited Sword Competition, but if that disciple was too popular, the situation would be reversed.
A talented girl like Zhao Layue naturally had enough space to choose.
Which peak would she choose for the Inherited Sword Competition was something that the Aoyama Sect and even the whole cultivation world were curious about.
But for various reasons, no one would ask her this question in front of her.
Until Jing Jiu felt that a chat was about to start.
Zhao Layue didn't answer this question. Looking at those peaks in the wind and snow, she didn't say anything.
In the eyes of her peers and masters, she was a bit arrogant, taciturn, and indifferent. But in Jing Jiu's eyes, she was like a stubborn little girl, somewhat pitiful.
Jing Jiu raised his hand to rub her short hair, but then put it down and said, "Don't think too much."
Zhao Layue withdrew her sight and looked at him, saying, "I'm going to Sword Peak to make the final preparation."
The so-called preparation was, of course, for the Inherited Sword Competition.
She came here against the wind and snow to say this to him, just to say goodbye.
Farewells were often very sad, but it didn't apply to Jing Jiu.
"See you then."
He said.
On the long road of cultivation, there were many encounters and reunions, but most of them were farewells and then never to see each other again.
He had seen too many joys and sorrows, life and death, so he could be very indifferent now.
In front of time, what else could he do but be indifferent?
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Zhao Layue left the Stream of Sword Washing and went to Sword Peak.
She didn't ride her sword, not because the small cyan sword was seriously damaged, but because of other considerations.
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