Zhao Layue knew what Gu Han wanted to ask, but she didn't want to answer him, so she kept walking forward.
"Stop!"
Gu Han said in a low voice.
He took a deep breath to control his emotions. Looking at her back, he said, "All the peaks are old and decrepit. The future of Aoyama depends on us …"
Zhao Layue didn't let him finish.
"You are wrong. The future of Aoyama depends on me, not you."
Having said that, she kept walking toward the Sword Peak and soon disappeared in the wind and snow.
Gu Han looked at the smaller black spot in the wind and snow and thought, What about Jing Jiu? Why are you paying attention to him? "
The wind and snow suddenly became chaotic, and the flying sword broke through the air. He stepped onto the sword and flew against the wind, turning into a puff of white smoke.
Floating upwards, Gu Han soon arrived at a beautiful mountain peak in the southwest direction.
The peak was beautiful, but the sharp sword lights could be seen everywhere on the cliff plateau, full of murderous intent and blood intent. Even the snowflakes falling from the sky were melted into green smoke.
This was the second peak of Aoyama, Liangwang Peak.
Here were the best disciples from all the peaks. Most of them had reached the State of the Undefeated, and a few of them had even entered the State of Free Travel.
Gu Han liked this feeling very much.
Like most of the young disciples on Liangwang Peak, he didn't like the behavior of the other peaks, including the Inherited Sword Competition. In their eyes, this was just a senseless act of the peaks to continue their inheritance and snatch talents, which was meaningless except for causing serious internal friction.
The sword lights disappeared in the manor cave on the top of Liangwang Peak.
"We can't keep watching like this. I don't know why Layue doesn't like us."
Gu Han said while looking at the back of that person.
"I'll talk to Young Sister. You have to make sure that nothing bad will happen to Qing and Shisui."
That person didn't turn around and asked, "Besides, I want to know what you think of Jing Jiu now."
After a moment of silence, Gu Han said, "I don't like him."
That person turned around. His face was handsome and his expression was mild.
He was Guo Nanshan, the principal disciple of the Sect Master of Aoyama, and he was also the chief disciple of Liangwang Peak.
"Ma Hua has already proven that his views are correct."
Guo Nanshan smiled and said, "But I still support what you're doing. If he can't stand the test of time, it doesn't matter how talented he is. That kid has been humiliated by you several times, but he doesn't even dare to draw his sword. How can he defend the Dao and fight for Aoyama in the future?"
Gu Han said indifferently, "That guy doesn't even have a sword. How could he draw his sword?"
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The snowfall became heavier and heavier, and then gradually disappeared. The withered grass and branches turned green again. It was the beginning of spring again.
The Inherited Sword Competition was about to begin.
It was said that Zhao Layue had finished her hard practice in the Sword Peak and returned, but no one had seen her, including in Jing Jiu's cave residence.
For the Aoyama Sect, the Inherited Sword Competition was a very important event, so all parties attached great importance to it.
Seats had been arranged at the end of the Stream of Sword Washing in advance. There were several huge rocks moved here by the immortal masters of Xilai Peak by their magic to serve as platforms. The huge rocks were so wide that they could hold thousands of people. White clouds and the shallow water between the cliffs flowed along with them, adding to the feeling of a fairyland.
The ordinary disciples by the stream practiced their lessons in silence and nervously, and they couldn't help but look up at the sky once in a while.
The senior brothers of Liangwang Peak and the masters of other peaks in Zhaoge City had returned one after another.
The most eye-catching were the representatives of various sects who had come to watch the competition. A dozen monks from the Guocheng Temple had come, and a few imperial officials from Zhaoge City had come. Shui Yue Nunnery and the Platanus Sect, which were on good terms with the Aoyama Sect, had sent their elders and other important figures. It was said that even the Windy-Broadsword Church in the far north had sent someone.
The inner sect disciples, who had been washing their swords by the stream for many years, had all signed up for the competition as long as they were confident.
Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui, who had natural Dao quality, were naturally the focus of everyone's attention. It was said that even an elder of the Platanus Sect had inquired about Liu Shisui. As for Zhao Layue, she was the center of attention. If it were not for the inconvenience, Shui Yue Nunnery would have already gone to find her.
Everyone wanted to know which peak Zhao Layue would choose in the Inherited Sword Competition.
The answer to this riddle would also solve another riddle that had troubled the Aoyama Sect for many years.
Before Zhao Layue was born, the Aoyama Sect had predicted that she had natural Dao quality and had been protecting her secretly until now. Which important figure had done this?
In addition to Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui, there were more than ten disciples who had also received much attention.
These disciples all performed very well in the process of sword washing, and three of them, like Liu Shisui, were chosen by Liangwang Peak in advance. Since the year before last, they had been taught by Gu Han in the A class. Among them, a disciple named Gu Qing had the highest state and was highly valued by the sect.
If nothing unexpected happened, this disciple named Gu Qing would definitely inherit the sword smoothly.
Gu Qing was not famous because he had been learning swordsmanship in Liangwang Peak as a sword boy and rarely appeared by the Stream of Sword Washing, so he was a bit mysterious.
In the eyes of some people who knew the inside story, Gu Qing's state was even slightly higher than Zhao Layue's, and he should be the strongest among the disciples of this generation.
Because he was the sword boy of Guo Nanshan, the chief disciple of Liangwang Peak, and he was Gu Han's younger brother.
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Before the Inherited Sword Competition began, the Aoyama Sect had a very important matter to solve.
That was the inheritance of the Peak Master of Bihu Peak.
The death of the former Peak Master of Bihu Peak, Lei Poyun, was a secret, and it was an internal affair of the Aoyama Sect, so it was carried out in a very low-key manner.
Except for the head of the Aoyama Sect and the peak masters, no one else watched the battle, not to mention the envoys of various sects who came to watch the competition.
At night, a sword light shone on the Nine Peaks.
The sword will swept between heaven and earth, the Great Formation of Aoyama was activated, and the North Guard opened his eyes and swallowed several beams of starlight. Finally, the winner was decided.
A secluded elder of Bihu Peak defeated Chi Yan of Shangde Peak and successfully took over the position of the peak master.
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The Nine Peaks of Aoyama had already woken up in the morning light. At the end of the stream, countless voices came faintly.
Jing Jiu glanced in that direction and walked to the other side of the stream. He came to the Hall of Sword Washing and knocked on the door.
Everybody went to the stone wall at the end of the stream. The Hall of Sword Washing was so quiet that it should be empty.
Lin Wuzhi didn't leave, as if he had been waiting for Jing Jiu.
"I thought you wouldn't come."
He said to Jing Jiu with a smile.
Jing Jiu said, "I'm used to doing what I have to do today."
Lin Wuzhi opened the register he had prepared and handed over a pen.
Jing Jiu took the pen and wrote down his name on the register.
"Senior Master Mo really appreciates you. For the sake of me waiting for you here, please consider him."
Lin Wuzhi patted Jing Jiu's shoulder and said, "Though … he is indeed not good-looking."
Jing Jiu said after some thought, "I really don't care about beauty or ugliness."
Lin Wuzhi sighed while looking at Jing Jiu's face, thinking that he was right; nobody was as good-looking as Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu walked toward the outside of the Hall of Sword Washing.
Lin Wuzhi collected the register and was about to send it to Shiyue Peak for the record. He suddenly thought of something while looking at Jing Jiu's back.
Where is the sword? Why don't you go and get the sword?
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At the end of the Stream of Sword Washing, both sides of the stream were full of disciples waiting for the Inherited Sword Competition.
There were many figures on both sides of the cliff wall that was a few thousand feet high, probably from the nine peaks.
Above the cliff wall was a patch of cloud and fog, making it impossible to see what was going on inside. The important figures of the Aoyama Sect and the envoys of other sects who came to watch the competition must be among them.
Who would Shui Yue Nunnery send this year? Young Sister Lian wouldn't come in person; would it be her disciple?
Looking at the foggy cliff, Jing Jiu thought of some old acquaintances, which was rare.
It was quite crowded by the stream, with people everywhere.
"Big Brother Jing, here!"
Young Sister Yushan stood up and waved at Jing Jiu, indicating that she had found a good spot for him.
Jing Jiu took a look and found that spot was indeed a good place to watch the competition, but there were too many people there.
He preferred quietness and didn't like crowds, so he didn't want to go to crowded places.
His line of sight naturally fell on the quietest place by the stream.
It wasn't a remote place. There was a large green rock in the stream closest to the cliff wall.
It was very quiet because there was a lonely figure on the bluestone.
Zhao Layue was there.
No disciple dared to get too close to her.
Jing Jiu walked over casually and sat down by her side.
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