The commotion in the stream alerted the masters on the cliffs, and the news spread to the stone platform on the high cliff.
A Young Sister Shui Yue Nunnery, who had just returned from Qingrong Peak, looked at the distance curiously and asked, "Who is this guy? He looks so handsome."
A young disciple of the Windy-Broadsword Church said with furrowed eyebrows, "Judging by the commotion, this guy should be very famous in the Aoyama Sect."
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Looking at the stream, Gu Han had a terrible expression on his face.
Guo Nanshan patted his shoulder, saying nothing with a smile.
Ma Hua didn't seem to see the scene, and scolded with a smile, "This guy doesn't even have a sword, so how could he inherit the sword?"
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Yes, how could he inherit the sword without a sword?
Jing Jiu was empty-handed, so how could he have a sword?
Half a year ago, Jing Jiu climbed the Sword Peak and entered the clouds easily. Everyone thought he would succeed in obtaining the sword soon, but no one saw him climb the Sword Peak again.
So he didn't obtain the fairy sword left by Senior Master Mo.
Many masters, including Senior Master Mei Li, were angry at his lack of ambition, but they had no choice but to accept the fact that Jing Jiu was not a genius like Liu Shisui, and he might have to wait until the next Inherited Sword Competition three years from now to realize his true potential and show his own brilliance.
Unexpectedly, Jing Jiu stood out at this moment.
Did he succeed in obtaining the sword?
Then when did he go to obtain it?
Where was the sword?
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Yes, where was the sword?
Hearing the discussions around him, Jing Jiu realized he had forgotten something.
No wonder he felt he had forgotten something in the past half a year.
Yes, he had forgotten the sword.
That night half a year ago, he and Zhao Layue joined hands to kill the swordsman of the Undefeated of Bihu Peak in the chaotic clouds on the Sword Peak, and then he took the sword with him.
Where did he put the sword?
Jing Jiu began to recall carefully.
He carried the corpse in his left hand, the sword in his right hand, and the head in his right hand. He felt it was inconvenient to carry the head, so he inserted the head into the sword.
Naturally, the sword was stained with blood. After returning to the cave, it was very conspicuous under the light of the lamp.
He felt that it was troublesome to wash the sword, so he threw it to the monkeys on the cliff to clean it.
Then … he forgot about it and forgot to ask for the sword back from the ape.
Yes, that's right.
The sword should still be in the hands of those apes.
It did not take him long to think of these things, but it did take him some time.
The elder of Shiyue Peak had a terrible look on his face, as he asked icily, "Where is the sword?"
He looked at Jing Jiu's empty hands and thought to himself, 'Unless your Sword Pill is completed and you have entered the State of Undefeated, I'd like to see how you are going to make a sword appear.'
"Wait a moment," Jing Jiu said.
He then looked at the cliff downstream and asked, "Where's the sword?"
The forest between the cliffs was extremely dense. Following his voice, the leaves rustled and the apes cried out continuously.
The green forest was slightly disturbed, and smoke and dust could be vaguely seen rising. It was unknown how many apes screamed into the distance, but their voices gradually became softer.
Not long after, the ape's cries got closer. It must have run back.
The forest swayed, and the smoke and dust rose slightly. A dozen apes climbed onto the tree branches.
An ape stood at the highest point of the forest, waving his long arms and crying out anxiously.
That ape was holding a sword in his hand.
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The Cultivation practitioners were everywhere by the stream and in the cliffs. Their eyesight was much sharper than that of the mortals, so they had seen the scene in the cliffs clearly.
Seeing the scene, many people had a terrible look on their faces. Gu Han's face was so gloomy that it looked like it was about to drip water.
As far as the people of the Aoyama Sect were concerned, the flying swords were the most reliable companions and the most steadfast comrades-in-arms.
They loved their flying swords very much. They slept with them every night, cleaned them every day, and nurtured them from time to time.
Unexpectedly, Jing Jiu threw the sword to those apes to play with after he successfully retrieved it.
This was a disrespect to the deceased Senior Master Mo, to Shiyue Peak, and to the word "sword"!
The ape threw the sword at him.
No matter how intelligent he was, he was still a monkey, and he couldn't control the direction of the sword.
The sword tumbled in the air, and was about to fall into the stream.
Seeing this, some people looked even worse. The elder of Shiyue Peak sneered and was about to ride his sword to catch the sword, but he stopped soon after.
It was because Jing Jiu had already raised his hand.
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The sword suddenly stopped spinning in the air.
Whoosh!!! The sword fell down from the air, turning into a flash of green light and disappearing by the stream.
Countless gazes fell on Jing Jiu's right hand.
He was holding a sword in his hand.
The sword had a dim luster, a bit wide and straight. It was the magic sword that Master Mo of Shiyue Peak had returned to the Aoyama Sect last year.
Everyone was shocked.
That sword was still a hundred feet away from the stream in the air.
Jing Jiu reached out his hand, and the sword fell into his hand.
What he did was to retrieve the sword, not to draw it out. But he could call it back from such a long distance, which meant he had reached the State of Perfect Preservation!
So he was qualified to participate in the Inherited Sword Competition.
Xue Yong 'e said excitedly to the people around him, "I knew I was right! He must have been practicing diligently every night in the cave! He is … he is … too good at pretending! "
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People were surprised, but they were dissatisfied after they came back to their senses.
Some people were dissatisfied because they felt they might miss something, like Senior Master Mei Li of Qingrong Peak.
Why didn't she know that Jing Jiu had successfully retrieved the sword?
Looking at Lin Wuzhi, who was smiling silently in the distance, she knew he had guessed it in advance. Her face grew unsightly, as she knew he was one step ahead of her.
Some people were dissatisfied because of Jing Jiu's attitude.
"It's a bit disrespectful for you to treat the sword left behind by your seniors so casually."
Ma Hua's fat face was devoid of a smile, which was rare. He looked very serious.
Jing Jiu glanced at him.
Normally, he wouldn't pay attention to this fat man, but today was the Inherited Sword Competition, so he thought he should be more polite.
"This is my sword."
He had no other explanation than this statement.
This was the sword he retrieved from the Sword Peak, so it was his sword.
Everything in the past should be erased with this sword.
There was no such thing as the sword left behind by the seniors.
He could do whatever he wanted to do.
Hearing this answer, Gu Han and Ma Hua recalled the conversation that had taken place in the same place.
At that time, Gu Han asked sarcastically if Jing Jiu was qualified to use Senior Master Mo's sword. Jing Jiu's answer was very simple, one word: yes.
He was good at ending a boring conversation with a word or a sentence.
Because when he said that word or that sentence, he never hesitated, never thought, there was a sense of it as if it was only right and proper.
"It's really annoying."
Ma Hua said sentimentally.
Gu Han's expression grew colder and colder.
"Now that you have the sword, you can draw it out?"
Guo Nanshan said.
His expression was still mild, with a smile on his face.
Ma Hua felt a chill in his eyes. He understood what Guo Nanshan meant, so he whispered something to someone beside him.
Gu Han suddenly said, "Let Gu Qing do it."
Ma Hua was a bit surprised, thinking that Guo Nanshan thought too highly of that guy.
Jing Jiu's way of drawing the sword was indeed beautiful, but he was just a sword washing disciple after all. Why would he be so valued?
Guo Nanshan said after a moment of silence, "That's fine."
Since Jing Jiu was more arrogant than he had imagined, he should suffer more setbacks, so that he could mature as soon as possible.
He thought he did.
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The gentle breeze stirred the surface of the stream.
A young disciple walked into the stream from the other side.
The gentle breeze lifted his sword robe, making him look like an immortal.
"Oh, this new guy is quite good-looking."
The girl from the Platanus Sect said, "Although not as good as the one on the other side."
The one on the other side was, of course, Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu looked at the young man, feeling a bit surprised.
The disciples by the stream were also discussing, because many of them had never seen this young man before.
Some who knew the inside story explained to them, and then they knew that this young man was the legendary Gu Qing.
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