The cold stars were dim, and the bronze color shocked the wind and rain when they came out of the box. The dragon scales were three feet long, and the tiger's energy was a thousand years old.
He remembered that he had brought an old friend to the Desolate Valley. This Dao was like the earth now. The divine light flowed, and I saw the well-dressed again.
The guest's journey. Mingpei was engaged by the Central Plains, and only understood the understanding and heart. Looking back at Su Tai, the fish intestines suddenly rose, and countless pieces grew out.
Trying to hang oneself, one must leave the grave grass, and the ostrich tide; it is hard to tell a hero. To a gentleman from Zhou, one must forget the favors and grudges.
(Looking at Yuanxing, Chanting the Sword of Ji from Yanling, Qing: Cao Zhenji)
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There was more than one manor cave on the peak of Shenmo Peak.
Besides the monkeys, only Jing Jiu knew where the other manor caves were.
The manor cave in the Daoist Hall on the peak top seemed to be only one, but it was actually a different world inside, which could lead to the sky and to countless quiet places on the lonely peak.
There was a manor cave in the deep part of the mountain, and a pond carved out of a whole piece of mountain jade was on the ground. The surface of the pond was very smooth, but it was not filled with water, but a pale golden liquid, exuding a soft glow.
Jing Jiu lay in the pond with his eyes closed.
The pale golden liquid submerged his neck, covering his body, which was even smoother and whiter than the surface of the jade pond. Only his pale but beautiful face could be seen.
It was unclear what this pale golden liquid was, but it exuded a very pure spiritual energy. Though it was not as pure as the Fairy Book of Longevity in his left hand, it was many times purer than the spiritual energy in the herb garden on Shiyue Peak. Was it possible that the liquid was the magic pills dissolved in the water?
After a long while, Jing Jiu opened his eyes and stood up from the jade pond. The luminous pearls on the cave wall sensed his movement, illuminating the manor cave.
The pale golden liquid dripped down from the fingertips of his right hand and fell back into the jade pond; its color seemed to be much lighter.
His right hand was still badly deformed, looking like a twisted sword.
The pale golden liquid dripped down, and his body became clean instantly, without a single drop remaining. It was unclear whether the liquid was a bit strange, or his skin was too smooth.
Jing Jiu walked to the front of the stone wall and opened the hidden door with a wave of his hand. He took out the white cloth he had prepared earlier and put it on, and then closed the door.
In this short period of time, they could see that behind the Hidden Door was an even larger cave abode. There were some miscellaneous items inside, and countless crystals were piled up.
It turned out that the faint golden liquid in the jade pool was made of crystal stones.
With the size of the Jade Pool, it would take at least several hundred pieces of liquefied crystal stones to fill it up. This was more than what a mid-level sect needed in a year, but he was using it to bathe?
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Of course, Jing Jiu wasn't taking a bath.
Although he was from Zhaoge City, he had spent most of his life in Aoyama, and had developed the habits of a southerner. He was also very lazy.
He was recuperating.
In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that his injuries were too severe and he needed to seriously think of a solution, he wouldn't have remembered that he had hidden so many crystals in Shenmo Peak back then.
After soaking in the jade pool for such a long time, the cracks on the surface of his sword pellet and arm bones had already recovered, but the injury on his right hand had not improved.
He raised his right hand to his eyes and made a few motions.
His severely deformed right hand was very inconvenient to move, and his movements were somewhat stiff and strange.
He shook his head, put his right hand behind his back, and rose into the air.
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The heavy stone door was opened, bringing up a bit of smoke and dust.
As Gu Qing and Yuan Qu walked out from the grand hall, the monkeys at the foot of the cliff screamed a few times.
The white cat by the cliff's edge opened his eyes. Cold Cicada had almost fallen off the cliff, but it was lifted up by an invisible force.
Zhao Layue turned up from the bamboo chair and looked at Jing Jiu walking out from the manor cave, asking, "How did it go?"
Jing Jiu didn't expect that Liu Ada wasn't in her bosom, but then he realized why, saying, "There are still some problems."
Monk Duhai was the Principal Justice of the Guocheng Temple, and his fighting prowess should be among the top five. He was even more formidable when he employed the Prajna Palm, a powerful method like the World Prajna Palm.
Jing Jiu was in the middle state of Free Travel, and he was undoubtedly the strongest swordsman among the young Cultivation practitioners; but he was still much weaker than Monk Duhai.
Most importantly, his Cultivation state was not high enough for him to exert the true power of his body.
His body was rather special. Back when he had just joined the Aoyama Sect, he had killed Zuo Yi of Bihu Peak on the Sword Peak; it was because of his body.
This body had brought him many benefits; for instance, it was not easy for him to get injured. As a result, he was able to break Guo Nanshan's sword in the Sword Trial of Aoyama and deal with the Unicorn who had his Cultivation state suppressed for a long time. But it also brought about a problem; if this body was seriously injured, it would be hard for him to recover.
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A broken sword had to be repaired, and a wounded person had to be treated.
The people in Aoyama were all Cultivation practitioners, so there was no need for doctors. The magic pills of Shiyue Peak could solve most of the problems.
Yet, Jing Jiu went to Yunxing Peak.
Innumerable clouds and fog enshrouded this peak, which was driven by an invisible force to travel around all year round. It was probably for this reason that it was called Yunxing Peak.
Standing in front of the peak with Zhao Layue, Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue didn't recall what had happened in the past. Instead, they thought of the Cloud-Dream Mountain of the Zhongzhou School, though they had never been there.
The disciples of Yunxing Peak were surprised to see them. They approached them hastily and asked if they needed any help.
If the flying swords of Aoyama were badly damaged, they would be sent to Yunxing Peak to be repaired, and then sent to the rocks on the peak to be nurtured and tempered.
The disciples of Yunxing Peak thought that Jing Jiu had come to repair the sword; they were both nervous and excited, wondering if they could see the rumored Sword of the Universe today.
There were many secrets about the battle in the Guocheng Temple, but the duel between Jing Jiu and the Unicorn became the most famous event in Aoyama over the years after Zhuo Rusui deliberately publicized it.
Everybody knew that the black iron sword of Senior Master Mo had been reborn in the hands of the Young Senior Master and upgraded to a flying sword of the Fairy State. The disciples of Aoyama were naturally curious about it.
It was a pity that they couldn't see the Sword of the Universe, because it was not the sword that Jing Jiu wanted to repair.
Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue walked side by side to the top of Yunxing Peak. It was unclear whether it was because he followed some ancient rules, or he still didn't like riding the sword.
The Yunxing Peak was full of rugged rocks and steep cliffs. It was desolate, devoid of any greenery or living creatures.
The sword wills could be vaguely seen in the cliffs, among the rocks, and in the clouds and mist.
Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue soon arrived at the middle section of Yunxing Peak, disappearing into the clouds and mist.
The disciples of Yunxing Peak dispersed.
The clouds and mist that never dispersed could block the disciples' sight, but it couldn't block the sight of Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue.
Both the born shapeless sword body and the acquired shapeless sword body had a pair of sword eyes that could see through the illusion.
"We, the old people, are still used to calling this place the Sword Peak."
Looking at the oddly-shaped rocks and sensing the sword wills everywhere, Jing Jiu said, "According to the conjecture of the great masters, the Heavenly Slaying Eye of the spiritual vein of Aoyama is in the deep underground of the Sword Peak. It's just that the sword wills in that place are so fierce that nobody can get close to it to check."
Zhao Layue said, "The great masters of every generation used the killing intent and spiritual energy leaking out from this place to refine and hide their swords. Is that why Yunxing Peak is called the Sword Peak?"
Jing Jiu said while shaking his head, "Heaven and earth formed a peak by itself, and swords were born in the peak. That's why it's called the Sword Peak."
Zhao Layue was a bit confused, wondering if the Aoyama Sect didn't come into being first and then the Sword Peak.
Jing Jiu said, "Tens of thousands of years ago, this peak nurtured a sword by itself. The great masters of the sect comprehended the true meaning of the sword work, and that's how the Aoyama Sect came into being."
Zhao Layue was very surprised. Nobody had told her about this when she was learning the sword by the Stream of Sword Washing, and there were no relevant records in the Sword Scripture.
In other words, that sword was, in a sense, the ancestor of Aoyama?
Jing Jiu knew what she was thinking about, saying, "Over the past tens of thousands of years, this peak has been producing new flying swords continuously. The sword belongs to Aoyama. In the beginning, it didn't mean that the swordsman would leave his sword to his disciples after his death, so that they could inherit the spirit of the sword work of Aoyama. It's just a literal meaning."
Zhao Layue said thoughtfully, "The sword comes from Aoyama, and the swordsman has spent his whole life cultivating it. So it's only natural that the sword should be returned to Aoyama after the sword practitioner's death."
Jing Jiu continued to lead her upward.
The higher they went up Yunxing Peak, the thicker the fog became, and the sword wills became fiercer and denser.
Those flying swords, which were produced by heaven and earth and returned by the masters of the previous generation before their death, were hidden in the rocks and stuck in the cracks of the cliffs.
Some flying swords had handles, but some didn't. They were like nails stuck in the cliff rocks. Some of them looked like embryos of swords that had just been forged in a blacksmith's shop. They were primitive and primitive, lying in the rocks or stuck in the rocks like twigs. It was hard to distinguish them from each other.
Zhao Layue thought that these flying swords should be produced by the Sword Peak, but it would take thousands of years for them to develop their sharpness.
Those flying swords in the cliffs suddenly quivered slightly, emitting a low and inaudible buzzing sound.
Though Zhao Layue couldn't hear the sound, she could sense the change of the sword wills. Her expression changed slightly.
She had tempered her body with the sword wills for several years in this place, and finally acquired the Acquired Shapeless Sword Body. So she was quite familiar with the environment and the sword wills here. But she didn't understand why these flying swords behaved so restlessly. She looked behind Jing Jiu, wondering if it had something to do with the Sword of the Universe.
The Sword of the Universe was wrapped in many layers of cloth, and its brightness and sharpness had disappeared. It looked rather inconspicuous, but it was still tied to Jing Jiu's back.
"So noisy," said Jing Jiu.
Those flying swords quieted down immediately.
Jing Jiu looked at a place on the Sword Peak.
The Sword of the Universe broke out of the cloth and turned into a bright and desolate sword light. It pierced through layers of clouds and mist and stuck in a spot in the cliffs, starting to nourish itself.
He didn't come here to return the sword. He just felt that this sword was too desolate and sharpness was too strong. Fearing that Gu Qing couldn't control it, he brought it to the Sword Peak to nourish itself.
Of course, the most important reason was that he came here to see if he could recover from his wounds.
Normally, as a gifted swordsman, he should know a lot about sword cultivation; but he didn't have much experience.
Back when he was at the Shangde Peak or the Shenmo Peak, he had been in closed-door training all year round. He didn't see any of his colleagues, and he seldom fought with others. In the few fights he had, his sword was usually unrivaled, and he seldom met his flying swords. He used the fastest Lone Sword and the fastest Thoughtless Sword alternately, so the swords wouldn't be damaged.
The clouds and mist grew thicker. A sword light lit up in Zhao Layue's black and white eyes. She had a clear look at the surrounding environment and found it somewhat familiar. Then she saw the cave on the cliff.
She had sat cross-legged in this cave for three years.
"Is it comfortable?" asked Jing Jiu.
He was asking if it was comfortable to sit in the cave for a long time.
Looking at Jing Jiu's face, Zhao Layue naturally recalled him jumping in front of her all of a sudden, curling up the corners of her mouth.
"It's okay. And the sword will is born in the cliff, so I can feel it more fully."
Jing Jiu waved his hand and made another cave next to the cave.
The two caves were similar in shape, about three feet above the ground, but the latter cave was a little bigger.
Zhao Layue sat in the cave, and Jing Jiu sat in the cave next to it. They closed their eyes at the same time.
Jing Jiu came to the Sword Peak for treatment, but Zhao Layue came for other reasons.
From the time she chased after Yin San in the Guocheng Temple to Ōzawa, she forcibly broke through the state and entered the middle state of the Free Travel on the way. It was inevitable that she had some problems.
Jing Jiu asked her to come to the Sword Peak to refine her body with the sword will again and stabilize her state.
This method was very dangerous. In the whole of Aoyama, only Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue could do it.
But this method couldn't be used for a long time or many times. Otherwise, the Sword Spirit might be hidden and hurt her Dao Heart.
Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue had the sword will to guard their hearts, so they ignored the outside world. They entered the state of emptiness as soon as they closed their eyes and breathed slowly until they couldn't hear anything.
The clouds and mist drifted over. Sitting in the cliff cave, they seemed to become two stone statues, partly visible and partly visible.
Half a year later, another summer came to Aoyama. The Great Formation opened the cloud vortex and let the thunderstorm fall. Dozens of flying swords left the peak and were refined in the thunderstorm. Bihu Peak attracted lightning constantly, and the surface of the lake was brightly illuminated.
In the manor cave by the Stream of Sword Washing, a young disciple saw this scene. He was greatly shocked, and his willpower became firmer.
The next morning, he climbed to the Yunxing Peak alone. He was determined to reach the highest point today and find his own flying sword.
In the evening, with his clothes torn, he finally climbed into the clouds and mist and came to the upper part of the mountain.
The surrounding clouds and mist suddenly dispersed, and he found himself at the edge of a cliff. There were two cliff caves in front of him, and there were two stone statues of a man and a woman in each cave.
He walked to the front of the cliff cave curiously and reached out his hand to touch the stone statue, only to find that it was a human!
The young disciple was startled, wondering if it was the slough of a master of the previous generation who had returned the sword to Aoyama.
If it was true, his previous actions were disrespectful. He knelt down hastily and kowtowed to the cliff cave.
The moment his knees touched the ground, Yunxing Peak suddenly quaked!
The strong wind was howling, and the clouds and mist were moving at a high speed. A strange grinding sound came out from the deep end of the peak, as if the cliff was about to collapse.
The young disciple's face turned pale, wondering if his disrespectful behavior toward a senior had triggered the divine punishment. He kowtowed to the ground a few times, and then turned around and fled down the mountain.
The change of the wind and clouds couldn't be caused by the behavior of a young disciple.
The unusual movement on Yunxing Peak attracted a lot of attention. A dozen sword lights flew out from various peaks, all of them elders in the Broken Sea State.
The peak master of Bihu, Chen Youtian, and the late banquet of Shangde Peak arrived. Even Nan Wang had left Qingrong Peak.
The peak master of Xilai Peak, Fang Jingtian, stood at the highest point, looking at a place in the distance with a grave expression.
The clouds and mist were dispersing, and the Sword Peak was about to reveal its true appearance, indicating that the Sword Formation of Aoyama was being activated.
There were only two possibilities: one was that an unimaginably powerful enemy had come to attack, and the other was that the Sword Formation of Aoyama had found some information about a hidden swordsman in the world and was about to kill him from a long distance.
In the cliff cave, Zhao Layue opened her eyes and looked at the thinner clouds and mist and the sword lights in the sky. "What's going on?" she asked with a slightly surprised expression.
Jing Jiu asked, "Have you ever heard of a sword style called 'falling from the sky'?"
(End of this chapter)
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