When Jing Jiu returned to the front, Zhao Layue had already woken up.
She looked around vigilantly, and the small cyan sword was flying silently around her, ready to attack at any time.
She vaguely guessed where they were, but she couldn't believe it, so she became more nervous.
It wasn't until Jing Jiu walked out that her expression relaxed a bit. "What's going on?" she asked.
Jing Jiu said, "As you can see, we're already at the top of the mountain."
Zhao Layue's voice was slightly trembling, "Is this the cave residence of Senior Granduncle?"
Jing Jiu said, "It should be."
Zhao Layue put away Qing Jian and stared into his eyes. After a long silence, she said, "How did you do it?"
She had guessed that Jing Jiu should have a way to reach the top, but she was still very surprised when he really did it and brought her to the top with him.
After some thought, Jing Jiu said, "When you were asleep, a fairy man with a white beard suddenly appeared and brought us here; then he disappeared without a trace."
Zhao Layue looked at him and didn't speak.
Jing Jiu asked, "Is this story not good?"
Zhao Layue said, "No."
Jing Jiu said, "Is it possible for you to believe it a little?"
Zhao Layue looked at him and said seriously, "I'm not Liu Shisui."
Jing Jiu sighed, "It seems that I have to think of another story."
Zhao Layue asked, "Who are you?"
Jing Jiu said, "I'm also looking for the answer."
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There was a stone chair in the cave residence left by Immortal Jingyang. There was a cushion on it, and the cushion was embroidered with simple patterns of flowers and birds with gold thread. It was unknown how many years it had been worn, and the color of the golden thread had long faded. Even the patterns were a little blurred, but it was not broken. The cushion was very thick and soft like a cloud.
Jing Jiu sat on it without hesitation and then watched Zhao Layue looking for something in the cave residence.
"Are you looking for that sword?"
Zhao Layue stopped and looked at him in confusion. "Don't you want to find that sword?"
Jing Jiu wanted to say something to her, but she had already gone somewhere else.
Zhao Layue searched both inside and outside the cave residence, but she still couldn't find the sword. She sensed it with her Sword Awareness, but there was no response.
She walked to the edge of the cliff and looked at the wilderness, wondering if the sword was in the peak. However, Shenmo Peak was so huge. How was he going to find it?
The morning sun was on the other side of the mountains. A few rays of morning light leaked through, illuminating the white clouds. It was still dark below the peak.
Her face was a little pale.
"What happened?"
Jing Jiu walked to her side.
Zhao Layue lowered her head like a child who had done something wrong. "I didn't find the sword."
Jing Jiu said, "It doesn't matter if we can't inherit the sword. We can go to Liangwang Peak."
When he said this, he didn't seem to think that Liangwang Peak would welcome Zhao Layue, but would it also welcome him?
"It's not about inheriting the sword."
Zhao Layue thought that if Senior Grandmaster Jingyang failed in his ascension and the sword was still in Shenmo Peak, it meant that he might still be healing his wounds here.
If the sword was gone, he might not be here either.
She vaguely guessed that Jing Jiu should have some relationship with Senior Grandmaster Jingyang, but she didn't know if she should tell him.
She sat down on the edge of the cliff and hugged her knees, looking very lonely.
This was the first time that Jing Jiu had seen such a weak emotion on her face.
When they met for the first time on the Sword Peak, he had already noticed that this little girl had a deeply hidden melancholy in her eyes.
Tonight, he had found the answer to many questions.
"Senior Grandmaster is dead."
Zhao Layue looked at the quiet mountain and thought of the empty and deserted cave residence.
She murmured, "He's really dead."
What was the meaning of all the things she had done in the past four years?
The pressure, tiredness, and sadness that couldn't be told to others and could only be buried in the bottom of her heart gushed out at this moment.
There was a slight clanging sound.
Qing Jian was cut in half and fell to the ground, losing all his spiritual energy.
Puff! Zhao Layue spat out a mouthful of blood and passed out.
Seeing this scene, Jing Jiu was a bit moved.
He had never had this kind of emotion before. Even if he had, it was something he had forgotten a long time ago.
Since he came to Aoyama again, he had this kind of emotion a few times, like when Liu Shisui drank that cup of tea, and now.
"He's not dead."
Jing Jiu said after a moment of silence, "He almost died."
Having said this, he raised his right hand.
Pah!!!
His palm hit the top of Zhao Layue's head.
His white robe was fluttering in the gentle breeze. An indescribable energy spread out on the peak top.
The endless source of the sword poured into Zhao Layue from the top of her head, protecting her severely damaged Sword Heart, and then slowly healing and healing it.
After a long while, Jing Jiu pulled back his right hand after making sure that she was fine.
He went back to the cave residence to get a handkerchief and wet it with the spring water. Then he walked back to the cliff's edge and held her in his arms, wiping her face.
He wiped her face very carefully. The blood and dust on the little girl's face were soon wiped clean.
Looking at her fluffy and messy short hair, Jing Jiu thought for a while and went back to the cave to get a wooden comb, combing her hair.
The Yin-wood comb that hid the cold aura was perfect for combing one's hair.
The little girl's messy short hair soon became smooth, and the dust disappeared without a trace.
Jing Jiu talked to himself while combing her hair.
"Your family name is Zhao."
"But it was a light snowfall that day, not a heavy snowfall."
"Besides, should I be called Layue when I was born? That's not a good name. "
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When Zhao Layue woke up again, she found herself still in the cave residence of Martial Granduncle Jingyang. But this time, she was not on the cold ground, but on a warm jade bed.
This difference in treatment didn't make her think too much, because she was a bit confused at the moment. She didn't know if she had said anything she shouldn't have when she fainted.
When she saw herself in the bronze mirror, she felt something was wrong. Why was her face so clean, and …
She completely forgot her previous worries and speculations about Jing Jiu's identity. She rushed out of the cave residence and asked, "What did you do to me?"
"I didn't do anything," said Jing Jiu.
"You didn't do anything? Then how do you explain this? "
Zhao Layue said, pointing to her hair.
Her short hair was combed up and tied into a ponytail, facing the sky.
"What's wrong?" asked Jing Jiu.
Zhao Layue said angrily, "How could you tie a ponytail for me?! I'm not a child! "
"Your hair is so short that it's not a ponytail. It's just a ponytail."
Jing Jiu looked at her and said seriously, "And I think it's quite cute."
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