Zhao Layue was really angry.
Jing Jiu said hurriedly, "I've thought of a new story, or rather, there's a new development in the story just now. Do you want to hear it?"
Zhao Layue raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "That old immortal again?"
Jing Jiu said, "Yes, when you were in a coma, that old immortal came again. He knew that you were looking for a sword, so he told me."
Zhao Layue thought of this guy's secrets and the things that had happened one after another. She was a bit nervous and said, "Do you really know where that sword is?"
Jing Jiu looked at her and said with a smile, "He said … that sword has always been in your hand."
Zhao Layue was a bit confused. She looked at her hands and suddenly noticed the sword bracelet on her wrist.
Could it be … that's what he was talking about?
She was a bit excited. The sword bracelet silently rose up and turned into a silver sword rope, fluttering in the air.
Jing Jiu reached out his hand.
Zhao Layue looked at him in Silence and handed the sword rope to him.
Jing Jiu held the sword hilt with his left hand and tightly held the sword rope with his right hand, slowly sliding it down.
With a series of crackling sounds, silver sparks splashed out from the gap between his hand and the sword rope.
The silver sparks flew and fell down. The metal on the surface of the sword rope peeled off like a snake shedding its skin, revealing its true appearance.
The color of the sword was bright red, like coral, but also like fresh blood.
Zhao Layue looked at the sword and murmured, "So beautiful … is this the Thoughtless Sword?"
Jing Jiu said, "Yes, this is the Thoughtless Sword."
He handed the sword to Zhao Layue.
Zhao Layue was silent for a long time, but she didn't take it.
"You found this sword, so it's naturally yours."
The Thoughtless Sword represented more than just a sword. It was also the legacy of Shenmo Peak, Jingyang's legacy.
Zhao Layue was very proud and didn't want to accept this kind of gift. She looked at Jing Jiu and asked, "Are you a descendant of Martial Granduncle? Or are you the true successor of Martial Granduncle? "
Jing Jiu thought for a moment and said, "From a certain point of view, both theories make sense."
Zhao Layue said, "Then this sword should be yours all the more."
Jing Jiu said, "You said that he chose you to be the inherited sword disciple of Shenmo Peak."
"I haven't met Martial Granduncle. I only know that he met my mother when he passed by Zhaoge City. He appointed me as the inherited sword disciple when I was still in my mother's belly. Aoyama Sect had already sent masters to protect me. As a result, I wasn't destined to be an ordinary noble lady even before I was born. I didn't need to marry for the benefit of my family, nor did I need to participate in those boring poetry meetings. I didn't need to worry about being selected to enter the royal palace. My life was blessed."
Zhao Layue said, "All the beauty and jealousy were given to me by Martial Granduncle, but … I haven't met him, and I haven't discovered the secret of this sword. I don't have the ability to climb to Shenmo Peak, so how can I be qualified to be his successor?"
Jing Jiu said, "Maybe he didn't think so."
Zhao Layue raised her head and looked at him.
Jing Jiu said, "Your ability and your will are not important, because his will is very clear. You have been wearing this sword bracelet since you were born, which means he wanted you to inherit Shenmo Peak from the very beginning. Otherwise, why would he put the Thoughtless Sword by your side? "
Zhao Layue remained silent for a long time. She glanced at Jing Jiu and didn't say anything more. She walked to the sword platform in the deep part of the manor cave and inserted the Thoughtless Sword into it with a solemn expression.
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…
The long night had passed. The morning light illuminated the high peak top, but it was still very dark at the foot of the mountain.
Most of the people at the foot of the peak had left. Among the guests, the high monk of the Guocheng Temple and the two princes of Zhaoge City were still there. The little girl of the Platanus Sect was still holding on. As for the disciples of the nine peaks like Guo Nanshan, Lin Wuzhi, and Gu Han, they had to wait until the end.
People had no confidence that Zhao Layue and Jing Jiu could climb to the top of Shenmo Peak. After one night, even the last hope had been shattered. What people didn't understand was why the Sect Master hadn't rescued them yet. Were they all right? Were they in any danger?
Suddenly, a gust of wind rose in Shenmo Peak.
The wind howled, making the wild trees on the mountain shake incessantly. The thick broken leaves at the bottom of the forest rose with the wind and danced wildly in the sky. It was a spectacular and beautiful scene.
Guo Nanshan was slightly alarmed. Why could he hear the sound in Shenmo Peak?
He didn't have time to think more deeply before another drastic change occurred.
The wind rolled the fallen leaves up to the top of Shenmo Peak and finally touched the cliff wall illuminated by the morning light.
The morning light seemed to ignite the powder of the fallen leaves. A raging fire was ignited on the cliff, soundless but wild.
It wasn't a real fire. It emitted infinite light but no heat.
The cliff wall and forest of Shenmo Peak were illuminated, as if it was daytime.
But it wasn't over yet. The cliff wall and forest even began to emit countless rays of light from the inside out.
People could clearly see the partition of the Sword Formation. Shenmo Peak was like a giant glass that was broken but not cracked. There were countless faces inside, reflecting the light. It was magnificent.
The light became denser and brighter, and the partition lines became more and more blurred. At a certain moment, a light sound was heard between heaven and earth.
Like the fire, this sound wasn't real, but it fell clearly in everyone's heart.
Whether it was the Sword Discernment, the Zen Heart, or the Ocean of Consciousness, they could all hear this sound.
This was the sound of a sword.
This was the sound of a silver vase breaking.
The jade beads fell on the plate.
It was extremely crisp.
…
…
The gentle wind blew over, and the morning light dispersed slightly.
The wild fire in the cliff had disappeared, and the sound of a sword had also disappeared.
Shenmo Peak stood under the sky, still as tranquil and solemn as ever.
It seemed that nothing had happened, and the mountain was still the same.
However, everyone knew that this mountain was different from before.
The forbidding formation of the Sword Formation was lifted, and Shenmo Peak reappeared in the human world.
The inheritance of the ninth peak of Aoyama was continued!
Looking at the lonely peak under the morning light, Guo Nanshan remained silent, Lin Wuzhi was pleasantly surprised, and Gu Han was bewildered and speechless.
The young girl of the Platanus Sect rubbed her tired eyes and asked, "What happened?"
The elder of Shiyue Peak who presided over the Inherited Sword Formation said sentimentally, "Congratulations to Young Senior Master for continuing the inheritance."
The sad voice of the Peak Master of Qingrong came from a distance.
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