Jing Jiu washed his face with the sword fire as he walked toward the edge of the cliff.
As he walked, the dust fell from his clothes. Soon, his clothes were as clean as new, pure and clean, like a lotus after the rain.
Gu Qing followed him and told him about the important events in the world of cultivation and Aoyama in the past year with a fast and calm voice.
Seeing this, Zhuo Rusui thought, Isn't this the image of a eunuch or a treacherous official often seen in novels? He couldn't help but laugh.
Jing Jiu glanced at him.
Zhuo Rusui quickly stepped aside and said, "I've just cleaned the bamboo chair."
Jing Jiu lay down on the bamboo chair.
Standing by the side, Gu Qing continued, "Guo Nanshan has been here many times, and he has been here before. He talked about the event in Yizhou."
Jing Jiu closed his eyes and didn't say anything. It seemed that the spring weather was really nice today.
Looking at the sky, Zhuo Rusui let out an envious sigh in his mind.
Gu Qing said at last, "The Platanus Sect, Ōzawa, and Shui Yue Nunnery have sent a few letters asking about the date of the ceremony."
If that was all, he wouldn't feel too pressured. The key was that Shanghai Peak was also pressing him.
Jing Jiu said, "It's up to you."
Gu Qing thought helplessly, I'm not the Sect Master, so I can only delay it.
The concept of time in the world of cultivation was different from that in the human world. For example, in the Dao Competition of Zhongzhou School, no one could be sure if it would be held in thirty thousand years. It was common for it to be held a few years earlier or later.
However, this matter couldn't be dragged on indefinitely.
Jing Jiu suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Let's have hotpot today."
It was unclear whether it was because the sun was very nice today, or because he didn't do anything ritualistic after becoming the Sect Master, or because he wanted to review the story of six hundred and three hundred years ago.
Both Taiping Zhenren and Liu Ci had eaten hotpot when they became sect masters.
Gu Qing was a little surprised. He thought to himself, Master, what's wrong with you?
Zhuo Rusui said repeatedly, "Good! Good! Alright! "
Gu Qing glanced at him and felt even more impressed. He thought to himself that he was the only person who could freeload two meals at Shenmo Peak.
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The most important thing about eating hotpot was that it was lively. Of course, there couldn't be too few people. Therefore, Zhao Layue, Yuan Qu, and Ping Yong-Ka, who were cultivating in seclusion, were called out.
Zhuo Rusui, who had been in seclusion at Tianguang Peak for decades, could not understand what he was seeing.
He didn't know that seclusion at Shenmo Peak was so casual.
If the Gu Clan delivered the hotpot, they would be able to get the best soup base and ingredients, no matter if it was the boiled meat from the Hongmao Restaurant or the famous Jiuxiang House in Yizhou. But it was too troublesome and time-consuming.
Shiyue Peak could do it, since it was the request of the Sect Master. But they only knew how to cook the Medicinal Cuisine Pot, and Jing Jiu didn't like the monkeys on that peak. As such, he decided to ask them to provide the ingredients and do the rest himself.
The chef was Ping Yong-Ka. Since he was the youngest and had come from the human world the shortest time, he hadn't forgotten how to cut the vegetables and add the seasonings.
As he was cutting the vegetables, Yuan Qu kindly helped by the side, and Zhuo Rusui was watching the fun; it was because he had never seen anyone cut vegetables.
Jing Jiu didn't pay any more attention to it after taking a glance at it. It took him only three days to learn how to cut vegetables in that small village, and it was easy for him to kill fish and chop chicken. The cucumbers he cut could be pulled to a length of two feet … Ping Yong-Ka's skill was far inferior to that of Shisui, who was ten years old. It was unclear why he wanted to learn sword work.
The soup was made by throwing some slices of ginger and chopped green onions into the pot.
The Cultivation practitioners seldom ate, but they would have a craving for food once in a while. As such, the beef and mutton prepared by Shiyue Peak were of course the best in the world.
Zhuo Rusui threw many slices of mutton into the pot as quickly as he could, scooping them up as soon as they changed color. He put them into his mouth like a willow branch brushing the water in the sesame sauce.
The crowd was stunned.
"The taste is a bit bland."
Zhuo Rusui said this without changing his expression, as the chopsticks in his hand reached for the freshly cut beef ribs.
Gu Qing scooped a bowl of soup hastily and brought it to Jing Jiu before there was too much oil.
Zhao Layue threw a few slices of green vegetables into the soup.
Jing Jiu lay back on the bamboo chair after drinking a few mouthfuls of the soup and eating a slice of green vegetables.
All kinds of meat appeared in the pot, filling it up like a mountain.
A few pairs of chopsticks were stuck on the mountain of meat.
The crowd looked at the pot and waited for the meat to be cooked, saying nothing.
The quiet eating didn't mean that the atmosphere was awkward; it meant that everybody was eating very seriously.
Speaking of which, this should be the first time they had eaten on the Shenmo Peak. In the human world, it should be called "the bottom of the pot", or "the warm house".
As Zhuo Rusui was eating, he suddenly found that he wasn't the one who ate the most.
Zhao Layue ate calmly, but her chopsticks had never stopped moving, and those disciples didn't dare fight for the meat with her, their master …
"I've underestimated you."
Of course, Zhuo Rusui wasn't thinking about the meat, but about the affair between Jian Ruyun and Ma Hua.
He didn't like Jian Ruyun and Ma Hua, and he didn't have any sense of belonging to Liangwang Peak. But he didn't expect that Zhao Layue, who seemed to be obsessed with Cultivation, had such a cruel side. He intended to ask Zhao Layue a few questions, but he changed the topic. "Senior Master Zhao, how do you practice the Acquired Shapeless Sword Body?"
All the people around the hotpot looked at him, and even one of Jing Jiu's protruding ears moved.
Zhao Layue said expressionlessly, "I practice on the Sword Peak."
"I've been sitting on the Sword Peak since last spring, but it's useless. I feel that the wills of sword there don't like me very much."
Zhuo Rusui asked himself, "Is it because my wills of sword are too strong?"
Yuan Qu and Ping Yong-Ka looked at each other, wondering if it wasn't because he was too shameless.
Cultivation was the right thing to do.
Zhao Layue put down the chopsticks and started to talk to him.
Zhuo Rusui listened carefully, but he didn't intend to put down the chopsticks in his hand.
Ping Yong-Ka didn't understand what they were talking about, but he knew it had something to do with the Sword Peak. This reminded him of something. He ran to the bamboo chair and squatted down, saying to Jing Jiu, "Master, I've memorized the sword manual of Qingrong Peak. When can I go to the Sword Peak to get the sword?"
If Jing Jiu didn't take any more disciples, he would be the personal disciple of this generation's Sect Master of Aoyama, just like Zhuo Rusui.
However, Zhuo Rusui obtained a good sword as soon as he entered Tianguang Peak, and then he started to stay behind closed doors. He was already famous when he was Zhuo Rusui's age.
But now … he didn't have a sword.
When he was cutting the beef, mutton, cabbages, scallions and garlic, he used Gu Jian's ordinary sword, which hadn't been replaced yet.
Hearing this, Yuan Qu ran over with the bowl in his hand. He squatted down on the other side of the bamboo chair and said to Jing Jiu, "Senior Master, my sword isn't good enough either …"
Gu Qing thought of something as well, saying, "Master, the Plum Meeting is about to begin. Are you going to hold the Sword Trial, or are you going to appoint a disciple to go?"
Jing Jiu stood up. Zhao Layue knew he was annoyed, but before she could say anything, the peak top was illuminated by the desolate sword light.
Seeing the Sword of the Universe moving away, Gu Qing fell silent for a while, then turned to look at Yuan Qu and Ping Yong-Ka.
Yuan Qu and Ping Yong-Ka knew they had done something wrong, so they didn't dare defend themselves, lowering their heads.
Gu Qing said while pointing to the sky, "I don't have a sword either. What did I say? My Master has his own arrangements. Why are you two so anxious? "
Listening to him, Zhuo Rusui tsked and said, "It looks like you are really going to take over the position of the sect master."
Gu Qing shot him a glance and asked, "Do you have any objection?"
He could be calm and modest at other times; but since this was his Master's arrangement, he wouldn't back down even half a step.
"You can ask me later," said Zhuo Rusui with drooping eyelids.
Having said that, he didn't say anything more, continuing to eat the boiled meat.
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The Sword of the Universe broke through the clouds and came to a high altitude in the sky, then flew toward the place where the clouds and fog were thickest.
The vaguely visible peak in the clouds and fog was Yunxing Peak, the Sword Peak often mentioned by the disciples of Aoyama.
A few iron eagles were startled by the sudden arrival of the flying sword, and the Sword Peak grew even quieter.
Jing Jiu put away the Sword of the Universe and walked among the steep and desolate cliffs.
As he walked, the cliffs trembled slightly, sand and stones poured down, and all kinds of flying swords and sword embryos emerged from the rocks.
Jing Jiu put the two fingers of his right hand together and pinched the Seven-Plum Sword Style.
Sensing the distinct sword will, some flying swords returned to the mountain slowly, and some flew out, hovering around Jing Jiu in Silence.
He glanced around and pointed at a flying sword in the sky.
The flying sword vibrated slightly, as if it was very happy. It flew to Jing Jiu as fast as it could; the other flying swords returned to their respective places quietly.
Jing Jiu took over the flying sword and observed it for a while.
This flying sword was not very straight, with three inconspicuous turns in the middle. The body of the sword was a bit dark; it should have been mixed with the meteoric iron. There were some crystals in the shape of ice on the surface of the sword, which looked like petals.
Jing Jiu was quite satisfied. He brought the flying sword to a higher place and inserted it into a patch of Cloud-Patterned Rocks.
This flying sword was suitable for the Seven-Plum Sword style, but it was not fully formed and needed to be nurtured on the Sword Peak for a while.
Jing Jiu had never thought of replacing Yuan Qu's sword, because he thought it should be the responsibility of the Shangde Peak. But he changed his mind when he saw Yuan Qu's pitiful appearance earlier.
Now that Yuan Qu had a new sword, what should he do with Ping Yong-Ka's sword? After many years of inherited swords, there were fewer and fewer good swords on the Sword Peak, especially as Aoyama grew stronger and stronger, and the returning swords became slower and slower. It was difficult to find a flying sword of a high state here, and it was even more difficult to find a flying sword of a high state suitable for the Endless Sword style.
Qingrong Peak should have kept some good flying swords, but he needed to meet Nan Wang to find them. Jing Jiu didn't even want to think about it.
It seemed that Ping Yong-Ka had to spend a few more years empty-handed.
Jing Jiu walked to the front of the broken cliff and sat in the cave. Looking at the desolate scenery in the peak, he remained silent.
He had just come out from behind closed doors, so he didn't need to cultivate with his eyes closed.
This cliff was close to the peak top, and countless sword wills were formidable and formidable. Other Cultivation practitioners would feel uncomfortable sitting here, and they might even suffer from internal injuries if they sat here for a long time.
But Jing Jiu felt comfortable here, because it was very quiet here. The monkeys didn't scream, and nobody came looking for him.
In the eyes of Yuan Qijing and some others, Jing Jiu had changed a lot compared to his previous life, and the Shenmo Peak had become much livelier.
In fact, he was more used to living alone.
He didn't need to wash his face with the sword fire; he didn't need to come to this peak to pick up trash; he didn't need to think about anything.
Those flying swords and the embryonic swords headed toward the deep part of the mountain. Puffs of smoke and dusts came out from those round and flat holes, merging with the clouds and fog enshrouding the Sword Peak.
The smoke and clouds hadn't dispersed yet.
Seeing this scene, Jing Jiu thought of the Formation of the Dispersing Smoke and Clouds.
The Formation of the Dispersing Smoke and Clouds could help the Cultivation practitioners cut off all the mortal karma, so that they could go on their way with ease, overcome the thunder punishment and open the path to heaven.
Jing Jiu had overcome the thunder punishment and opened the path to heaven, but he hadn't cut off the mortal karma. As such, he was sitting here silently while looking at the smoke and clouds in front of him.
Jing Jiu was certain that the formation he had set up was not problematic. There was only one explanation: his Big Brother had taught him the wrong formation when he taught him.
Of course, there was another explanation, which was that the formation his Big Brother had learned was wrong to begin with.
Jing Jiu had suspected that his Big Brother had an evil intention when he taught him the formation; but it was something that happened seven hundred years ago …
At the time, the King Of The Underworld hadn't been locked in the Fiend Prison yet, and his Big Brother hadn't become Taiping Zhenren yet.
What was his Big Brother doing at the moment? Was he looking at different sceneries on a mountain and feeling the same sentiments, waiting for the arrival of death?
Without the First Child Sword, he couldn't change his sword body, and everything would vanish like the wind and the clouds.
Yet, how could someone like him die quietly?
As long as there was no news of him one day, it meant that he was still alive and hiding somewhere, watching the world and Aoyama that he loved so much.
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Jing Jiu was sneak-attacked by Bai Ren because he didn't sever his mortal connection with the world when he ascended. But why did she do it?
In the next moment, Jing Jiu thought of the Fairy Book he had obtained at the Dao Competition. The fairy awareness Bai Ren attached to the Fairy Book indicated that she intended to come back.
Why did she want to come back after she had gone through so much trouble? Was it because of the fear of the unknown and the infinite?
This was the question that Jing Jiu had been unable to figure out. Even Zhao Layue couldn't understand it.
Bai Ren had left behind six Fairy Books when she ascended, and there were only one main and two accessory books left. What would the Zhongzhou School use these three Fairy Books for?
The Aoyama Sect had only one person in the Heavenly Arrival State, Yuan Qijing. The Zhongzhou School would definitely do something; but what would they dare to do?
Jing Jiu of course wouldn't let go of the Zhongzhou School; but he wouldn't have considered this matter if it were before; but it was different now.
He was the Sect Master of Aoyama, so he had to consider this issue; otherwise, why would he ask Tong Yan to set up the Go game?
Of course, the most important issue at the moment was to figure out what was wrong with the Formation of Dispersed Smoke and Clouds.
His Cultivation state was very low before, so it was meaningless to think about this issue. But now that he had broken through the Sea State, he had to think about ascending again.
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The dim light couldn't penetrate the walls, and the starlight couldn't illuminate the Sword Peak covered by the clouds and fog; only the sunlight could.
One night had passed. The morning sunlight fell down, waking up the iron eagle and Jing Jiu in the cave.
He opened his eyes and went to Shiyue Peak along with the morning sun.
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