Jing Jiu shook his head.
Zhao Layue glanced at him and said, "Do you think I'm weird?"
Jing Jiu said, "You can say whatever you want."
Zhao Layue walked to his side and looked at the surrounding cliffs, saying, "You know what? The person I admire the most is Martial Granduncle Jingyang. "
Jing Jiu said, "Many people admire him."
Zhao Layue said, "But I've never seen him."
Jing Jiu said, "Few people have seen him."
Zhao Layue glared at him.
Jing Jiu raised his hand and motioned for her to continue.
Zhao Layue calmed down and continued, "I've always regretted it. I thought it would be great if I could cultivate with Martial Granduncle in the same era."
Jing Jiu felt that he had become a bit like Liu Shisui, always wanting to say something.
For example, at this moment, he really wanted to congratulate her.
Zhao Layue said, "But now that I've finally come to his peak, I feel like I'm with him. I'm very happy."
Thinking of the hidden teacups and utensils in the cave residence and looking at her loose clothes, Jing Jiu finally confirmed a fact.
This genius girl, who was arrogant and indifferent in the eyes of the world, turned out to be a fanatical follower of Jingyang.
Thinking that he was standing next to her, Jing Jiu felt a bit weird and asked, "Weren't you worried that he would fail in his ascension and die?"
Zhao Layue said, "Martial Granduncle was prepared for this. In that case, who in the world could harm him?"
Jing Jiu said, "I think you're thinking too much."
Zhao Layue said, "The Thoughtless Sword has always been by my side, so it's obvious that I'm Martial Granduncle's backup plan in advance. Of course, there's also you."
Jing Jiu said, "We're different."
Zhao Layue asked, "What's different?"
Jing Jiu said, "It is indeed different."
Zhao Layue said, "I have a sword bracelet, and so do you. I want to come here, and so do you. And now we are here."
Jing Jiu looked at his bracelet and thought that it did make sense.
But he knew that wasn't the case. He shook his head, lay down on the bamboo chair, and closed his eyes to rest.
He didn't know when he had moved the bamboo chair from the Sword Washing Stream.
Closing his eyes didn't mean that he was sleeping. It could be that he was silently calculating something.
Resting didn't mean doing nothing. He could take the opportunity to calm his mind and observe himself.
Jing Jiu immersed his mind into his own body.
This was not the first time he had seen himself, but he was still not used to it. It took him some time to see the sea.
That boundless, unfathomable silver sea.
The breeze brought about by the thought caused ripples on the silver sea, which looked like molten metal.
The sea was higher than the land. At the edge of the sea, there were countless rivers that flowed into the depths of the dry wilderness.
The rivers were the meridians.
Higher up in the sky, the rivers became thinner and became a passage in the trunk. A tall tree appeared in front of him.
This was the tree born from the Dao seed.
There was a fruit hanging in the deep end of the Dao tree.
The color of this fruit was very light, so it was hard to tell if it was ripe or not.
In other Cultivation sects, this fruit would become the Golden Pill or the Life Bell.
For the disciples of Aoyama, this fruit was called the Sword Fruit.
The Zhen Yuan in his meridians had turned into a mercury-like substance, which meant that the Sword Source had become pure.
As time went by, the Sword Fruit would become completely transparent under the nourishment of the Sword Source, turning into a Sword Pill like a colored glaze.
The day the Sword Pill was formed was also the day he entered the State of Inherited Will.
However, he was looking forward to the moment he entered the State of the Undefeated, because by then his flying sword would be able to merge with the Sword Pill. In other words, he would be able to take the flying sword back into his body.
He wanted to know what would happen if he did that.
For other Cultivation practitioners, this was not a problem.
But in the Aoyama Sect, Chaotian, or even the whole world, there had never been such a situation.
Jing Jiu opened his eyes and found Zhao Layue sitting cross-legged by the cliff's edge, meditating.
The red Thoughtless Sword hovered above her head in Silence.
A faintly discernible energy traveled back and forth between the Thoughtless Sword and her body.
Zhao Layue had completed the State of Inherited Will after years of diligent Cultivation on the Sword Peak. With the help of the Thoughtless Sword, she should be able to enter the State of the Undefeated in two years.
When would Jing Jiu enter the State of Inherited Will? It was still the same word — wait.
He didn't get hurt when he challenged the peak last night, but he still consumed a great deal of Sword Source. It was rare for him to feel tired, so he didn't have the energy to play with the sand.
It was a good time to take a nap, so he closed his eyes and prepared to sleep for a while.
Unexpectedly, as he was about to fall asleep, he heard a series of monkeys' cries coming from the cliff below.
The monkeys' cries were very loud, and they were obviously very happy.
Zhao Layue opened her eyes and asked, "What's going on?"
Jing Jiu said, "The monkeys are moving."
Before Jingyang ascended, all the birds and beasts on the Shenmo Peak were driven away and scattered among the peaks.
Several years later, the Shenmo Peak was reopened again. Those birds and beasts didn't know about it, but the monkeys behind the cliff of the Stream of Sword Washing moved back as fast as they could.
Those monkeys had been living in this mountain for countless years, and had long been tired of wandering in the outside world.
Now there were no tigers or leopards that dared to compete with them for territory on the Shenmo Peak, and the forest was full of sweet fruits. Of course, the monkeys were happy.
The only regret was that there were fewer insects on the mountain, so it was difficult to have a sumptuous feast.
"Shut up," Jing Jiu said to the cliff below.
The monkeys' cheerful cries suddenly disappeared.
Although they couldn't see it, they could imagine how scared and uneasy the monkeys were.
The peak became dead silent again.
Zhao Layue shot Jing Jiu a glance.
Jing Jiu added, "Just keep your voice down."
The monkeys screamed happily, as if they were replying, but their voices were much lower.
The Shenmo Peak became lively again.
But it didn't take long for the cliffs to become noisy again.
The angry screams of the monkeys, the sounds of twigs breaking, and the sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground could be heard everywhere.
"What's going on?" asked Zhao Layue.
"The monkeys of Shiyue Peak are here to compete for territory. Those guys are not big, but there are too many of them."
Jing Jiu was about to descend the mountain with his iron sword in his hand.
Zhao Layue was taken aback, asking, "What are you going to do?"
"Help the monkeys fight."
Jing Jiu said it in a natural tone, as if it were a matter of course.
Zhao Layue exclaimed in surprise, "Help the monkeys fight?"
"These are our monkeys."
Jing Jiu turned into a band of green smoke and jumped into the forest at the foot of the cliff.
Zhao Layue came back to her senses after a long moment of bewilderment. Thinking of Jing Jiu's last words, she felt ashamed and annoyed.
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