Ada was even more astonished, staring at her with widened eyes. He didn't feel relieved until he was sure that it was not a big deal, wondering if she didn't lose even though she had been beaten so badly.
"Those women are shameless. They attacked me together because they had the advantage in numbers."
Nan Wang wiped off the blood on the corners of his mouth and wiped off the blood on Ada's body with his sleeve. "If the Chief Nun was alone, she wouldn't be a match for me," he said.
Hearing this, Ada knew that she and the Chief Nun must have fought to a draw. But he wondered why she fought with the Chief Nun instead of going to find Lian Sanyue.
After Jing Jiu became the sect master that year, Nan Wang began to doubt his identity. He brought Ada to Qingrong Peak and interrogated him for a long time. In the end, he was misled by Ada into thinking that Jing Jiu was the son of Jingyang and Lian Sanyue. After staying behind closed doors for a few years, she left Aoyama and went to the Shui Yue Nunnery to find trouble with Lian Sanyue.
She said resentfully, "That shrew is not here. I'm not sure if she has hidden herself after hearing that I'm going there."
Ada wondered who was the shrew? Well, both of them were shrews.
In the next moment, he thought that Nan Wang must have improved his Cultivation state since he dared to find trouble with Lian Sanyue and could fight to a draw with the Chief Nun. It seemed that he had reached the upper limit of the Broken Sea State by now. He couldn't help but feel startled. It seemed that being affectionate might ruin one's life, but it didn't mean that one's Cultivation would be affected.
Having said that, Nan Wang returned to Qingrong Peak by stepping on the bridge of sword wills. He drank a jar of wine on a flowering tree and entered a remote manor cave.
There was a woman chained by two iron chains in the manor cave.
Seeing Nan Wang come in, the woman knelt down slowly; the silvery bells on her body and the iron chains gave off a similar sound.
Though she knelt down, she didn't make a sound. No sign of submission could be seen on her indifferent face.
Her name was Nan Zheng. She was captured by Nan Wang in a temple in the wilderness and brought back to Aoyama. It had been several years since then.
Nan Zheng was a fugitive of the southern barbaric tribes and an assassin of Bulao Lin, and in the end, she was the servant of Nan Qü's body. For some reason, Nan Wang didn't kill her.
"Shave your head later and change your clothes. I'll send you out of the mountain and you'll have to figure out a way to enter the Shui Yue Nunnery."
Nan Wang said, "Those women like to meddle in other people's business and save poor women. Knowing your background and the enmity between us, they will probably accept you."
After a moment of silence, Nan Zheng said, "Why do you want to go to Shui Yue Nunnery?"
"I don't want you to kill anyone. I want you to find out if Lian Sanyue is dead or not, and find out what has happened to Guo Dong."
Nan Wang said, "If you do this well, I'll let you go."
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Sitting by the cliff's edge, Ping Yong-Ka looked at Qingrong Peak on the opposite side, his fingers moving unconsciously.
Dozens of thin and shapeless sword wills appeared gradually between his fingers, and then intertwined with each other, as he was feeling at the moment.
After he came to Shenmo Peak and became a disciple of Jing Jiu, what he learned was the Endless Sword style of Qingrong Peak. After a few years, his sword wills had been cultivated to a high level, and he had become very familiar with the sword style. But how could he practice without a sword?
There were some swords on Qingrong Peak that were suitable for the Endless Sword style, which he had heard from his Big Brother Gu Qing. His Big Brother must have heard it from his Master. However, he didn't dare go to Qingrong Peak. He knew without his Big Brother's reminder that his Master didn't like Qingrong Peak, and those Senior Masters and Big Sisters were much more formidable than tigers.
Looking at the tightly closed stone door of the manor cave, Jing Jiu sighed.
His Master was behind closed doors, the Senior Masters were behind closed doors, and Big Brother Yuan Qu was also behind closed doors in preparation for inheriting the sword a few years later. Even Big Brother Gu Qing was behind closed doors in the hall, having put aside his other affairs.
Jing Jiu was the only one who had nothing to do on Shenmo Peak. He didn't want to ride the horses, ignore the monkeys, and didn't dare stroke the cats. It was truly boring.
The spring wind blew over the ocean of clouds, and the wild flowers on the cliff quivered slightly. Jing Jiu suddenly stood up and walked into the Daoist Hall.
Yuan Qu was behind closed doors in the deep end of the Daoist Hall. Gu Qing thought there might be an emergency, so he stayed behind closed doors by the window to make sure he could hear the monkeys' cries.
Ping Yong-Ka walked to the back of Gu Qing and found that his Big Brother's Cultivation state was still in the initial state of the Free Travel after he went out with his Master, but his energy was obviously different.
Jing Jiu was more determined now, saying, "Big Brother, I want to go down the mountain."
If it were someone from other peaks or other Cultivation sects, he would be very angry when he was suddenly disturbed while he was behind closed doors, and he might even be possessed by the devil. However, the Cultivation on Shenmo Peak had always been casual. Gu Qing opened his eyes and rubbed his face, saying, "My Master said that only those who have broken the sea can go out of the mountain, unless he gives special permission."
What Jing Jiu meant was that it was fine for Jing Jiu to go down the mountain, but it was meaningless to ask him. Jing Jiu should go directly to the manor cave to find his Master.
Ping Yong-Ka said, "I want to go down the mountain, not go out … I plan to go to Yunxing Peak."
Gu Qing was somewhat surprised. He looked at Jing Jiu and asked, "Aren't you going to wait?"
Ping Yong-Ka said, "Cultivation is after all my own business. I can't be like a little bird, waiting for my Master's arrangement."
"My Master is not an old man, so this is not important. What's important is that you can make this decision, which is better than me and Yuan Qu."
Gu Qing said this while looking at Jing Jiu with a smile, showing an appreciative expression.
Ping Yong-Ka said innocently, "I don't want to be different from others on purpose. Big Brother, don't misunderstand me."
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The disciples of Shenmo Peak were good at speaking with an innocent expression.
For instance, Yuan Qu, Ping Yong-Ka, and Gu Qing would act like this once in a while. Even Cold Cicada, who didn't have a face, could give off this kind of energy accurately.
But what was the meaning of an innocent expression?
Was it innocence in the eyes, confusion, and ignorance?
No, it wasn't enough. A bit of bitterness and helplessness should be added.
The steep cliffs of the Sword Peak were enshrouded in clouds and fog. Ping Yong-Ka felt that he was innocent as he walked among them.
He was the only one on Shenmo Peak who didn't have a sword. He felt that he was like a yellowing cabbage in the field, exuding a bitter taste from the inside to the outside.
Walking on the treacherous cliffs, the higher he went, the more depressed he became.
Most of the swords hidden in the cracks between the rocks and the cliffs were embryonic swords, which needed to be nurtured for hundreds or even thousands of years; and some of them were broken flying swords, which needed a long time to be repaired. It was very difficult to find an intact flying sword on Yunxing Peak, and those flying swords of high state could only be found by chance.
"Ouch!"
As he was thinking of all this, Ping Yong-Ka was tripped by a hard object. When he got up while rubbing his nose, he found that it was a sword that tripped him.
This flying sword emitted a faint blue glow, exuding a pure sword will; it was obviously of an extraordinary state.
Jing Jiu picked up the sword and looked at it carefully for a while. In the end, he inserted the sword back into the cliff wall beside him and bowed to it solemnly.
"Sorry, we're not suitable for each other."
The sword quivered a few times, and then returned to its normal state, indicating that it didn't care about it.
Jing Jiu continued to walk towards the top of Yunxing Peak. When he passed by a cliff, the rocks above poked out and blocked the sunlight like an umbrella, making the already gloomy mountain even darker.
"It's really like the Underworld in the legends, so scary …"
Ping Yong-Ka mumbled to himself, and quickened his pace, trying to get through this place as soon as possible.
Suddenly, he felt something cold touch the back of his neck. He couldn't help but scream in fright, and dashed more than a hundred feet away in an instant.
When he turned around with a pale face, he found that the cold thing was another flying sword.
That flying sword had a clear aura and a dark gray color. It looked very plain, but it gave off a strong sense of oppression. Its state was even higher than that of the previous flying sword.
It was obvious that this flying sword had drifted down from the cliff above.
Ping Yong-Ka was taken aback. He walked back to where he was, took the gray flying sword, and looked at it. Then he said apologetically, "I can't. You'd better wait for other Senior Brothers and Junior Brothers to come."
Having said that, Jing Jiu continued to walk up the peak.
As he climbed higher, the sword wills in the peak grew stronger; but for some reason, Jing Jiu wasn't affected at all, walking as usual.
In the following period of time, a dozen more swords appeared in front of him, or fell into his hands. It looked like a coincidence.
Some of those flying swords were cold, some violent, some steady, and some calm. All of them had their own unique features, but Jing Jiu didn't accept any of them.
In Ping Yong-Ka's eyes, these flying swords were indeed good, and he was grateful that they favored him; but it was still not good enough. What was good enough? Jing Jiu had never thought of finding a perfect flying sword. It was just that he had stayed on the Shenmo Peak for a long time, and all he saw were flying swords like the Thoughtless Sword, the Sword of the Universe, and the Swallowing Boat …
When Jing Jiu arrived at the top of Yunxing Peak, he found two holes in the cliff walls, the size of which was just enough for a person to fit inside.
Seeing the two holes, Ping Yong-Ka recalled the scene when he met his Master and Senior Master Zhao here a few years ago, thinking that he was extremely lucky.
Then, Jing Jiu kept going up. After a while, he found a sword in a patch of rocks with cloud-like patterns.
Half of the sword was inserted into the rocks, and the other half was exposed. It looked a bit odd, because the body of the sword was twisted, and there were some marks like frost on it.
Ping Yong-Ka thought this sword was not bad, and intended to pull it out to take a look at it. But he thought of the Broken Plum from the twisted body of the sword, and then he thought of more things.
It turned out that this was the sword his Master had found for Big Brother Yuan Qu; but where was his own sword?
Looking around, Jing Jiu found nothing but clouds and fog. The bitterness in his heart grew stronger, and an idea suddenly occurred to him.
Since he had nothing to do after returning to the Shenmo Peak, he might as well stay here and cultivate, and guard his Big Brother's sword in case other colleagues of Aoyama took it away.
With this thought in mind, Jing Jiu sat down cross-legged.
The formidable sword wills on Yunxing Peak had become much milder.
At the moment, Ping Yong-Ka didn't know what this meant.
He didn't know how much benefit this seemingly random idea could bring him.
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Four years passed in the blink of an eye, and the people at the Shenmo Peak came out one after another. Knowing that the sword had been nurtured, Yuan Qu went to Yunxing Peak without hesitation.
In the dense fog, he quickly found the sword by relying on the Seven Plum Swordsmanship of the Xilai Peak.
But before his joy could come to fruition, it turned into surprise, because he saw Ping Yong-Ka standing guard in front of the sword.
Before he could express his gratitude, it also turned into surprise, because he found that Ping Yong-Ka was in a strange state.
The sword wills of Yunxing Peak surrounded him, slowly entering his clothes, hair, mouth, and nose. They were so gentle that they didn't cause any harm.
The wind gently brushed against Ping Yong-Ka's clothes, bringing with it a few inconspicuous sword lights.
Yuan Qu was very surprised to find that his Junior Brother had tempered his body with the sword wills for four years, and he felt that his Sword Body had reached the advanced level!
Zhao Layue, with her excellent talent in swordsmanship, cultivated in Sword Peak for several years, and finally cultivated the acquired Sword Body. Although Yuan Qu was her disciple, he couldn't learn it at all. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but feel shocked and envious.
No wonder the Sect Master wanted to take Ping Yong-Ka as his disciple. It wasn't a random chance. It turned out that Junior Brother Ping was also a great genius.
If his surname wasn't Yuan, he probably wouldn't have been qualified to enter the Shenmo Peak.
Thinking of these things, Yuan Qu sighed, stepped forward to take the sword, and turned to leave. Ping Yong-Ka's cultivation was at a critical moment, and he couldn't be disturbed.
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