Jing Jiu said, "If Jingyang were still alive, what would he say to you?"
Zhao Layue certainly understood that her granduncle chose her to inherit the sword because he hoped that she could eventually ascend the Great Way to Heaven. But … if something really happened to her granduncle, how could she, as an inherited sword disciple, stand by and do nothing?
Jing Jiu said, "Just now when I was riding the sword with you, I looked down at the earth. The rivers were like thin branches, and the surging water was still in my eyes. Why? Because we were flying high enough and far enough from the earth. That's why Cultivation practitioners have to keep a distance from everything in the world. "
Zhao Layue said, "If we can't land on the earth, what's the point of flying high?"
Jing Jiu said, "The purpose of Cultivation is not to be competitive, nor to pursue meaning. It's to fly higher."
Zhao Layue asked, "Why?"
Jing Jiu said, "The Great Way seeks longevity so that we can see more time in heaven and earth, fly higher, and see further. Everything is for this reason. People say that Cultivation practitioners are heartless, and it's true. Because Cultivation practitioners never look at what's in front of them, but only thousands of miles away. They can have no ravines in their hearts, because they have to put heaven and earth in them."
Zhao Layue didn't respond to his words, but said, "I know you've flown before."
Only those who had flown freely in the sky could be as calm and not excited as Jing Jiu when riding the sword for the first time.
Jing Jiu didn't say anything. Of course he had flown before. He had been to places no one had been, and he had seen sceneries no one had ever seen. So he knew better than anyone else where life should be used. It shouldn't be used for conspiracies or revenge. Those were just means to solve problems, not the real problem.
But this wasn't why he said those words to Zhao Layue. He was just worried about her and wanted to persuade her to give up.
If this little girl really found something, he was worried that he couldn't protect her.
Even if he was Jing Jiu.
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…
The next morning, the monkey called a few times, and Jing Jiu woke up on the bamboo chair.
The silver charcoal was burning in the stove, and the water in the teapot was just boiling. Gu Qing held a small round fan and squatted in front of the stove. His movements seemed very familiar.
"Shisui told you?" Jing Jiu asked.
Gu Qing was a little embarrassed and said, "Yes."
Jing Jiu said, "You don't need to do this."
Gu Qing said, "I often did these things when I was on Liangwang Peak."
Before proving his talent in sword work, he was just a sword boy sent by the Gu Family to Liangwang Peak to serve Guo Nanshan.
He had made the bed, made the quilt, boiled the tea, and poured the water.
Zhao Layue walked out of the cave residence and saw this scene. She said to him directly, "Gu Han will be angry."
Gu Qing didn't say anything. After the water boiled, he poured it into the teapot and left.
Looking at the figure on the mountain path, Zhao Layue asked, "What do you think of him?"
Jing Jiu said, "He has a good talent. Though not as good as you and Shisui, his temperament is more stable than yours."
Zhao Layue asked, "He grew up on Liangwang Peak and is Gu Han's blood brother. Why are you willing to take him in?"
There were many things that Jing Jiu didn't have to ask, but she couldn't.
She was the peak master, and she had to be responsible for this peak that had just seen the sun again, the two people on the peak, and … those monkeys.
Jing Jiu said after some thought, "I'm here anyway."
…
…
Gu Qing went back to the cliff to continue repairing the house.
He had done many things since he was a child, but he had never repaired a house, so he was very clumsy. It seemed that he wouldn't be able to finish the house in ten more days.
Fortunately, he was a Cultivation practitioner. Though he couldn't live by eating wind and drinking dew, he was still in good health, so he didn't have to worry about getting sick from the cold dew if he slept outdoors.
He kept cutting the twigs on the tree trunks with his sword, and cut many old vines from the cliff to tie up the wood later.
Doing all this, he somehow felt more and more sad.
Though he wasn't born with Dao quality like Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui, he was still very talented. He had entered the State of Inherited Will at a very young age, which was even higher than Jing Jiu's.
Now Jing Jiu had become the inherited sword disciple of Shenmo Peak, lying on the peak top and bathing in the sun every day, but he was cutting twigs and repairing the house here.
A few days ago, he didn't know where he should go, and now he didn't know why he was doing these things.
He didn't complain, nor was he jealous, but he was a bit sad.
He was Gu Han's blood brother, but they didn't have the same mother. In fact, he was an insignificant son of a concubine in the Gu family.
The Gu family wanted to please Guo Nanshan, so they sent him to Liangwang Peak to be a sword attendant.
It wasn't until Guo Nanshan discovered his talent in swordsmanship that his fate changed.
A few days ago, he lost to Jing Jiu in the Inherited Sword Competition. Guo Nanshan didn't say anything, but Gu Han scolded him severely.
Then, he sacrificed himself.
He stood up and admitted that he learned swordsmanship secretly, so that Shanghai Peak couldn't use this to attack the senior brothers of Liangwang Peak, or even the elders of Tianguang Peak. But why did he have to be the one to sacrifice himself? He shouldn't have used the Six-Dragon Sword Formula in front of so many people, but … didn't you guys ask me to defeat Jing Jiu?
He wiped the tears off his face with his sleeves, and continued cutting twigs with his sword.
Time passed, and the nine peaks were bathed in the warm sunshine. He put down the sword, wiped the sweat off his face, and prepared to take a rest.
He sat cross-legged beside the pile of trees, closed his eyes, and began to absorb the Qi of Heaven and Earth. The remaining tears on his face were gradually dried by the wind.
After a long time, he was awakened by a cold voice.
"You are really here."
Gu Qing turned around and looked at him.
Gu Han stood beside the mountain path and looked at him coldly.
Gu Qing was very nervous. He stood up hurriedly and tried to explain.
Gu Han's expression was very cold, like real frost.
Feeling the heavy pressure, Gu Qing's lips trembled slightly.
But in the next moment, he seemed to have thought of something. His lips gradually stopped trembling, and he became calm again. His eyes also became calm.
He looked back at Gu Han in silence.
In front of the cliff, it was extremely quiet.
In Gu Qing's eyes, Gu Han didn't see the expected fear, which surprised him.
Since Gu Qing learned swordsmanship from Senior Brother Nanshan, this bastard had been less afraid of him.
What made him even angrier was that he didn't even see a trace of apology in Gu Qing's eyes.
"You lost in a hurry and used the sword formula that Senior Brother taught you privately. That's why you ended up like this."
Gu Han looked at him and said sternly, "Do you still think that everything is my fault and that you didn't do anything wrong?"
After a moment of silence, Gu Qing said, "I know I was wrong."
Gu Han's expression softened a bit.
Gu Qing continued, "So I admitted that I learned swordsmanship in secret and was expelled from Liangwang Peak. I couldn't inherit a sword for three years. That was the price I had to pay."
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