"What's the matter?" asked Ping Yong-Ka.
Gu Qing didn't say anything, but said to Apiao, "The Emperor is waiting for you in the Royal Palace."
Apiao blew the black hair on her forehead and rolled her eyes, saying grumpily, "I'm the future King Of The Underworld. How can you come and go as you wish? Don't you care about your reputation?"
Regardless of whether she cared about her reputation or not, she had to leave. The tunnel of the study room opened, and she walked in angrily. When she came out, she found herself in the bedroom of Duke Lu's manor.
There was a piece of precious porcelain on the flower rack. Thinking of the rumors of her sect many years ago, Apiao showed curiosity and eagerness on her face. She couldn't help but reach out a finger of her right hand behind her back.
The white-haired Duke Lu walked in. Seeing the light on her face, he knew what she was thinking. He said hurriedly, "No need! No need! "
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Duke Lu brought Apiao into the Royal Palace. He was careful not to be discovered by anybody.
The court meeting wasn't over yet, so he brought her to the Royal Dowager's bedroom.
Seeing the Drifter, the Royal Dowager Hu immediately got up from the bed. She wiped off the tears from the corners of her eyes and held the Drifter in her bosom. "Why did you come back so late after so many years? Look at your pale face and thin body. I'm sure you didn't eat well," she said worriedly.
Apiao had lived in the Royal Palace for a few years after the Battle of Zhaoge City. Empress Hu had always wanted a daughter, so she loved Apiao very much. Apiao was very affectionate to her, but she couldn't help but say, "There is no sun down there, so of course you are whiter."
Empress Hu scolded her jokingly, "You are a disciple of the Shenmo Peak the moment you speak. You don't know how to talk properly."
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Jing Yao returned to the palace to retrieve an important item. Hearing his mother's complaints and not saying anything to Apiao, he couldn't help but sigh. "Mother, she is the future King Of The Underworld. You can't always treat her like a child. You should respect her."
Hearing this, Empress Hu was annoyed and said, "I gave her the pearl hair clip that your father gave me, how can I still respect her?"
Jing Yao felt very helpless, thinking that this was not the same thing. He then thought of some rumors and hesitated for a moment before saying, "There is one thing that I have to say, please don't be angry. It's just that Master is about to get married, you should pay attention, don't always …"
Empress Hu's face was as cold as ice. She slammed the table heavily and stared into his eyes. "Don't you know why I often summon him to the palace? It's all because of you! Should he avoid arousing suspicion? I'm more than a hundred feet away from him. I can't even see his eyes and eyebrows clearly. How do you want me to avoid arousing suspicion? Am I going to move to the Chess Board Mountain, or are you going back to the cave in my hometown? Make it clear to me! "
Jing Yao didn't dare to say anything else. He hurried to kneel down and coaxed her for a long time before he finally calmed her down. Then he left the bedchamber as if he were fleeing. After he left, Empress Hu's anger suddenly disappeared without a trace, and she became unusually calm. But in the next moment, she suddenly raised her hands to cover her face, crying silently.
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In the Jing House, Ping Yong-Ka looked at the empty courtyard and said, "Big Brother, when are you going to plant another tree? Is Senior Aunt still angry?"
Gu Qing said with a smile, "You changed the topic so abruptly. It seems that Little Sister has taken good care of you all these years in the Underworld."
Ping Yong-Ka scratched his head awkwardly and said, "I always feel that since Big Brother asked me to come back in such a serious manner, it must not be a trivial matter. I'm a little nervous."
"It's indeed not a trivial matter; it can even be said to be dangerous." Gu Qing said, "Bulao Lin contributed to the Battle of Zhaoge City back then, so the Imperial court didn't pursue him too closely afterward. Unexpectedly, they gradually took root in Zhaoge City and caused many troubles over the years. However, as a result, Bulao Lin has shown more of his true colors. I found a clue last autumn and roughly confirmed the location of Taiping Zhenren. I asked you to come back this time because I want you to help me catch him or kill him directly."
Ping Yong-Ka was startled, asking, "Me? Me? Me? "
"Nobody knows who Bulao Lin has in the Imperial court and various sects," said Gu Qing. "I can only trust my own people."
Hearing the words "his own people", Ping Yong-Ka was no longer fearful, but he was still doubtful. "You and I can't defeat him even if we fight together," he said.
"I have the Great Formation of the royal palace. If Taiping Zhenren enters Zhaoge City, I can control him in a certain place temporarily."
Gu Qing continued while staring into his eyes, "What you need to do is to activate your sword wills and kill him, just like what you did one hundred years ago."
"Are you talking about the Sword Formation of Slaying Fairies?" Ping Yong-Ka asked while scratching his head.
"That's right. Your sword wills were used by my Master at the time. You were the only one in Chaotian who knew how to employ the Sword Formation of Slaying Fairies."
Gu Qing continued before he could speak, "You would be in the royal palace at the time, and you would set up the formation from a distance."
Ping Yong-Ka said nervously, "The Sword Formation of Slaying Fairies often appears in my dreams, but I'm not confident about it."
Gu Qing said, "I've been studying the three hidden moves of the Inherited Heaven Sword style over the last few years. We can discuss it."
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As Gu Qing and Ping Yong-Ka, the two brothers, were discussing the important matter in a low voice, their Master was lying on the bed not far away, his eyes closed. He was still as beautiful as ever, like a lotus flower untainted by dust.
Jing Jiu had slept for one hundred years. Many people in Chaotian still remembered him, and the disciples in Aoyama wouldn't forget this Great Grandmaster.
Yet, remembering and missing him were two different things.
The people in the world were busy singing about the colorful life, so they didn't miss him.
The people on the Shenmo Peak and the successors in other places missed him a lot, hoping that he would wake up as soon as possible.
These people were facing the most troublesome and dangerous situation in the world, so they missed him even more, wondering if these things would have happened if he were here.
However, even if Jing Jiu were to wake up, would he be able to solve all of these problems?
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Zhao Layue fixed her line of sight on the distant icy peak in the north, a hint of blood in her eyes.
She was thinking about the same thing, and she soon came to a conclusion.
Why should I count on you?
Even if you are Jing Jiu.
Since you didn't accompany me to the snowland and didn't stay with me for six years, I'll go out alone.
The Thoughtless Sword moved without the aid of the wind, cutting the sleeves and the hem of her skirt. Then, like a needle and thread, the cloth straps wound around her arms and thighs tightly.
The ethereal fairy aura had instantly turned into the aura of a bloody battlefield.
Zhao Layue closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She held the hilt of the Thoughtless Sword with both of her hands and yelled in a low voice. She stepped on the ice and snow, heading toward the Snow Witch in the sky. Crack!!!
A blood-red sword light cut open the blue glacier, and then broke through the bluer sky.
Countless crystal shavings were flying in the air, even colder than the cold. They shot out in all directions like a rain of arrows, bouncing off the ground and being rolled up by the whistling wind.
More than ten cold and terrifying auras, like cold beasts, pounced on her body, as if they were tearing and biting, injuring her body and grinding her spirit.
The sounds of bombardment could be heard in front of the glacier.
She kept falling down and then flying up.
Blood sprayed everywhere like ice shavings.
More and more wounds appeared on her body, and her face grew paler. But her hands holding the hilt of the sword were still steady, and her eyes were still cold.
The sky gradually darkened, and it was night.
She didn't know if she was escaping or chasing, but she and the Snow Witch had come to the snowland from the glacier.
Under the illumination of the stars, the personal guards of the Queen of the Snow Kingdom looked as terrifying as the mythical monsters.
These monsters didn't seem to feel tired at all. From beginning to end, they never reduced the strength and frequency of their attacks.
Her white clothes were torn in many places, held together by the cloth straps tied around her arms and thighs. She looked like a little girl preparing to catch fish in the stream.
Blood no longer sprayed, not because the Snow Witch couldn't hurt her anymore, but because her blood was almost gone.
The flesh torn by the Snow Witch's sharp claws was suffused with a palpitating light pink color.
The snowland in the morning was full of cuts, just like her body.
Many Snow Witch had died, and pieces of their corpses could be seen everywhere. Five Snow Witches were not dead, nor were they seriously injured. They surrounded her.
Her breathing was heavy, and her chest rose and fell slightly. Her body was covered in rags and rag-like, torn flesh.
Her jade-like bones could even be seen in several places.
The stars couldn't bear to see this scene, and gradually disappeared into the night, soon replaced by the morning light.
She couldn't make it.
In fact, she was already at her limit the moment she fell to the surface of the glacier after being attacked by the Headmaster of Kunlun, He Wei.
But she still continued to fight for a day and a night.
The breeze blew her short, grass-like hair and her badly mutilated body, bringing her pain no less than death by a thousand cuts. But it couldn't make her thick eyebrows tremble.
She slowly loosened her left hand, and only used her right hand to hold the Thoughtless Sword, as if she was holding a fish that had just been caught in the stream.
She lowered her head and looked at the snow in front of her feet, which had been pierced by her sweat. She didn't speak.
She was extremely tired, but she didn't sit down, because she knew that if she sat down, she could never stand up again.
The five Snow Witches looked at her, and their crystal-like eyes seemed to be changing with some kind of emotion.
Emotions were extremely rare for the high-level monsters of the Snowy Kingdom, not to mention that their emotion was respect at this time.
The rules of the Snowy Kingdom were very simple. Respect was only given by low-level creatures to high-level creatures.
They were the personal guards of the Queen of the Snowy Kingdom. In the past countless years, this kind of respect was only given to Her Majesty.
But respect didn't mean that they would say goodbye. They walked towards Zhao Layue, and the shadow of their tall figures gradually closed like a mountain.
Zhao Layue was very good at deduction and calculation. She knew that she would die in the next moment, and there would be no accidents.
At the moment when the long night was about to come, she thought of many things, and then thought of many things, but her breath gradually calmed down.
With the Great Way above, no cultivator could accept the long night gently and calmly. But when the long night really came, it was good to be calm.
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