No need to be so courteous. Have you ever wondered why I am here? "
Yin San's voice was as amicable and amiable as his smile, and it was also extremely clean.
Gu Qing said, "Back when Aoyama was waging war against the West Ocean, the Great Formation of the mountain gate of the Western Sea Sword School was suddenly broken. Senior Master was drinking tea on Shaoming Island … Now that I think about it, it should be you who have seized the spiritual soul of Tian Jingren."
Yin San said appreciatively while looking at him, "That's why that guy wants to train you as the next sect master. You're really good. How is the matter I asked you to do?"
Gu Qing said, "The letter has been sent out a few days ago; there shouldn't be any problem."
According to Tong Yan's plan, the Imperial Court, Guocheng Temple, Shui Yue Nunnery and Yimaozhai would join hands with Apiao to pressure Fang Jingtian at the Aoyama Meeting.
The first thing Yin San asked Gu Qing to do was to solve this problem.
Gu Qing said, "I can influence Zhaoge City and persuade the three sects in the name of the Emperor, but I can't influence the Shenmo Peak."
Regardless of whether he was the Royal Teacher or the Governor of the State, he was still a regular disciple on the Shenmo Peak, so Zhao Layue wouldn't listen to him.
"You should know that Zhao Layue was severely wounded in the snowland and almost died."
Thinking of the little girl who chased him from the Guocheng Temple to the precipice, Yin San let out an indescribable sigh.
After a moment of silence, Gu Qing asked, "What else does Senior Master want me to do?"
A few days ago in the restaurant, Yin San asked Jing Jiu to do three things for him. Jing Jiu had already done one, and there were two more to do.
Yin San took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it to Jing Jiu.
Gu Qing opened the note and looked at it. He then shook his head and said, "No."
Yin San looked at him and said with a smile, "Compared to the Master of Aoyama, these two matters are insignificant. Why can't I do it?"
Gu Qing said, "Although it's a small matter, the rhythm is not right. If I accept it, I will never be able to get rid of you and will only fall deeper and deeper. I can't imagine that I will have evil intentions towards Yuan Qu and the others in the future."
Yin San said, "Now I understand more and more why that fellow chose you."
Gu Qing folded the note and handed it back to him.
"Then we'll talk about it after the Aoyama Conference ends."
Yin San raised his left hand and reached for the note.
Just as his fingers touched the edge of the paper, there was a sudden crashing sound in the nunnery.
It was not the sound of water, but like the sound of chains being dragged in a prison.
The blood-like sword light appeared and refracted in the smoke, appearing extremely strange.
The sword bracelet on Gu Qing's wrist turned into the shape of a sword rope.
One end was tied to his right hand, and the other end was tied to Yin San's left hand.
"The Thoughtless Thought?" The expression on Yin San's face changed slightly, but he had regained his composure when he raised his head. He said to Gu Qing, "I'm a cautious person, but you've reached out your right hand … If you want to tie me up, shouldn't you reach out your left hand?"
In his Cultivation state, left and right hands didn't make much difference; but no matter how extraordinary he was, he couldn't completely get rid of the habits he had in the beginning. As a result, the right hand was more important than the left hand.
Gu Qing's left hand had already reached his shoulder, grabbing the hilt of the Sword of the Universe that was tied up by the coarse cloth, as he said, "I'm used to using my right hand. If I reach out my left hand, I'm afraid that you will be suspicious, Senior Master."
No matter whether it was the sword bracelet, the sword rope or the flying sword, it was still a Thoughtless Sword.
The piece of paper split open and turned into countless paper scraps, flying into the red smoke like paper cranes.
The coarse cloth that wrapped the Sword of the Universe was also torn apart, turning into countless butterflies flying everywhere.
The desolate and cold sword wills enshrouded the nunnery hall.
In the next moment, countless sword wills came from outside the nunnery hall, forming a shapeless formation.
The sword wills came from the footprints left by Gu Qing in the plum forest when he walked by the lake.
It was the Inherited Heaven Sword Formation.
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Yin San couldn't help but laugh out loud.
He didn't laugh at himself; he thought it was rather amusing.
It would be boring if everything in the world was under control. Only the unexpected events could make him feel amused.
He didn't expect to see the Thoughtless Sword in Zhaoge City that day.
Zhao Layue was severely wounded and was one step away from death. She should have returned to Aoyama by now. Unexpectedly, she brought the Thoughtless Sword here.
What surprised him the most was Gu Qing's choice.
"Aren't you afraid that your reputation will be ruined?" he asked Gu Qing with a faint smile.
"I'm going to die; what's there to be afraid of?" Gu Qing asked him seriously, "Senior Master, what do you think a person who is destined to die should be afraid of?"
Yin San said with a faint smile, "If you were really not afraid of anything, you wouldn't have come here alone. It means that you don't want others to know that you have an affair with that vixen queen even if you are going to die."
Gu Qing said, "Yes, I don't want her to be hurt even if I have to die. But if I die, I won't care so much."
Yin San remarked sentimentally, "I didn't expect his disciples to be so fearless of death, and more than one of them. I don't know if he has succeeded or failed."
It was indeed strange that Jing Jiu, the person who was most afraid of death in the world, had accepted some disciples who were not afraid of death.
Liu Shisui was not afraid of death since he was a child. If Zhao Layue were afraid of death, how could she have walked out of the vast snowland? Now, there was another disciple, Gu Qing.
"But one thing I'm sure of is that you will fail today." Yin San said with a smile, "Using the Sword Formation of Aoyama to kill me. It's really interesting, but also boring."
He was the real Great Ancestor of the Aoyama Sect, proficient in the True Sword of the Nine Peaks. To be more precise, many of the True Sword of the Nine Peaks were passed down by him.
Many people didn't know that he was best at the Nine-Deaths Sword Style of Shenmo Peak, which was a fact that even Jing Jiu admitted.
Besides, he had been the Sect Master of Aoyama for so many years, so his attainment in the Inherited Heaven Sword Style was naturally very high.
As for how high his attainment was … it was probably as high as the Tianguang Peak.
It was preposterous to trap him in the old plum garden with the Inherited Heaven Sword Formation; but Gu Qing's countenance remained calm, as he said, "Senior Master, if you can leave, you should."
Yin San's smile gradually disappeared, saying, "Do you think you can keep me here with this sword rope?"
The sword rope was placed carelessly on the table, connected to their hands.
Zhao Layue sent the Thoughtless Sword to Zhaoge City because she had guessed what Gu Qing intended to do; but she didn't expect Gu Qing to change his mind at the last minute.
A sword rope couldn't lock Taiping Zhenren to death, even though it was the sword rope of the Thoughtless Sword. If it was the most dangerous moment, Jing Jiu could break his arm and escape.
Of course, he had a better option.
That was to kill Gu Qing, or to cut off Gu Qing's arm.
A delicate bone flute appeared in Yin San's hands. The bloody line on the bone flute became clearer under the reflection of the sword light and the red cloth, exuding a faint lethal intent.
The wind became a sound as it entered the flute, and an invisible small sword came out from the sound, piercing toward the center of Gu Qing's eyebrows.
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Ping Yong-Ka sat in the middle of the square of the royal palace. If he were a bit fatter and taller, he would look like a Buddha statue.
Countless sword wills drifted out from his body, cutting the ground and in the air, and then drifted to all parts of heaven and earth.
The scene looked like the surface of the water shaken by a stone.
All of a sudden, the sword wills in heaven and earth seemed to find a target, heading toward it noiselessly.
In the next moment, the First Child Sword, as cold as water, disappeared in front of Jing Jiu.
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The sword wills dissipated in heaven and earth after they left the royal palace; but they didn't turn into nothingness. They blew over the streets and alleys of Zhaoge City like the spring breeze, but they didn't even move a single willow catkin.
Liu Shisui came to the old plum garden and stood on the other side of the lake, sensing the formation wills around the old nunnery, a grave expression showing on his dark face.
As he was about to cross the bridge and join the fight, a gust of gentle wind ruffled his cloth and entered his sleeve, landing on the sword bracelet.
The Lone Sword gave off a faint buzzing sound. Even though it was unwilling to do so, it had to change back into a small silvery flying sword and fly away with the wind. In an instant, it broke through the Inherited Heaven Sword Formation set up by Gu Qing and entered the nunnery hall.
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Dang!!!
The broad surface of the Sword of the Universe landed in front of Gu Qing, the tip of the sword penetrating into the floor, blocking that small invisible sword.
A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out from his mouth.
The thick blood dripped down along the smooth surface of the Sword of the Universe, forming a straight line on the floor.
He held the Sword of the Universe with both hands like an iron board, slamming it down toward Yin San's head.
Almost at the same time, the First Child Sword and the Lone Sword broke through the window, thrusting toward Yin San along with the desolate sword light.
The Thoughtless Sword locked Yin San's wrist, and the other three famous swords attacked him.
The four swords naturally formed some kind of reaction and connection, forming an extremely terrifying sword formation.
It was the Sword Formation of Slaying Fairies that the Fairy Lady Bai Ren had encountered one hundred years ago.
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