The sunlight shining down from the sky illuminated the stage-like floor.
Fang Jingtian bowed to the Dead Dog earnestly. Regardless of what attitude the Dead Dog had toward Taiping Zhenren, it was evident that he had obtained the permission of the Dead Dog to leave the Sword Jail.
The Dead Dog revealed a smiling expression in his eyes. Then he looked at Jing Jiu and asked with his eyes, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"It's simple," said Jing Jiu.
The Dead Dog fell silent for a while, and then closed his eyes again, saying nothing.
A sigh seemed to break out in the gloomy and gloomy underground space.
It was quiet in the Sword Jail. The air seemed to have solidified into the rocks, which were even harder than the rocks on the Shangde Peak.
The two figures in the Heavenly Arrival State walked past slowly, bringing a tremendous mental pressure to the large demons and deviant practitioners in the cells on the two sides. Though they couldn't hear the footsteps, they could hear the drumbeats in their hearts, one louder than the other.
When they arrived at the deep end of the Sword Jail, Fang Jingtian halted his steps and looked at the cell at the end of the gloomy passage, asking, "Did you lock my Master up here?"
Jing Jiu uttered "hmm".
Fang Jingtian asked, "Who is locked up in there?"
"You're not the Sect Master, so you're not qualified to know," said Jing Jiu.
Fang Jingtian pulled back his line of sight and continued walking forward.
There was only one other passage in the Sword Jail besides this narrow and lonely dead-end passage.
It was the only way to get in and out of the hermit peaks; there was no other way.
It was said that this was the intention of the grandmasters of the previous generation of the Aoyama Sect to set up the hermit peaks.
Only in a hopeless situation could one be reborn.
Only when one was in a hopeless situation could he break through the seemingly impossible barrier on the arduous path of Cultivation.
In the entire Cultivation circle, only four people knew that there was another way out of the hermit peaks.
Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing were dead, and Jing Jiu and Taiping wouldn't tell anybody else about this secret.
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The scenery in the hermit peaks was very beautiful, so beautiful that it did not seem like the real world. However, it was interesting that they could see it in the real world, or to be exact, on the top of Tianguang Peak.
Fang Jingtian had lived in the hermit peaks for many years, and it was also here that he had successfully broken the deadly barrier that Yuan Qijing had set for himself and reached the Heavenly Arrival Realm in the wild flowers.
Those beautiful green mountains swept past at high speed, and in front of him was the mountain he was most familiar with. The mountain was still full of blooming wildflowers.
Fang Jingtian landed on the mountain and walked into the depths of the wildflowers. He bent down and picked up a bamboo flute.
The bamboo flute left the ground, and the wildflowers gradually withered, turning into fragments that mixed with the black soil and disappeared.
He turned to look at Jing Jiu and said, "Speaking of which, when I didn't know your identity, I once thought of taking you as my disciple."
The mountain breeze blew through the holes of the bamboo flute, producing a pleasant sound.
It was about one hundred and fifty years ago, when Jing Jiu returned to Aoyama and participated in the Inherited Sword Competition by the Stream of Sword Washing.
"Hurry up," said Jing Jiu.
The upcoming fight would affect the inheritance of the Aoyama Sect for hundreds of years, or even more years, and the whole of Chaotian.
Before the fight, he could reminisce about the past, feel sentimental, exclaim, and talk a lot.
But it was unnecessary.
He finally had a chance to express his emotions that had been suppressed for hundreds of years, but they were interrupted in such a manner. Fang Jingtian was not upset, but sighed, "If you were really the Senior Master, why would my Master teach someone as boring as you back then?"
"I'm talented," said Jing Jiu.
After a moment of silence, Fang Jingtian asked, "How should we fight?"
Jing Jiu said, "The loser shouldn't come out."
This was the rule of the hermit peaks of Aoyama to begin with. Those who entered the hermit peaks had only one way to get out: to break through the Heavenly Arrival State … or to be ignored by Jing Jiu and Yuan Qijing like Tong Yan and the others.
Of course, even if Fang Jingtian lost the fight and was imprisoned in the hermit peaks, he still had another way to get out, which was to ascend.
Fang Jingtian remarked sentimentally, his silvery eyebrows ruffling slightly, "Your self-confident and annoying look is indeed similar to that of Senior Master."
Jing Jiu said, "Even your Master doesn't doubt my identity anymore, but you still don't believe me … Why didn't I notice that you were such a stubborn child when you were little?"
Fang Jingtian said, "It's because I was still a child in your eyes at the time, so I had to be stubborn when I saw many things from the sidelines."
Jing Jiu said, "Since you're still a child, how could you tell the truth from the falsehood and know what the truth is?"
Fang Jingtian said, "I only know that apart from Little Sister, you and my two Big Brothers are the ones my Master loves the most. But what have you done?"
Jing Jiu said, "We did what we should do. No, we did what we wanted to do."
Fang Jingtian said while staring into his eyes, "I want you to die."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a dozen white marks suddenly appeared in the blue sky of the hermit peaks.
Those sword marks combined to form a plum blossom.
It was either a plum blossom or a plum blossom, bare and without a bud.
Those marks were all sword wills.
They pierced through heaven and earth.
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The people of Aoyama Sect stood on the square in front of the grand hall of Xilai Peak, listening to the rustling of the pines and looking at the sky blankly, not knowing where Jing Jiu and Fang Jingtian had gone.
Zhao Layue felt the weight in her bosom lighten, and found that Ada was nowhere to be found. She looked at the distant Shanghai Peak reflexively.
Guangyuan Zhenren had sensed the commotion a while ago, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.
Since Jing Jiu and Fang Jingtian had gone to Shanghai Peak, it meant that they would go to the hermit peaks. Going to the hermit peaks meant that this fight would be different from the sword fight between him and his Big Brother; it would be a real fight to the death.
On the top of Qingrong Peak, Nan Wang didn't drink alcohol for once. She wore shoes and stood under a flowering tree, looking in the direction of Shanghai Peak, her small face full of anger and helplessness.
She knew that Jing Jiu and the others had returned to Aoyama, but they didn't show up because they wanted to interrupt this fight in secret.
It was better not to mention that they knew their limits.
Though her Cultivation state was inferior to that of Fang Jingtian and Jing Jiu, she had other ways to interrupt this fight.
It seemed that Jing Jiu and Fang Jingtian had guessed what she would do, so they went to the hermit peaks directly.
There was only one passage in the hermit peaks, and the Dead Dog was guarding it. She couldn't get in there, so she had no way to interrupt this fight.
The flowering tree shook slightly, and countless fine sword marks appeared on the black rocks. Those marks floated up into the air and turned into sword strings, forming an invisible bridge.
Her dress and the silvery bell rang slightly. She stepped on the bridge and landed on the top of Tianguang Peak.
The people in front of Xilai Peak came back to their senses after sensing the sword strings in the sky. They leapt up on their swords and headed toward Tianguang Peak.
A corner of the hermit peaks could only be seen from the top of Tianguang Peak in Aoyama, which was thousands of miles away.
Countless sword lights illuminated the sky and retreated to Tianguang Peak.
The crowd had no time to bow to Nan Wang at the edge of the cliff, and looked in the direction of the hermit peaks.
They could only vaguely see a corner of the hermit peaks, which were countless green mountains in the ocean of clouds; but they couldn't see the figures of Jing Jiu and Fang Jingtian at all.
There was a muffled boom.
The crowd was startled. They turned to the source of the sound and found some dust falling off the stone monument on the back of the Round Turtle, wondering what was going on.
The fight in the hermit peaks should have started by now; but why did the stone monument produce some commotion when they couldn't see any scene?
Some disciples who had just entered the sect for a short time couldn't help but wonder if the ancestors of the Aoyama Sect were infuriated because they couldn't bear to see the infighting.
"Who do you think will win?"
Nan Wang's voice suddenly burst out from the edge of the cliff.
The crowd eyed each other in bewilderment, thinking that they wouldn't dare to voice their thoughts even if they had the same idea.
"Those two guys only cared about their own happiness, but they didn't think about how much trouble they would bring to Aoyama. What a headache."
Nan Wang said, "Who knows how long the fight will last? Are we just going to watch from here? Why don't we make some bets and enjoy the show? "
Her voice was very calm and emotionless, but anyone could tell that she was in a very bad mood. It was filled with the dejection of defeat and the smell of breaking a jar.
It was still quiet at the edge of the cliff. No one dared to cater to her mood.
A moment later.
Zhao Layue walked to the side of Nan Wang, called out the Thoughtless Sword, and put it on the ground.
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