Apiao's Cultivation state was not as high as Liu Shisui's, so she couldn't speak due to the scalding heat. All she could do was give Liu Shisui a thumbs-up gesture.
Ping Yongjia remarked with an admiring and admiring expression, "He's indeed the Big Brother. His sword work is really good."
Yuan Qu suddenly recalled that he and Gu Qing had discussed the ranking of the disciples of the Shenmo Peak many years ago after the Sword Trial. He glanced at Gu Qing reflexively.
Gu Qing's countenance was the same as usual, as if he hadn't heard what Ping Yong-Ka had said. Yuan Qu still felt uneasy. He put down the chopsticks and walked to the edge of the cliff after eating some more meat.
As he came to the side of the bamboo chair, he squatted down and said softly, "According to the sect rules, you have to take out the Inherited Heaven Sword on the day of the Grand Ceremony and accept the worship of all the disciples of Aoyama. What do you think …"
Gu Qing had mentioned this issue when he came back from Zhaoge City.
Whoever had the Inherited Heaven Sword would be the sect master of Aoyama. This was what Jing Jiu had said to Fang Jingtian back then. No matter whether it was because of the sect rules or this statement, the Inherited Heaven Sword would show up in the world sooner or later.
Jing Jiu said while rubbing Ada, "Let's do it this way."
Ada closed his eyes and hugged Cold Cicada tightly, pretending that he was asleep and didn't hear what Jing Jiu had said.
It didn't take long for the hotpot to be finished. The disciples of Shiyue Peak came over to clean up the mess, bringing with them an elder of Shiyue Peak and a few young female disciples of Qingrong Peak.
The elder of Shiyue Peak bowed to Jing Jiu respectfully and said, "Immortal Sect Master, your ceremonial robe is ready. Would you like to try it on?"
The young female disciples of Qingrong Peak bowed to Jing Jiu while holding the ceremonial robe in their hands, suppressing their nervousness, curiosity, and excitement.
Jing Jiu didn't expect it to be so troublesome to be the sect master of Aoyama. He shot a glance at Yuan Qu.
Yuan Qu hurriedly explained, "A hundred years ago, Immortal Liu Ci had passed away less than ten years ago. According to the sect rules, everything was kept simple, but today …"
Listening to someone explain the sect rules of Aoyama was a troublesome and boring affair. This was the reason why Jing Jiu didn't want to see Yuan Qijing back then. He stood up from the bamboo chair and said to the elder of Shiyue Peak helplessly, "Hurry up."
Zhuo Rusui and the others looked at each other and almost laughed out loud when they saw the stone door of the cave slowly closing.
Liu Shisui wiped the Lone Sword on his sleeve and then buckled his wrist, turning it back into a sword rope.
If it had been in the past, the Lone Sword would have been extremely annoyed and would have trembled incessantly after being used to cut so much flesh and not cleaned thoroughly. But today, perhaps because it was too close to Jing Jiu, it appeared to be extremely well-behaved.
Liu Shisui walked to the edge of the cliff and stood beside Zhao Layue.
Zhao Layue shot him a glance, saying nothing.
Over the last one hundred years, the two of them had had a long talk when Jing Jiu was unconscious in the Guocheng Temple; but they had seldom seen each other.
Yet, they were the earliest followers of Jing Jiu.
To put it more precisely, they were the followers Jing Yang had left for Aoyama.
In this sense, their relationship was special, and they had a special tacit understanding.
They had joined hands to kill Lo Huainan in Guiyun City and pursued Taiping Zhenren together. They didn't need to talk to each other to know what each other wanted to do.
Yet, Zhao Layue had something to tell him that day, because it was very important.
"He can go now."
Hearing this, Liu Shisui fell silent for a while before saying, "Let's go then."
The path toward heaven didn't have to travel together all the time.
"What do you want to do after he leaves? I mean other than Cultivation, "Zhao Layue asked while looking at him.
Liu Shisui looked at the other side of the ocean of clouds.
It was the distant horizon.
"I want to call the wind and summon the rain."
"Hmm?"
"I want to travel a thousand miles in an instant; I want to travel the four seas."
Liu Shisui smiled and said, "I still want to sleep in a dream and wake up in a dream." (Note: I think the Pharaoh means.)
To sleep in the dream and wake up in the reality.
It would be good if the reality was like the dream.
On the other hand, it meant that the dream was still in the body, and one was still in the dream. (Note: mine.)
Zhao Layue understood what he meant, but she didn't understand what he meant.
It was then that the stone door of the manor cave was opened again along with a heavy sound of friction, and Jing Jiu walked out from it.
The elder of Shiyue Peak and a few young girls of Qingrong Peak followed behind him, their faces full of uneasiness.
"What's wrong?" Zhao Layue approached him.
"I don't like it," said Jing Jiu.
Zhao Layue stepped forward and straightened his collar, saying, "Yeah, you look better in white."
Seeing this scene, Liu Shisui let out a smile, saying nothing.
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After staying on Shenmo Peak for three days, Liu Shisui said he wanted to visit the other peaks.
He hadn't been back for more than one hundred years. Gu Qing and the others understood his intention. Jing Jiu waved his hand while lying on the bamboo chair.
The monkeys suddenly screamed loudly. Gu Qing didn't pay any attention to them after listening to them for a while.
Liu Shisui didn't ride the sword. He walked down the stone steps with his hands folded behind his back, looking at the vines and the trickling water on the cliffs. It seemed that he was interested in everything.
It didn't take long before he arrived in front of an old wooden hut. He halted his steps and walked in to have a look at the black tea, murmuring to himself, "Is this the hut built by Gu Qing?"
Outside the wooden hut, the monkeys screamed one after another. Jing Jiu glanced outside the window and said with furrowed brows, "It's so noisy."
The whole world suddenly quieted down.
After leaving the wooden hut, Liu Shisui continued walking down the peak. It was early spring, and the Great Formation of Aoyama was protected, so the mountain wind was cool and pleasant. Yet, he took out the folding fan and waved it slowly. A flower could be vaguely seen on the fan.
Among the nine peaks of Aoyama, Shenmo Peak was the loneliest. Only Qingrong Peak was relatively close to it, looking at it.
Liu Shisui came to the foot of Qingrong Peak and told the disciple on duty of Qingrong Peak his name, saying that he wanted to go on a tour.
Those young girls of Qingrong Peak knew that he was the rumored Liu Shisui, feeling surprised. They bowed to him hastily, indicating that they didn't need to inform their masters and that he could do as he pleased.
Seeing his figure disappear on the mountain path, these young girls couldn't control their emotions any longer, and started talking about him.
"I heard that Senior Master Liu's Cultivation partner is a vixen, which is why he can't stay in Aoyama. He is full of righteous energy today; he doesn't look like a devil at all."
"Marrying a vixen doesn't mean he is a devil. The Emperor in Zhaoge City is the son of a vixen; so what?"
"Speaking of which, the way Senior Master Liu waved the fan doesn't look like a Cultivation practitioner, but more like a scholar."
"You little fool, Senior Master Liu is an important figure in Yimaozhai now, and he is a scholar to begin with!"
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Liu Shisui had no idea what those young girls were talking about behind him. He strolled slowly on the mountain path, stopping to smell the flowers when he saw them, and touching the ancient pine trees when he saw them; it seemed that he was quite interested in them.
Returning to Aoyama after so many years, he was like a child, curious about all the sceneries and changes.
As he arrived at the Pear-Stream Valley, an elder of Qingrong Peak was waiting for him.
Liu Shisui said, "Big Sister, I heard that the pear wine is quite delicious. Could you give me some to drink?"
The elder of Qingrong Peak was taken aback slightly, and then signaled her disciple to fetch a jar of wine from the cave.
Liu Shisui bowed to express his gratitude, and glided up to the Autumn Platform with the jar of pear wine in his hand.
The Autumn Platform was the second highest place on Qingrong Peak. When the weather was good, one could see the huge black rock on the peak top and the flowering tree behind it clearly.
If one was lucky or unlucky, one could even see the peak master of Qingrong, Nan Wang.
The weather was good that day.
Sitting in a pavilion on the Autumn Platform, Liu Shisui sipped the pure and refreshing pear wine, looking in that direction with a faint smile.
The fog had gradually dispersed, revealing the scene on the top of Qingrong Peak.
Leaning against the black rock, Nan Wang held a small wine jar in his hand, looking at the sky and thinking about something. He looked quite relaxed, not as drunk as before.
Looking in that direction, Liu Shisui had a warm smile in his eyes as he took a sip of the wine.
A gentle breeze rose up, brushing off the flower petals on the flowering tree and landing on Nan Wang, as if they were caressing him.
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