The relationship between the Aoyama Sect and the Western Sea Sword School had always been strained. It was because both of them used the sword, and it was also because of the reason hidden in the cloud and fog.
In order to wipe out the Aoyama Sect, the Western Sea Sword School had tried hard for hundreds of years, but Taiping Zhenren had been watching all this in Silence from a higher place.
As a result, Liu Shisui swallowed the devil pill at the bottom of the Muddy River and was brought to Bulao Lin. He read the files on the Cloud Platform for many years.
As a result, the Cloud Platform was destroyed, and Xiwang Sun died.
A few years later, the Western Sea Sword School was also destroyed. The Great Grandmaster of the Foggy Island, Nan Qü, was killed by the All in One Sword, and the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean was forced to leave Chaotian after being severely wounded.
However, the first thing Zhao Layue said to him when she saw him was to ask him to find a way to wake up Jing Jiu … She was insane.
Zhao Layue stared into his eyes, which were extremely bright and enthusiastic, like the sun in spring that could melt all the ice and snow.
All the enthusiasm came from the hope.
Besides Jing Jiu, Jian Xilai had the highest sword work in Chaotian right now. Though the Queen of the Snowy Kingdom couldn't wake up Jing Jiu, he might be able to.
No matter how one looked at it, this was an inexplicable and absurd request; but for some reason, Jian Xilai agreed to it after a moment of silence.
One dared ask the most powerful enemy of the Aoyama Sect to treat Jing Jiu, and the other didn't kill her and Jing Jiu, but agreed to her request.
It had to be said that those who were obsessed with swords were as crazy as those who were obsessed with love.
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Jian Xilai came to the meditation room after crossing the small bridge. He sat down by Jing Jiu after taking a look at the sleeping Bai Zao.
He reached out his hand to hold Jing Jiu's wrist and closed his eyes.
With a very faint sound, the flowering tree outside the round window suddenly disintegrated, turning into fragments that fell onto the surface of the lake, just like the early morning scene in the ditches outside the Imperial Palace.
Jian Xilai let go of his hand and walked to the round window. He stood there all night looking at the reflection of the lake and the shadows of the trees outside the window.
When the morning light illuminated the lake, he turned around and said to Zhao Layue, who had been standing outside the door, "I've thought of seventeen methods, but none of them have good results. There's only one that we can try."
Zhao Layue said, "The last one?"
Jian Xilai said, "That's right. The moment he sensed that he was going to die, his strong desire to live would wake him up."
This method was very extreme, but it was very suitable for Jing Jiu, because he was really afraid of death, and he had the ability and foundation to create miracles.
Zhao Layue walked into the meditation room and looked at Jing Jiu's face in silence for a long time.
If it were before Jing Jiu was wounded, even Jian Xilai would have a hard time killing him, to say nothing of Zhao Layue. But it was different now.
A piece of his earlobe had fallen off when he was on Green Mountain. Later, he fought with the Immortal Bai in the human world and the Underworld, where he was severely wounded.
His face was still perfect. Others couldn't see any change on it, but Zhao Layue was well aware that it was not perfect anymore. It was because the corner of his left eye was torn open by a tiny cut.
The cut was thinner than a strand of hair.
In the last one hundred years, Jing Jiu had spent most of his time in a deep sleep.
When he was in Zhaoge City, it was Liu Shisui and Gu Qing who accompanied him.
When he was in the Guocheng Temple, Zhao Layue had watched him for a few years, and she had watched him carefully.
"Let's wait a little longer," she said.
"Okay." Jian Xilai walked toward the outside of the meditation room.
Zhao Layue lifted her head and asked while looking at his back, "Why?"
"You should know," said Jian Xilai.
He had come back from the distant Alien Land in order to defeat that sword light.
This was related to revenge, but also had nothing to do with it. It was a threshold he had to overcome to advance his Dao path.
If Jing Jiu couldn't wake up, his sword work would be incomplete.
"You're indeed a sword maniac," remarked Zhao Layue.
Jian Xilai turned to her and said, "Aren't you the same?"
If one wasn't obsessed with something, one couldn't reach the ultimate state.
The sword and the Dao were the same.
When one was obsessed with it, he would go crazy.
However, in the eyes of the Cultivation circle, the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean had developed the Western Sea Sword School to such a powerful state in merely two or three hundred years. He was a formidable figure, which didn't fit the image of someone obsessed with the sword work.
"What kind of person are you?" asked Zhao Layue.
"I'm the same kind of person as him."
Looking at the sleeping Jing Jiu, Jian Xilai added after a pause, "In other words, I'm the same kind of person as the Immortal Jingyang."
Why didn't he pause for a moment when he saw the magnificent scene of the world filling up the sea after coming back from the Alien Land?
Why didn't he kill that merchant who had spoken rudely at the Dongyi Daoist Sect when he could have glanced at him?
It was because he was a person who cared about nothing except the sword work in essence.
If he weren't such a person, the Great Grandmaster of the Foggy Island wouldn't have chosen him and sent him back to Chaotian many years ago.
"I don't want to do anything. I'm not interested in founding the Western Sea Sword School or taking over Bulao Lin."
Jian Xilai turned around and walked to the bridge. He raised his right hand, as if he was lifting an invisible sword, or as if he was making a vow.
However, his expression was still as nonchalant as before, like a rock. As such, the interesting scene had become dull.
"However, in our current Cultivation state, we can't get rid of the karma, which is often referred to as responsibility. Taiping Zhenren thinks he's the most outstanding person in this world, so he has to be responsible for this world. Everything I have comes from the Foggy Island, so I have to do something for it. "
After a moment of silence while looking at the gray sky, Jian Xilai continued, "After my Master's death, I felt much more relieved. I didn't have to bear the burden of those things I didn't want to bear. The Foggy Island is better off in the fog, isolated from the outside world and living a peaceful life. Of course, since I've left the Foggy Island a long time ago, I still have to do these things. I'll defeat him and prove that the Cloud and Fog are still superior to Aoyama. "
It was then that a desolate voice came down from the sky.
"The Cloud and Fog will disperse eventually, but Aoyama will always be there."
Hundreds of invisible sword strings came down along with the voice.
Those sword strings were very fine, and they broke through the formation of the Three-Thousand Nunnery easily, covering the entire lake and the buildings, bridges and streams by the lake.
Along with the ear-piercing sound, the net-like sword strings shrank rapidly, heading toward the top of the bridge. The formidable and exceedingly elusive sword wills formed a circle. Crack!!!
With a light sound, an extremely beautiful and slender flying sword flew out from that circle!
In the next moment, the morning sunlight in the sky became exceedingly bright and scorching, as if the sun had arrived in the middle of the sky.
An exceedingly bright flying sword flew out from the sunlight, heading toward the figure on the bridge with an unimaginable sword energy.
The Zither Sword!
The Sword of the Returning Sun!
Guangyuan Zhenren and Nan Wang had come back from the ocean. After receiving the message from the Blue Bird, they came to take Jing Jiu back to Aoyama. They didn't expect to see the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean here. As such, they employed their most powerful sword moves without hesitation.
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Seeing the two famous swords of Aoyama suddenly appearing in front of him, Jian Xilai didn't show any panic on his face, waving his hand nonchalantly.
His right hand had been raised the entire time. As he waved it downward, it seemed as if he was holding a shapeless sword and slashing it down from the sky.
The reflection of the water in the stream under the bridge seemed to be pulled up by him, heading toward the Zither Sword and the Sword of the Returning Sun along with the whistling sound of wind.
The crashing sound was as loud as thunder, causing the broken pieces of the flowers on the surface of the lake to float up.
The two sword lights and the shapeless sword disappeared at the same time.
The three sword wills drifted up to a high altitude in the sky, disappearing into the sunlight behind the clouds and fog.
Countless sword sounds could be heard in the surroundings of Dayuan City in the sky; even the residents in Juye City in the distance could hear them.
Innumerable sword lights shot out from the sunlight, visible to all.
The people looked up at the sky in bewilderment, wondering why there were so many lightning flashes and thunder rolls in such a sunny morning.
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The wind was quiet.
The Three-Thousand Nunnery was as quiet as usual.
The nuns sat in their rooms with their eyes closed, praying to something in a low voice.
The lonely grave was still quiet.
But great changes had taken place outside the nunnery hall.
Innumerable cracks appeared on the surface of the mountain path that followed the stream to the end.
Those cracks were so deep that one couldn't see the bottom. Spring water even gushed out from some places.
The cracks on the cliff walls were even deeper, with sand and stones falling down from time to time.
There was a pond in the middle of the stream, on which many lotus flowers grew. It wasn't the right time yet, so the flowers didn't bloom, but the green leaves were like fields.
Nan Wang stood on a lotus leaf, moving up and down along with the wind. Her hair was a bit messy, her face pale.
Guangyuan Zhenren stood in the knee-deep water, soaked to the skin, blood seeping out from the corners of his mouth, thinking that his Junior Sister was so stubborn that she would rather be wounded than spit blood.
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Looking at the figure on the bridge, Zhao Layue didn't have any intention of fighting.
Just as he had said, the so-called intention of fighting would be futile since there was too much of a gap between their states. It was extremely rude, without any sense of beauty or interest.
She was just a little worried.
Guangyuan Zhenren and Nan Wang were both in the Heavenly Arrival State, but they couldn't take one sword move from this person even if they joined hands.
And this person hadn't even wielded his sword.
His Cultivation state was unimaginably powerful.
If Jing Jiu woke up, would he be able to defeat this person?
Looking at the lotus pond a few miles away, Jian Xilai said expressionlessly, "You two are not my equal in the first place, and your wounds haven't healed yet, and your swords are damaged. Why do you want to humiliate yourselves?"
Hearing this, a hint of irritation showed on Nan Wang's pale face, and a hint of viciousness showed in his eyes as he cursed, "Damn it …"
The morning wind ruffled the green lotus leaves, her damp hair and the silvery bells on her body. A barbaric energy exuded from her girlish and delicate body.
Guangyuan Zhenren knew it was not good, knowing that his Junior Sister was angry and was about to fight to the death with her opponent. "The safety of the Sect Master is the most important!" he said hastily.
Hearing this, Nan Wang calmed down a bit. He steadied his energy and grunted in the direction of the Three-Thousand Nunnery.
"Do you intend to coerce the Immortal Sect Master into giving orders to Aoyama? It's impossible. "
Guangyuan Zhenren said.
"I don't have such an idea, but I won't let you bring him back to Aoyama. It's because I have a feeling that he won't wake up again if he goes back to Aoyama."
Jian Xilai turned to Zhao Layue under the corridor, wondering if she had the same feeling when she brought Jing Jiu to seek medical advice in the world but didn't want to go back to Aoyama.
Zhao Layue pressed her lips together, saying nothing. Her face was even paler than Nan Wang's, and it was unclear what she was afraid of.
Flutter!!!
The Blue Bird landed on the railing from the sky and said to Zhao Layue with an uneasy expression in his eyes. Ping Yong-Ka had woken up, and he was scared as well.
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(I wrote the sentence in Aoyama in the name of Barca and Real Madrid. Please don't mind it.)
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