The taste of summer grew more and more vivid, and the weather grew hotter and hotter. Even the wind was stuffy.
It was unclear if the people in Dayuan City would miss the inexplicable wind and snow back then. In any case, the bamboo chair was rarely seen under the corridor.
When the lotus flowers in the lotus pond were in full bloom, Bu Qiuxiao had finally finished his arduous journey on the ocean and arrived at the Three-Thousand Nunnery on the Boat of Diligent Study.
He was a true Saint. Normally, the Aoyama Sect should welcome him more grandly. However, Guangyuan Zhenren and Nan Wang didn't come to the Three-Thousand Nunnery at Bu Qiuxiao's request or for some other reason.
Bu Qiuxiao was in a worse state than Zen Master. His cotton cloth was so dirty that it looked like it had been dyed black.
Liu Shisui followed his teacher and prepared a towel and hot water as soon as possible, as well as a new set of clothes.
Bu Qiuxiao took the hot towel and wiped his face casually. He changed his clothes, but he didn't want to take a bath. He went to see Jing Jiu first. Then, like Zen Master, he stepped through the round window and came to the lakeside, sitting down on a stone bench.
"I wanted to try and see if the bathing water of the Saints could grow some good medicine plants," Zhuo Rusui said regretfully while looking at the outside of the window.
The Que Niang preferred cleanliness. Hearing this, she couldn't help but wrinkle her nose.
The game between Bu Qiuxiao and Jian Xilai was even simpler. He took out a book and handed it to Jian Xilai.
Jian Xilai took the book and started reading. The pages of the book that could be turned by the gentle wind seemed to be as heavy as a mountain under his fingers.
A strong wind would kick up on the surface of the lake every time a page was turned. When the book was turned to the last few pages, heaven and earth seemed to have sensed the strong wind. The dark clouds gathered together to block the scorching sunlight, but it was not only cool, but also cold.
It didn't take long for Jian Xilai to finish reading the book. He handed the book back to Bu Qiuxiao and rubbed his face, feeling a bit tired.
Bu Qiuxiao took the book and remarked sentimentally, "Who in Chaotian is your match now?"
"You've been wounded too severely, and you haven't had any rest lately, so it doesn't count," said Jian Xilai.
Bu Qiuxiao shook his head and said, "Normally, it would take me longer than you to finish reading this book."
The Sages of Yimaozhai were half a level higher than those in the Heavenly Arrival State, but even he admitted that he was no match for Jian Xilai. How powerful was Jian Xilai now?
What was that book?
Liu Shisui felt Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu looking at him. He shook his head, thinking that this was not one of the four treasures of the temple.
Bu Qiuxiao stood up and prepared to leave.
Though the sea had calmed down, the mountain in the Thousand-Mile Wind Corridor was still unstable, and the breach at the bottom of the Cold Mountain had to be dealt with. There were still many things he needed to do.
Liu Shisui handed him a hot towel again.
Bu Qiuxiao rubbed his face forcefully with the towel. Looking at his expression, he asked with a smile, "Do you want to know the content of this book?"
Liu Shisui nodded honestly.
After some thought, Bu Qiuxiao took out the book and handed it to Jing Jiu, saying, "Don't read it by force. Do what you can."
Liu Shisui took the book solemnly and said, "Don't worry, Teacher."
Seeing this, Zhuo Rusui and the others didn't know what to say. Then they remembered the nickname given to Liu Shisui by those busybodies in the Cultivation circle.
That night, Zhuo Rusui found Liu Shisui and asked while rubbing his hands, "Scholar of Many Treasures, what are the contents of the book?"
He rubbed his hands not because he was embarrassed, but because he was excited. He understood that Liu Shisui wouldn't mind sharing the book with the people of Shenmo Peak since Bu Qiuxiao didn't tell him anything. As for whether he was a resident of Shenmo Peak or not … he didn't care what others thought of him. Anyway, he would think so when he needed it.
"The contents of the book are … rivers, lakes and seas."
Liu Shisui's face was a bit pale. He must have been injured while reading the book.
Looking at Zhuo Rusui's fearless and enthusiastic eyes, Bu Qiuxiao handed the book to him and reminded him, "Don't read it anymore if you feel uncomfortable."
Zhuo Rusui retorted, "Do you think I'm such an inconsiderate person?"
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"Why did Zhuo Rusui pass out?"
Nan Wang picked a lotus flower and threw it to a disciple of Qingrong Peak to cook. He turned to Guangyuan Zhenren and said, "He is the favorite disciple of the Big Brother Sect Master. We can't let anything happen to him."
Guangyuan Zhenren said, "The Three-Thousand Nunnery sent someone to deliver the message, but they didn't give any details. I think he should be fine."
It didn't take long for the latest news to arrive. It was said that Zhuo Rusui had woken up and knew the real reason why he passed out.
Nan Wang said unhappily with raised eyebrows, "Liu Shisui told him to be careful, but he was still so greedy … Why did the Big Brother Sect Master choose this guy?"
Guangyuan Zhenren said, "He was anxious because he wanted to compete for the position of the next sect master for the sake of the Big Brother Sect Master. Don't blame him."
Hearing this, Nan Wang felt a bit relieved. But he felt displeased when he thought that Zhuo Rusui and Gu Qing would compete for the position of the sect master in the future, so he changed the topic.
"Is there any news from the Underworld?"
Guangyuan Zhenren shook his head.
Nan Wang said, "Even Zen Master and Bu Qiuxiao are not his equal. Is it true that nobody can drive him away?"
Jian Xilai comprehended the sword work at the Three-Thousand Nunnery while holding the corpse of the Dark Phoenix and guarding Jing Jiu, who was sleeping soundly. Though he didn't do anything, the Aoyama Sect was suppressed by the Foggy Island. The longer time passed, the more humiliated the Aoyama Sect became. Whenever she thought of this, her face would turn dark.
Guangyuan Zhenren sighed, "His current sword work and Cultivation state have probably surpassed that of Nan Qü back then. Nobody can defeat him unless that person comes back."
Among the Cultivation practitioners of their generation, Liu Ci, Tan Bai and the Broadsword King Cao Yuan were the strongest.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean was one of them before he left.
The Immortal Tan was wounded severely, and so was the Dead Dog. Liu Ci and Bai Zhenren were both dead. Who else could be his equal except for that large Buddha?
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There was no wind in the Underworld. The vast Lake Hulun looked like a gray mirror placed amid the mountains silently.
Those mountains were all new, and the cliff rocks fell down from time to time. However, they had been stabilized by the efforts of the swordsmen of the Underworld and the populace, so there was no danger of them collapsing.
The strange fire in the Underworld River had already disappeared, and the green smoke had vanished somewhere.
In the high sky, the large Buddha was mending something with a chipped iron broadsword. His abdomen looked rounder than before, and the green smoke was probably in it.
The collapsed river banks had been mended, and it was unclear when the swamp would dry up. But the Buddha was doing something more important at the moment.
Crack!!! A crack appeared on the hard cliff rocks, and then the crack expanded rapidly, a great amount of bright lava gushing down.
The large Buddha let out a tired sigh and flew toward the river of lava, pushing his body into the crack.
It could be vaguely seen that Bu Qiuxiao was employing the amulet on the other end of the crack where the river of lava came from.
The lava hit the body of the large Buddha and splashed in all directions, looking like the sparks in the sky.
It was difficult to destroy this world, and it would take a long time to repair it. It was unclear how many years he would stay in this sunless Underworld.
A five-colored beam of light shot up from the ground, looking like a rainbow.
The rainbow disappeared on the outskirts of the lava and sparks in the sky, exposing the figure of Apiao. She lifted her black, leaf-like bangs and looked at the giant Buddha in the sky, shouting, "When are you going to go? My Teacher is being targeted by Jian Xilai; he might die at any moment! "
"Jian Xilai wants to test his sword on him," said the large Buddha. "Since he hasn't woken up yet, Jian Xilai won't strike."
Apiao thought it was reasonable. "I'm worried that my Teacher won't ever wake up," she said with a bitter expression.
The large Buddha said, "If so, why would I go to kill Jian Xilai? If he doesn't want to wake up, what can I do? "
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The Three-Thousand Nunnery had a visitor again.
It was neither the Broadsword King Cao Yuan nor the Emperor, but an unknown person.
The sect master of the Mysterious Heaven Sect, Lu Jin, was a swordsman in the Broken Sea State, but the important figures of the Aoyama Sect didn't take him seriously, and he was not qualified to be mentioned in the same breath as Zen Master and Bu Qiuxiao.
They were stopped at the patch of lotus pond. If Lei Il-kyung and the others didn't remember clearly that Lu Jin had entered Scenery Garden, Nan Wang wouldn't have let them pass.
Even if he was an ordinary Cultivation practitioner, he would be the only guest in Scenery Garden.
When they arrived at the Three-Thousand Nunnery, Lu Jin still didn't want to tell them the purpose of his visit, insisting on meeting Jing Jiu first.
Walking into the meditation room with a round window, Lu Jin couldn't help but recall the Plum Meeting when he saw Jing Jiu lying on the bamboo chair and Bai Zao, who had been asleep on the bed for more than one hundred years. It felt like a lifetime had passed since then. He had fought with Jing Jiu and Bai Zao for a while during the Cultivation tournament of the Plum Meeting. It was probably because of this that he had the fortunate encounter later.
Zhou Yunmu was worried that this trip would be dangerous, so he asked Lu Jin to stay at the Mysterious Heaven Sect. As a disciple, Zhou Yunmu didn't agree to it. However, he didn't expect his trip to be so smooth, without encountering any problems. Now he realized that no one in this world could remember what had happened one hundred years ago so clearly.
"Can you tell me now?" Nan Wang said expressionlessly.
Lu Jin's gaze swept over the crowd and finally fell on Zhao Layue. He took out a black board and handed it over to Zhao Layue solemnly.
Nan Wang thought this black board looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before. He had vaguely guessed its origin.
Seeing Lu Jin hand the black board to Zhao Layue, the expression in her eyes turned cold, wondering why it wasn't left for her.
Zhao Layue took the black board and sensed the vague sword wills in it. After a moment of silence, she sent a sword will into the board.
A dozen light rays shot out from the black board, forming a picture. Judging from the outline, it should be a map of Chaotian.
Nan Wang had seen a similar magic when he and Jing Jiu went to look for Nan Qü's coffin. Looking at the glowing spot on the map, he asked with furrowed eyebrows, "Where is this?"
The glowing spot was located on the outskirts of the endless mountains and rivers. Judging from the position of the mountains and rivers on the map, it should be Aoyama.
There was a thin line not far away, which should be a river.
Liu Shisui thought it looked familiar. He remembered it a moment later, and said in surprise, "I … I think I've been there when I was little."
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