The disciples of Shenmo Peak commented on Jing Jiu in private that he was a man of few words.
Jing Jiu was indeed a man of few words. As such, when the door of the meditation room didn't open for a long time, Zhao Layue and the others all felt it odd and had many speculations.
Did he intend to deceive the young sect master of the No-Mercy Sect into believing that he was a member of Aoyama?
Liu Shisui suddenly realized that his Young Master asked him to learn the sword work from Jian Xilai in order to recruit Peng Lang as his disciple.
"No way. He is the sect master after all, "he asked in a low voice while looking at Zhao Layue.
"Think about Zen Master," said Zhao Layue.
Liu Shisui and the others suddenly understood. Back when Zen Master asked the Immortal Jingyang for one hundred days on Shenmo Peak, the Cultivation circle believed that the Immortal Jingyang and the Zen Master were half master and half master, and that the Guocheng Temple and the Aoyama Sect had a normal relationship, and that the Shenmo Peak only had a special relationship.
"Are we going to talk for one hundred days this time?" Zhuo Rusui asked after yawning, "Should we go to bed first?"
The stars were in the sky and on the lake. The night was so quiet that no sound could be heard in the meditation room. It was a good time to sleep. Though they said so, nobody wanted to leave. As time elapsed, the starlight grew dimmer, and the morning sun peeked out from the east. Along with a squeaking sound, the door of the meditation room was pushed open, and Peng Lang walked out.
Yuan Qü knew that it was inconvenient for his Master, Zhuo Rusui and the others to ask him anything, so he approached Jing Jiu and bowed to him, asking with a faint smile what Jing Jiu had discussed with him.
Peng Lang said gratefully, "The Immortal has taught me many things about sword work, and allowed me to go to the Sword Peak of your sect to find a sword for myself."
The crowd thought that Jing Jiu would be a top-notch figure in the world if he went into business.
Peng Lang thought about the end of the conversation and said blankly, "Zhenren said that there's something wrong with my name, but I can't change it. I don't know what that means."
This was indeed a little hard to understand. Zhao Layue and the others didn't understand either.
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As soon as Peng Lang left, a small green curtain sedan descended in the morning light.
The green curtain fluttered in the morning breeze. Apiao floated out and asked curiously, "Who was the person who left just now? Uncle Guangyuan actually sent him off personally."
Speaking of seniority, the current Aoyama Sect was in a mess. The main culprit was, of course, Jing Jiu. It all depended on which era it was from.
Hearing what Apiao said, Zhuo Rusui thought of the young sect master of the No-Mercy Sect again, feeling bored.
He turned around and went to the front of the lone grave, preparing to do a set of boxing to relax.
Yuan Qu explained the identity of Peng Lang. Apiao was startled, but she stopped thinking about it. "Teacher, how come you've become so powerful?!" she yelled toward the meditation room happily.
She dashed into the meditation room, but she bumped into someone, drifting up like a leaf.
"What are you doing?!"
She yelled angrily as she smoothed her leaf-like black fringe. But when she found it was Zhao Layue who blocked her way, she shut up abruptly, not daring to complain anymore.
"He has something to do. Wait a moment," said Zhao Layue.
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The morning sunlight shone on the small bridge and the flowing water, the flowering trees by the lake, and the meditation room.
Jing Jiu reached out his hand and condensed some water in the air. He warmed the towel slightly with the sword fire and came before the bed to wash Bai Zao's face.
The steaming hot towel moved slowly on her pretty and slightly pale face, wiping off the dust and a few strands of natural worm silk that hadn't melted completely.
He didn't do this when he was trapped in the snowland one hundred years ago; it was because she was in the natural worm cocoon at the time, and it was also because he didn't think it was meaningful to do such a thing.
The meaning had to be given, and the sense of ritual was the same. For instance, he would eat a hotpot before doing something significant, or do something before leaving.
Jing Jiu wiped Bai Zao's face, neck, and hands carefully. Having done all this, he stood up and walked out of the meditation room.
The morning sunlight shone on the corridor, making the wooden floor glitter, just like when Lian Sanyue left.
Standing in the morning sunlight, Jing Jiu remained quiet for a long time; it was unclear what he was thinking.
"You guys go back to the Shenmo Peak and wait for me," Jing Jiu said to Apiao. "You go with me. Don't go back to the Underworld in a hurry."
Apiao knew that something significant was going to happen, and she could vaguely guess what it was. Her small face grew pale, showing a hint of reluctance to part with Jing Jiu under the sunlight.
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Dozens of sword lights illuminated the Cold Mountain.
Those sword lights didn't mean that there were too many flying swords.
As Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue landed on the ground, the sword lights emitted from the rims of their clothes had gradually vanished.
The barren land was not desolate, with many green shrubs and weeds growing on it. Illuminated by the fleeting sword lights, these shrubs and weeds finally had a bright moment in their short lives.
There was a large crack in front of them, leading to a red field in the distance, which used to be the Scorching Sun Gorge.
There were many wild weeds growing on the cliff of the crack. It was because the underground fire source had died down and the lava had lost a great deal of its power, but it was mostly due to the power of time.
Liu Ci had been gone for more than one hundred years.
Thinking of this, Jing Jiu was still displeased. He didn't want to stay here any longer, leading Zhao Layue to fly toward the deep part of the crack.
They came to the deepest part of the Gathered-Soul Valley after passing countless narrow and deep passageways, the badly damaged ancient battlefields, and the meandering but peaceful lava rivers.
The formation set up by the Zhongzhou School here had been dismantled by Bai Zhenren, and the huge transparent wall had disappeared without a trace. Yet, the lava didn't continue falling into the Abyss. It was because a scholar was busy at the bottom of the valley, and because the large Buddha was blocking the lava.
Bu Qiuxiao's cotton cloth was full of holes, and there were traces of being burned by the lava.
He was writing amulets with a writing brush in the sky. He was so focused that he didn't even notice the arrival of Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue.
Innumerable energies with the special taste of the characters came out from the tip of the brush and landed in the river, making the lava solidify gradually. The amazing thing was that the solidified lava was not as smooth as the rocks. The surface of the solidified lava was covered with many deep amulets that seemed to be carved by a knife, looking like a piece of paper full of characters from a distance.
That brush was not the City-Guard Pen, but it could produce flowers with a casual wave of the Saint's hand.
"What a great essay of nature!"
Jing Jiu said appreciatively while looking at the scene.
Hearing his voice, Bu Qiuxiao was a bit surprised. He turned around and said with a smile, "The Immortal is leaving? Are you here to bid farewell to us? "
"I'd like to know the answers to two questions before I leave."
Jing Jiu asked, "The question that concerns you is whether that person is you or your teacher?"
Bu Qiuxiao looked at Zhao Layue by his side.
"She knows," Jing Jiu said.
Bu Qiuxiao said lightly, "The Immortal has promised me that you won't tell anybody."
Jing Jiu said, "After I leave, someone in Aoyama has to know this secret; otherwise, how can they keep you in check?"
It was obviously a shameless scheme, but it was explained in such an honorable way. Bu Qiuxiao was convinced, but he wouldn't tell Jing Jiu the answer.
"I won't tell anyone," he said earnestly.
Jing Jiu told Zhao Layue, "He Zhan's father is the teacher of the House Master Bu."
Zhao Layue nodded and said, "I'll keep that in mind."
It was then that a deep and resonant voice like an ancient bell burst out in the Abyss, "I've heard the question. What should I do?"
"The true Buddha is silent," said Jing Jiu. "He should trust you."
The Saints had their own tempers. Bu Qiuxiao didn't want to listen to Jing Jiu's nonsense, asking, "What's the second question?"
Jing Jiu flew to the front of the river of lava and looked at the Abyss.
A great amount of lava had fallen into the Abyss in the last few days. It had all solidified by now, looking like a ladder connecting the Underworld and the human world.
At the end of the ladder was a pair of broad shoulders that were as steady as the ground.
"Is the story of your birth told by March true?" Jing Jiu asked.
It had been a long time since the other side of the Abyss made a sound.
It seemed that Cao Yuan didn't want to answer the question.
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