It had been two years.
Every time Jing Jiu came to a city, he would have a hotpot meal.
Though Zhao Layue didn't ask about it, it didn't mean she didn't think about it.
Jing Jiu didn't answer her question.
It was because he didn't know whether he wanted to see that person in the hotpot restaurant, or whether it had become a habit.
All of a sudden, a tune rang out. The tinkling sound was like the spring water, falling into the ears and echoing in the heart, extremely clear.
The tune was beautiful, but this was a hotpot restaurant, so it didn't feel right, even though Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue sat in a private room.
Jing Jiu put on the conical hat.
Zhao Layue took the conical hat and put it on as well.
After passing Yuzhou, they walked more and more slowly, and the cloth covering their faces and heads changed back to the conical hat from the gray cloth.
Those who had met them later had all died. As such, the portraits of the Pure Heaven Bureau were still the same as when they were at the Precious-Tree House.
As the door of the room was opened, a faint surprised cry rang out.
A young girl stood outside the room with a pipa in her arms. She was small, her plain clothing a bit too big for her, and a white jasmine flower was inserted in her hair, looking rather plain.
Zhao Layue recalled the scene when she tried on the clothes of Senior Grandmaster Jingyang on the top of Shenmo Peak, and put down a few copper coins on the table.
The young girl walked to the table hesitantly and put away the copper coins. "Someone wants to harm you two; please be careful," she said quickly in a low voice.
"Raise your head," said Zhao Layue.
The young girl was taken aback slightly, and then raised her head, revealing a pretty face with a feeble expression in her eyes, which was quite lovable.
"Vixen," said Zhao Layue.
The young girl blushed slightly, asking with tears in her eyes, "Why did you curse us?"
"She's indeed a vixen," said Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue weren't cursing anyone.
The young girl was certain that her true identity had been discovered.
"Where are you two immortal masters from? How can you find out my true identity? "
Her small face revealed a slightly fearful expression. The jasmine flower trembled slightly, and the look in her eyes became even more gentle.
She had practiced a secret method, and even a swordsman in the State of Free Travel might not be able to recognize her real face. Unexpectedly, she was seen through by Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue.
She didn't know that Zhao Layue cultivated the Tempered Body of Sword Will. Her eyesight was many times sharper than cultivators in the same realm, not to mention Jing Jiu.
Zhao Layue said, "I didn't expect Xiao He of Ying City to be a Demon Cultivator."
She and Jing Jiu had traveled for two years. Even though they didn't have much contact with people, they still knew something about the cultivation world.
This girl's name was Xiao He, and she was a famous female cultivator in Ying City. She was known for being cruel and merciless.
Two years ago, because the Young Master of the Three Capitals Sect had verbally harassed her, she had planted a flower poison in him.
Seeing that they even called out her name, Xiao He didn't try to hide it anymore. She knelt down in front of the two of them.
"If the two immortal masters hadn't killed those scoundrels of the Three Capitals Sect, that scoundrel would still be after me. I'm a Demon Cultivator, and I don't have the protection of a sect. I can't deal with either the Sect Master of the Three Capitals Sect or a disciple of Kunlun. I'm here to warn you because I'm grateful to the two immortal masters. "
"Who?" asked Zhao Layue.
"The Pure Heaven Bureau," said Xiao He. "It happened to be the Four-Seas Banquet. Many practitioners participated in the event, including the elders of Kunlun, the swordsmen of Ōzawa, the highly achieved monks of Guocheng Temple, and the immortal masters of Aoyama."
"How did you know it was us?" asked Zhao Layue.
Xiao He said uneasily, "I can't tell you. Please don't ask me."
It grew quiet in the room.
The soup in the hotpot was boiling, making gurgling sounds.
Xiao He said worriedly, "Even though the two immortal masters have powerful magic power, the enemies are too many. It's better not to stay in Haizhou."
"Shall we kill them?" asked Zhao Layue while looking at Jing Jiu.
"It's up to you," said Jing Jiu.
Xiao He opened her eyes wide, looking innocent.
A moment later, she understood the meaning of the conversation between the two of them. She was alarmed, anxious and scared, and her eyes were covered with a layer of mist, looking pitiful.
"I feel sorry for them," said Zhao Layue. "Should we bring them back to keep them company with the Principal Guard?"
"They'll bite them to death," said Jing Jiu.
"Forget it. You can leave now," said Zhao Layue.
Xiao He had seen a lot of things, but she had never seen such a weirdo. She didn't dare stay any longer, and left hastily with her pipa in her arms.
A plate of green lobster and a plate of sliced conch brought the boiling hotpot soup back to its usual calmness.
Zhao Layue looked out of the window.
The sunset grew redder. All of a sudden, a huge shadow approached from the other side of the ocean.
The huge shadow in the sky was a Flying Whale shuttling through the clouds.
With a deep and melodious cry, the Flying Whale spewed out a great deal of seawater, which fell down like raindrops.
Haizhou City welcomed the spring rain in advance at the end of winter.
A rainbow appeared at the edge of the sunset, looking extremely beautiful.
Haizhou City was filled with cheers.
This was a grand ceremony of the West Ocean to welcome the Cultivation practitioners who had come from afar for the Four-Seas Banquet.
Looking at the rainy sky, Zhao Layue asked, "Should I identify myself?"
It had taken her two years to get here, so she knew that Jing Jiu wouldn't leave before he met that person.
So what if she identified herself? The Inherited Sword Competition would begin in a few days, and they would return to Aoyama.
"No hurry," said Jing Jiu.
Zhao Layue withdrew her gaze and looked at him, asking seriously, "How should we fight then?"
Along the way, they had slain demons and killed people. Although they seemed arrogant, they were actually well-behaved.
Most of the demons and opponents that Zhao Layue had encountered, or those that Jing Jiu had chosen for her, were weaker than her in terms of Cultivation state.
In other words, they only chose opponents that they could kill.
Zhao Layue had a question: Shouldn't a strong cultivator attack another strong cultivator in order to become stronger?
Jing Jiu's answer was that no one could become stronger if they died after one attack.
Because of the Four-Seas Banquet, many Cultivation practitioners had gathered in Haizhou City.
No matter how talented they were, their cultivation time was limited, and they couldn't defeat them. What should they do then?
Jing Jiu looked at her and asked, "Have you ever heard of a sword art called Descending from the Sky?"
"No," Zhao Layue answered after some thought.
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What should you do when you know that many people are looking for you?
Jing Jiu had always been simple, just like his style of cutting vegetables.
He went straight to their door.
He was looking for his fellow disciples.
As the Four-Seas Banquet was about to begin, many Cultivation practitioners of different sects arrived. The Immortal Residences were already full, but the immortal masters of the Aoyama Sect lived there as well.
The Aoyama Sect, Ōzawa and Guocheng Temple had been on good terms with each other for generations, and they lived in a small courtyard.
The small courtyard was quiet, but not tranquil.
Because of that incident, Haizhou City, which looked lively and joyous, had a feeling that a storm was coming.
In fact, neither Yao Songshan nor Zuo Yushi of Ōzawa had any interest in killing those two so-called demonic swordsmen.
In their eyes, the demons and humans killed by those two had their own reasons to die. Moreover, the Cultivation practitioners were fighting against destiny, and they didn't care about life and death, so killing was a common occurrence. If the Head Master of Black Dragon Temple who had been killed by those two hadn't been related to the royal concubine in the imperial palace, the Pure Heaven Bureau wouldn't have taken this matter so seriously.
Suddenly, the courtyard door was pushed open, and two men wearing conical hats walked in.
Zuo Yushi narrowed his eyes and asked, "Who are you?"
As he spoke, he had already prepared the magic method, ready to attack at any moment.
The conical hat was not a gray cloth, but it could also cover the head and face.
Yao Songshan raised his eyebrows slightly, like swords, ready to fly up at any moment.
Sensing the sword will coming from his Big Brother, Lin Yingliang came back to his senses. Seeing the two people walking into the small courtyard, he was a bit surprised, but he didn't panic or show any fear. His right hand gripped the hilt of his sword, ready to unsheathe it at any moment. He thought to himself that these two demonic swordsmen dared to come to him; they must be courting death.
A man and a woman? One tall and one short? Looking at the two people wearing bamboo hats, the strange feeling in Yao Songshan's heart grew stronger and stronger.
He didn't draw his sword, but asked while staring at them, "Who are you?"
The shorter woman didn't take off her conical hat, but waved her hand up and down in front of her.
The expression on Yao Songshan's face suddenly became very strange.
The old monk of the Guocheng Temple understood what was going on and knew there was nothing to worry about. He smiled and nodded in greeting, then pulled his excited Young Master back to his own room.
Zuo Yushi didn't know what was going on, but he understood what was going on. He waved his hand with a smile and returned to his own room.
Yao Songshan led the two people back to his own room. Lin Yingliang followed them in bewilderment, wondering what was going on.
Closing the door, Yao Songshan looked at the two people and bowed, "Greetings, Senior Masters."
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