How could this be possible?
Xue Yong 'e stood in the stream with his hands empty, shocked speechless.
He didn't expect to defeat Gu Qing easily, but in his imagination, this sword fight would be very intense and exciting, and the winner would not be determined until the end.
Even if he lost, it would be an honorable defeat, and he would be envied by his peers at the Hall of Sword Washing and praised by his masters.
Who could have imagined such an ending?
Gu Qing didn't take the opportunity to attack him. He stood by the stream in Silence with his sword in his hand.
Xue Yong 'e finally came to his senses.
He felt his face burning.
The strong sense of humiliation made him forget the story that had happened three years ago.
He let out a shout.
The flying sword in the stream suddenly flew up again. The stream water turned into white mist instantly, and a dozen flames ignited on the body of the sword!
The burning flying sword hacked toward Gu Qing with a scorching heat wave!
The Six-Dragon Sword Style!
Xue Yong 'e's granduncle was an elder of Shiyue Peak, and he had learned this sword style secretly!
Though his Six-Dragon Sword Style wasn't as powerful as Gu Qing's three years ago, how could Gu Qing deal with it when he couldn't use the real swords of the peaks?
No one noticed that Gu Qing's left hand had already landed on the hilt of his sword.
The burning sword was coming!
Gu Qing bent his left knee slightly, turned his body slightly, tightened his chest and abdomen, and struck the sword in the air with all his might.
The method he used wasn't hacking, stabbing, or cutting.
It was waving.
His sword hit Xue Yong 'e's flying sword accurately.
There was a loud bang.
Xue Yong 'e's flying sword landed in the wild forest of the valley a few thousand feet away, leaving a long fiery tail behind.
A few flames sprang up in the wild forest, but they were extinguished for some reason.
Countless surprised screams rang out by the stream.
Gu turned around and left.
Everyone remembered why the scene looked so familiar.
The same scene had happened here three years ago.
Looking at the remote corner on the cliff, Lin Wuzhi shook his head with a smile.
He thought it was Jing Jiu's arrangement, but he didn't know it was Gu Qing's own decision.
Pick yourself up from where you fell.
How to fall, how to climb up.
The cheerful cries of the monkeys rang out in the valley.
It turned out that they were the ones who put out the fire in the forest, and now they were fighting over the swords.
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Xue Yong 'e stood in the stream. His face was pale and he was in a daze. He didn't think about his sword at all, nor did he care about his failure.
He finally came to his senses and remembered what had happened three years ago. He began to worry that he would lose the right to inherit a sword like Gu Qing because he secretly learned the sword art.
No sound came from the cliff.
It was common for the masters of the nine peaks of Aoyama to pass the True Sword to their favorite disciples in advance. No one would care about it.
If Shanghai Peak and Tianguang Peak had not gone against each other three years ago, Gu Qing would not have been sacrificed.
Xue Yong 'e didn't dare to stand there anymore. He hurriedly retreated back to the stream. His whole body was soaked, but he didn't know whether it was the stream water or his cold sweat.
Gu Qing stood in the stream.
Hundreds of people looked at him from the cliff.
"Gu Qing, are you willing to learn the sword from me?"
A voice suddenly rang out.
It was the Yunxing Peak Master himself!
What was more shocking was that Elder Bai Rujing of Tianguang Peak also stood out and wanted to take Gu Qing as his disciple.
No one noticed that in a corner of the cliff, Jing Jiu's eyes became colder when Bai Rujing stood out.
Gu Qing said without hesitation, "Your disciple is willing to inherit the sword from Shenmo Peak."
Countless eyes fell on that corner of the cliff, or more precisely, on Zhao Layue.
Many people had guessed it, but they didn't expect Gu Qing would still insist on this choice, even though he was favored by two seniors in the Broken Sea State.
Zhao Layue was one year younger than him.
Everyone thought Gu Qing would become Zhao Layue's disciple in the next moment. But something unexpected happened.
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Jing Jiu said, "Let me do it."
Zhao Layue said, "Okay."
Jing Jiu walked to the edge of the cliff and said, "Are you willing to learn the sword from me?"
Hearing this, there was an uproar in the cliff.
If it were Zhao Layue who took Gu Qing as her disciple, it would be fine, because she was already in the State of the Undefeated. More importantly, she was the Master of Shenmo Peak.
Jing Jiu's talent in swordsmanship was naturally very high, but he didn't make any progress in the past three years, and he was still in the State of Inherited Will … He was even worse than Gu Qing three years ago.
How could Gu Qing be willing to take him as his teacher?
As people were thinking about this, they heard Gu Qing's answer.
"I'm willing."
Gu Qing's expression was calm, without any reluctance.
It was quiet all around.
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The Inherited Sword Competition continued.
The disciples all performed very well, especially the young Yuan from Lelang Commandery. He was usually very low-key, but today he surprised everyone. Not until then did the masters know that he had entered the State of Inherited Will in advance, which caused a lot of discussion and competition. Even Liangwang Peak expressed interest in him.
Zhao Layue looked at Jing Jiu and said, "Is he the one?"
Jing Jiu nodded.
Three years ago, young Yuan asked Gu Qing if Shenmo Peak wanted to take in an inherited sword disciple.
Zhao Layue walked to the edge of the cliff.
The quarrel in the cliff suddenly disappeared.
A happy smile appeared on Young Yuan's face.
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Suddenly, a sobbing sound came from the stream.
The disciples looked over and found it was Junior Sister Yushan.
Seeing the tears on the girl's face, her peers felt sorry for her and comforted her, "What's wrong?"
Junior Sister Yushan shook her head and wiped her tears with her sleeve. She forced a smile and said, "Nothing."
Looking at her slightly red nose, the disciples were very confused, thinking to themselves, how is this fine, what exactly is going on?
Some people looked at the young Yuan standing on the cliff and thought he had guessed something, so they smiled without saying anything.
They didn't know that Junior Sister Yushan was not sad because of this.
She was sad because Senior Brother Gu and Senior Brother Yuan had become the inherited sword disciples of Shenmo Peak. Then … Shenmo Peak was full.
Shenmo Peak only had Zhao Layue and Jing Jiu, so it could only take in two inherited sword disciples.
But she hadn't shown up yet. What should she do? Should she wait in the Stream of Sword Washing for another three years?
Now it was her turn.
Holding the sword, she walked to the green stone in the stream and saluted to the masters in the cliff.
When her sight fell on that corner, she couldn't help but sniff again. That corner looked so pitiful and cute.
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Although she was not in the right mood, Yushan's performance was very outstanding. Her realm was not extraordinary, but what was extraordinary was the absolute control she revealed when she controlled and flew the sword. Even the smallest details were done perfectly. Her precision could even be said to be perfect.
Seeing the tear stains on the young girl's face, Mei Li felt both pity and joy. She walked to the cliff's edge and said, "Come to Qingrong Peak."
Qingrong Peak was mostly filled with female disciples, so it was the best place for Junior Sister Yushan.
Unexpectedly, Junior Sister Yushan didn't agree directly, but looked at that corner on the cliff instead.
In the shadow of the tree, Jing Jiu shook his head imperceptibly.
Yushan was taken aback. She looked at Senior Master Mei Li again and shook her head apologetically.
There was another uproar in the cliff.
Jing Jiu said to Young Yuan, "Tell her to choose Shangde Peak."
Gu Qing didn't understand, wondering how he could be sure that Shangde Peak would choose Junior Sister Yushan.
Shangde Peak was extremely cold and gloomy, and there hadn't been a female disciple there for many years because of the Sword Jail and the temperament of the peak.
Young Yuan returned to the stream's edge and said something to Junior Sister Yushan in a low voice.
It was then that Chi Yan of Shangde Peak came out and asked, "Are you willing to learn the sword work with me?"
Junior Sister Yushan nodded after a moment of hesitation.
Mei Li was quite annoyed, and she turned around and glared at Jing Jiu.
Like Senior Master Mei Li, the female disciples of Qingrong Peak had a good impression of Jing Jiu, but they were also angry at the moment.
Everyone could tell that Junior Sister Yushan had chosen Shangde Peak according to Jing Jiu's suggestion, though they didn't understand why she listened to Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu didn't pay attention to these gazes. He looked at the cliff in silence.
That guy was nowhere to be found, no matter where the disciples of Liangwang Peak or Tianguang Peak were.
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