In the deep night, the cry of an ape suddenly came from the cliff, and after a while, it returned to silence, as if it was startled by something.
Gu Qing and the young man surnamed Yuan walked out of the cave, looking at the figure walking up the mountain road, they were very surprised, especially Gu Qing.
The man was wearing a blue sword shirt, which looked like ink in the night, but it didn't make people feel dirty, it was very clean.
What are you doing at Shenmo Peak in the middle of the night after crossing Nanshan Mountain? Could it be because he refused to accept the injury during the day and came to find trouble
Gu Qing had been Nanshan's sword boy for many years, now seeing his old master in Shenmo Peak, he inevitably looked a little unnatural, bowed his hands in salute, and did not speak.
Jing Jiu sat in the bamboo chair and didn't pay attention to it, let alone get up.
In terms of seniority, he is an uncle from Nanshan, so it is normal to do so.
But Guo Nanshan is the first disciple of the head of the sect, and has a special status. In the past, no matter which peak he went to, he would always be given a seat by the peak master. When has he ever been treated like this.
But he didn't respond, and sat down on the big rock by the cliff.
The boy surnamed Yuan glanced at Gu Qing nervously, and asked with his eyes if he should make tea to treat guests
Lu Qing stood where he was, without moving.
Having seen Nanshan a moment ago, he naturally prepared to go to the cliff to make tea.
He was very used to doing this kind of thing when he was in Liangwang Peak in the past.
He knew that Nanshan likes to drink cheap jasmine tea the most, and he prefers to cook a bowl of black tea with a Xihai iron pot before going to bed.
But soon he woke up.
Now he is no longer the sword boy of Liangwang Peak, but a disciple of Shenmo Peak, and he only needs to listen to his master's orders.
If Jing Jiu asked him to make tea, he would make it, but if Jing Jiu didn't say anything, he wouldn't make it, it's as simple as that.
Guo Nanshan didn't look at Gu Qing, reached out to pick up the teapot on the table, poured a cup of cold water to drink, and said: "The lung meridian is injured, so it's easy to get thirsty."
His injury originated from Jing Jiu, but his voice was very calm, there was no other meaning, just an explanation.
"This matter has nothing to do with you, it is my own fault."
Guo Nanshan looked at Jing Jiu and said, "A few days ago, I was a little too proud when I broke into the wilderness. Today, I learned this lesson by trying to use the sword beyond my ability."
Jing Jiu glanced at him.
Guo Nanshan continued: "I told you three years ago that you might have misunderstood Liangwang Peak. Now it seems that the misunderstanding is very deep."
Jing Jiu said, "You want to resolve the misunderstanding?"
Guo Nanshan shook his head and said: "Seeing may not be believing, not to mention words, you said that our ways are different, so don't force it."
Jing Jiu said, "Then why did you come to Shenmo Peak?"
Guo Nanshan said: "I came here to tell you that if something like this happens again in the future, I hope you won't be as extreme as you are today."
Jing Jiu didn't speak.
Guo Nanshan continued: "This is a request, not a sign of weakness. Junior brother Gu Han already knows your sword fighting style, and it is impossible for you to defeat him again."
What he said didn't mention that since Jing Jiu couldn't even defeat Gu Han, let alone him.
Jing Jiu said to him, "If you just say these inexplicable things, don't come here in the future."
This is what it means to see off guests.
Or chasing customers.
Gu Qing stepped forward and raised his right hand as a gesture of please.
Guo Nanshan took a deep look at him and said nothing.
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The night visit to Shenmo Peak was to meet the teacher, and the sword was broken, so I chose to walk across Nanshan.
Leaving the peak, came to the cliff, looked at the wooden house occupied by apes, he couldn't help but shook his head.
Looking back, under the sky full of stars, the lonely peak is like a sword.
Among the nine peaks of Qingshan, this peak is the loneliest and the most natural.
He came here tonight, so he naturally had some ideas.
The celestial sword was broken, the injury was serious, and he came to visit overnight, there was no accusation, only suggestions.
He felt that enough kindness had been released, enough grace had been shown.
Unexpectedly, Jing Jiu was so indifferent.
He then thought of Gu Qing, the sword boy who had served him for many years, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly.
Could it be that this lonely peak has some magical power, that all people who come here will become like their master and uncle
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"If you fight Gu Han again, do you have a chance?"
Zhao Layue walked out of the cave and asked Jing Jiu.
She had heard those few words from Nanshan.
Jing Jiu said, "I told you that my talent in swordsmanship is the best in Qingshan."
Zhao Layue said, "Even if he adapts to your sword fighting style?"
Jing Jiu said, "You have to remember one thing."
Zhao Layue listened carefully.
Gu Qing and the young man surnamed Yuan looked focused.
Jing Jiu said: "Everything is a sword, how can there be only one style?"
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From Tianguang Peak to Nansong Pavilion, six hundred miles.
From Nansong Pavilion to Xiaoshan Village, three hundred miles.
If you control the sword, it only takes more than an hour. Even if the sword is weak, you need to stop and rest from time to time, and meditate to recover, it will only take half a day at most.
If you walk, you need eight or nine days.
If it is a person who has just been abolished and destroyed Jianwan, it will take a whole month.
Back in the small mountain village, looking at the bamboo forest and the pond that he hadn't seen for three years, Liu Shisui seemed to have regained some kind of strength, and his weak footsteps became stable.
Walking to the small courtyard, looking at the half-closed wooden door, he hesitated for a long time before calling out: "Dad, I'm back."
night time.
Liu Shisui was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
Across the thin earthen wall, the voice from the next room was very clear, and the curses filled with disappointment and anger had been replaced by long sighs.
If Mother Liu hadn't stopped him quickly, and seeing that his body was really weak, Father Liu would have definitely broken the stick in his hand.
The room next door was quiet for a while, and Mother Liu's crying sounded again.
Liu Shisui looked at the roof and felt a little pain in his heart.
The sword pill was destroyed, the meridians were broken, and even after a whole month, he was still in pain.
The only thing that comforts him is that, just like the last time he came back, his parents are in good health, their hair is black and there is no white hair, and there are no wrinkles on their faces.
The next day, many villagers came to Liu's house after hearing the news.
The old village chief asked about the situation, and smoked the pipe and pot for a long time, but in the end he couldn't say any words of comfort, he just patted Liu Shisui on the shoulder.
On the third day, Liu Shisui felt that it was time to rest, so he walked out of the house.
Now it's spring plowing, and the farm work is heavy, so he wants to help.
There is a distance from my home to my own field.
He saw many villagers on the road, including familiar uncles and brothers, and some unknown children.
Those children should have been born during his seven years in Qingshan.
Whether it's a villager you know or a child you don't know, when they see him, they will turn their faces away subconsciously.
When he walked over, people's eyes would fall on him again, on his back to be precise.
The emotions in those gazes were complex, including ridicule, contempt, and fear.
Liu Shisui could feel this and didn't look back.
When he came to his own field, he realized that the water had been filled, and the water surface was very quiet, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, which looked nice.
Liu's father was dividing the seedlings, and Liu's mother had just made two crock pots of mountain spring water and was about to go home to cook. She watched him come and didn't say anything.
Taking the seedlings from his father, Liu Shisui stepped into the paddy field.
His feet sank into the wet mud, he couldn't stand firmly, and because of his weakness, he sat down on his buttocks.
Laughter rang out in the paddy field not far away, but disappeared quickly for some reason, and then there were sounds of beating, scolding and crying.
The blue sky and white clouds reflected on the water broke into pieces.
Liu Shisui sat in the paddy field for a while before he realized that he was already a useless person.
(end of this chapter)