Because he was running so fast, Liu Shisui dragged his hands behind him, looking like a little duck, a little funny and cute.
Jing Jiu stood there waiting for him, with a vague smile on his lips.
Liu Shisui ran to Jing Jiu and stopped.
Because he ran too fast and stopped too quickly, his feet drew two shallow marks on the grass, his body swayed back and forth, and finally came to a stillness.
This scene looked a little funny, and some of the young disciples who were with Jing Jiu couldn't help laughing out loud.
Soon the laughter disappeared, and people guessed that this young boy was the legendary innate Daoist.
Liu Shisui stood in front of Jing Jiu with an excited expression on his face. He stretched out his hand to grab Jing Jiu's hand, but felt it was inappropriate, so he quickly retracted it and clenched it into a fist.
"My lord, you came in? You finally came in!"
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The pedestrian who came out of the woods couldn't help being a little surprised when he saw this scene.
You must know that Liu Shisui only knows how to practice and practice swords on weekdays, and his life is very monotonous. His temperament is plain and low-key, and he is rarely seen so excited.
"Who is this person?" Gu Han asked.
A disciple said: "Master Gu, this person should be Jing Jiu who is often mentioned by Shi Sui on weekdays."
Hearing these words, those pedestrians understood why Liu Shisui was so excited.
Looking at Jing Jiu's face, Gu Han raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a little displeased.
I don't know if it's because that face is too beautiful, or because the expression on that face is too indifferent and calm, forming a sharp contrast with Liu Shisui.
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Just when Jing Jiu was about to speak, a cold voice sounded.
"What are you doing?"
Jing Jiu looked over and found that the person who spoke was that Liangwang Peak disciple named Gu Han.
Liu Shisui was startled, and quickly explained: "Master Gu, this is my home..."
Gu Han didn't let him finish his sentence, and said calmly: "I told you, at such an important moment, nothing can distract you."
The hidden meaning of this sentence is very clear, he doesn't care who Jing Jiu is at all.
"Come here and receive the punishment yourself." Gu Han said.
Jing Jiu glanced at him.
Liu Shisui quickly waved to him, and walked in front of Huihuihan.
A fat man with a bun came out from behind Gu Han, holding something wrapped in cloth in both hands, he untied the tie with his fat and nimble fingers, revealing the stick inside.
Looking at this scene, the crowd was in an uproar. Those eyes that fell on Liu Shisui were more sympathetic and more envious.
Those disciples who came out of the woods also had such emotions in their eyes.
That stick is not the sword law of Qingshan School, but the rules of Liangwang Peak.
If Gu Han wanted to punish Liu Shisui according to Liangwang Peak's rules, it would be tantamount to disciplining Liu Shisui as a direct disciple of Liangwang Peak.
For the inner sect disciples who wholeheartedly expected to be picked by the Liangwang Peak at the Chengjian Conference, such discipline is really an enviable treatment.
The hard wooden stick fell on Liu Shisui's back, making a heavy muffled sound.
When accepting the punishment, naturally he couldn't use the real energy to protect the body, Liu Shisui could only hold on.
The wooden stick kept falling, and the muffled sound kept ringing.
Liu Shisui was in pain, his eyes were full of tears, but he still had to stand still.
Looking at this scene, Jing Jiu didn't speak.
Suddenly, he felt something, and at a glance, he saw Gu Han's indifferent eyes.
He looked at each other quietly.
Liu Shisui noticed the look in his eyes, endured the pain and kept shaking his head, signaling him not to mess around.
Jing Jiu was quiet for a while, then turned around and walked out of the peak.
There were so many people present, only Gu Han noticed that when he turned around, he also shook his head.
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"enough."
Gu Han signaled that the punishment was over, looked at the back of Jing Jiu who was going away, and frowned slightly.
The fat man took back the stick, carefully wrapped it in a green cloth, followed his line of sight, and smiled with his eyes narrowed, but there was a cold light in his eyes.
"How? This disciple is very famous. When I saw him today, he really lived up to his reputation. He is really good-looking and makes people jealous."
As disciples of Liangwang Peak, how could they care about such trivial matters as beauty and ugliness? The question they asked naturally referred to Jing Jiu's cultivation talent and potential.
Gu Han said: "The daoism is ordinary, the aptitude is ordinary, if he really does not seek to make progress as rumored, then he should have prepared a lot of pills to break through within two years."
The fat man said: "He may be a young master from Chaoge Dynasty. It is normal to have some precious medicines in his hand, and it is said that his mind is very good. Would you like to talk to him?"
Gu Han said: "My Liangwang Peak's sword is used to kill people, no matter how smart you are, it's useless if you have extraordinary knowledge. If you can rely on pills to find the way, what else do you practice?"
During the conversation, they did not avoid Liu Shisui. Liu Shisui listened anxiously and wanted to defend Jing Jiu.
In his mind, it would be the best thing if the young master could worship at the gate of Liangwang Peak in advance.
"A disciple of Liangwang Peak cannot be a servant, remember this."
Gu Han looked at Liu Shisui, with an unquestionable will in his tone: "Don't continue to associate with him."
Liu Shisui was stunned.
Gu Han ignored him and walked towards Jianfeng with a group of disciples.
Liu Shisui stood where he was, silent for a long time, and finally followed.
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Looking at the pedestrians walking towards the cliffs of Jianfeng Peak, a disciple who knew the situation of Xijian Pavilion was puzzled and said, "Isn't Master Gu an immortal teacher from class A? Could it be that they haven't taken the sword yet?"
Deacon Xing Yunfeng said: "Junior Brother Liu already took the sword half a year ago."
The disciples felt even more strange, and thought to themselves, what are they going to Jianfeng for
The group of people that Gu Han led had already stepped onto the peak sword, gradually drifting away, almost turning into a string of black spots between the cliffs.
Without the guidance of a teacher, these disciples naturally did not dare to follow, so they had to watch from the foot of the peak.
As time passed, more deacons, teachers and students of Yunxing Peak came to the venue, and more than ten sword lights pierced the sky, people from all the peaks came, even two second-generation uncles came in person.
All of this seems to indicate that something big will happen later.
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The mountain line is getting higher, the air is getting thinner, and the terrain is getting steeper. Every step is very difficult.
The young disciples stopped and stayed where they were, feeling the sword intent around them, so as to sharpen their will and improve their cultivation.
Gu Han, the fat man and Liu Shisui continued to move forward.
I don't know how long I walked, the surrounding scenery gradually became blurred, and the fog became heavier, and it should have reached the edge of the clouds.
At this point, the sword energy overflowing from the peak body became even more terrifying, Liu Shisui's face was flushed, and his breathing was short of breath.
After all, he is still young and his practice time is short.
However, he was able to come here, compared to those fellow disciples who stayed below, he didn't know how much better he was.
The fat man also panted a little, supported his waist and said, "I don't know if the twelfth lunar month is here today."
Gu Han's expression was as usual, the sword intent in Jianfeng and this height were nothing to him at all.
Hearing the fat man's words, he looked towards the peak in the depths of the clouds and mist, and was silent for a moment, then waved his hand, as if he wanted to drive away some unpleasant images.
With the wave of his palm, a gust of wind arose between the cliffs, all the clouds and mists were dispersed, and the surrounding environment suddenly became clear.
There is a cliff in front of them, and they will fall if they take a step forward. The stone wall between the cliffs is smooth and grass-free, and there is no place to hold on to.
Liu Shisui walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down.
This place is more than a thousand feet above the ground, even though his eyesight after cultivation is comparable to that of a condor, he still can't see the situation on the ground clearly, he can only see many small black dots.
Every little black dot is a person. Thinking of so many people looking at him, the boy became more nervous, and his breathing became more urgent unconsciously.
He silently chanted the sword scriptures, calmed down as much as possible, and slowly raised his right hand after his breathing calmed down.
With a chirping sound, a flying sword about two feet long and smooth as a mirror flew out of his sleeve.
Feijian drew a few arcs in the air, and then according to his divine sense, quietly stopped in the midair outside the cliff, right in front of him.
He only needs to take a step forward, and he can stand on the flying sword.
The question is, how many people in the world have the courage to take this step
Further is the sea and the sky.
One step back is the world of mortals.
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Don't think about anything for too long.
The longer you think about it, the easier it is to go wrong.
Liu Shisui stared at the clouds and mist outside the peak, his complexion pale, and he was still unable to take this step.
Gu Han said expressionlessly behind him: "I'll give you another ten breaths, if you can't get out by yourself, I'll push you out."
"No need." Liu Shisui suddenly turned his head and said to him, "Master Gu, I still want to meet Young Master."
After saying this, he stepped forward.
Gu Han spoke slightly angrily, raised his eyebrows and was about to do something when he saw this scene.
Liu Shisui walked into the sky beyond the cliff.
His right foot landed on the flying sword impartially.
The flying sword sank down and stopped after touching about half a foot.
Then, his left foot also stepped on the sword.
The cold wind howled, slapped the cliff of Jianfeng, and also blew his clothes.
Liu Shisui opened his arms, bent his legs slightly, and swayed from side to side, looking for balance.
On his face, there was no fear, only concentration.
Gu Han suddenly thought of the scene when Liu Shisui rushed to Jing Jiu and stopped suddenly.
The wind swept back from the cliff, and Liu Shisui's body leaned forward.
The fat man standing on the cliff shivered in fright.
Liu Shisui didn't know what to shout, but took advantage of the wind and flew into the sky.
This was his first time flying with a sword, and he couldn't condense into a sword light, he could only draw an afterimage.
I saw that sword shadow walking through the clouds and mist, stopping or turning abruptly from time to time, looking very chaotic and dangerous.
There were faint exclamations and shouts from the distant cliff.
Fatty's face was pale, and he kept talking to himself: "If Shi Sui fell to his death... Will the head expell us from the green hill?"
Gu Han didn't speak, just stared at the sword shadow that was getting farther and farther away from the cliff.
No matter how dangerous Liu Shisui was with his sword, and even fell directly to the ground twice, he didn't show much worry, but his eyes narrowed more and more.
With Liu Shisui's realm, age, and experience, it is indeed very reluctant to start learning how to control a sword now, and reluctance naturally means risk, so he did not talk to his fellow disciples in Liangwang Peak, let alone report to his teacher.
But he knew that when he took Liu Shisui up to Jianfeng Peak, the elders in Nine Peaks should have guessed the truth. Come to the rescue.
After an unknown amount of time, the sword shadow finally stabilized, and Liu Shisui's figure could be seen clearly.
Feijian's speed became faster and faster until it turned into a stream of light, heading towards the top of the sword peak, breaking through the clouds, and went nowhere.
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(It’s 50,000 words, let’s make a preliminary conclusion. The opening chapter of the story should be the best among all my stories. Praise, praise! Please vote for recommendation!)