At that time, the night was quiet and there was no one at the bottom of the peak, and the deacons of Yunxing Peak did not notice Jing Jiu's arrival.
On the map showing the position of the sword tablet in the small building, only Zhao Layue's sword tablet can be seen in the depths of the distant clouds.
The sword tablet that belonged to Jing Jiu lay quietly in the corner of the cave.
Several apes kept flying back and forth between the cliffs outside the cave.
Jing Jiu walked up to Jianfeng.
There are no trees in Jianfeng, and the stones between the cliffs are full of sword intent. Except for weeds, it is difficult for other plants to survive here.
As for the wild beasts, there was not a single one in sight. Looking around, it was desolate and lifeless.
For ordinary inner disciples, it is very difficult to walk in Jianfeng. Even those disciples who have successfully obtained swords still have lingering fears every time they think of the feeling on Jianfeng. But for Jing Jiu, Jianfeng is the same as other places, without any special place.
He walked among the mountain peaks like walking on flat ground, not to mention walking like flying, but his speed was extremely fast.
No matter how steep the cliff was, he didn't know how to climb it with his hands, and he didn't feel how he exerted his strength. In short, he walked up it very easily.
Soon, he came to the middle of Jianfeng, to the edge of the clouds.
If someone looked up from the bottom of the peak at this time, he would only see him as a black spot among the rocks.
Those who climbed Jianfeng for the first time and were able to reach the edge of the clouds were all outstanding inner disciples.
Disciples who can directly walk into the clouds are very rare.
Jing Jiu walked in.
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Yun Xingfeng, the cloud is always walking.
Thick, moist clouds kept rolling, blocking all light, and it was dark.
There are more sword intents here, and they are more intense. If it is an ordinary disciple, they will not be able to withstand the attack of the sword intent in just a few breaths.
These sword intents and darkness had no effect on Jing Jiu. On the contrary, when he came to the clouds, he didn't need to hide his figure, and his walking speed became faster until he turned into a light smoke. Move your ears with the wind, listen to the sounds between heaven and earth, and make sure you don't encounter any obstacles.
After an unknown amount of time, Jing Jiu stopped in his tracks.
This place should not be far from the peak. Lin Wuzhi's judgment is correct. Before the death of Shiyue Peak's Master Uncle Mo, he was indeed aroused by Jing Jiu's words for the last time. He actually broke through the limit and returned home. The sword reaches such a high peak.
Jing Jiu quietly sensed the hundreds of sword intents around which had become fewer but with more stern auras, and judged that they should still be at a higher place, leaping up.
Quietly, his feet landed on the ground.
The dense clouds gradually dispersed.
Jing Jiu saw a pair of eyes.
Those eyes are beautiful, the white pupils are like mercury, and the black pupils are like lacquer.
If it was an ordinary person who suddenly saw such a pair of eyes in the clouds on the top of Jianfeng Peak, they would definitely be shocked.
Correspondingly, the owner of those eyes should also be shocked.
But Jing Jiu and the owner of those eyes are not ordinary people.
So there were no screams, only silence.
Only each other's eyes can be seen, indicating that their faces are very close.
"Sorry, I don't know anyone."
Jing Jiu said.
His breathing brought up a breeze, and a strand of blue hair floated across his eyes, like willow branches skimming across the water.
Jing Jiu took a step back and saw the other person's face.
That face is also pretty, although not as good-looking as his, but it can also be said that the eyebrows and eyes are picturesque.
It's just that the girl's eyebrows are a little short, very black, and her hair is very, very short.
The girl's hair and face were dusty, looking dirty, as if they hadn't been washed for a long time.
Here is a cliff with a half-person-high hole between the walls.
The girl sat cross-legged inside, like a stone statue.
Jing Jiu remembered who she should be.
There is only one person in the entire Qingshan sect who has practiced sword intent to quench his body on the sword peak all year round.
Zhao Layue.
"Who are you?"
Zhao Layue asked.
Her voice is beautiful, clear as a sword, with a slightly raised tail, as if a sword bent by autumn water has finally bounced back.
"Jing Jiu."
Zhao Layue thought for a while and said, "I seem to have heard of you."
Jing Jiu said, "I've heard of you too."
Zhao Layue tilted her head to look at his face, and suddenly said: "You are not as good-looking as the rumors say."
"Maybe the rumors are too exaggerated."
Jing Jiu nodded to her, left the cliff, and went to a higher place.
Zhao Layue ignored him, didn't think much, closed her eyes, and continued to feel the sword intent around her.
His meaning is natural, so inherit and use it, and everything will be its own.
Her breathing fluctuated with the sword intent, gradually became quiet, and became extremely slow, until it seemed as long as there was no interval.
Her heartbeat also slowed down, and it was difficult to be heard amidst the whistling wind and chaotic sword intent all over the cliff.
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Jing Jiu walked around to a cliff at the west foot of Jianfeng Peak.
He was still thinking about Zhao Layue.
I don't know if it's because he's heard this name a lot, but he feels a little familiar, and feels like he's heard it before.
And those black and white eyes, he always felt like he had seen them somewhere.
From everyone's point of view, Zhao Layue, who was highly valued by the sect and loved by the teachers, and who was only waiting for the sword inheritance conference to shine, had sharp eyes and high spirits.
But in Jing Jiu's eyes, her eyes are not simple, it seems that there is something hidden, and there is a touch of melancholy.
But that has nothing to do with him.
He looked around and confirmed that the sword he was looking for was here, and with a slight movement of his mind, he scattered the sword consciousness.
In the range of hundreds of feet covered by his sword consciousness, and even in some places farther away, the swords hidden deep in the cliffs all gave birth to induction.
The cliff rocks moved slightly, as if being blown by the wind, and the gravel fell rustlingly.
Countless sword intents scrambled to rise up, but after coming into contact with his sword consciousness, they returned to the Yajian peak in an instant, and refused to come out again.
Like a rabbit that senses danger.
If anyone can see this scene, it will be very interesting.
But no one could clearly see the picture in the clouds of Jianfeng.
Unless you are in between.
On the cliff at the east foot of Jianfeng Peak, Zhao Layue opened her eyes, feeling the subtle changes in the sword intent between heaven and earth, wondering what happened
On the other side far away.
Sensing the retreat and silence of those sword intents, Jing Jiu said, "Don't feel that you are not worthy of me."
After a short pause, he said again: "Of course, you are really not good enough for me."
Finally, he said, "I don't care, though."
The swords among the peaks remained silent.
"I won't just stay in the mountains like before."
Jing Jiu understood what they meant, thought for a while and said, "This time I'm going to go out and have a look."
The sword intent suddenly rose, scrambling to be the first.
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