No one came to ask Jing Jiu, nor did the strong man from Shangde Peak suddenly appear and take him to the cold Sword Prison.
Obviously, Liu Shisui didn't tell anyone that he wasn't in the cave that night.
He learned from Junior Sister Yushan that during the recent period, Liu Shisui's practice has become more and more assiduous, even more assiduous than the previous three years, and that young man has become more taciturn. He doesn't know what he is thinking every day. The state of the realm is improving at an unimaginable speed.
Jing Jiu probably understood where Liu Shisui's hard training and silence came from, and he was only silent about it.
The other sword washing disciples are also training hard, and they can see many figures on the sword peak every day, and some of them can already walk to the periphery of the clouds.
In the days that followed, some disciples succeeded in taking swords from the Sword Peak one after another, and happy laughter, strange screams, and bitter cries could be heard from time to time by the Xijian River.
The disciples naturally cherish the fairy sword that they have worked so hard to get, and it is not enough to put it down. No matter in class or when eating, they will bring the sword with them, carefully imitating the appearance of their brothers and sisters, using the softest ribbon Fasten it and carry it behind your back.
As for which ribbon should be used, which knotting method is the most beautiful and will put the least pressure on the sword body, it naturally became the main topic of chat in Xijian Pavilion.
Some disciples even hold the sword in their arms when going to the toilet and sleeping.
In this situation, it wasn't until Master Meili of Qingrong Peak lost his temper that he restrained himself a little.
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Jing Jiu never left the cave, all these things were told to him by Junior Sister Yushan and the boy named Yuan from Lelang County.
For him, these are small episodes that don't require too much betting.
Meeting Zhao Layue at the peak that night and killing the Bihu Peak master was just an episode to him.
He thought that Zhao Layue was smart enough to know that two people who both had secrets should keep a distance, so this matter should stop here.
He didn't expect that there was a little deviation in his deduction.
And so he became famous again, more famous than ever.
A message spread on both sides of Xijianxi.
People who heard the news were shocked.
There was a lot of chaos in Xijiange, and people were talking about it.
Xue Yongge let out a strange cry, and shouted: "How is this possible!"
Then he felt a little weird, as if he had exactly the same reaction when he was in Nansong Pavilion.
This news even alarmed Meili and other immortal masters in Xijiange.
The uncle of Qingrong Peak and Lin Wuzhi both had high expectations for Jing Jiu, but they didn't expect him to become famous so quickly.
At the stone wall at the end of the creek, the fat man Ma Hua handed the cotton towel to the drenched Liu Shisui, looked at him with a half-smile and said, "You know what? Your son is famous again."
Liu Shisui's hand wiping his face froze slightly. After a moment of silence, he raised his head and asked nervously, "What's wrong?"
"Zhao Layue finished her practice at Jianfeng and returned to Xijianxi."
Ma Hua said with emotion: "It seems that she has really completed the sword intent tempering body."
Liu Shisui was startled.
Zhao Layue is the idol of all ordinary disciples, and also his idol. He has never met this legendary senior sister.
It is of course a big event for Senior Sister to end her training in Jianfeng, but what does it have to do with...Young Master
"The problem is that after Zhao Layue came down from the peak, she didn't go to Xijiange to meet the teacher, and didn't go back to her own cave, but went to Jing Jiu's cave."
Ma Hua looked at a place downstream of the river, and said with emotion: "She is with Jing Jiu now...talking."
Liu Shisui breathed a sigh of relief, silently thinking that the young master is of course extraordinary, and only a genius like Senior Sister Layue would be willing to say a few more words.
Thinking that Jing Jiu rarely talked with him on weekdays, he suddenly felt a little inferior.
Ma Hua withdrew his gaze, glanced at him, and said, "You don't want to go and see?"
Liu Shisui shook his head, spread the cotton towel on the stone and waited for it to be dried by the sun, then walked back to the stream, and continued to concentrate on sword practice.
Looking at the somewhat thin figure on the stream, Ma Hua narrowed his eyes slightly.
He didn't know what happened to this little guy.
In recent days, Liu Shisui has become more silent and more diligent, as if he has finally found some goal, and seems to be under some pressure.
Liangwang Peak's swordsmanship lies in persistence and perseverance. Liu Shisui's performance should be a good thing, but he always feels that something is wrong.
Walking back to the natural pavilion surrounded by several green trees, he looked at Gu Han and asked, "You still insist that Jing Jiu is a waste?"
Gu Han said expressionlessly: "Anyone who can't hold a sword is a waste, even if he is a genius in the eyes of the world."
Ma Hua understood what he meant and said no more.
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The class by the Xijian River was over, and dozens of disciples rushed out of the Xijian Pavilion and came to the stream.
Some of them washed their swords in the stream, some washed their fruits in the stream to eat, and some of them gathered together to chat casually.
In fact, all of them were looking at the cliffs on the other side of the stream.
There is a stone flat between the cliffs, and behind the flat is a cave, which is no different from other caves on the cliff.
At this time, there were two figures vaguely in front of the cave.
"Is it really Senior Sister Zhao?"
"Did you read it wrong?"
"Yu Kun and his senior sister entered the inner sect together, and once spent dozens of days together in Xijian Pavilion. How could he be wrong?"
"Senior Sister Zhao really went down the mountain? Then why is she there?"
"Look! She is really talking to Jing Jiu!"
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The disciples by the stream were discussing in low voices, excited and nervous.
For them, Zhao Layue is the most respectable senior sister, but also an untouchable fairy.
Everyone knows that Senior Sister Zhao is indifferent and reticent. She treats everyone the same and has a sense of distance. She doesn't even want to get close to Liangwang Peak, who wants to recruit her. Will come to see Jing Jiu after practicing penance
Most importantly, she was really talking to Jing Jiu.
Could it be that Jing Jiu is really amazing
A few days ago, he had already shocked many people by entering the cloud directly at Sword Peak, but after all, he failed to take the sword directly, which was nothing.
"In the past two years or so, I have never seen Senior Brother Jing do anything, but every critical moment, there will always be amazing things, which are really hidden."
A boy surnamed Yuan from Lelang County said enviously while looking at the scene on the other side.
Who doesn't envy Jing Jiu at this moment
"Could it be that the eldest sister is also a layman?"
A disciple said with a puzzled face.
People asked what they meant.
The disciple raised his hand and gestured on his face.
Everyone understood what he meant, and laughed and cursed one after another.
"I know!" Xue Yongge suddenly waved his arms beside him, and said indignantly, "Jing Jiu must be secretly cultivating every night, coming to sleep during the day, deliberately pretending to be calm, otherwise how could he enter Jianfeng Yunli, can I still get to know the elder sister? I have seen many people like this in the state school! What a hypocrisy!"
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In the eyes of his classmates on the other side of the stream, Jing Jiu was the most enviable object, but he was still the same as usual, not talking much.
He was even lying on the bamboo chair. If the ape behind the cliff hadn't moved two big rocks, he really didn't know where Zhao Layue should sit.
"Healed?"
"Um."
"Is the sword intent tempering body over?"
"Um."
Jing Jiu didn't talk much, and Zhao Layue didn't talk much.
He feels good about it.
Liu Shisui is also very good, but sometimes he is nagging.
He didn't have much experience in small talk, so he thought the conversation was over, so he looked at the porcelain plate again, holding a grain of sand in his hand, thinking about where to put it.
Zhao Layue did not speak, closed her eyes, and began to meditate in the sunlight, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth.
The injury from that night had basically healed, and the elixir Jing Jiu gave her was very effective. However, after staying in Jianfeng for more than a year, her sword intent has been quenched to perfection, and along with it, her body has suffered a lot of damage. There are many tiny holes in her meridians, and the spirituality of Jianwan is also somewhat affected. It takes time to slowly mend.
After an unknown amount of time, she opened her eyes and found that the sun had already set in the west.
Jing Jiu was still holding the grain of sand, looking at the porcelain plate, exactly the same posture as in the beginning.
As if time just passed by for a moment.
Zhao Layue looked at him and felt that this young man was a bit unfathomable.
The unfathomable here is not talking about the strength of the realm, but something else.
It must be extraordinary to have such terrible patience.
Jing Jiu seemed to be playing chess, a little hesitant.
Zhao Layue's gaze fell on the porcelain plate, looked at the fine sand piled up on the plate, looked at it for a long time, and said, "It's interesting."
Jing Jiu raised his head, glanced at her, and said, "Interesting."
He didn't expect that the little girl could see the meaning.
Zhao Layue said: "It's too difficult, I'm leaving."
Obviously, although she finds it interesting, she doesn't think that the most cherished time should be spent on this kind of thing.
Jing Jiu said, "Okay."
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A few days later, Zhao Layue came again.
Seeing the sword light falling in front of Jingjiu Cave Mansion, the disciples on the other side of the stream were still shocked.
"coming?"
Jing Jiu found that her hair was still so short, so disheveled, covered with dust, like a clump of weeds in the wilderness.
I don't know if this image is too clear in the sword consciousness, he suddenly felt a little thirsty.
There is no Liu Shisui making tea now, his teapot is filled with the mountain spring that the ape draws every day.
The teapot is on the stone table, and he is in the bamboo chair.
Just as he was about to reach out, he remembered that there was someone beside him, so he naturally glanced at Zhao Layue.
Zhao Layue asked, "What do you mean?"
Jing Jiu said, "Pour me a glass of water."
Zhao Layue said, "No."
"oh."
Only then did Jing Jiu realize that she was not Liu Shisui.
The taste of clear mountain spring is no worse than that of tea.
He thought about it while drinking the water in his glass.
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