The disciples by the Xijian River did not dare to talk about the big event that happened that day, and they would inevitably communicate with each other in private. Soon, news spread, and they realized that the terrifying flying sword that day was actually the Chao Lai Sword. The strong man who went crazy was naturally the leader of Bihu Peak, Lei Poyun.
It is said that Peak Lord Bihu was assassinated in Chaoge City by the monster of the Underworld and the assassin of the Bulaolin. He was seriously injured and was recovering somewhere. Who would have thought that he would appear in such a crazy state in front of Zhufeng's master and apprentice? , as if going mad, what happened
No one gave an answer, the incident gradually subsided, and those cliffs that were cut off by Lei Poyun's sword light were also restored by Xilai Peak's formation masters, and there were no traces of them when viewed with the naked eye. It didn't happen.
But that stern and crazy words still echoed among the peaks.
"Even if there is no one, what about two!"
"No one, what about two?"
This sentence has no beginning and no end, what does it mean? No one can tell clearly.
Reminiscent of the bizarre death of the uncle on Bihu Peak a few days ago, the whole thing is full of weird feelings.
Jing Jiu knew the meaning of this sentence, and also knew why Lei Poyun couldn't forget this matter before he died.
Standing on the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his back, looking at the dark night sky, he felt that this place was like an old well, and there was a faint hint of boredom between his brows.
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On the top of Shangde Peak, the chill is piercing, and no matter what state you are in, you must maintain absolute sobriety.
Yuan Qijing walked deep into the cave, looked down at the bottom of the well, and didn't speak for a long time.
Frost and snow had whitened the walls of the cave, and his hair had a streak of white, but that had nothing to do with the severe cold.
In order to suppress Lei Poyun last night, he used the kendo he learned from the outside world when he was young. The effect is remarkable, but the consumption of sword energy is also extremely high, and it will take at least a hundred days to recover.
More than thirty disciples and deacons of Shangde Peak knelt behind him, waiting for his fate.
As the No. 2 person of Qingshan Sect, he is qualified to decide the future of many people, even life and death, but he did not do so, and raised his hand to signal the crowd to disperse.
It is no ordinary person who can release Lei Poyun from the depths of the heavily guarded Sword Prison, these disciples and deacons have nothing to do.
The question is why did the other party release Lei Poyun
Yuan Qijing looked in the direction of Tianguang Peak outside the cave, wondering if this was a murder with a knife, or another test of himself
"What happened that day... still needs to be investigated, it can't be broken."
He said slowly in a hoarse voice.
The deacon and disciples have already left the cave, only Chi Yan, his most trusted junior, is still here.
Chi Yan said: "There is news from Liangwang Peak...but it's hard to be sure, and I don't really believe it."
"Since there is news, of course we should investigate further, it's just..."
Yuan Qijing paused, and said: "The day of Chengjian Grand Competition is coming, don't make things too big."
Listening to the Chengjian competition, Chi Yan remembered something and said, "That Jing Jiu... really don't need to look again?"
No matter who it was, as long as Zhao Layue looked at him differently, he was entitled to more attention.
Seeing that the senior brother didn't speak, Chi Yan said with a wry smile: "The number of disciples who are willing to come to our Defeng these years has become less and less."
The Chengjian Conference is an occasion for Qingshan Jiufeng to select Chengjian disciples.
But for those outstanding and potential disciples, why not choose Jianfeng
For countless years, Tianguang Peak, where the head is located, is of course the place most disciples want to go.
Shangdefeng is very powerful and has first-class swordsmanship. Yuan Qijing is the senior brother of the head master, but the number of disciples who have signed up to inherit the sword has been decreasing over the years.
Liangwang Peak can select talents from the disciples of other peaks, and seldom chooses the person to inherit the sword in advance. The number of disciples is actually not as good as Bihu Peak and Yunxing Peak, let alone Qingrong Peak, why? Because the atmosphere on Shangde Peak is too heavy, because the Sword Prison is too gloomy, or because all the young disciples are extremely afraid of them
"The slacker?"
Yuan Qijing snorted coldly and said, "How could those little fellows on Liangwang Peak let him go?"
Chi Yan didn't understand what senior brother meant by letting go.
Yuan Qijing said: "Don't think about other things, first see if it is possible to take Bihufeng back."
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Time moved forward slowly and firmly, and it didn't take long before early winter came.
It is said that at the request of Qing Rongfeng, the master agreed to open an opening in the Qingshan formation, and the cold wind and snowflakes from the outside poured into the Jiufeng.
Looking at the snowflakes flying all over the sky, Jing Jiu once again had a feeling that he seemed to have forgotten something.
He started to deduce, but got nothing, and the feeling became more and more strange.
After returning to Qingshan from that small mountain village, he had many feelings that he had never experienced before, such as boring, interesting, and forgotten...
It is impossible for him to forget, so the generation of this feeling can only show that he subconsciously avoided something.
Why? Because he is used to such a lazy life now
On the day when the first snow fell, Zhao Layue came again.
After tens of days of meditation in the cave, she perfectly digested what she gained on the Sword Peak, and the most subtle damages have been repaired as before.
Bai Xue fell between the cliffs, on the courtyard wall, and on her body.
In the white world, her thick black eyebrows are extremely vivid, just like her eyes.
Seeing the sword light fall in front of Jing Jiu's cave, there was a sound of lamentation on the other side of Xijian River.
"Senior Sister is here again!"
"Why is she here again?"
"Seventh time! Seventh time!"
The disciples beat their chests and feet, or clasped their hearts with their hands, disappointed and saddened by the idol's choice.
"I was born in the twelfth lunar month, so I am called this name."
Zhao Layue glanced at her bracelet and said, "In a heavy snowfall."
Jing Jiu thought this was for small talk? He had chatted with Liu Shisui once, and chatted with Zhao Layue several times. Although he was still not used to why people spend their free time chatting, at least he accepted the existence of this matter, and he knew the need for such a thing to chat. Start a topic.
He is not good at finding topics to chat with, and he only knows one thing about Zhao Layue.
"Which peak will you choose for the Chengjian Grand Competition?"
Jiufeng selects his favorite disciple at the Chengjian Conference, but if that disciple is too popular, the situation will be reversed.
A talented girl like Zhao Layue naturally has enough room for choice.
In the Chengjian Conference, which mountain she would choose was something that the Qingshan Sect and the entire practice world were very curious about.
But for various reasons, no one ever asks this question in her face.
Until Jing Jiu felt as if he was about to start a small chat.
Zhao Layue did not answer this question, looking at the peaks in the wind and snow, she remained silent.
In the eyes of her classmates and teachers, she is a bit lonely, reticent and indifferent, but in the eyes of Jing Jiu, she is like a stubborn little girl, which is a bit pitiful.
Jing Jiu raised his hand to rub her short hair, but put it down again, and said, "Don't think too much."
Zhao Layue looked away, looked at him and said, "I'm going to Jianfeng to make final preparations."
The so-called preparation is naturally the Sword Inheritance Conference.
She came here to say these words to him in the face of the wind and snow, just to say goodbye.
Farewell is often a very sad thing, but it doesn't apply to Jing Jiu.
"see you then."
he said.
In the long road of building, there are many people who meet, and there are also reunions. The most is to say goodbye, and then never see each other again.
He has seen too many joys and sorrows, life and death, so now he can behave very indifferently.
In the face of time, what else can I do besides being indifferent
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Zhao Layue left the Xijian River and headed towards Jianfeng.
She didn't control the sword, not because the small blue sword was seriously damaged, but because of other considerations.
At the end of Xijianxi, she was stopped by Gu Han.