The movement in the creek quickly alarmed the masters of the peaks in the cliff, and also spread to the high cliff stone platform.
A junior sister of Shuiyuean who just came back from Qingrong Peak looked curiously into the distance and said, "Who is this man, he looks really good-looking."
A young disciple of the Wind Knife Sect frowned and said, "Looking at the movement, this person should be very famous in the Qingshan Sect."
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Gu Han looked at Xijian, his face was a little ugly.
Guo Nanshan patted his shoulder, smiled and said nothing.
Ma Hua didn't seem to see this scene, and laughed and scolded: "This guy doesn't even have a sword, what a sword."
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Yes, without a sword, how can you bear a sword
Jing Jiu's hands are empty, his sleeves are clear, where is the sword
Half a year ago, when Jing Jiu first climbed the Sword Peak, everyone thought that he would be able to take the sword soon, but no one saw him climb the Sword Peak afterward.
Then he naturally failed to get the fairy sword left by Uncle Mo.
Many teachers, including Uncle Meili, were a little outraged and had to accept this fact. After all, Jing Jiu was not a genius like Liu Shisui, and he might have to wait until the next Sword Inheritance Conference three years later to really understand. , showing his own light.
Who would have thought that Jing Jiu would stand up at this time.
Could it be that he has successfully taken the sword
When did he get it
Where is the sword
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Right, what about the sword
Hearing the discussions all around, Jing Jiu remembered what he forgot.
No wonder he always felt that he had forgotten something in the past six months.
Yes, he forgot the sword.
On that night half a year ago, he and Zhao Layue jointly killed the Wuzhang strongman of Bihu Peak in the chaotic cloud of Sword Peak, and then he took the sword away.
Where did he keep that sword
Jing Jiu began to recall seriously.
At that time, he was holding the corpse in his left hand and the sword in his right hand. He felt it was inconvenient to lift the head, so he inserted the head into the sword.
The sword was naturally stained with blood, and after returning to the cave, it was very conspicuous when viewed by the light.
He felt that washing the sword was very troublesome, so he threw it to the apes on the cliff to clean it.
Then...he forgot about it, and forgot to ask the ape for the sword back.
Yes, that's it.
The sword should still be in the hands of those apes.
It didn't take long, he thought, to do these things, but it took some time anyway.
The elder of Shiyue Peak looked a bit ugly, and asked coldly, "Where's the sword?"
He looked at Jing Jiu's empty hands, and thought to himself that unless you mastered the sword pill and entered the state of Wuzhang, I'd like to see how you can transform the sword.
"Wait a moment," Jing Jiu said.
Then he looked towards the cliff downstream of the stream and asked, "Where's the sword?"
The cliffs are full of wild forests, which are extremely dense. With his voice, the leaves move wildly, and the sound of apes can't stop.
The green forest is slightly chaotic, and there is smoke and dust. I don't know how many apes screamed and went away, and their voices gradually died down.
Not long after, the sound of the ape approached, probably running back again.
The woods were shaking, smoke and dust were faintly produced, and more than a dozen apes climbed to the top.
An ape stood at the highest point in the forest, waving its long arms and making eager calls.
The ape held a sword in his hand.
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The cliffs by the stream are full of practitioners, their eyesight is many times sharper than that of ordinary people, and they have already seen clearly the scenes between the cliffs.
Looking at this scene, many people's faces were a bit ugly, and Gu Han's face was even more gloomy, as if dripping water.
For the people of Qingshan Sect, Feijian is their most reliable partner and steadfast comrade in arms.
They take great care of their flying swords, sleep together every night, wipe them every day, and nourish them all the time.
Who would have imagined that after Jing Jiu successfully retrieved the sword, he would throw it to those apes for fun.
How disrespectful this is to Master Mo who passed away, to Shiyue Peak, and to the word sword!
The ape threw the sword over.
No matter how psychic it is, it is just a monkey after all, and its direction is out of control.
The sword rolled in the air, and it was about to fall into the stream.
Looking at this scene, some people's faces became even more ugly. The elder of Shiyue Peak snorted coldly, and was about to stand up to catch the sword, but stopped soon.
Because, Jing Jiu has already raised his hand.
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The sword suddenly stopped in the air, no longer turning over.
With a whoosh, the sword fell through the air, turned into a ray of light, and disappeared by the stream.
Countless eyes fell on Jing Jiu's right hand.
He holds a sword in his hand.
The sword had a dim luster and was somewhat wide and straight. It was the fairy sword returned to Qingshan by Master Mo of Shiyue Peak last year.
Shocked.
The sword was still tens of feet away from the surface of the stream in the air.
Jing Jiu stretched out his hand, and the sword fell into his hand.
This is withdrawing the sword, not sending it out, but being able to call it back from such a long distance shows that he has successfully defended the first realm!
Then he is naturally qualified to participate in the Sword Inheritance Conference.
Xue Yongge said excitedly to the people around him: "I knew I guessed right! He must be hiding in the cave every night and practicing hard! Really... really... really good at pretending!"
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People were surprised, and a lot of dissatisfaction arose after they came to their senses.
Some people are dissatisfied because they feel that they may miss something, such as Uncle Meili of Qingrong Peak.
Jing Jiu has successfully retrieved the sword, why didn't she know the news
She looked at Lin Wuzhi, who was smiling and silent in the distance, knowing that he had guessed it beforehand, her face turned ugly, and she knew that the other party had taken a step ahead.
Some people were dissatisfied because of Jing Jiu's attitude.
"It's a little disrespectful for you to treat the elder's legacy sword casually like this."
Ma Hua's fat face is rarely without a smile, it is very serious.
Jing Jiu glanced at him.
Normally, he wouldn't pay attention to this fat man at all, but today is the Chengjian Conference, with external courtesy, he feels that he should be more graceful.
"This is my sword."
Apart from this sentence, he didn't have any more explanation.
This is the sword he took from Jianfeng, and that is his sword.
All kinds of things in the past were cut with one sword.
There is no such thing as an elder leaving behind a sword.
He can do whatever he wants.
Hearing this answer, Gu Han and Ma Hua recalled the conversation that happened in the same place.
At that time, Gu Han asked Jing Jiu tauntingly if he was qualified to use Uncle Mo's sword? Jing Jiu's answer was also very simple, just one word - yes.
He is very good at ending a boring conversation with a word or sentence.
Because he never hesitated or thought when he said that word or said that sentence, and he felt that it was taken for granted.
"It's really unpleasant."
Mahua said with emotion.
Gu Han's expression became colder and colder.
"Since there is a sword, can we draw the sword?"
Guo Nanshan said.
His expression is still so gentle, with a smile.
Ma Hua felt a slight chill in his eyes, understood what he meant, and whispered a few words to the side.
Gu Han suddenly said: "Let Gu Qing go."
Ma Hua was a little surprised, thinking that he valued that guy too much.
Jing Jiu's method of taking the sword before was really beautiful, but after all, he was just a sword-cleaning disciple, why did he pay so much attention to it.
Guo Nanshan was silent for a while and said, "That's fine."
Since Jing Jiu is more proud than he imagined, he should bear greater setbacks, so that he can mature as soon as possible.
He thought he thought so.
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The breeze is coming, and the surface of the stream is slightly chaotic.
A young disciple walked into the stream from the opposite bank.
The breeze stirred the sword shirt, fluttering like a fairy.
"Oh, the new guy is pretty."
The little girl from Xuanling Sect said: "Although it's still not as good as the one opposite."
The one she was talking about was of course Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu looked at the boy, a little surprised.
The disciples by the riverside were also discussing, because many people had never seen this young man.
Some people who knew the inside story explained it, and they realized that this person was the legendary Gu Qing.
The disciples of Zhufeng had known Gu Qing's identity for a long time, and there was a faint commotion among the cliffs.