The mountain path in Shenmo Peak is very narrow and dilapidated, with stone steps of different heights, some places don't even have stone steps.
Immortal Jingyang never goes down the mountain, there are no disciples here, every few years, the sect master brings elders to Shenmo Peak to pay respects, and he walks with a sword.
The deeper you go into the Shenmo Peak, the more dilapidated the mountain road is, and the stronger the forbidden sword formation becomes.
No matter how careful she was, Zhao Layue suffered more and more wounds, and the blood gradually stained her clothes red.
Tempering the body with the sword intent was not enough for her to avoid all the dangers in the sword array, nor could it completely resist the cutting of those sword intents.
Jing Jiu followed behind her with his hands behind his back.
"I'm tired," he said.
Zhao Layue stopped and sat cross-legged, absorbing the vitality of the world and regaining her spirit.
After some time, she opened her eyes.
"Why are you following me?"
She glanced at Jing Jiu and confirmed that there were no wounds on his body: "It looks like you don't have to follow me at all."
Jing Jiu said, "I told you, I'm just curious."
When he was talking, he didn't look at her, but stared at the porcelain plate in front of him, holding a grain of sand in his hand, thinking about where to put it.
Looking at the reassembled sand grains in the porcelain plate, and thinking about the space cut by the sword intent in Shenmo Peak, Zhao Layue was thoughtful.
She stood up and looked at the quiet and palpitating mountain road. After a moment of silence, she flicked her wrist and grasped the sword rope that the bracelet turned into.
This seemingly ordinary sword rope bound the Wuzhang Realm Uncle Zuo on Bihu Peak at the top of Jianfeng Peak, and it was absolutely extraordinary.
Jing Jiu thought to himself, no wonder looking at Jiansuo looked familiar that night.
Knowing that Zhao Layue was going to explore the way with a sword rope, he shook his head.
This choice is smart, but not a good choice.
Zhao Layue asked, "Why?"
Jing Jiu said, "Don't use it until the last moment, because someone is watching us."
Shenmo Peak is restricted by a sword array, and the scene inside the peak cannot be seen outside the peak, which is more secretive than the clouds on the top of Jianfeng Peak.
Zhao Layue thought about this, and felt that it was really difficult to move forward, so she prepared to use the strongest method she had hidden.
But there are always exceptions to everything.
The giants of the Tongtian Realm can see through all the fog.
Looking at the entire continent, there are not many great beings in the sky-reaching realm, but unfortunately, there may be two in the Qingshan sect.
Jing Jiu believed that the two of them didn't have their real bodies to wash Jianxi, but just sent a message with the sound of the sword, so they should be watching from their respective peaks at this time.
Zhao Layue remembered that he once said that Yuan Qijing might have entered the Tongtian Realm secretly.
So who exactly is Jing Jiu vigilant and guarded against? The head or Uncle Sword Lawyer
Zhao Layue withdrew the sword cable and continued walking towards the front of the mountain path.
This time her speed was slightly faster, and the number of times she was cut by the sword intent was much less. I don't know if it has something to do with the recombined sand grains in the porcelain plate.
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The night was getting dark.
"I'm tired."
Jing Jiu said it for the third time.
Zhao Layue stopped and opened her eyes to look at the peak.
She has been walking for a long time, and the peak of Shenmo Peak seems to be far away in the sky.
"I still overestimated myself."
Zhao Layue was silent for a moment, and said, "How could it be possible for Master Uncle to climb to the top so easily?"
This sentence has two meanings.
"You're already pretty good."
Jing Jiu's tone was flat but sincere.
Zhao Layue took the elixir and bandaged the wound. Judging from the ointments and supplies, she was well prepared.
Jing Jiu didn't do anything to help her, but just stood aside and watched.
Calm, often appears very indifferent.
He is like a bystander.
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Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue entered Shenmo Peak, and people outside the peak could no longer see them.
The so-called forbidden peak is like this, no matter what the line of sight is or what, it will be cut off.
Looking at the deserted mountain road, people have different moods.
The little girl of Xuanling Sect leaned against her uncle's arms, yawning.
She had fallen asleep twice, but still insisted on refusing to leave.
She felt that this was the most interesting thing that happened to Qingshan during this trip, and she didn't want to miss the ending of the story.
It doesn't matter whether the ending of that story is sad or happy.
The faces of the two princes from Chaoge City were full of worries, but they didn't know who they were worried about and why.
On the top of Tianguang Peak, there was a sea of clouds and mist, and a tall figure stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at a certain direction among the peaks.
Elder Mo, who had just rushed back from Shenmo Peak, looked at that figure with anxiety on his face.
"Senior brother... sect master... later... when you save... that little girl... don't forget... Jing... Jing Jiu."
On the top of Shangde Peak, the cave was as cold as an ice cellar. Yuan Qijing stood by the bottomless well, silent for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.
The late banquet entered in a hurry, coughing and talking about the situation in Shenmo Peak.
Yuan Qijing walked outside the cave, looked at the sea of clouds under the starlight and the lonely peak breaking through the clouds in the distance, and said with a sneer, "I really don't know how to live or die."
I don't know if he meant Zhao Layue or Jing Jiu, or the two of them
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The peak is right in front of you, not in the sky, but it is actually more than two thousand feet away.
The night is as deep as ink, and the quiet clouds at the top of the peak, reflecting the starlight, are as eye-catching as white paper.
Zhao Layue was covered in blood, there were sword cuts all over her clothes, and even the bandages had been cut off again, making her look miserable.
"You want to know why I must climb this mountain?"
She sat down against a pine tree beside the road.
This is the first time she has voluntarily stopped.
Her face was snow-white, her eyes were no longer as sure as usual, and she was a little tired.
Jing Jiu walked up to her, and handed over a large green leaf with crystal dew in it.
Before you know it, the night is at its deepest, and the morning is approaching.
Zhao Layue took the green leaf and brought it to her lips to drink it.
Jing Jiu said, "Why?"
"Because I am really the disciple of Chengjian chosen by my uncle."
Zhao Layue looked at the peak and said, "You all think I'm talking nonsense and making excuses, but it's true."
On the bank of the stream, she said that she was the disciple of Chengjian selected by Master Jingyang's uncle. No one questioned this, because no one could invite Master Jingyang's uncle who had ascended to come back to prove it, but as she said, not many people actually believed it. This statement, Master Jingyang wholeheartedly, has never accepted apprentices for hundreds of years, why make an exception for her
Innate Dao Seeds are really great for the cultivation world, but what is it for Master Jingyang
Jing Jiu said, "I believe in you."
No hesitation, no thinking, just the usual four words.
"Thank you."
In addition to thanking him for his trust, there are other reasons.
She said, "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have come this far."
Along the way, Jing Jiu said many times that I was tired.
In fact, those were the moments when she was exhausted to the extreme.
She didn't know why Jing Jiu could judge so accurately, but she was very grateful to him.
It seemed that Jing Jiu played opportunistically, followed her and copied her formation-breaking footwork, so he was not injured.
But Zhao Layue knew that this was not the truth, the real reason was that he was very familiar with the sword array of Shenmo Peak.
If he didn't want to accompany her, he might have reached the peak already.
Without his company and those seemingly unintentional secret pointers, it would be impossible for her to come here alone.
Jing Jiu said, "Even if you are the chosen one, don't be so anxious."
If Zhao Layue was only worried that Shenmo Peak might break the inheritance, she could go to Liangwang Peak and practice hard for another three years.
Three years later, Zhao Layue should be much stronger than he is now, and he will have a greater chance of success if he tries to climb the peak again at the next Sword Inheritance Conference.
"I'm really in a hurry."
Zhao Layue said: "Because I'm afraid it will be too late."
Jing Jiu thought to himself, should I hug you
Zhao Layue thought to herself, I can't tell you the real secret.
I just want to go to the summit and see if that sword is there, that man is there.
"I want to sleep," she said.
Jing Jiu said, "Sleeping at this time, it's hard to wake up."
She looked at the peak and said, "I'm really tired, and I forgot whether it's been three or four years."
After saying this, she closed her eyes, leaned against the pine tree and fell asleep, and soon snored slightly.
Her eyelashes are long and uncluttered.
Her hair is short and slightly disheveled by the wind.
It seems that she is really tired.
Jing Jiu looked up at the dead and silent cliff, feeling a little regretful.
He did not regret choosing to climb the mountain with the little girl.
Shenmo Peak's restrictions are set too strong, even he now finds it a little troublesome, this is really embarrassing.
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(It was posted on the WeChat official account yesterday. Let me repeat it here. In Chapter 35, Mr. Dolern made a lot of comments on the passage when Zhufeng selected Chengjian disciples. It is very interesting. If you are interested, you can read that chapter Notes or this chapter, when I wrote it, I was really thinking about the rookie conference.)