Of course, he still has a way to climb to the top of the peak, but just like what he said to Zhao Layue, it is very likely that someone is watching here at this time.
The head and Yuan Qijing can see this, if they want.
At other times, Jing Jiu would definitely not continue walking towards the peak, but go back directly, but...
He glanced at Zhao Layue, thinking that this little girl would be very disappointed, right
"Then... let's see."
He looked at the mountains deep in the sea of clouds and said softly.
He stretched out his finger and tapped the bracelet on Zhao Layue's wrist.
Without making a sound, the bracelet left the girl's wrist and turned into a sword in his hand.
I don't know why, but this extraordinary sword rope is willing to obey his orders.
With a slight movement of his mind, the sword rope popped out like a snake, wrapping around Zhao Layue's body.
He untied the sword from his back, took it back after thinking about it, and carried Zhao Layue up to the peak.
His technique was very ingenious, and the place where the sword cable was in contact with her body could receive even force.
Holding Zhao Layue in his hands, it was like sleeping in a hammock. She slept soundly and did not wake up.
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Jing Jiu's style of ascending the peak is naturally completely different from Zhao Layue's.
He was not as cautious as Zhao Layue, taking three steps forward and two steps back, turning left sometimes, and swipe lightly at other times.
He didn't pay attention to anything, he just left.
Walking two steps forward on the mountain path, he encountered a sword intent.
There was a snap, crisp and loud, and a tear appeared on the white clothes.
He went on without a pause, as if unaware.
Continuing on the mountain road, his footsteps became faster and faster, he encountered more and more sword intents, and the crisp sounds became more and more urgent.
Clap clap! It was like a storm coming, or like countless bowstrings breaking at the same time, or like countless swords colliding with each other.
The sound of swords was continuous, and the area separated by the sword array was forcibly opened up. The sound echoed between the cliffs, but could not go out of the peak, and gradually mixed together, becoming deeper and deeper, more and more terrifying, just like thunder In general, they kept sweeping the mountain road.
If anyone was on this mountain road at this time, they would be deafened by the thunder of thousands of sword sounds.
Zhao Layue was not awakened, her face was ruddy, and she was sleeping soundly. It seemed that Jing Jiu was protecting her well.
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I don't know how long it has passed, but the night is still dark, and the morning light has not yet arrived.
The peak of Shenmo Peak is already in sight.
Between the cliffs of Qingfeng, several pavilions can be faintly seen.
Jing Jiu stopped and rubbed his face.
All the way from the peak to here, smashing through so many sword intents, even his face was a little numb.
His white clothes are very special, impenetrable by water and fire, and resistant to flying swords, and it has become dilapidated by this time.
Dozens of cloth strips hung on his body, revealing his body like white jade, looking very embarrassed.
There was a sudden sound of wind between the cliffs, and the sobbing continued, very sad, like a devil crying.
Dozens of cold soul fires floated out from the cracks in the cliff in front of them, and gradually merged together, showing a ferocious and ugly face, which looked extremely terrifying.
"No wonder Mochi's nickname back then was Mingling, it was really ugly."
Jing Jiu looked at the ghost exuding an eerie aura and shook his head.
Many years ago, Daoist Taiping was on the verge of death. There was a battle between the human dynasty and the Ice and Snow Kingdom in the Lanling Snowfield.
The head of the sect brought all the strong swordsmen from Jiufeng to help, leaving Qingshan with some ordinary disciples to stay behind.
Just at the right time, the curtain roller lost some extremely important information, and the information fell into the hands of the underworld master.
This underworld monster led his subordinates to sneak into the Nine Peaks through the loopholes in the Green Mountain Formation recorded in the data, hoping to obtain something.
They didn't expect that that thing was not in the Sword Prison on Shangde Peak, but on Shenmo Peak.
Master Ming deduced and calculated, and felt that Jingyang should be in retreat, and the opportunity should not be missed.
Jingyang spent most of his life in retreat, so he did not miscalculate.
But Master Ming did not expect that when they first stepped into the nine peaks of Qingshan Mountain, the four guards would wake up at the same time, so Jingyang went out.
Facing those strong men from the underworld, Jingyang killed them with a single sword strike.
The underworld master was also seriously injured and almost failed to escape.
Because this matter involved a big secret of the Green Mountain Sect and had something to do with the shutter-roller, it was covered up very closely.
Of course, Mingbu himself would not publicize this fiasco, so until now, few people knew about it.
After Sect Master Qingshan came back, he felt that he should clear away the remnants of the soul fire, at least deal with the corpses scattered around the top of Shenmo Peak.
Jingyang felt that it was too troublesome, Shenmo Peak had no disciples and no guests, so why bother.
So the corpses of those strong men from the underworld were scattered among the chaotic cliffs, until they were blown by the wind and rain, turned into bones, and then turned into dust.
As for the fragments of the soul fire, they survived, and now they have become ghost-like existences.
This kind of resentful spirit integrated with soul fire has no intelligence, only resentment and fierce thoughts, which may be troublesome for ordinary disciples.
But in Jing Jiu's eyes, there is no difference between these soul fire remnants and the smoke from the unburned wet wood in the stove.
"spread."
He carried Zhao Layue to the peak.
He didn't pause at all when he passed that terrifying ghost.
The ghost let out an ear-piercing scream, trying to swallow Jing Jiu into its belly.
Suddenly, the underworld scattered and turned back into dozens of cold underworld fires. Those underworld fires screamed in fear, and fled desperately towards the surroundings of the peak, but failed to escape very far, and fell powerlessly on the cliff. On the stone, it turned into dozens of wisps of blue smoke and disappeared without a trace.
"It's much easier to get them together than to find them everywhere."
Thinking like this, Jing Jiu walked into the small building on the peak, just like most buildings in the green hills, there is a cave behind the small building.
This is Jingyang's cave.
The pavilions are naturally made of the most precious giant trees, the ground is covered with white jade, the carved beams and painted buildings are not tacky, and all the details are perfect.
But obviously, no one has been here for a long time, whether it is between the beams or the ground paved with jade, there is a light layer of dust.
Jing Jiu walked to the wall, stretched out his hand and turned the luminous pearl on the wall.
Accompanied by a few light clicks, the ground trembled slightly, and something began to rotate.
The breeze came, and the dust on the beams and the ground was blown out of the building. Soon, the cave became spotless and very clean.
Jing Jiu put Zhao Layue on the ground and walked around the building, occasionally reaching out to touch the stone walls, pillars and those utensils.
Finally, he came to the middle of the small building, looked around with his hands behind his back, feeling a little emotional.
He hadn't thought he'd be able to see these again so early.
Zhao Layue changed his plan, but now it seems that it feels good.
He walked into the cave, and pressed lightly on the stone wall at the end, and the stone wall opened silently, revealing a quiet room.
There are dozens of clothes hanging in the stone room, mostly plain colors, which look quite clean.
Jing Jiu's fingers flicked slowly among these clothes, and finally stopped.
He picked out a white dress, which didn't fit very well, and he could barely wear it.