When Jing Jiu came back to the front, Zhao Layue had already woken up.
She looked around vigilantly, and the small blue sword flew silently around her, ready to attack at any time.
She vaguely guessed where this place was, but she couldn't believe it, so she became even more nervous.
It wasn't until Jing Jiu walked out that she relaxed a little and asked, "What's going on?"
Jing Jiu said, "As you can see, we are already at the peak."
Zhao Layue's voice trembled a little: "Is this the cave of Master Uncle?"
Jing Jiu said, "It should be."
Zhao Layue put away the green sword, stared into his eyes, and said after a long silence, "How did you do it?"
She had long guessed that Jing Jiu should have a way to climb to the summit, but when he really did it and brought her to the summit, she was still very surprised.
Jing Jiu thought for a while and said, "When you were sleeping, a fairy with a white beard suddenly appeared, brought us here, and then disappeared."
Zhao Layue looked at him without saying a word.
Jing Jiu said, "This story is not good?"
Zhao Layue said, "Not good."
Jing Jiu said, "Is it possible for you to believe that a little bit?"
Zhao Layue looked at him and said seriously, "I'm not Liu Shisui."
Jing Jiu sighed, "Looks like I have to think of another story."
Zhao Layue asked, "Who the hell are you?"
Jing Jiu said, "I'm also looking for the answer."
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In the cave left by Immortal Jingyang, there is a stone chair with a cushion on it. Simple patterns of flowers and birds are embroidered with gold thread on the cushion. Some fuzzy, but not broken, and this cushion is very thick, soft like a cloud.
Jing Jiu sat on it unceremoniously, and then watched Zhao Layue looking around for something in the cave.
"You're looking for that sword?"
Zhao Layue stopped, looked at him puzzled and said, "Don't you want to find that sword?"
Jing Jiu wanted to say something to her, but she had already gone to another place.
Zhao Layue searched inside and outside the cave, but still couldn't find the sword. She sensed it with her sword sense, but there was no response.
She walked to the edge of the cliff, looked at the mountains and fields, and wondered if the sword was in the peak? But Shenmo Peak is so big, how can I find it
The rising sun is on the other side of the mountains, and a few rays of morning light leaked through, illuminating the white clouds, but the mountain is still dark.
Her face was a little pale.
"What's wrong?"
Jing Jiu walked to her side.
Zhao Layue lowered her head, like a child who has done something wrong: "I didn't find that sword."
Jing Jiu said, "It doesn't matter if we can't bear the sword, we can go to Liangwang Peak."
When he said this, he didn't seem to have thought about it. Of course Liangwangfeng would welcome Zhao Layue very much, but would it be the same for him
"It's not about Chengjian."
Zhao Layue thought that if Master Jingyang's uncle failed to ascend, the sword was still on Shenmo Peak, which meant that he might still be healing here.
If the sword was gone, then he might not be there either.
She vaguely guessed that Jing Jiu should have something to do with Master Jing Jing's uncle, but she didn't know whether she should tell him or not.
She sat down on the edge of the cliff, hugging her knees, looking very lonely.
This is the first time Jing Jiu saw this kind of weak emotion on her face.
When he met for the first time at the top of Jianfeng Peak, he could see that there was a deep depression hidden in this little girl's eyes.
There are answers to many things tonight.
"Master Uncle is dead."
Zhao Layue looked at the silent mountains, thinking about the deserted and empty cave, thinking in her heart.
She murmured: "It turns out that he is really dead."
So what's the point of all the things she's done in the past four years
The pressure, exhaustion and sad emotions that cannot be spoken to others and can only be buried deep in the bottom of my heart surged out at this moment.
There was a soft clang.
The green sword broke in two and fell to the ground, losing all its aura.
puff! Zhao Layue spat out a mouthful of blood and passed out.
Looking at this scene, Jing Jiu was a little moved.
He had never had this kind of emotion in the past, and even if he had, it was something from his youth, and he had long forgotten it.
Since I set foot on Qingshan again, such emotions have appeared several times, such as when I drank that cup of tea when I was ten years old, such as now.
"He's not dead."
Jing Jiu was silent for a while, then said, "He just almost died."
After saying this, he raised his right hand.
There was a soft snap.
His palm hit Zhao Layue's head.
The breeze was blowing, the white clothes fluttered, and an indescribable breath spread out on the peak.
An inexhaustible source of sword energy poured in from the top of Zhao Layue's head, protecting her severely damaged sword heart, and then slowly nourishing and repairing it.
After I don't know how long it took, after confirming that she was fine, Jing Jiu withdrew his right hand.
He went back to the cave, took a towel and wet it with spring water, walked back to the edge of the cliff, held her in his arms, and began to wipe her face.
He wiped it very carefully, and the blood and dust on the little girl's face were quickly wiped off.
He glanced at her fluffy and messy short hair, thought for a while, went back to the cave, took a shady wood comb, and began to comb her hair.
The yin wood comb with a cold and detached atmosphere is perfect for combing hair.
The little girl's messy short hair quickly became smooth, and the dust disappeared without a trace.
While combing her hair, Jing Jiu said to himself.
"So your family name is Zhao."
"But it was obviously a light snow that day, so there is no heavy snow."
"Besides, do you have to be called Layue when you are born in the twelfth lunar month? This name is really not a bad name."
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Zhao Layue woke up again and found that she was still in Master Jingyang's uncle's cave, but this time she was not on the cold ground, but on a warm jade bed.
This difference in treatment didn't make her think too much, because she was a little confused at the moment, wondering if she said something she shouldn't have said when she fainted just now.
When she saw herself in the bronze mirror, she felt something was wrong, why her face became so clean, and...
She completely forgot her previous worries and guesses about Jing Jiu's identity, rushed outside the cave, and said, "What did you do to me?"
Jing Jiu said, "I didn't do anything."
"Did nothing? How do you explain this?"
Zhao Layue pointed to her hair and said.
Her short hair was combed up and tied into a small bun, facing the sky.
Jing Jiu said, "What's wrong?"
Zhao Layue said angrily: "How can you braid me into the sky! I'm not a child!"
"Your hair is so short, it can't be called a braid, it's just a curly hair."
Jing Jiu looked at her and said seriously, "And I think it's cute."
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(This is a tribute to Butterfly, Fang Xiang, and Liuxia, who like to wear soaring braids recently. There is only one chapter today, not tonight. This is the real tribute...)