Zhao Layue was really angry.
Jing Jiu hurriedly said, "I've thought up a new story, or there's a new development in the story just now, do you want to hear it?"
Zhao Layue raised her eyebrows slightly, and said, "That old fairy again?"
Jing Jiu said: "Yes, when you were unconscious just now, that old fairy came again. He knew you were looking for a sword, so he told me."
Zhao Layue thought about the secrets of this guy and the things that happened one after another, she was a little nervous, and said, "Do you really know where that sword is?"
Jing Jiu looked at her and said with a smile, "He said...that sword has always been in your hand."
Zhao Layue was a little puzzled, looked at her hands, and suddenly noticed the sword bracelet on her wrist.
Could it be... Is this what he said
Her mood fluctuated slightly, and the sword bracelet rose silently, turning into a silver sword rope, dancing in the air.
Jing Jiu held out his hand.
Zhao Layue looked at him quietly, and handed the sword rope into his hand.
Jing Jiu held the hilt of the sword with his left hand, and tightly held the rope with his right hand, sliding it down slowly.
There was only a dense crackling sound, and a group of silver sparks splashed out from the gap between his palm and the sword rope.
Silver shavings flew down, and the metal on the surface of the sword rope peeled off, just like a snake shedding its skin, revealing the true appearance inside.
The color of the sword was extremely bright red, like coral, and also like fresh blood.
Zhao Layue looked at the sword and murmured, "It's so beautiful...is this the Forsi Sword?"
Jing Jiu said, "Yes, this is Furth Sword."
He handed the sword to Zhao Layue.
Zhao Layue was silent for a long time, and finally did not answer.
"You found this sword, so it is naturally yours."
Firth Sword represents not only a sword, but also the inheritance of Shenmo Peak, the mantle of Jingyang.
Zhao Layue was very proud and unwilling to accept this kind of gift. She looked at Jing Jiu and asked, "Are you a descendant of my uncle? Or are you the true descendant of my uncle?"
Jing Jiu thought for a while and said, "From a certain point of view, both of these arguments make sense."
Zhao Layue said: "Then this sword should be yours."
Jing Jiu said, "You said that he chose you as Chengjian disciple of Shenmo Peak."
"I haven't met Master Uncle. I only know that when he passed by Chaoge City, he met my mother. At that time, I was accused of being Chengjian's disciple when I was still in mother's womb. Qingshan Sect sent a teacher early Come to protect me, so before I was born, I was destined to no longer be an ordinary noble lady. I don't need to marry for the benefit of the family, and I don't need to attend those boring poetry parties, and I don't have to worry about being selected into the Palace, my life is blessed."
Zhao Layue said: "All the good things and being envied are bestowed on me by my uncle, but... I have never met him, I have never been able to discover the secret of this sword, and I have no ability to ascend to Shenmo Peak, so I How can you be qualified to be his true successor?"
Jing Jiu said, "Maybe he doesn't think so."
Zhao Layue looked up at him.
Jing Jiu said: "Your ability and your will are not important, because his will is very clear. You have been wearing this sword bracelet since you were born, which shows that he has wanted you to inherit Shenmo Peak from the very beginning. Put Firth Sword by your side?"
Zhao Layue was silent for a long time, looked at Jing Jiu twice, said nothing more, walked to the sword platform deep in the cave, and inserted Furth sword into it solemnly.
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The long night has passed, the faint morning light illuminates the high peak, but the mountain is still very dark.
The people at the foot of the peak had dispersed a lot. Among the guests watching the ceremony, the eminent monk from Guocheng Temple and the two princes from Chaoge City were still there, and the little girl from Xuanling Sect was still holding on. Nanshan, Lin Wuzhi, Gu Han and other Jiufeng disciples naturally had to wait until the end.
People didn't have confidence in Zhao Layue and Jing Jiu's summit of Shenmo Peak. After one night, even the last hope was shattered. People just didn't understand why the master didn't take action to rescue them at this time. Are you ok? Have you encountered any danger
Suddenly, a strong wind blew up in Shenmo Peak.
The strong wind howled, and the wild trees all over the mountain swayed non-stop. The thick broken leaves under the forest rose with the wind and danced wildly in the sky. The picture looked very spectacular and beautiful.
After crossing Nanshan Weiren, why can I hear the voice of Shenmo Peak
He didn't have time to think more deeply, and another drastic change happened.
The strong wind swept the fallen leaves and swayed up, reaching the top of Shenmo Peak, and finally touched the cliff illuminated by the morning light.
The morning light seemed to ignite the powder of those fallen leaves, and a raging fire ignited between the cliffs, silent but wild.
That wasn't a real flame, it radiated infinite light, but it didn't have much heat.
The cliffs and forests of Shenmo Peak were illuminated, and it seemed as if the day had come in an instant.
It's not over yet, those cliffs and forests even began to glow by themselves, emitting countless lights from the inside out.
People could clearly see the partition of the sword formation. The Shenmo Peak was like a shattered but uncracked giant glass, with countless faces inside, refracting the light, and it was extremely magnificent.
The light became denser and brighter, and the partition lines became more and more blurred, until at a certain moment, there was a soft sound between the sky and the earth.
Like the flame, this voice is not real, but it clearly lands in everyone's heart.
Whether it is the sword consciousness or the Zen heart and the sea of consciousness, this voice can be heard.
This is the sound of swords.
This is a broken silver bottle.
The jade beads landed on the plate.
Incredibly crisp.
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The breeze is coming, and the morning light is slightly scattered.
The wildfire between the cliffs has disappeared, and the sound of the sword has disappeared without a trace.
Shenmo Peak stands under the sky, still so quiet and solemn.
As if nothing happened, the mountain is still the same mountain.
But everyone knows that this mountain is not the same as before.
The restriction of the sword formation was lifted, and Shenmo Peak reappeared in the world.
The Ninth Peak of Qingshan continues the inheritance!
Looking at the lonely peak in the morning light, Guo Nanshan was silent, Lin Wuzhi looked surprised, and Gu Han was speechless.
The little girl from Xuanling Sect rubbed her astringent eyes and asked, "What happened?"
The elder Shi Yuefeng who presided over Chengjian said with emotion: "Congratulations to my little uncle for continuing to inherit."
A somewhat sad voice came from the master of Qingrong Peak in the distance.
"I didn't expect to see this mountain again so soon."