Jing Jiu shook his head.
Zhao Layue glanced at him and said, "Do you think I'm weird?"
Jing Jiu said, "You can do whatever you want."
Zhao Layue walked up to him, looked at the surrounding cliffs, and said, "Did you know? The person I admire most is Master Jingyang's uncle."
Jing Jiu said, "There are many people who admire him."
Zhao Layue said, "But I've never seen him before."
Jing Jiu said, "Very few people have seen him."
Zhao Layue glared at him.
Jing Jiu raised his hand to signal her to continue.
Zhao Layue calmed down and continued, "I've always been very regretful, thinking that it would be great if I could practice together with my master and uncle at the same time."
Jing Jiu felt that he became a bit like Liu Shisui, always wanting to talk.
For example, at this time, he really wanted to say congratulations.
Zhao Layue said: "But now I finally come to his mountain, it feels like being with him, I am very happy."
Thinking about the hidden teacups and utensils in the cave, and looking at the baggy clothes on her body, Jing Jiu finally confirmed a fact.
This talented girl who is arrogant and indifferent in the eyes of the world turned out to be Jingyang's fanatical follower, referred to as: nympho.
Thinking that he was standing next to her, Jing Jiu felt a little weird, and asked, "Aren't you worried that he will fail to ascend and die?"
Zhao Layue said: "Master Uncle has long been prepared for this matter. If so, who in the world can harm him?"
Jing Jiu said, "I think you're thinking too much."
Zhao Layue said: "Firth Sword has always been by my side, so it is obvious that I am the master's uncle who prepared in advance, and of course you."
Jing Jiu said, "We are different."
Zhao Layue said, "What's the difference?"
Jing Jiu said, "It's just different."
Zhao Layue said: "I have a sword bracelet, and you have it too. I want to come here, and you want to, and now we are here."
Jing Jiu glanced at his bracelet, thinking that it did make some sense.
But he knew that was not the case, he shook his head, lay down on the bamboo chair, closed his eyes and began to rest.
I don't know when he moved the bamboo chair from Xijianxi.
Closing your eyes doesn't mean you're sleeping, it could be silently calculating something.
Rest does not mean doing nothing, you can take advantage of your brain to calm down and observe yourself.
Jing Jiu's mind sank into his body.
This is not the first time for him to look at himself, but he is still not used to it, and it took him some time to see the sea.
The vast, unfathomable silver sea.
The breeze brought by the thoughts created ripples on the silver sea, which looked like molten metal.
The sea is higher than the land, and on the edge of the sea, there are countless rivers flowing deep into the dry wilderness.
Rivers are meridians.
Going to the sky, the river gradually narrows, turning into a channel in the trunk, and a towering tree appears in front of you.
This is the tree that the seed of the Tao bears.
In the depths of the Tao tree hangs a fruit.
The fruit is very pale in color, and it is hard to tell whether it is ripe or not.
In other schools of practice, this fruit will become a golden elixir, or a natal bell.
For Qingshan disciples, this fruit is called Jianguo.
Now the true essence in his meridians has also turned into something like mercury, which means that the sword essence has been pure.
With the passage of time, under the nourishment of Jianyuan, the sword fruit will become completely transparent and become a glass-like sword pill.
The day he formed Jianwan was also the day he entered the realm of Chengyi.
But what he is looking forward to more is the moment when he enters Wuzhang Realm, because at that time, his flying sword can be combined with Jianwan, in other words, he can take the flying sword back into his body.
He wondered what would happen if he did that.
For other ascetics, this is no problem.
But the Qingshan Sect, Chaotian Continent, and even the entire world have never seen him in such a situation.
Jing Jiu opened his eyes and found Zhao Layue sitting cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, meditating and practicing.
The red Firth sword quietly stopped on top of her head.
A vague breath slowly moved back and forth between Firth Sword and her body.
After several years of painstaking training at Jianfeng, Zhao Layue has already reached the perfect state of artistic conception, and now with the help of Fu Sijian, it is expected that he will be able to enter the Wuzhang state within two years.
When will Jing Jiu be able to enter Cheng Yijing? Still the same word—wait.
Climbing to the peak last night, he was not injured, but he still consumed a lot of sword energy. He was a little tired and didn't have the energy to play in the sand.
At this time, the wind on the cliff is clear, Yu Yang is warm, it is a good time for a nap, he closes his eyes and prepares to really sleep for a while.
Unexpectedly, just as he was about to fall asleep, a series of monkey cries suddenly came from the lower cliff.
The ape screamed loudly and was obviously very happy.
Zhao Layue opened her eyes and asked, "What's the matter?"
Jing Jiu said, "The monkey moves."
Before Jingyang ascended, all the birds and beasts in Shenmo Peak were driven away and scattered among the peaks.
A few years later, Shenmo Peak was once again banned, and those birds and beasts didn't know about it, but the apes who had washed Jianxi Cliff moved back as quickly as possible.
Those apes have lived in this peak for countless years, and they have long been tired of wandering outside.
There are no tigers and leopards who dare to compete with them in the current Shenmo Peak. The forest is full of sweet fruits, and the apes are of course very happy.
The only regret is that there are fewer insects in the mountains now, and it is more difficult to make tooth sacrifices.
"Shut up." Jing Jiu said to the cliff below.
The cheerful calls of the apes disappeared immediately.
Although I couldn't see it, I could imagine how scared and uneasy those apes were.
The mountain became dead silent again.
Zhao Layue glanced at him.
Jing Jiu said again, "Just keep your voice down."
The apes cried out happily, as if they were answering, but their voices were much lower.
Shenmo Peak became alive again.
However, it didn't take long before the cliffs became noisy again.
The angry screams of the apes, the snapping of branches and the crash of heavy objects can be heard everywhere.
"What's going on?" Zhao Layue asked.
"The monkeys from Shiyue Peak came to grab the territory. Those guys are not big, but there are too many of them."
Jing Jiu held the iron sword and prepared to go down the mountain.
Zhao Layue was startled slightly, and asked, "What are you going to do?"
"Help the monkey fight."
Jing Jiu's tone was very natural, as if it was a matter of course.
Zhao Layue said in surprise, "Help the monkey fight?"
"This is our monkey."
Jing Jiu turned into a cloud of green smoke and jumped directly into the forest below the cliff.
Zhao Layue was stunned for a long time before she woke up, thinking about Jing Jiu's last words, she was so ashamed.
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