The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 31: 1 pot of tea is poor
No one came to ask Jing Jiu, nor did the powerhouse of Shang Defeng suddenly show up and take him to the cold sword prison.
Obviously, Liu Shisui did not tell anyone that he was not in the cave that night.
He learned from Junior Sister Yushan that Liu Shisui’s practice has become harder during the recent period, even harder than the previous three years, and the boy has become more taciturn, not knowing what he is thinking about every day. Only know that his realm is improving at an unimaginable speed.
Jing Jiu probably understands where Liu Shisui’s hard training and silence come from, and he has nothing but silence about this.
Other disciples of sword washing are also working hard, and they can see many figures on Jianfeng every day, and some have been able to walk outside the clouds.
In the following days, disciples successively succeeded in taking swords from Jianfeng. From time to time, laughter, grotesque and crying sounds can be heard by Xijian Creek.
For the fairy sword that can only be obtained so hard, the disciples naturally cherish it very much, and it is not enough to put it down. No matter when they are in class or eating, they will bring the sword by their side, carefully learning the appearance of the brothers and sisters, using the softest The satin ribbon is fastened and put on your back.
As for which ribbon should be used, which knotting method is the best, and the least pressure on the blade, it naturally became the main topic of chat in Xijian Pavilion.
Some disciples even hold their swords in their arms even when they go to the toilet and sleep.
In this situation, it wasn’t until Master Mei Li of Qingrongfeng vented his temper that he calmed down a bit.
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Jing Jiu has never left the Dongfu. These things were told to him by Junior Sister Yushan and the boy with the Yuan surname from Lelang County.
For him, these are vignettes that don’t require much betting.
Meeting Zhao Layue at the top of the peak that night and killing the master Bihu Peak was just an episode for him.
When he wanted to come to Zhao Layue, he was smart enough, and he should know that two people who have secrets should keep a distance, so this matter should stop here.
He didn’t expect that his deduction had a little deviation.
So he became famous again, even more famous than before.
A news spread on both sides of Xijian Creek.
The people who heard the news were shocked.
Xijian Pavilion is full of chaos, and people are talking about it.
Xue Yongge gave a strange cry and shouted: “How is this possible!”
Then he felt a little weird, as if he had had exactly the same reaction when he was in Nansong Pavilion.
The news even alarmed Meili and other immortal masters in Xijian Pavilion.
The uncle of Qing Rongfeng and Lin Wuzhi both had deep expectations for Jing Jiu, but they didn’t expect that he would become famous so quickly.
At the stone wall at the end of the Creek, Fatty Ma Hua handed a cotton towel to Liu Shisui, who was soaked in his body. He looked at him with a smile but said, “Do you know? Your son is famous again.”
Liu Shisui’s hand wiping his face became stiff, and after a moment of silence, he raised his head and asked a little nervously: “What’s the matter?”
”Zhao Layue finished her practice in Jianfeng and returned to Xijianxi.”
MCA said with emotion: “It seems that she actually completed the sword intent tempering body.”
Liu Shisui was startled.
Zhao Layue is the idol of all ordinary disciples, as well as his idol. He has never seen this legendary sister.
Senior Sister ending her practice in Jianfeng is of course a major event, but what does this have to do with… the son?
”The problem is that after Zhao Layue descended the peak, he did not go to Xijian Pavilion to meet the teacher, did not return to his own cave, but went to Jing Jiu’s cave.”
Ma Hua looked at somewhere downstream of the stream and said with emotion: “She is now with Jing Jiu…speaking.”
Liu Shisui breathed a sigh of relief, silently thinking that the son is of course extraordinary, and only a genius like Senior Sister Twelfth Moon would he be willing to say a few more words.
thinking that on weekdays, when Jing Jiu was with him, he used to talk very little, and he suddenly felt a little inferior.
MCA retracted his gaze, glanced at him, and said, “You don’t want to go and see?”
Liu Shisui shook his head, spread the cotton towel on the stone and waited for it to be dried by the sun, walked back to the stream again, and continued to concentrate on sword practice.
Ma Hua squinted slightly while looking at the thin figure on the stream.
He didn’t know what happened to this little guy.
In recent days, Liu Shisui has become more silent and more diligent. It seems that he has finally found some goal, and it seems that he is under some pressure.
Liangwangfeng’s swordsmanship lies in persistence and perseverance. Liu Shisui’s performance should be a good thing, but he always feels that something is wrong.
walked back to the natural pavilion surrounded by several green trees, he looked at Gu Han and asked, “You still insist that Jing Jiu is a waste?”
Gu Han said blankly: “Those who can’t hold a sword are all rubbish, even if he is a genius in the eyes of the world.”
MCA understands what he means and doesn’t say much.
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The class of Washing the Sword Creek is over. Dozens of disciples rushed out of the Xijian Pavilion and came to the stream.
Some of them wash their swords in the stream, some wash fruits and eat in the stream, and some just gather together and chat casually.
In fact, all of them are looking at the cliff on the other side of the stream.
There is a stone flat between the cliffs, and behind the flat is a cave, which is no different from other caves on the cliff.
At this time, there were two people vaguely in front of the cave.
“Is it really Sister Zhao?”
“Did you read it wrong?”
“The inner door that Yu Kun entered together with his senior sister, had been in Xijian Pavilion for dozens of days, how could he read it wrong?”
”Sister Zhao really went down the mountain? Then why is she there?”
“Look! She is really talking to Jing Jiu!”
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The disciples by the stream whispered, excited and nervous.
For them, Zhao Layue is the most respectable senior sister, and at the same time an inaccessible fairy.
Everyone knows that Senior Sister Zhao’s temperament is indifferent and reticent, she treats everyone the same, she has a sense of distance, even the Liang Wangfeng who wants to call her, she doesn’t want to get close, so why did she just end up in the sword? Will you come to see Jing Jiu if you practice **** the peak?
The most important thing is that she is really talking to Jing Jiu.
Is there any great thing about Jing Jiu?
A few days ago, he had already shocked many people when he entered the cloud directly at Jianfeng, but after all, he failed to take the sword directly, which was nothing.
”In the past two years, I have never seen Brother Jing do anything, but at critical moments, there are always amazing actions, which are really hidden.”
, a boy with the surname Yuan from Lelang County, said enviously when he looked at the picture on the other side.
Who doesn’t envy Jing Jiu at this moment?
”Is the elder sister also a layman?”
A disciple said with a puzzled face.
Everyone asked what they meant.
The disciple raised his hand and gestured on his face.
Everyone understood what he meant, and laughed and cursed.
“I got it!” Xue Yongge suddenly waved his arms beside him, and said angrily: “Jing Jiu must be sneaking into practice every night, coming to sleep during the day, and deliberately pretending to be calm, otherwise how could he leave? In the cloud of Jianfeng, can I still meet the big sister? I have seen a lot of people like this in the state school! What a hypocrisy!”
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In the eyes of the same door on the other side of the stream, Jing Jiu is the most enviable person, but he is still the same as usual, and he doesn’t talk much.
He even lay on the bamboo chair. If it weren’t for the ape behind the cliff who had moved two big rocks, he really didn’t know where Zhao Layue should sit.
”Is it good?”
“Hmm.”
”The sword intent tempering is over?”
“Hmm.”
Jing Jiu has few words, and Zhao Layue has not many words.
He feels good about this.
Yiu Shisui is also very good, but sometimes it is nagging.
He didn’t have much experience in small talk, thinking that the conversation was over, he looked at the porcelain plate again, holding a grain of sand in his hand, thinking about where to put it.
Zhao Layue did not speak, closed his eyes, and began to meditate in the sun, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth.
The injury that night was basically healed, and the pill Jing Jiu gave her was very useful. However, after staying at Jianfeng for more than a year, the sword intent has quenched her body. Accompanied by it, her body has suffered a lot of damage, there are many tiny holes in the meridians, and the agility of the sword pill is also somewhat affected. It takes time to fix it slowly.
I don’t know how long it took, she opened her eyes and found that the sun was swaying westward.
Jing Jiu still carried the grain of sand, looking at the porcelain plate, exactly the same as the initial posture.
It seems that time has only passed for a moment.
Zhao Layue looked at him, feeling that this young man was a little unfathomable.
The unfathomable depth here is not about realm strength, but something else.
It must be extraordinary to have such terrible patience~IndoMTL.com~Jing Jiu is like playing chess, a little uncertain.
Zhao Layue’s gaze fell on the porcelain plate, looked at the fine sand piled on the plate, looked for a long time, and said: “Something interesting.”
Jing Jiu raised his head, glanced at her, and said, “Interesting.”
He didn’t expect that this little girl would be able to see the meaning.
Zhao Layue said: “It’s too difficult, I’m leaving.”
Obviously, although she finds it interesting, she does not think that the most cherished time should be put on this kind of thing.
Jing Jiu said, “Okay.”
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A few days later, Zhao Layue came again.
Seeing the sword light falling in front of Jingjiu Cave Mansion, the disciples on the other side of the stream were still shocked.
“coming?”
Jing Jiu found that her hair was still so short, so messy, and covered in dust, like a clump of weeds in a wasteland.
I don’t know if this image is too clear in the sword sense, he suddenly feels a little thirsty.
There is no Liu Shisui making tea now, and his teapot is filled with springs that apes draw every day.
The teapot is on the stone table, and he is in the bamboo chair.
He was about to stretch out his hand, thinking of someone around him, so he glanced at Zhao Layue naturally.
Zhao Layue asked: “What do you mean?”
Jing Jiu said, “Pour me a glass of water.”
Zhao Layue said: “No.”
“Oh.”
Jing Jiu realized that she was not Liu Shisui.
The clear mountain spring tastes no worse than tea.
He was thinking while drinking the water in the glass.
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