The cold stars are dim and bronze, and the wind and rain are flying out of the box. The dragon scales are three feet long and the tiger's energy is a thousand years old, as if the elf is worth talking about.

I remember that at that time, I once brought my old friends to wasteland. This path is like earth now. I draw the divine light and see the crown and dress again.

The first place is to be hired by the Ming Pei Zhong, and only understand the knowledge and agree with each other. Looking back at Sutai, the fish intestines suddenly rose, and countless beryllium grew.

If you try to hang the grass from the grave, the tide of the wild tide is like a hero, and it is hard to tell the truth. If a gentleman comes to the state, he will forget his grudges.

(Looking far away, chanting the sword of Yanling Jizi, Qing Dynasty: Cao Zhenji)

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Of course, there is more than one cave in Shenmao Peak.

Apart from the monkeys, only Jing Jiu knew where other caves were.

The cave in the Peak Tower Hall seems to be just a single one, but in fact there is a different cave inside, which can lead directly to the sky or to countless quiet places in the lonely peak.

There is a cave deep in the belly of the mountain, and there is a pool carved from a whole piece of mountain jade on the ground. The surface is extremely smooth. It is not water, but some kind of light golden liquid, emitting a soft light.

Jing Jiu lay in the pool with his eyes closed.

A light golden liquid flooded his neck, covering his body that was smoother and whiter than the surface of the jade pond, and only his pale but still beautiful face was exposed.

I don’t know what these light golden liquids are, and emit extremely pure spiritual energy. Although they are far less than the immortal immortal talisman he held in his left hand, they are countless times more intense than the spiritual energy of Shiyuefeng’s medicine garden. Could it be that these liquids were countless elixirs transformed into the water?

I don’t know how long it took, Jing Jiu opened his eyes and stood up from the jade pond. The night pearls inlaid on the cave wall sensed and illuminated the cave.

The light golden liquid flowed from the tips of his right finger and fell back into the jade pond, and the color seemed to be much lighter.

His right hand was still severely deformed, like a twisted sword.

The light golden liquid flowed down, and his body was instantly clean, without a drop. I don’t know if the liquid was a bit weird or his skin was too smooth.

Jing Jiu walked to the stone wall, waved to open the hidden door, took out the white clothes prepared in advance and put them on, and then closed the door again.

In this short time, you can see behind the Hidden Gate a wider cave with some debris and countless crystals piled up.

It turns out that the light golden liquids in the jade pond are all made of crystal petroleum.

With the volume of the jade pond, it takes at least hundreds of pieces to fill it with liquefied crystals. It has been more than a year for a medium-sized sect, but he uses it to take a bath?

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Of course, Jing Jiu is not taking a bath.

Although he was a Chaoge native, he spent most of his years in the green mountains and had long developed the habit of southerners, and he was very lazy.

He is recovering from his injuries.

In fact, if it weren't for the serious injury this time and he needed to think of some solutions, he wouldn't remember that he had hidden so many crystals in the Shenmao Peak back then.

After soaking in the jade pond for so long, the cracks on the surface of the sword ball and the arm bone have been repaired as before, but the injury on the right hand has not improved at all.

He raised his right hand to his eyes and made several moves.

The seriously deformed right hand is very inconvenient to move, and the movements appear a bit stiff and weird.

He shook his head, carried his right hand behind him, and rose upwards to the air.

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The heavy stone door opened, bringing some smoke and dust.

Gu Qing and Yuan Qu walked out of the hall, and the monkeys under the cliff called out several times.

The white cat on the edge of the cliff opened its eyes, and the cicada almost fell to the bottom of the cliff, but was lifted up by an invisible force.

Zhao Layue turned over from the bamboo chair, looked at Jing Jiu who was walking out of the cave, and asked, "How?"

Jing Jiu didn't expect that Liu Ada was not in her arms, and then he figured out why, and said, "There are still some problems."

The monk from the sea is the chief of the Law Hall of Guocheng Temple. He should be able to rank among the top five based on the theory of real combat power. It is even more terrifying when he uses the heroic self-sacrifice method of the Prajna Palm of the World.

Jing Jiu is the middle realm of the wilderness. He is undoubtedly the strongest among the younger generation of practitioners, and is still much worse than the monk who crosses the sea.

The most important thing is that his realm is not enough to exert his body's true abilities.

His body is very special. Zuo Yi, who was able to kill Bihu Peak in Jian Peak just after entering Qingshan Sect, was based on this.

This brought him many benefits, such as not being easily injured. In this way, he broke the sword of Nanshan in Qingshan's sword test and dealt with the Qilin that suppressed the realm for so long. However, it also brought a problem, that is, if this body is really seriously injured, it will be difficult to recover.

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If the sword is broken, you have to go to practice, and if the person is injured, you should go to treat it.

There are all practitioners in Qingshan, so naturally there is no need for a doctor. The elixir of Shiyuefeng can solve most of the problems.

But Jing Jiu went to Yunxing Peak.

Countless clouds and mists cover this mountain, and are driven by an invisible force to wander around on its own, but they never disperse all year round. Perhaps because of this reason, it is called Yunxing Peak.

He and Zhao Layue stood in front of the peak. Looking at the scene, he did not think of the past, but also thought of Yunmeng Mountain in the Zhongzhou School, although the latter had never been there.

When the disciples of Yunxing Peak saw them, they were very surprised and hurried forward to salute and asked the two uncles if there was anything they needed to help.

If the Qingshan Flying Sword is seriously damaged, it will usually be sent to Yunxing Peak for repair, and then sent to the rocks in the peak to nourish and refine.

The disciples of Yunxing Peak thought that Jing Jiu came to practice the sword, and were nervous and a little excited, thinking that they could see the rumored universe front today?

There are many secrets in the battle of Guocheng Temple. However, the battle between Jing Jiu and Qilin became the most famous thing in Qingshan in recent years under Zhuo Rusui's deliberate publicity.

Everyone knows that Uncle Mo's black iron sword was reborn in the hands of the junior uncle and was promoted to an immortal-level flying sword. The disciples of Qingshan were naturally very curious.

Unfortunately, they failed to see the universe front because the sword that Jing Jiu was going to practice was not this one.

He walked towards Yunxing Peak side by side with Zhao Layue - I don't know if he followed some extremely ancient rules, or if he still didn't like to control swords.

Yunxing Peak is full of rocks, steep cliffs, desolate eyes, without any greenness, and without life.

There are sword intent everywhere, appearing and looming in the cliffs, stones, and clouds.

Jing Jiu and Zhao royue soon arrived at the middle section of Yunxing Peak and disappeared into the clouds and mist.

The disciples of Yunxing Peak dispersed.

The clouds that never dissipate all year round can block the disciples' vision, but cannot block the gaze of Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue.

Whether it is the innate invisible sword body or the acquired invisible sword body, there are a pair of sword eyes that can see through the reality of the world.

"We old people are still used to calling this place Jianfeng."

Looking at the strange-shaped stones and feeling the ubiquitous sword intent, Jing Jiu said: "According to the ancestors' speculation, the Tiansha Eye of the Qingshan Spirit Vein is deep in the ground of the Sword Peak, but the sword intent there is too sharp, and no one can get close to check it."

Zhao Layue said: "The ancestors of all generations have used the murderous aura emitted from here to refine swords and hide swords, so Yunxing Peak is called Sword Peak?"

Jing Jiu shook his head and said, "Heaven and earth form a peak by themselves, and swords are produced in the peak, so it is called the sword peak."

Zhao Layue was a little puzzled and thought to herself, wasn’t it because there was Qingshan Sect first and Jian Peak?

Jing Jiu said: "Ten thousand years ago, this mountain raised a sword on its own. The founder of the school learned the true meaning of the sword path through this, and the Qingshan Sect was found."

Zhao Layue was very surprised. When she was learning swords by the bank of the Jianxi River, no one told her about this, and there were no relevant records on the Sword Sutra.

In this way, that sword is in a sense the ancestor of Qingshan?

Jing Jiu knew what she was thinking and said, "For tens of thousands of years, this mountain has been continuously producing new flying swords. The sword returns to Qingshan. At the beginning, it was not that the sword cultivator left the sword to his younger disciples after his death, so that the other party could inherit Qingshan's sword spirit, but it was a very simple literal meaning."

Zhao Layue said thoughtfully: "The sword comes out of Qingshan. It took the sword cultivator a lifetime to go back to Qingshan after the end?"

Jing Jiu led her to continue to move upwards.

The higher the Yunxing Peak, the deeper the fog, and the sword intent becomes more and more fierce and dense.

Those flying swords that were born from heaven and earth, returned by the previous teacher before his death, were hidden in rocks and stuck in the cracks of the cliffs, everywhere.

Some flying swords have handles, some have handles, and they are stuck in cliff rocks like nails, and there is also a sword embryo that has just been punched in a blacksmith shop. It has a bit of original and ancient meaning. It is difficult to distinguish it in a random rock or like a branch.

Zhao Layue thought that this kind of thing should be the flying sword born from Jian Peak, but she just wanted to refine her sharpness, but I don’t know that it would take thousands of years.

The flying swords on the cliff suddenly vibrated slightly, making a very low and unheard buzzing sound.

Zhao Layue could not hear those sounds, but when he was in it, he could naturally feel the change of the sword intent and his expression changed slightly.

She once used sword intent to temper her body for several years before she could cultivate her acquired invisible sword body. She was very familiar with the environment here and those sword intents. She didn't understand why these flying swords were so turbulent. Looking behind Jing Jiu, she thought to herself if it had anything to do with the universe?

The universe edge was wrapped in many layers of cloth tape, and it lost all its brightness and edge. It looked inconspicuous and was still tied to Jing Jiu's back.

"It's so noisy." Jing Jiu said.

Those flying swords suddenly became much quieter.

Jing Jiu looked somewhere in Jian Peak.

The universe's edge emerged and turned into a bright and quiet sword light, passing through layers of clouds and mist, inserted into a place between the cliff and began to nourish itself.

He didn't come to return the sword, but he just felt that the sword was too cold and too sharp, so he was afraid that Gu Qing would not be able to control it, so he took it to Jian Peak to raise it.
To be continued...