The disciples on the bank of the Sword Washing Creek did not dare to discuss the big events that happened that day, and it was inevitable that there would be some exchanges in private, and soon the news spread, and they knew that the terrifying flying sword that day was actually the Chaolai Sword, and the crazy powerhouse was naturally the Lord of Bihu Peak, Lei Poyun.

It is said that the Lord of Bihu Peak was assassinated by the demons of the underworld and the assassins of the Immortal Forest in Chaoge City, and was seriously injured and is healing somewhere, who would have thought that he would appear in front of the masters and apprentices of Zhufeng in such a crazy state, as if he had gone mad, what happened here?

No one gave an answer, the incident gradually subsided, and those cliffs that were cut off by the sword light of Lei Poyun were also repaired by the formation master of Xilai Peak, looking at it with the naked eye, there was no trace, and after one night, it seemed that that thing had not happened at all.

But that poignant and crazy sentence still echoed among the peaks.

"Even if there is no one, what about the two!"

"What about no one, two?"

What does this mean by having no beginning or tail? No one can say clearly.

Thinking of the bizarre death of the senior uncle in Bihu Peak a few days ago, the whole thing became more and more full of strange feelings.

Jing Jiu knew the meaning of this sentence, and he also knew why Lei Poyun had not forgotten this matter before he died.

He stood on the edge of the cliff with his hands in his hands, looking at the dark night sky, and felt that this place was like an old well, and there was a faint hint of boredom between his eyebrows.

。。。。。。

At the top of Shangde Peak, the chill is biting, and in the meantime, no matter what the realm, you must maintain absolute sobriety.

Yuan rode the whale to the depths of the cave, looked down at the bottom of the well, and did not speak for a long time.

The frost and snow whitened the cave walls, and his hair became whiter, but it had nothing to do with the cold.

In order to suppress Lei Poyun last night, he used the sword dao he learned from the outside world when he was young, and the effect was remarkable, but the sword yuan consumption was also extremely dramatic, and it would take at least 100 days to recover.

More than 30 Shangdefeng disciples and deacons knelt behind him, waiting for his departure.

As the number two person in the Shenyun Sect, he was qualified to decide the future of many people, even life and death, but he didn't do so, and raised his hand to signal everyone to disperse.

Being able to release Lei Poyun from the depths of the heavily guarded Sword Prison is naturally not an ordinary person, and these disciple deacons have no way.

The question is why did the other party release Lei Poyun?

Yuan Qi Whale looked in the direction of Tianguang Peak outside the cave, thinking to himself whether this was a knife to kill someone, or another test of himself?

"What happened that day...... I still have to check, I can't break it. ”

He said slowly in a somewhat hoarse voice.

The deacon and his disciples had already withdrawn from the cave, and only his most trusted disciple, Chi Yan, was still here.

Chi Yan said: "There is news from the two forgotten peaks...... It's hard to know for sure, though, and I'm not convinced. ”

"Since there is news, of course it should be investigated, but it's just ......"

Yuan Qijing paused and said, "The day of the Chengjian Dabi is coming, don't make things too big." ”

Listening to the Chengjian Dabi, Chi Yan remembered something and said, "That Jingjiu...... Don't really need to look any further?"

No matter who it is, as long as Zhao Luoyue can look at it differently, he is qualified to get more attention.

Seeing that the senior brother didn't speak, Chi Yan said with a wry smile: "Over the years, there have been fewer and fewer disciples who are willing to come to our Shangde Peak. ”

The Chengjian Conference is the occasion for Shenyun Jiufeng to select Chengjian disciples.

But for those outstanding and potential disciples, why not choose Sword Peak?

For countless years, Tianguang Peak, where the head of the sect is located, is of course the place where the most disciples want to go.

Shangdefeng has extremely heavy authority, first-class swordsmanship, and Yuan Qijing is the senior brother of the master, but over the years, there have been fewer and fewer disciples who have signed up to inherit the sword.

Liangwang Peak can select talents from the disciples of Zhufeng, and rarely choose the object of Chengjian in advance, Shiyue Peak is biased towards academic research, and Xilai Peak manages the affairs of Shenyun, and there are relatively few disciples who sign up, but now the number of disciples who are willing to inherit the sword to Defeng is even inferior to Bihu Peak and Yunxing Peak, not to mention Qingrong Peak, why is this?

Was it because the atmosphere in Shangde Peak was too heavy, because the Sword Prison was too gloomy, or because all the young disciples were extremely afraid of them?

"Is that a slacker?"

Yuan Qi Whale snorted coldly and said, "Those little guys on the Two Forgotten Peaks, how can they let him go?"

Chi Yan didn't understand what the senior brother meant by letting go.

Yuan Riding Whale said: "You don't have to think about anything else, let's see if it is possible to take Bihu Peak over." ”

。。。。。。

Time moved slowly but firmly, and it didn't take long for the early winter to come.

It is said that at the request of Qingrong Peak, the head of the family agreed to open a hole in the Shenyun Great Array, and the cold wind and snowflakes from the outside world poured into Jiufeng in this way.

Looking at the snowflakes flying all over the sky, Jing Jiu once again had a feeling that he seemed to have forgotten something.

He began to deduce, but he got nothing, and it felt more and more strange.

After returning to Qingshan from that small mountain village, he had many feelings that he had not felt before, such as boredom, fun, and forgetfulness......

It is impossible for him to forget, so the generation of this feeling can only indicate that he has subconsciously avoided something.

Why? Because he's used to living so lazily at the moment?

On the day the first snow fell, Zhao Luoyue came again.

She meditated in the cave for dozens of days, perfectly digesting what she had gained on the Sword Peak, and the slightest damage had been repaired as before.

The snow fell between the cliffs, on the courtyard walls, and on her.

In the white world, her thick black eyebrows are incomparably distinct, like her eyes.

Seeing that sword light falling in front of Jingjiu's cave mansion, a lamentation sounded on the other side of the Sword Washing Creek.

"Senior sister is here again!"

"Why is she here again?"

"The seventh time!

The disciples beat their chests or put their hands in their hearts, disappointed and saddened by the choice of their idols.

"I was born in Layue, so it's called that. ”

Zhao Luoyue glanced at her bracelet and said, "In a heavy snowfall." ”

He had chatted with Liu Shisui before, and he had chatted with Zhao Luoyue several times, although he was still not used to why people would spend their leisure time chatting, but at least he accepted the existence of this matter, and knew that chatting about this kind of thing needs to start a certain topic.

He is not good at finding topics to chat with, and as for Zhao Luoyue, he only knows one thing.

"Which peak will you choose when you take the sword competition?"

Nine Summits selects the disciple they like at the Chengjian Conference, but if that disciple is too popular, then the situation will be reversed.

A genius girl like Zhao Luoyue naturally has enough room for choice.

At the Chengjian Conference, which mountain she would choose was something that the Shenyun Sect and even the entire cultivation world were very curious about.

But for a variety of reasons, no one would ever ask the question in front of her.

Until Jing Jiu felt as if he was going to start a small talk.

Zhao Luoyue didn't answer this question, looked at the peaks in the wind and snow, and was silent.

In the eyes of her classmates and teachers, she was a little arrogant, silent and indifferent, but in Jing Jiu's eyes, she was like a stubborn little girl, a little pitiful.

Jing Jiu raised her hand to rub her short hair, but put it down again and said, "Don't think too much." ”

Zhao Luoyue retracted her gaze, looked at him and said, "I'm going to Sword Peak to make final preparations." ”

The so-called preparation is naturally the Chengjian Conference.

She came here to say this to him in the wind and snow, just to say goodbye.

Saying goodbye is often a very sad thing, but it doesn't apply to Jingjiu.

"See you then. ”

He said.

The long road of repair, there are many encounters, reunions, and the most is goodbye, and then never see each other.

He has seen too many joys and sorrows, life and death, so he can be very indifferent now.

In the face of time, what else can you do except be indifferent?

。。。。。。

Zhao Luoyue left the bank of the Washing Sword Creek and headed towards the Sword Peak.

She didn't wield the sword, not because the little cyan sword was badly damaged, but because of something else.

At the end of Xijian Creek, she was blocked by Gu Han.

[Because it's written and sent, there aren't many manuscripts, and I've been really busy lately, so I may break the update at any time, I hope you forgive me ~ try to keep changing ~]

[I've been in a hurry lately, so I don't have time to review, please forgive me for the typos.] 】