When Jing Jiu returned to the front, Zhao Luoyue had already woken up.

She looked around vigilantly, the small cyan sword flying silently around her, ready to strike at any moment.

She vaguely guessed where it was, but she couldn't believe it, so she became even more nervous.

It wasn't until Jing Jiu walked out that her expression relaxed a little and asked, "What's going on?"

Jing Jiu said: "As you can see, we are already at the peak. ”

Zhao Luoyue's voice trembled slightly: "This is the cave mansion of Uncle Shizu?"

Jing Jiu said: "It should be." ”

Zhao Luoyue took the green sword, stared at his eyes, and said after being silent for a long time, "How did you do it?"

She had already guessed that Jing Jiu should have a way to reach the top, but when he did it, and took her to the top with him, he was still surprised.

Jing Jiu thought for a moment and said, "While you were sleeping, a white-bearded immortal suddenly appeared, brought us here, and then disappeared again. ”

Zhao Luoyue looked at him and didn't speak.

Jing Jiu said: "This story is not good?"

Zhao Luoyue said: "It's not good. ”

Jing Jiu said, "Is it possible for you to believe that a little?"

Zhao Luoyue looked at him and said seriously: "I'm not Liu Shisui. ”

Jing Jiu sighed: "It seems that I have to think of another story." ”

Zhao Luoyue asked, "Who are you?"

Jing Jiu said: "I'm also looking for answers. ”

......

......

There is a stone chair in the cave left by Xuanyuan Zhenren, there is a cushion on it, and the cushion is embroidered with a very simple flower and bird pattern with gold thread, I don't know how many years it has been grinded, the color of the gold thread has long faded, and even the pattern is a little blurry, but it has not been broken, and this cushion is very thick, soft like a cloud.

Jing Jiu sat up unceremoniously, and then watched Zhao Luoyue look around for something in the cave.

"Are you looking for that sword?"

Zhao Luoyue stopped, looked at him and said with some puzzlement: "Don't you want to find that sword?"

Jing Jiu wanted to say something to her, and she had already gone somewhere else.

Zhao Luoyue searched all the inside and outside of the cave, but still didn't find the sword, and used the sword to perceive it, but there was no response.

She walked to the edge of the cliff, looked at the mountains, and thought to herself, could it be that the sword is in the peak? But the peak of the end of the god is so big, how can she find it?

The morning sun was on the side of the mountains, leaking a few rays of morning light, illuminating the white clouds, and it was still dark under the peak.

Her face was a little pale.

"What's wrong?"

Jing Jiu walked over to her.

Zhao Luoyue lowered her head, like a child who had done something wrong: "I didn't find the sword." ”

Jing Jiu said: "It doesn't matter if you can't take the sword, we can go to Liangwang Peak." ”

When he said this, he didn't seem to think that Liang Wangfeng would of course welcome Zhao Luoyue, but would it be the same for him?

"It's not a matter of Chengjian. ”

Zhao Luoyue thought that if Xuanyuan Senior Uncle Ancestor's ascension failed, and the sword was still at Shenmo Peak, it meant that he might still be healing here.

If the sword is gone, then he's afraid it's gone.

She vaguely guessed what relationship Jing Jiu should have with Xuanyuan Master and Uncle Ancestor, but she didn't know if she should tell him.

She sat down on the edge of the cliff, hugging her knees, looking very lonely.

This was the first time Jing Jiu had seen this kind of weakness on her face.

When they met for the first time at the top of Sword Peak, he could see that there was a deep depression hidden in the eyes of this little girl.

A lot of things have been answered tonight.

"Uncle Shi is dead. ”

Zhao Luoyue looked at the silent mountains, thinking about the deserted and empty cave, and thought in her heart.

She muttered, "So it's really dead." ”

So what's the point of everything she's done in the past four years?

The pressure, exhaustion and sadness that cannot be spoken to others and can only be buried deep in the heart welled up at this moment.

There was a soft thud.

The green sword broke in two and fell to the ground, losing all aura.

Poof! Zhao Luoyue spurted out a mouthful of blood and passed out.

Looking at this picture, Jing Jiu was a little moved.

He had never had this kind of emotion before, and even if he did, it was a teenager and he had long forgotten it.

Since stepping on Qingshan again, such emotions have appeared a few times, such as when I drank that cup of tea at the age of ten, such as now.

"He's not dead. ”

Jing Jiu was silent for a while, and then said, "He just almost died. ”

After saying this, he raised his right hand.

There was a soft snap.

His palm hit the top of Zhao Luoyue's head.

The breeze came slowly, the white clothes fluttered, and an indescribable aura spread on the peak.

An endless stream of sword yuan poured in from the top of Zhao Luoyue's head, protecting her severely damaged sword heart, and then slowly moisturizing and repairing it.

I don't know how long it took, but after confirming that she was okay, Jing Jiu withdrew her right hand.

He went back to the cave and took a hand towel to wet it with spring water, walked back to the cliffside, held her in his arms, and began to wipe her face.

He wiped it very carefully, and the blood and dust on the little girl's face were quickly wiped away.

He looked at her fluffy and messy short hair, thought for a moment, went back to the cave and took a yin wooden comb, and began to comb her hair.

The yin wood comb that hides the cold breath is the most perfect for combing hair.

The little girl's messy short hair soon became smooth, and the dust disappeared without a trace.

Jing Jiu combed her hair and said to herself.

"It turns out that your family name is Zhao. ”

"But it was a light snowfall that day, so there was no heavy snow. ”

"Besides, is La Yuesheng going to be called "Luo Yue"? ”

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......

Zhao Luoyue woke up again and found that she was still in the cave mansion of Xuanyuan Shi's uncle, but this time it was not on the cold ground, but on a warm jade collapse.

This difference in treatment didn't make her think too much, because she was in a little messy at this time, and she didn't know if she had anything to say when she fainted just now.

When she saw herself in the bronze mirror, she felt that something was wrong, why her face had become so clean, and ......

Completely forgetting her previous worries and speculation about Jing Jiu's identity, she rushed outside the cave mansion and said, "What did you do to me?"

Jing Jiu said: "I didn't do anything. ”

"Didn't do anything? So how do you explain that?"

Zhao Luoyue pointed to her hair and said.

Her short hair was combed and tied in a small mustache, facing the sky.

Jing Jiu said, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Luoyue said angrily: "How can you tie my pigtails! I'm not a child!"

"Your hair is so short, where can you talk about braids, that is, a mustache. ”

Jing Jiu looked at her and said seriously: "And I think it's cute." ”

[I don't have time to review, please forgive me for the typo.] 】