Chapter 107

The night was deep, and suddenly there was an ape cry from the cliff. A moment later, it was quiet again. It seemed to be surprised by something.

Gu Qing and a young man surnamed yuan walked out of the cave and looked at the figure coming up the mountain road. They were very surprised, especially Gu Qing.

The man was wearing a blue cloth sword shirt. It was like ink in the night, but it wouldn't make people feel dirty. It was very clean.

What do you do when you come to Shenmo peak in the middle of the night? Is it because I didn't accept the injury during the day and came to trouble?

Gu Qing has been a sword boy in Nanshan for many years. Now he meets the old master at Shenmo peak. It is inevitable that he looks a little unnatural. He bows and salutes without talking.

Well nine sat in a bamboo chair, ignored it, and didn't get up.

In terms of generation, he is the martial uncle of Nanshan. It's normal to do so.

However, crossing Nanshan is the first disciple of the leader. He has a special status. No matter which peak he went to, he would be given a seat by the peak master. When did he have such treatment.

But he had no reaction and sat down on the cliff boulder by himself.

The young man surnamed yuan gave Gu Qing a nervous look and asked if he should make tea for guests?

Gu Qing stood where he was and didn't move.

Having seen Nanshan a moment ago, he naturally prepared to go to the cliff to make tea.

In the past, he was used to doing such things when he was in liangqifeng.

He knows that Nanshan likes to drink cheap jasmine tea most, and he prefers to cook a bowl of black tea in a Xihai iron pot before going to sleep.

But soon he woke up.

Now he is not the sword boy of liangforgetting peak, but the disciple of Shenmo peak. He just needs to listen to the teacher's instructions.

If well nine asked him to make tea, he would make it. If well nine didn't speak, he wouldn't make it. It's that simple.

After crossing the Nanshan Mountain, without looking at Gu Qing, he reached out and picked up the teapot on the table, poured a cup of cold water and said, "lung meridian is injured and it's easy to be thirsty."

His injury originated from Jing Jiu, but his voice was very calm and didn't mean anything else, just explained.

"It has nothing to do with you. I made a mistake myself."

Guo Nanshan looked at Jing Jiu and said, "I was a little too proud to break into the wild a few days ago. Today I tried to use the sword beyond my ability to get this lesson."

Well nine looked at him.

Guo Nanshan continued, "I told you three years ago that you might have misunderstood liangforgetting peak. Now it seems that the misunderstanding is very deep."

Well nine said, "do you want to clear up the misunderstanding?"

Guo Nanshan shook his head and said, "seeing is not necessarily true, not to mention words. You said that our Tao was different, so don't force it."

Well nine said, "then why did you come to God's last peak?"

Guo Nanshan said, "I came to tell you that if there is such a thing in the future, I hope you don't do too much like today."

Well nine didn't speak.

Guo Nanshan then said, "this is a request, not a sign of weakness. Younger martial brother Gu Han already knows your sword fighting style and can't be defeated by you again."

He didn't mention himself in this sentence - since Jing Jiu couldn't even overcome Gu Han, let alone him.

Well nine said to him, "if you just say these inexplicable words, don't come here in the future."

This is the meaning of seeing off.

Or by guest.

Gu Qing came forward, raised his right hand and motioned for help.

Guo Nanshan took a deep look at him and said nothing.

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The night visit to Shenmo peak was to meet the teacher, and the sword was broken, so I chose to walk over Nanshan.

Leaving the peak, he came to the cliff and looked at the wooden house occupied by apes. He couldn't help shaking his head.

Looking back, under the stars, the lonely peak is like a sword.

The nine peaks of green mountain are the most isolated and natural.

He came here tonight and naturally had some ideas.

The fairy sword was broken, and the injury was not light. He visited all night. There was no accusation, but only suggestions.

He felt that he had released enough goodwill and showed enough demeanor.

Unexpectedly, Jingjiu was so indifferent.

He then thought of Gu Qing, the sword boy who had served him for many years. He couldn't help but pick his sword eyebrow slightly.

——Is there any magic in this lonely peak? All people who come here will become like shishuzu?

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"If you fight Gu Han again, will you have a chance?"

Zhao Layue went out of the cave and asked Jing Jiu.

She heard those words from Nanshan.

Well nine said: "I told you, my Kendo talent is the best green mountain."

Zhao La Yue said, "even if he adapts to your sword fighting style?"

Well nine said, "you have to remember one thing."

Zhao Layue listened carefully.

Gu Qing and the young man surnamed yuan looked attentive.

Well nine said, "everything is a sword. How can there be only one style?"

... six hundred miles from Tianguang peak to Nansong Pavilion. It's three hundred miles from nansongting to Xiaoshan village. If it takes only more than an hour to control the sword, even if the sword is poor, you need to stop and rest from time to time and meditate and reply. It takes only half a day at most. If you walk, it will take eight or nine days. If it is a person who has just been abandoned to cultivate and destroy sword pills, it will take a whole month. Back in the small mountain village, looking at the bamboo forest and the pond that had not been seen for three years, Liu ten seemed to regain some strength, and his weak steps became stable. When he came to the yard and looked at the half closed wooden door, he hesitated for a long time before shouting, "Dad, I'm back." At night. Liu lay in bed at the age of ten, tossing and turning, and couldn't sleep all the time. Across the thin wall, the voice of the next room is very clear, and the curse with disappointment and anger has been replaced by a long sigh. If Liu's mother hadn't stopped him quickly and looked at his weakness, Liu's father would have broken the stick in his hand. The next room was quiet for a while, and the weeping sound of Liu's mother sounded again. Liu looked at the roof at the age of ten and felt some pain in his heart. The sword pill was destroyed and the meridians were broken. Even after a whole month, he was still very painful. The only thing that comforted him was that, just like the last time he came back, his parents were in good health, with black hair, no white hair, and no wrinkles on his face. The next day, many villagers learned the news and came to Liu's house. The old village head asked about the situation and patted Liu's ten-year-old shoulder. On the third day, when Liu was ten years old, he felt almost rested and went out of the house. Now it's spring ploughing and the farm work is very heavy. He wants to help. There is a distance from home to my field. He saw many villagers on the road, including familiar uncles and brothers and some unknown children. Those children should have been born in the past seven years in Qingshan. No matter the villagers you know or the children you don't know, when you see him, you will subconsciously turn around. When he walks past, people's eyes will fall on him again, accurately on his back. The emotions in those eyes are very complex, including ridicule, contempt and fear. Liu was ten years old and could feel this without looking back. When he came to his field, he found that the water had been filled. The water surface was very quiet, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds. It was a little beautiful. Liu's father was dividing the seedlings. Liu's mother had just beaten two pots of mountain spring water and was ready to go home to cook. She didn't say anything when she watched him come. After receiving the seedlings from his father, Liu stepped into the paddy field at the age of ten. His feet were stuck in the wet mud, he couldn't stand still, and he was so weak that he sat down. Laughter rang out in the paddy field not far away, but somehow it soon disappeared, and then there were scolding and crying. The blue sky and white clouds reflected on the water broke into pieces. When Liu was ten years old, he sat in the paddy field for a while before he remembered that he was a loser. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.