Chapter 441 Sharpening the Sword

Jing Jiu sat on the cosmic front, left Shenmo Peak, broke through the clouds, and landed in Yunji Town with the clouds.

He walked into the restaurant, and when the white soup in the pot boiled down a finger, the carriage arrived.

The glazed windows on the roof have been replaced with new ones, and the arrangement of the Gu family is still as appropriate.

A few days later, the carriage arrived in Chaonan City, Jing Jiu went to Baoshuju, left a list and left again.

The owner of Baoshuju looked at the names of the magic weapons on the list, with sweat running down his face, thinking that these magic weapons were either the treasures of a certain sect, or they were legendary things that had been lost for a long time, where could he find them?

Jing Jiu didn't take the car anymore, bought a hat, left Chaonan City on foot, and arrived at the bank of Daze in just a few days.

Daze in summer is not as refreshed by the lake breeze as people imagined. On the contrary, because it is shrouded in evaporating water vapor, it looks particularly sultry. Even if it does not move, it will sweat at any time, just like the poor owner of Baoshuju.

Perhaps because of this reason, no one can be seen on the streets of the town, only the cries of cicadas and frogs are intertwined.

Jing Jiu's body can be soaked in lava for several hours, so naturally he won't sweat due to the heat. He stood on the street wearing a hat, quietly listening to the cicadas and frogs, and the subtle movements hidden behind these sounds.

After Qingshan Jianxiu entered the Chengyi Realm, he could perceive all sounds within tens of meters, such as insects singing and grass moving. Jing Jiu's perception ability was infinitely stronger. If he hadn't used the Zen technique of Guocheng Temple to shield part of his perception ability, even the sound of chilling cicadas gearing up would be as terrifying as thunder in his ears.

At this time, his five senses were fully opened, and all the voices from the small town and even the Daze flooded into his ears.

In the courtyard to the west, there were a few old men playing mahjong with their feet soaked in buckets, making obscenities, and he could even hear the sound of those old men rubbing their fingertips against the patterns on the mahjong tiles.

Then he heard a lot of noises in the big lake, all of which were prawns eating mud, fish eating grass, and then they were all eaten by big fish. Finally, the greedy big fish was caught out of the water by a wooden fake fish and became the fisherman's dinner tonight. So who is the fisherman working hard for?

Jing Jiu wore a hat and walked in the deserted streets and the sultry summer wind. He didn't go crazy because of these sounds, and he didn't feel too much emotion. He just looked for the unnaturalness in the noise of the natural world seriously and focused, and it took him two full hours.

There is a clamshell in the dark gutter of the town, and that's where the sound comes from.

It is very common for clams to spit water. Although the shell of this clam is small and the surface is a little dry, it looks like a dead clam.

Jing Jiu went to the gutter and knelt down, and said to the clam, "You and Qingshan have the most shallow enmity. In fact, if it wasn't for the instigation of senior brother, those enmities might not exist. I think we can discuss some things."

The clam shell moved slightly, but did not respond further.

What Jing Jiu was looking for was Emperor Xiao. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have thought that the sword escaper was actually living in a clam shell, but thinking of the sentence that he was doing a dojo in a clam shell, it seemed to be a very natural thing.

The clam shell was just a disguise, and it was the tortoise shell that really protected Emperor Xiao and allowed him to successfully avoid the search of the Qingshan Sword Formation.

Even if Jing Jiu's right hand was not injured, it might not be able to cut through the turtle shell.

Emperor Xiao's voice came out from the clamshell: "You have always known that I live here, but there is nothing you can do about me. Why should I betray the real person to you? Can you still promise not to kill me?"

Jing Jiu said: "You misunderstood, I didn't come to you because of that matter, I just wanted to borrow a tortoise shell from you."

Emperor Xiao said helplessly, "If I want to lend you the tortoise shell, wouldn't I be asking for my own death?"

Jing Jiu thought about it, and found that it was true. No matter what, it was impossible for Emperor Xiao to agree to his request.

He glanced at the deformed right hand, thinking that he could only find another way.

At this time, a strong wind suddenly blew up on the surface of Daze Lake.

The aura that Emperor Xiao exuded when he spoke alarmed the strong man Daze who had been closely monitoring the town, and the other party was rushing over with the method of wind and rain.

Qingshan and Daze have a good relationship, but meeting each other is troublesome, so Jing Jiu turned around and left.

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That mussel may have dived into the depths of the big lake, or it may have hid in a well in a certain courtyard. Emperor Xiao had been hiding under Daze's nose for so many years, even the Castle Peak Sword Array couldn't kill him, as long as he didn't come out, no one could do anything about it, and if he didn't make a sound, even Jing Jiu couldn't find him again.

Jing Jiu walked forward in the lake, waving away those annoying aquatic plants and ignorant fish, thinking about the last sound of Hu Pai celebrations before entering the big lake, thinking that those mortals were playing Qingcheng mahjong, no wonder he was so happy to touch a chicken with one hand.

Daze is extremely vast, and the water is also extremely deep. As you go deeper, the sky becomes lighter and weaker, and the aquatic plants become thinner, turning into a barren white sandy land, and the ignorant small fish are gradually replaced by ugly and fierce big fish and monsters. When Jing Jiu walked to the center of the Daze, which was about a hundred feet deep, there was no light at the bottom of the lake, and it was as dark as night. Of course, this did not affect his sight in any way.

He was still like a real stone, with no breath or taste, no sense of life, not to mention the sky silver alien dragon, even higher-level beasts would find it difficult to find his existence—except for the special existence of the blue dragon and the corpse dog.

In the past, when he left Qingshan, he would take Liu Ada with him. That was because he knew that he would encounter great troubles and strong opponents. He left Qingshan this time to heal his injuries. Naturally, he would not provoke those powerful enemies. No one could find out his existence, so naturally there would be no trouble.

A few days later, he walked out of the lake. The water dripped from his hat and clothes, and wet the sand under his feet.

This is already hundreds of miles away on the north shore of Daze. There are dense green reeds in the shallow water, and dense forests ahead, with no human habitation.

Jing Jiu's mind moved slightly, and the sword fire overflowed from his body, quickly evaporating the lake water on his body, but he forgot that he was still wearing a hat.

The hat turned into blue smoke and disappeared, revealing his face.

Dozens of sand gulls circled back from the lake, ready to fall back to their nests in the reeds, suddenly looked at him on the beach, were frightened, and the small fish in their mouths fell like rain.

Jing Jiu stretched out his hand and cut off more than ten reeds, just like braiding Zhao Layue with one hand, made a crude hat and put it on his head.

His figure disappeared into the woods.

No one knew that he had been here, and no one knew where he was going, not even the ghosts in the green hills.

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For the next ten days or so, Jing Jiu headed north all the way, constantly looking for ways to heal his wounds.

In Guocheng Temple, it seemed normal for the cross sea monk to sacrifice his life, but since it was the lightning method of Taiping Daoist, it was naturally extraordinary.

During the journey to the north, Jing Jiu seldom rested, but occasionally he would take a bite of the mountain breeze and drink some dew.

He doesn't feel hunger and thirst, but just wants to do something appropriate to make himself look more like a fairy, and he heard that the luck of the fairy is not too bad.

He searched all the predecessors' caves that he remembered and marked in his brother's notes, and went to several famous mines, but there was nothing to gain.

As time went on, he felt that his right hand was getting worse and worse.

Although he knew it was an illusion, he still couldn't stand it.

One night, he stood by the cliff and looked at the stars in the night sky, thinking silently, if the thing in Chaoge City couldn't heal his injury, what should he do?

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When I came to Chaoge City, the midsummer had not passed yet, the scorching sun shone brightly on the streets, and there was no room for shadows at all.

Pedestrians either held umbrellas or wore hats to shade the sun. Jing Jiu was wearing a hat newly bought in Yu County, so he was not very conspicuous as he walked.

Walking into the alley and coming to the gate of Jing's house, he habitually looked back at Taichang Temple. The newly built Taichang Temple a few years ago is exactly the same as the previous one, but I don't know if it is because there is no rain, the black eaves and corners no longer exude the sense of splendor as before, but just blindly lifeless.

There is a lock on the door of the well house, and everyone who comes here has gone out, not sure if they are visiting friends or relatives. Jing Jiu looked at the lock and thought about it seriously, but he still couldn't remember if today was a day for the court officials to take a rest, and he couldn't remember where the key was hidden, so he pushed the green brick directly into it.

He only wanted to save a lock for the Jing family, but he didn't think that Duke Lu's mansion would lose a piece of precious porcelain.

Walking into the study room, confirming that the furnishings and the chess pieces on the chessboard have not changed from before, Jing Jiu nodded, then looked at Lu Ming, the son of Duke Lu, who was standing there respectfully, and said, "Let your father come over."

Lu Ming heaved a sigh of relief, and went back to the Duke's mansion through the tunnel. Looking at the broken Jun kiln vessel, he sighed and hurriedly prepared to enter the palace.

In less than half an hour, Duke Lu, who was discussing the state affairs with His Majesty the Emperor, rushed back, and came to Jing's house through the tunnel, panting.

In Guocheng Temple, he told Jing Jiu that His Majesty is under a lot of pressure now, and he hoped that Jing Jiu would come to Chaoge City. He didn't expect that Jing Jiu would come in less than a year. This made him feel that his opinion was valued by Jing Jiu, and he was very happy. He smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to come so soon."

Jing Jiu didn't know why he was so happy, and said, "I'm going to Taichang Temple, is Zhongzhou still keeping an eye on it?"

Duke Lu was stunned, and realized that his coming to Chaoge City had nothing to do with what he said. He said with a wry smile, "Canglong is dead, and there is only an empty shell left in Zhenmo Prison. The Zhongzhou faction will feel humiliated and angry when they see it. They don't care about the affairs of Taichang Temple."

In the afternoon, Jing Jiu pretended to be a steward and followed Lu Guogong into the Taichang Temple, and then disappeared into the courtyard.

There is a newly built tunnel in the depths of Taichang Temple, which leads to the depths of Zhenmo Prison. There are many green bamboos and wild flowers planted around the entrance.

In a remote corner, there is a clump of purple flowers.

Jing Jiu came to the clump of purple flowers and said, "The bell that has been tied around your neck for a while is picked from here."

After saying this, he remembered that Liu Ada didn't come out with him this time, and he was still on the top of Shenmo Peak at this time.

He shook his head, stretched out his hand to dig the soil under the purple flower, and was very careful not to hurt the root of the purple flower.

Buried in the soil under the purple flowers was a piece of white matter, with warm tentacles, but with a faint evil intent, it was definitely not a beautiful jade, nor a magic weapon.

It was a bone.

Jing Jiu picked up the severed bone and observed it carefully, and said, "Shixin, how can you play a tune?"

After saying this, he remembered that Emperor Hades had been dead for many years, and he hadn't done what he promised him.

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Back then when he sneaked into the Demon Suppressing Prison, he once saw a piece of the bone of a big demon in Fang Bitan—that is, in the stomach of Canglong.

The venom in Bitan is terrifying and highly corrosive. Not to mention the practitioner's body, even magic weapons and fairy swords cannot survive.

That big demon must be very powerful, maybe even at the same level as Chan Zi's adoptive father, in order to be immortal.

Before the Emperor of the Underworld died, he used this bone to play a Lullaby of the River Styx.

At that time, the people who heard this song in Chaoge City were not only the peerless powerhouses of the human race, but also Jing Jiu.

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Go back to the well house.

Jing Jiu walked into the study and arranged a formation to avoid being disturbed.

He rolled up his sleeves, put his distorted right arm on the demon bone, and rubbed it back and forth.

At the beginning, his movements were slow, as if he was looking for the perfect angle and strength, and then he moved faster and faster, so fast that he couldn't see it with the naked eye.

He has mastered the angle and strength, and more importantly, he has confirmed that his method is correct.

That demon bone was really special, it didn't make too much noise due to such high-speed friction.

After a while, Jing Jiu stopped his movements, raised his right arm and looked at it, showing a satisfied expression.

In the eyes of ordinary people, his right arm has not changed in any way, but he naturally knows that there are still some subtle changes.

Yes, he was sharpening his sword.

Many years ago at the top of Bihu Peak, he once said that he would use Liu Ada's bones to sharpen his sword. That was to scare him, but this time it was true.

The sword is no longer sharp, so naturally it needs to be re-polished.

He understands this truth, but he has never been able to find a suitable whetstone.

No matter how hard the whetstone is in the world, it will melt away when it meets his right hand. Even the magic weapon and flying sword in the green hills can't hold it for a moment.

It wasn't until that day on the Sword Peak that he and Zhao Layue talked about his brother's bone flute, and thought of the flute music played by the Underworld Emperor before his death, and then he thought of this demon bone.

Of course, if Emperor Xiao was willing to lend him the tortoise shell, that might be the best whetstone.

A voice suddenly came from outside the study.

It was a young man and woman, who seemed to be arguing and crying, and then gradually fell silent.

Jing Jiu ignored it and concentrated on sharpening his sword.

His right arm rubbed against the demon bone at high speed.

The bone meal is gradually growing, accompanied by a faint burnt smell.

With his expression unchanged, he stretched out his left hand to grab the rootless water in the air, and sprinkled it on his right arm and demon bone.

Chi Chi counted, the sound of sharpening the sword became quieter, and the bone meal was wet and stopped flying, gradually piling up on the table.

Suddenly there was an exclamation from outside the window.

Jing Jiu knew that someone was there, so he ignored it.

A young girl stood by the study window, her eyes were reddish, obviously she had just cried.

She looked at the picture in the study, her face was full of disbelief, and she asked, "Are you rubbing your hands? Hey...that's disgusting."