From late spring to early autumn, Gu Qing came to the summit once every ten days or so.
He did not know that Jing Jiu was injured.
Whenever he came to the summit, he would see Jing Jiu lying in the bamboo chair, except on the day of the first autumn rain-at Qingrong Peak's request, the Green Mountain Grand Array had been opened that day. Rain fell among the peaks with a desolate beauty, but Jing Jiu was somewhat unhappy because he had to move back into the cave abode.
That day, Gu Qing brought a bunch of bananas to the summit.
Lying in his chair, Jing Jiu glanced at the bananas and asked, "Did the monkeys give you those?"
Gu Qing nodded and asked, "Was that bamboo brought over last time for repairing the chair legs?"
When Liu S sui returned from his mountain village, he really had brought a dozen or so bamboo poles and asked Gu Qing to deliver them.
Apparently, a few clumps of new bamboo had now been planted outside Elder Bai Rujing's cave abode on Heavenly Light Peak as well.
"I repaired the backrest too," Jing Jiu said.
Only then did Gu Qing notice that parts of the bamboo chair's backrest had been patched with fresh bamboo strips.
"I'd heard the rumors about you before, but I never thought you really were... this lazy."
He looked at Jing Jiu and spoke earnestly, with a measure of genuine admiration.
Despite being this lazy, Jing Jiu had still effortlessly defeated him across a cultivation realm at the Sword Inheritance Assembly.
He had always greatly admired-or rather, aspired to be-this sort of true genius.
"Cultivation isn't like mortals practicing martial arts," Jing Jiu said. "Sitting cross-legged, lying down, standing beneath a waterfall or beside the sea-there's really