The Path Toward Heaven

The movements between the streams quickly disturbed the commanders of the peaks between the cliffs, and also reached the high cliff stone platform.

Sister Shui Yue'an, who had just returned from Qing Rongfeng, looked curiously at the distance and said, "Who is this man, he is so beautiful."

A young disciple of Fengdao taught frowned and said, "Look at the movement, this person should be very famous in Qingshan Sect."

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Gu Han looked at the stream, his face a little ugly.

Guonan patted him on the shoulder and smiled.

Ma Hua didn't seem to see this picture, and he scolded: "This guy doesn't even have a sword, and bears a fart sword."

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Yeah, without a sword, how to bear the sword?

Jing Jiu's hands are empty, and his sleeves are breeze. Where is the sword?

Half a year ago, Jing Jiuchu climbed Jianfeng and entered the cloud easily. Everyone thought he should be able to take the sword soon, but no one saw him climb the sword peak afterwards.

Then he naturally failed to get the fairy sword left by Uncle Mo.

Many teachers, including Uncle Meili, were somewhat outrageous and had to accept the fact that Jing Jiu was not a genius like Liu Shisui after all. He might have to wait until the next Cheng Jian Conference in three years before he really wants to understand , Revealing his own light.

Who would have thought that Jing Jiu actually stood up at this time.

Has he succeeded in taking the sword?

When did he get it?

What about the sword?

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Yeah, what about swords?

After listening to the comments around, Jing Jiu remembered what he had forgotten.

No wonder he always felt that he had forgotten something during the past six months.

Yes, he forgot the sword.

Half a year ago, he and Zhao Layue joined forces in Jianfeng Chaoyun to kill the unremarkable strongman of Bihu Peak, and then he took the sword.

Where did he put that sword?

Jing Jiu began to recall seriously.

At that time, he carried the corpse in his left hand and a sword in his right hand. He also mentioned the head, which was a bit inconvenient, so he put the head on the sword.

The sword was naturally stained with blood, and after returning to the Dong Mansion, it was very conspicuous by the light.

He thought it was troublesome to wash the sword, so he threw the apes among the cliffs to clean them.

Then ... he forgot this matter, forgot to return the sword to the monkey.

Yes, that's it.

The sword should still be in the hands of those apes.

He thought these things didn't take too long, but they always took some time.

The elder Shi Yuefeng had a ugly face, and asked in a cold voice, "What about the sword?"

He looked at Jing Jiu's empty hands, and thought that unless you had a great success with Jian Wan, you entered the realm of unrevealing, otherwise I would like to see how you turned the sword out.

"Wait," Jing Jiu said.

Then he looked at the cliff on the lower stream and asked, "What about the sword?"

The cliffs are full of wild forests and extremely dense. With his voice, the leaves moved and the ape couldn't keep up.

Qinglin was a little chaotic, and there was smoke and dust. I don't know how many monkeys screamed away, and the voice gradually decreased.

It didn't take long for the ape to approach, and it should have ran back again.

The woods shook, the smoke was a little bit, and a dozen monkeys climbed up.

An ape monkey stood at the highest point of the woods, waving his long arms nonstop, making an eager cry.

The monkey held a sword in his hand.

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There are practitioners in the cliffs beside the stream. Their eyesight is many times sharper than that of mortals. They have already seen the pictures between the cliffs clearly.

Looking at this scene, many people's faces are a bit ugly, and Gu Han's face is so gloomy as if to drip.

For the people of Qingshan Sect, Feijian is their most reliable partner and the most determined comrade-in-arms.

They cherish their flying swords very much, sleep together night and day, wipe every day, and nourish them all the time.

Who would have thought that after Jing Jiu successfully fetched the sword, he actually threw the sword to the apes and monkeys to play.

What a disrespect to the undead Mo Shi, the Shi Yuefeng, and the sword!

The monkey threw the sword over.

No matter how psychic it is, after all, it is just a monkey, the direction is not controlled.

The sword rolled in the air, and it was about to fall into the stream.

Looking at this picture, some people's faces were even more ugly. The elder Shi Yuefeng snorted coldly, preparing to take the sword and pick it up, but he quickly stopped.

Because, Jing Jiu has raised his hand.

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The sword suddenly stood still in the air and no longer turned.

With a whine, the sword fell through the air, turned into a clear light, and disappeared by the stream.

Countless lines of sight fell on Jing Jiu's right hand.

He holds a sword in his hand.

The sword had a dull luster and was somewhat straight. It was the fairy sword that Master Shi Yuefeng returned to Qingshan last year.

A shock.

The previous sword was several tens of feet away from the stream in the air.

Jing Jiu reached out and the sword fell into his hand.

This is a sword harvest, not a sword, but it can be recalled at such a long distance, indicating that he has been conservative!

Then he naturally has the qualification to participate in the Sword Symposium.

Xue Yongge excitedly said to the people around him: "I knew I was right! He must be hiding in the cave every night to practice hard! Really ... really ... too good to pretend!"

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People were surprised, and when they recovered, they gave birth to a lot of dissatisfaction.

Some people are dissatisfied because they feel that they may miss something, such as Uncle Meili of Qing Rongfeng.

Jing Jiu has successfully fetched the sword. Why doesn't she know the news?

She looked at Lin Wuzhi, who smiled and said nothing in the distance, knowing that he had guessed beforehand, his complexion became difficult to look, and she knew that the other side had taken the lead.

Some people are dissatisfied because of Jing Jiu's attitude.

"You treat the elder's legacy sword like this casually, which is somewhat respectful."

Ma Hua's fat face is rarely smiled, very serious.

Jing Jiu glanced at him.

He wouldn't take care of this fat man at ordinary times, but today is the Cheng Jian Conference, and he has a good manners.

"This is my sword."

Apart from this sentence, he has no more explanation.

This is the sword he took from Jianfeng, and that is his sword.

In the past, everything was cut with one sword.

There is no saying of elders leaving swords.

Do whatever he wants.

Hearing this answer, Gu Han and Ma Hua remembered the conversation that happened in the same place.

At that time Gu Han mocked and asked Jing Jiu to be qualified to use Uncle Mo's sword?Jing Jiu's answer is also very simple, just one word-yes.

He is very good at ending boring conversations with one word or one sentence.

Because he never hesitated when he said that word or said that sentence, he never thought about it, and he felt a sense of righteousness.

"It's really unpleasant."

MCA said with emotion.

Gu Han's expression became colder and colder.

"Since there is a sword, can you pick it?"

Said Nanshan.

His expression was still so gentle, with a smile.

Ma Hua looked cold in his eyes, understood what he meant, and whispered a few words to the side.

Gu Han suddenly said: "Let Gu Qing go."

MCA was a little surprised, thinking that this guy would value the guy too much.

Jing Jiu's previous method of obtaining swords is indeed beautiful, but after all, he is just a disciple of sword washing.

Guo Nanshan was silent for a while and said, "That's fine."

Since Jing Jiu is more proud than expected, he should bear greater setbacks so that he can mature as soon as possible.

He thought he thought so.

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The breeze came, and the stream was slightly chaotic.

A young disciple walked into the stream from the opposite bank.

The breeze lifted the sword shirt, fluttering like a fairy.

"Oh, this new guy is pretty."

The little girl of Xuanlingzong said, "Although it is not as good as the one opposite."

The one she said opposite is naturally Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu looked at the teenager and was a little surprised.

The disciples at the riverside were also discussing, because many people had never seen this young man.

Some people who knew the inside explained it, and they only knew that this person was the legendary Gu Qing.

The disciples of Zhu Feng had known Gu Qing's identity for a long time, and there was a disturbance in the cliff.