The Path Toward Heaven

Ada was even more surprised, staring at her with wide eyes, until she confirmed that the problem was not big, she let go of her heart. She thought she would be beaten like this.

"Those women are so shameless that they are besieging me by relying on more people."

Nan Wang wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, and wiped the blood on Ada's body with his sleeves at random, saying, "If it is only the Lord, why is it my opponent?"

Hearing this sentence, Ah Da knew that she should have a tie with Lord An, just thinking that you were n’t looking for Lian March, how could you fight Lord An?

After Jing Jiu became the head of that year, Nan Wang began to doubt his identity, carried Ada to Qing Rongfeng for a long time, and was finally misled by it, thinking that Jing Jiu was the son of Jingyang and Lian March.After retiring for several years, she left Qingshan to go to Shuiyuean, of course, to find trouble for even three months.

She hated and said, "The shrew is not there, I wonder if I heard I was going and hid."

Ah Da thought who was the shrew?Well, both of you are shrews.

Then he thought that Nan Wang dared to find trouble for even three months, and could even tie with the Master An. It seemed that the realm had improved again. It should have reached the peak of breaking the sea. But it may not be practiced wrongly, and you can take a few steps forward with hatred.

After talking about this matter, Nan Wang then stepped on the Jianyi Bridge and returned to Qingrong Peak. After drinking a pot of wine on the Huashu Stone, he entered a remote cave house.

There were two iron chains in the cave, which locked a woman.

Seeing Nan Wang coming in, the woman knelt slowly, and the silver bell and the iron chain on her body made a similar sound.

Although she knelt, she didn't say anything, and she couldn't see any meaning of surrender on her indifferent face.

Her name is Nanzheng. At the beginning, she was captured by Nanwang in the barren mountain wild temple and brought back to Qingshan for several years.

Nanzheng was a fugitive from Nanman and an assassin of Bulao Lin. In the end, he was also a servant of Nanchu's body. I don't know why, Nanwang didn't kill her.

"Later I shaved my hair and changed my clothes. I will send you out of the mountain, and you will find a way to enter the Shuiyue Temple yourself."

Nan Wang said: "Those women like to do business the most, save the poor woman, knowing your life experience and the hostility with me, should accept you."

Nanzheng was silent for a while and said, "What are you going to Shuiyuean for?"

"It's not that you want to kill someone, you go to find out whether even March is dead, and what is called winter, what is going on."

Nan Wang said, "If you do this well, I will let you go."

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Ping Yongjia sat on the edge of the cliff, looked at Qing Rongfeng opposite, and moved her fingers unconsciously.

Dozens of thin and invisible sword intentions gradually appeared between his fingers, and then intertwined into hemp, just like his mood at this time.

Come to Shenmofeng, worship under Jingjiu Gate, he learned Qing Rongfeng's unprovoked swordsmanship. After a few years, the sword intention has been cultivated very well, and the swordsmanship is already very familiar, but how can there be no sword Sword practice?

Qing Rongfeng also has some swords that are very suitable for unprovoked swordsmanship. This is what he heard from Brother Gu Qing. Brother naturally listened to Master.The problem is that he didn't dare to go to Qing Rongfeng. He didn't need his brother to remind him to know that Master didn't like Qing Rongfeng, and those aunts and sisters were indeed more terrible than tigers.

He looked at the closed stone door of Dongfu and sighed.

Master is in retreat, Aunt is in retreat, Brother Yuan Qu is retreating in preparation for re-bearing the sword a few years later, even Brother Gu Qing has put down those affairs and is retreating in the temple.

God Morpheus had nothing to do with him. The horse didn't want to ride, the monkey didn't want to care, and the cat didn't dare to chuck. It was really boring.

The spring wind was blowing in the sea of ​​clouds, the wildflowers between the cliffs were shaking slightly, he suddenly stood up and walked into the Taoist Temple.

Yuan Qu closed its doors in the deep hall of the Taoist Temple. Gu Qing thought that there might be an urgent matter. Make sure to hear the monkey's call, and the closed place is by the window.

Ping Yongjia walked behind Gu Qing, and found that the brother went out with Master, and the realm was still at the beginning of the wild, but the breath was obviously different.

His thoughts were firmer and he said, "Brother, I want to go down the mountain."

If you switch to other peaks, or other sects of practice, someone who is suddenly disturbed during the retreat will inevitably be very angry, and may even get caught in the fire.But the retreat of Shenmofeng has always been casual, Gu Qing opened his eyes, rubbed his face, and said: "Master has said that the sea can only go out unless he is chartered."

This means that there is no problem if you want to go down the mountain, but it does n’t make sense to ask me. You should go directly to the master in the cave house.

Ping Yongjia said: "I am going down the mountain, not out of the mountain ... I plan to go to Yunxing Peak."

Gu Qing was surprised, glanced at him and said, "Are you ready to wait?"

Ping Yongjia yelled and said, "After all, spiritual practice is one's own business. It can't be like a bird, just waiting for Master to arrange for him."

"Master is not an elderly person. Of course, this is not important. The important thing is that you can make this decision, which is stronger than me and Yuan Qu."

Gu Qing looked at him and said with a smile, very appreciated.

Ping Yongjia said innocently: "I don't want to be different from others, don't misunderstand me, Brother."

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The disciples of Shenmofeng are very good at speaking innocently.

For example, Yuan Qu, such as Ping Yongjia, Gu Qing will occasionally perform, even if Han Chan does not have a face, can exude this kind of breath accurately.

The question is what is innocent?

Simple eyes, ignorant expression, dazed ignorance?

No, it ’s not enough, but also a little bitterness and helplessness.

Clouds shrouded the steep cliffs of Jianfeng. Ping Yongjia walked between them and felt that she was innocent.

Now Shenmofeng has no sword. He feels like a yellow cabbage in the ground, with a bitter taste from inside to outside.

Walking on the roadless cliff, the more he goes up, the lower his mood.

Most of them hidden in stone cracks and cliff walls are still sword embryos, which need to be kept for hundreds of years or even thousands of years, and some are broken flying swords, which also need long-term repair.It is really difficult to find a good flying sword in the current Yunxing Peak. Those high-grade flying swords are even more difficult to meet.

"Ouch!"

Thinking of these things, Ping Yongjia was tripped by a hard object. After he rubbed his nose and climbed up, he found that what tripped himself ... turned out to be a sword.

This flying sword glowed with a faint blue light, exuding a pure sword meaning, obviously of extraordinary grade.

He picked up the sword and looked at it for a long while, hesitating for a while, and finally inserted the sword into the cliff next to it, and solemnly saluted.

"Sorry, we are not suitable."

The sword shivered slightly, and then returned to calm, indicating that he did not care.

He continued to walk towards the top of Yunxing Peak, and when he passed a section of cliff, the cliff above was protruding out, covering the sunlight like an umbrella cover, making the already dark mountain even darker.

"It really looks like the legendary underworld, so terrible ..."

Ping Yongjia muttered to herself, speeding up her pace, and wanted to cross here as soon as possible.

Suddenly, a cold thing touched the back of his neck. He could not help screaming, and immediately swept out more than ten feet.

When he turned pale, he realized that the cold thing turned out to be another flying sword.

The flying sword had a quiet atmosphere and a gray color. It looked very simple, but it had a very strong sense of oppression. The grade was actually higher than the previous flying sword.

Obviously, this flying sword should have fallen from the cliff above.

Ping Yongjia froze, walked back to the original place, took a look at the gray flying sword, and said sorry: "No, you are waiting for other brothers and brothers to come."

After saying this, he continued walking towards the peak.

As he got higher and higher, the sword between the peaks became stronger and stronger, but I don't know why, he was not affected in any way, and his pace was as usual.

In the following time, more than a dozen swords appeared in front of him, or just fell on his hands, and it looked like it was so coincident.

Some of the flying swords were cold, some were gloomy, some were calm, and some were calm, each with its own extraordinary features, but he did not accept them.

In Ping Yongjia's opinion, these flying swords are really good, and their favor is very grateful, but it is still not good enough.What is good?He didn't think about finding a perfect flying sword, but just stayed at Shenmofeng for a long time. All he saw were flying swords at the level of Firth, Universe Front, and Swallow Boat ...

Came to the height of Yunxing Peak, two holes appeared between the cliff walls, just one person in size.

Looking at the two holes, Ping Yongjia naturally remembered the scene when he met Master and Aunt here a few years ago, thinking that his luck was so good.

Then he went on and walked again, and found a sword in a piece of dolomite.

Half of the sword was inserted in the rock and half was exposed. It looked strange because the body of the sword was twisted and there were some traces of frost on it.

Ping Yongjia subconsciously felt that this sword was good, and wanted to take it out to see, but from the twisted sword body to the fold plum, and then thought of more things.

It turns out that this is the sword Master has found for Brother Yuanqu. Where is his sword?

He looked around, and he saw the clouds and fog, and his heart was more bitter, and suddenly a thought came into being.

Anyway, it ’s okay to go back to the last peak of the gods. It ’s better to sit here and practice, and guard the brother ’s sword by the way.

Thinking like this, he sat down cross-legged.

Yun Xingfeng's fierce sword intention became much gentler.

At this time, Ping Yongjia did not know what this meant.

How much benefit this seemingly random thought will bring to him.

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In a blink of an eye, it was four years. Everyone at the end of Shenmofeng went out. Yuanqu learned that the sword had been raised and went to Yunxingfeng without hesitation.

In the dense cloud, he relied on Xilaifeng's Qimei swordsmanship and quickly found the sword.

The joy turned to surprise before he even realized it, because he saw Ping Yongjia who had been standing in front of the sword.

The gratitude didn't have time to export, and it turned into a surprise, because he found that Ping Yongjia's current state was obviously a little weird.

Yun Xingfeng's sword intention surrounded him, and slowly entered his clothes, hair, and nose and mouth. It was so gentle, without any harm.

The wind gently stroked Ping Yongjia's clothes and brought up several unremarkable sword lights.

Yuan Qu was very surprised, only to discover that the younger brother had quenched his body with sword intention for four years, and actually had the feeling of becoming a sword body!

Zhao Layue used his excellent talent for swordsmanship for several years, and closed several years in Jianfeng, and finally built the acquired sword body. Although Yuan Qu was her disciple, he could not learn at all. Envyed again.

No wonder the uncle of the master was going to take Ping Yongjia as an apprentice. Where is such a casual chance statement? It turned out that Brother Ping was also a great genius.

If you do n’t have the surname Yuan, you were afraid that you would not be qualified to enter the last peak of God.

Thinking of these things, Yuanqu sighed, stepped forward to remove the sword, and turned away—Ping Yongjia's practice was at a critical moment and could not be disturbed.

He just had some regrets. The younger brother did not see the grand ceremony of Qingshan's leader in a few days.