The Path Toward Heaven

The time flow rate in Qingtianjian is different from the real world, and the time flow rate towards the mainland of the sky may be different from the outside, but the direction of time flow will never change. It is always so boring and cold to move forward. In strange days, Ping Yongjia finally woke up on the top of Jianfeng.

Time left him covered with dust, but he didn't feel much. He felt this sleep soundly sweet, and he felt comfortable and stretched subconsciously.

Only a slight popping sound from his body was heard, and then there was a thunderous popping sound between the surrounding cliffs.

Pappappap!

Countless invisible swords spread with his open hands and fell on the hard cliff stone, cutting out countless traces.

The falling rocks rustled down and instantly piled a layer on the ground.

He jumped out of the cliff cave, looked at the clear and deep sword marks on the cliff wall, surprised and speechless, looked at his hands, thinking what was going on?

After thinking about it for a while, he couldn't figure it out, and he was too lazy to think about it, walking around in the mountains at random, to see if he could pick up a sword that was close to his eyes.

I could only hear countless noises between the peaks, the gravel was rolling, and the sword was gradually growing. Dozens of flying swords and embryos flew out of the ground and the cracks in the stone.

It is strange to say that when he came to Jianfeng to seek swords, these swords in Jianfeng also flew out by themselves.

But today is a bit different. When Ping Yongjia reached out and wanted to take down a somewhat pleasing sword, the sword retreated backward, avoiding his hand.

Ping Yongjia was stunned, reaching out to hold another sword. As a result, the sword turned over on the ground a few times, but she avoided it.

If you do n’t want to be taken by me, why should you come out and meet me?

Ping Yongjia was very puzzled and walked forward. Those flying swords really let go with his footsteps, like the tide separated.

He walked in Jianfeng like this, at least hundreds of flying swords appeared to greet, and then avoided.

He vaguely understood that these swords did not want to follow him, but a little awe and inferiority.

"I said what the hell is going on?"

Ping Yongjia stood on a big stone and looked at the hundreds of flying swords in the peak. He looked innocent and said, "I don't think I'm going to abandon you?"

Those Feijian bowed their heads slightly, not knowing whether to show surrender or not.

The sound of Tie Ying came from high above the cloud, as if responding to Ping Yongjia.

Ping Yongjia couldn't help it. She walked down Yunxing Peak disgraced, thinking that she still didn't get the sword. This really disgraced Master.

When he came to Yunxing Peak, he met several disciples from Qingshan, and he shouted Brother Sheng naturally.

Those disciples from Qingshan thought he was a new disciple from Neimen. They didn't take it seriously, um, they continued walking forward without a stop, and they didn't stop talking.

"This year there are more than a dozen people going to Jingyuan to kowtow. Some people went when Xiaoman was a few days ago. It's really ..."

"Aren't those fellows crazy? That is obviously a monster, and it's like an ancestor!"

"Don't say this kind of words casually, no one has evidence, don't see that even the past peaks are not saying this now?"

"If he wasn't a sword demon, why didn't he dare to take out the Chengtian sword that year? What other congenital invisible sword body ... is a sword! Only those lunatics would believe him."

"Crazy? Not to mention the people at the end of God's peak, is Brother Zhuo Rusui also a madman?"

Ping Yongjia had gone out dozens of feet away, but heard these conversations, especially the following sentences, could not help but stunned.

When the breeze rose, he turned and came behind the disciples of Qingshan and asked, "Brother, what are you talking about?"

The disciples of Qingshan looked at each other and felt strange. They thought about this matter. The whole Qingshan was unknown to everyone, and no one knew. What should you ask?

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No one has the patience to say too much to the new inner disciple, and Ping Yongjia also has no patience to listen to the whole story. When he probably knows that it has been more than four years since the Qingshan Masters Ceremony, and the ceremony happened After something happened, he turned and ran towards Shenmofeng, his face pale like paper.

A dust dragon rolled up countless grass scraps, and he ran from Yunxing Peak to the end of Shenmo Peak at an unimaginable speed.

The Shenmofeng ban has been opened, and swords are everywhere in the mountains, which cut off the passage to the mountains.

Standing at the entrance of the mountain road, Ping Yongjia clearly felt the power and horror of the prohibition.

I heard that Master and Aunt were almost unable to go up, how could they do it?

But thinking about what the older brothers said earlier, he really could not stand just outside the peak.

Master is a monster?How can this be!

Shenmofeng's prohibition is on. Is this his old man and his aunt and two brothers imprisoned?Is Brother Zhuo locked up too?How are they now?

The strong fear and anxiety and the guilt mentality gave him great courage, and he ran towards the mountain road with his teeth clenched.

A crackling sound.

Ping Yongjia just rushed up the mountain road and stopped.

He looked down at his right leg and found a wound under his knee, straight as a line, and blood slowly overflowed from the inside, and the wound was gradually blooming, and the bones were hidden.

He was stunned before he woke up, and the intense pain caused his eyebrows to squeeze in one place, his mouth open, and he couldn't utter a voice for a long while.

Somewhere in front of me, there was a vaguely cry of the ape monkey. Ping Yongjia was slightly awake and quickly tore off a sleeve of the dress to wrap up the wound seriously.

After finishing these things, his face was as pale as paper, and he shouted in a dumb voice: "It hurts!"

The ape's cries sounded again, seeming to ridicule.

Ping Yongjia was too lazy to take care of those guys, sat on the ground, and kept breathing at the wound, and kept talking to herself: "No pain, no pain, no pain ..."

Not knowing how long it took, the pain finally subsided. When he looked at the seemingly quiet mountain road again, there was a lot of fear in his eyes.

But no matter how scared, after all, it is up.

Ping Yongjia suddenly closed her eyes, her expression gradually calming down, even as if she were asleep, just like in Jianfeng.

It didn't take long for him to stand up slowly, so he closed his eyes and walked towards the mountain road.

There was nothing in front of him, but he suddenly raised his right foot, crossed a non-existent obstacle, and turned right ...

Next, Ping Yongjia turned into a puppet, as if pulled by an invisible rope, and moved forward or backward, or turned or retreated on the mountain road.

Strange to say, he walked like this, but he was not hurt by Jianyi anymore, but the clothes on his body would be cut off a few corners from time to time, only to show danger.

Half an hour later, he finally came to the middle of Shenmofeng, with a few thin blood marks on his face, and the clothes on his body were even shabby.

He seemed to be in trouble here, and stopped for a long time.

Ping Yongjia suddenly scolded a swear word, opened her eyes bravely, took a deep breath, and jumped towards the front.

"I jump! I jump! I jump!"

So the puppet became a rabbit, so he jumped all the way on the mountain road.

I don't know how long it took, so he actually jumped to the top.

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There is no one at the end of the peak of the god, the stone gate of the Dongfu is closed, and the dead leaves fall on the Taoist Temple.

Dongfu is a place to sleep, Taoist Temple is a place to see snow, and a cliff is a place to step on clouds.

Now the sea of ​​clouds is like yesterday, and there must be snow in winter, but those people are gone, and the bamboo chair where he once lay secretly is gone.

Looking at the familiar but unfamiliar scenery in front of him, Ping Yongjia felt so lonely and could not help feeling sad.

Master was betrayed by those traitors, and was not imprisoned by Mo Feng, it seems that he was expelled from the green mountain, fearing that his life would soon be gone ...

Even if it is a place that can be regarded as a home, no one is uninterested, and Ping Yongjia walks down the mountain.

I do n’t know if it ’s the special prohibition of Shenmofeng, or if Manshan Jianyi already knows who he is, he has n’t encountered any problems.

Without too much, he went to the cabin under the cliff.

The cabin has been uninhabited for a long time. The dust on the steps is covered with the footprints of monkeys. The black tea is turned over everywhere, but the green tea is well in the jar.

Those apes knew that Gu Qing had been drinking green tea all these years, and naturally there would be no harm.

Ping Yongjia looked at the green tea in the jar, his nose was sore, and he wondered where was Brother Gu Qing?Can you come back for tea?

After leaving the cabin, he went to the creek again.

In those years he used to pick stones that his aunt had chopped up with the Firth sword, and occasionally rode the horse.

Where did that horse go again?

Ping Yongjia looked around the mountain stream and suddenly found a slightly raised pile of stones. The sword flashed in his eyes, so he could see clearly what was inside.

The horse was already dead.

It turned out that so many years have passed.

Ping Yongjia walked to the pile of stones, gently touched the stone with his hand, wiped his eyes, and said nothing.

The cry of the apes was near.

The treetops were slightly bent, and the wild winds rose suddenly. The apes and monkeys jumped out of the forest and surrounded him, patting his back and hands carefully to express his comfort.

"thanks, thanks."

Ping Yongjia's eyes were red, and she said sincerely that she no longer found these apes annoying.

He thanked these monkeys for comforting himself, and thanked them for burying the horse very well.

At the moment, the atmosphere by the stream was very low.

The next moment Ping Yongjia's mood collapsed.

He shouted angrily at the peak, "Why don't you hack you gangsters with a sword!"

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An angry shout echoed through the mountains, reconciled with the stream, and ran down the peak.

The apes looked at him quietly, most of their eyes fell on his right hand.

After Qingshan Jianxiu did not have a clear vision, he could fly the sword into one. Without a sword in his hand, it does not mean that there really is no sword, but the meaning of these monkeys is very clear.

——What about your sword?

Ping Yongjia is very innocent and said: "This matter is a bit complicated to say, it is not that I cannot get the swords, the key is the swords ..."

Before he finished speaking, an old ape came suddenly from outside.

Obviously, this old ape has a very high status in the group of apes and monkeys, and all the apes stopped their noise and looked at it with awe.

Old Ape walked to Ping Yongjia, slowly took his hand, and walked towards the cliff over the stream.

Ping Yongjia was startled, and then remembered the stories she watched as a child, and she couldn't help but feel ecstatic.

The apes and monkeys stood quietly on the side of the stream, watching the old ape lead Ping Yongjia across the mountain stream and disappeared to the other side of the wild forest.

There is a steep cliff over the wild forest, there are many vines between the cliffs, the densest place of vines ... there is indeed a cave house.