The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 38: What about the sword

　　 The movement between the streams quickly alarmed Master Zhufeng in the cliff, and it also spread to the high cliff stone platform.

　　Shuiyuean, a junior girl who just returned from Qingrong Peak, looked into the distance curiously, and said, "Who is this person, he is so beautiful."

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

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

　　 patted Nanshan on the shoulder, smiling silently.

　　 MCA didn't seem to see this picture, and said with a smile: "This guy doesn't even have a sword. He takes a fart sword."

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　　 Yes, there is no sword, how can I carry it?

　　 Jing Jiu is empty-handed, and his sleeves are breeze. Where is the sword?

　　 Six months ago, when Jing Jiu first climbed Jianfeng, he easily entered the cloud. Everyone thought that he should be able to take the sword successfully soon, but no one saw him climb the Jianfeng again afterwards.

　　 Then he naturally failed to get the fairy sword that Shishu Mo left behind.

　　 Many teachers, including Master Mei Li, were a little angry and had to accept this fact. After all, Jing Jiu is not a genius like Liu Shisui, and may have to wait for the next sword-inheriting conference three years later. Really want to understand, show his own light.

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

　　 Has he succeeded in taking the sword?

　　 Then when did he pick it up?

Where is the sword?

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　　 Right, where's the sword?

　　 Listening to the discussions around, Jing Jiu remembered what he had forgotten.

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

　　 Yes, he forgot the sword.

　　 On the night of half a year ago, he and Zhao Layue joined forces in the chaos of Jianfeng to kill the unsung strongman of Bihu Peak, and then he took the sword away.

　　 Where did he put that sword?

　　 Jing Jiu began to remember seriously.

　　 At that time, he was holding the corpse in his left hand, holding the sword in his right hand, and also lifting the head. It was a bit inconvenient, so he inserted the head into the sword.

　　 The sword was naturally stained with blood. After returning to the cave, I looked at it by the light and it was very conspicuous.

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

　　 Then... he forgot about it, forgot to bring the sword back to the monkey.

　　 Yes, that's it.

　　 sword, it should still be in the hands of those apes.

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

　　 The elder of Shiyuefeng looked a little ugly, and asked with a cold voice, "Where is the sword?"

　　 He looked at Jing Jiu's empty hands, thinking that unless you reach the realm of inflexibility with the sword pill, I will see how you change the sword.

　　 "Wait a minute," Jing Jiu said.

　　 Then he looked at the cliff below the stream and asked: "Where is the sword?"

　　The cliffs are full of wild forests, extremely dense. With his voice, the leaves move around, and the apes can’t stop.

　　 The green forest is slightly chaotic, and there is a faint smoke. I don't know how many apes screamed away, and their voices diminished.

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

　　 The woods shook, the smoke and dust were tiny, and a dozen apes climbed up to the top.

　　 There is an ape standing at the highest point in the forest, waving his long arms and making an urgent cry.

　　 The ape is holding a sword in his hand.

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　　 There are practitioners in the cliffs by the creek, and their eyesight is so sharper than that of ordinary people. They have already seen the pictures of the cliffs clearly.

　　 Looking at this scene, many people's faces are a little ugly, and Gu Han's face is even more gloomy as if dripping water.

　　 For the people of the Green Mountain Sect, Feijian is their most reliable partner and firmest comrade-in-arms.

　　 They love their flying swords so much, they sleep together night and night, wipe them day by day, and keep them up all the time.

　　Who would have thought that after Jing Jiu successfully took the sword, he would throw the sword at the monkeys to play.

　　 How disrespectful these immortal uncle Mo, Shi Yuefeng, the word sword!

　　 The ape threw the sword over.

　　 No matter how psychic is, after all, he is just a monkey, and his direction is not controlled.

　　 The sword was tumbling in the air, just about to fall into the stream.

　　 Looking at this picture, some people's faces are even more ugly. The elder of Shiyuefeng snorted coldly, ready to take the sword with his sword, but soon stopped.

　　Because Jing Jiu has already raised his hand.

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　　 The sword suddenly stood still in the air, no longer turning over.

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

　　 countless eyes fell on Jing Jiu's right hand.

　　 He holds a sword in his hand.

　　 The sword has a dim luster and a bit wide and straight. It is the fairy sword that Master Mo Shiyuefeng returned to Qingshan last year.

　　 was shocked.

　　 The previous sword was still dozens of feet away from the stream in the air.

　　 Jing Jiu stretched out his hand, and the sword fell into his hand.

　　 This is a sword retraction, not a sword release, but it can be recalled from such a long distance, which shows that he has guarded a boundary to perfection!

　　 Then he is naturally eligible to participate in the Sword Inheritance Conference.

　　 Xue Yongge excitedly said to the people around him: "I knew I didn't guess wrong! He must be hiding in the cave every night and cultivating hard! It's...really...too good at pretending!"

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　　 People were surprised, and a lot of dissatisfaction arose after regaining their senses.

　　 Some people are dissatisfied because they feel that they might miss something, such as Master Meili from Qingrong Peak.

　　 Jing Jiu has successfully taken the sword, why doesn't she know the news?

　　 She looked at Lin Wuzhi, who was smiling and silent in the distance, knowing that he had guessed it beforehand, her face couldn't help but look hard, and she knew she was a step ahead of her.

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

　　 "You treat the elders' legacy swords so casually, it's a bit of a lack of respect."

　　 MCA’s fat face is uncommonly unsmiling, very serious.

　　 Jing Jiu glanced at him.

　　 Normally, he doesn't care about this fat man at all, but today is the Swordsmanship Conference, there are external courtesy, he thinks he should be more graceful.

　　"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.

　　 All the past are cut with one sword.

　　 There is no saying that the elders left their swords.

　　 He does whatever he wants.

　　 Hearing this answer, Gu Han and MCA remembered the conversation that took place in the same place.

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

　　 He is very good at ending boring conversations with a word or a sentence~IndoMTL.com~ because he never hesitates, never thinks when uttering that word or saying that, there is a kind of natural sense feel.

　　 "It's really unpleasant."

　　 MCA said with emotion.

　　 Gu Han's expression is getting colder and colder.

　　 "Since there is a sword, can I draw the sword?"

　　 said over Nanshan.

　　His expression is still that gentle, with a smile.

　　 Mahua felt a little chill in his eyes, understood what he meant, and whispered a few words to the side.

　　 Gu Han suddenly said, "Let Gu Qing come on."

　　 MCA was a little surprised, thinking that it might be too important to that guy.

　　 Jing Jiu's previous sword-taking methods were indeed beautiful, but after all, he was just a sword-washing disciple, so why did he take it so seriously?

　　 After passing Nanshan, he was silent for a while and said: "That's fine."

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

　　 He thought he thought so.

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　　The breeze slowly came, and the surface of 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 from the Suspension Bell Sect said: "Although it is still not as good as the one on the other side."

　　 The one opposite she said is naturally Jing Jiu.

　　 Jing Jiu looked at the boy with a little surprise.

　　The disciples at the river bank are also discussing, because many people have not seen this young man.

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

　　The disciples of Zhufeng had known Gu Qing's identity for a long time, and there was a commotion among the cliffs.