The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 53: The sword boat out of the green hills

If, as Jing Jiu had judged, Nan Qi in the coffin would not wake up, then he would be just a corpse, but if he wakes up, he would be a half immortal with an invincible hand under the sword. How to choose seems to be a very simple matter.

Nan Wang turned and walked into the mountains. The white cat was faster than her. It turned into a white shadow and disappeared in an instant without making a sound.

Jing Jiu didn't care. This was originally his suggestion, and he was not confident that the corpse in the coffin would really not wake up.

The rising sun is getting higher and higher, the sky is getting bluer and blue, and the mountains are getting clearer.

The barren mountain is not far from the sea, but there is not much rain, and there are few types of life, even far inferior to the cold mountain.

Lengshan looked deserted, in fact, there are extremely rich fire veins and dark rivers under the ground, and I don't know how many wild beasts and monsters exist.

However, it may be because of the monotony that the autumn colors here are more beautiful and intense. The golden leaves and red leaves are arranged neatly according to the height, like a ribbon painted by a paintbrush.

Jing Jiu retracted his gaze and looked at his right hand.

At the time in Xihai, Jianxilai cut his body in two at a distance of tens of miles, and then made Ah Da pay the price of injury with a random sword.

In these years, he is at the peak of his realm, and he is indeed worthy of the title of Sword God, unlike the past few years when Cao Yuan was a little bleak.

Nan Chi is his master, and his realm strength is even more unfathomable.

But none of these should be a problem.

Liu Ci is the real head of the Qingshan Sect.

He is the strongest in Qingshan.

That must be the strongest in Chaotian Continent.

Whether it's Jianxi coming or going south, it shouldn't be Liu Ci's opponent.

The problem is that Liu Ci has no sword.

That year, the real Jingyang soared. He forced the sword back to Xihai without killing the opponent. In the battle of Yuntai that year, he and Jianxilai faced each other with a sword, and they divided equally on the sea and the sky. It's because he doesn't have a sword.

If Nan Xi fights with ghosts and swords, can Liu Ci without swords be able to deal with it?

Of course, Jing Jiu is the most suitable candidate. He knows that Liu Ci hopes that way, but he does not want to accept it.

The bad premonition seems to be constantly warning him that if he accepts Liu Ci's request, there will be problems, and he will regret it.

The weeds move without wind.

Nan Wang walked back with the white cat by the neck, and asked him: "According to your calculation, how likely is he to wake up?"

Jing Jiu stretched out his hand and took the white cat, calculated it again, and said, "No more than 10%."

The white cat meowed softly, very aggrieved.

Of course Jing Jiu knew that Nan Wang couldn't catch it back. He wanted to come back when he came back, or he was embarrassed to leave.

The affairs of Guocheng Temple brought a lot of troubles to it. For example, Zhao Layue no longer embraced it. For example, the attitude of Gu Qing and Yuanqu changed, and the lessons were very profound.

As for why Nan Wang came back... Jing Jiu noticed that her temples were a little wet, and guessed that she had taken a bath in the stream.

Nan Wang liked to sing folk songs after drinking and drinking. When it was inconvenient to sing folk songs, he liked to play in the water, and he would take off his clothes and jump in when he watched the streams and lakes.

She liked to do this many years ago, so Liu Ci couldn't help it, so she had to assign the lake at the top of Bihu Peak to her as a forbidden area, and she didn't revoke it until she took over as the master of Qingrong Peak.

"90%...that's really high."

Nan Wang has indeed been drinking high, and took a big sip from the hip flask, and said, "It should be okay."

Jing Jiu said, "It's okay with me."

Nan Wang turned his head and watched him without speaking with bright and big eyes.

This is the third thing Jing Jiu fears.

He turned his head, avoiding her to look at the ruined temple more than ten miles away.

"Who are you anyway?" Nan Wang asked.

Jing Jiu knew that she couldn't guess her true identity, just like she couldn't guess at the beginning of winter.

It's all the same.

He did not answer this question, and said: "I still recommend that you leave."

Nan Wang said: "Do you remember the carriage in Daozhou City?"

In the midsummer, they were looking for clues to Nan Xi's hiding in the world, and the carriage rushed directly to the lake, bringing the latest news. The doctor did not hide his identity because the lake was a forbidden place for the Dongshan School, and no one could approach it.

The Dongshan School is a local school supported by the Cheng family, and the Cheng family is an inconspicuous foreign family of Shiyuefeng.

There are many similar situations, especially in Tiannan. There are at least dozens of businesses like Baoshuju, and there are also six or seven big clans like Gu's. The Nanban tribe also relied on Nanwang's support to live a relatively peaceful life in this sultry mountain. The court never thought of levying taxes or corvee.

In Jing Jiu's eyes, she was a drunkard, but in the Nanban tribe, she was a true god.

If the green hill falls, these will no longer exist, and these ordinary people may die.

This is the reason.

So Nan Wang couldn't leave, and the white cat wouldn't leave, especially Jing Jiu.

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The sword light illuminates the sky of the green mountains, bringing ominous blood and fighting signals.

The line of blood fell from Tianguang Peak to Shenmo Peak and changed back to the appearance of Fusi Sword in Zhao Layue's hands.

She inserted the Firth sword into the ground and turned it vigorously, opening the restriction of Shenmo Peak, and then walked out of the cliff.

A small sword boat parked on the sea of ​​clouds beyond the cliff, and several Shiyuefeng disciples were bowing to meet each other.

The Yuanqu had already made preparations for a long time, and followed Ping Yongjia with Ping Yongjia, and the apes and monkeys said goodbye from the cliff.

This sword boat is indeed very small, can only accommodate dozens of people, but it is extremely luxurious.

Ping Yongjia looked at the small broken sword formation on the head of the boat, and said in surprise: "How much spar does it cost to make a trip back and forth to the West Sea?"

Yuan Qu said: "What does this have to do with us?"

Ping Yongjia still felt that it was too wasteful and said, "It's okay for a disciple like me with a bad level to sit on a sword boat. Why don't the teachers control the sword? That would be faster."

Yuan Qu thought that you are also a disciple chosen by Master Jing himself, how could you be such an idiot?

"Let me ask you, is it comfortable to drive the sword or to ride a sword boat?"

Ping Yongjia said of course: "Of course it is the latter."

Yuan Qu said with no anger: "Then you are going to let the teachers control the sword hard and sleep in the boat?"

The elders and disciples of the other peaks are also boarding the boat, but the number of people in those peaks is much larger than that of Shenmo Peak, so the sword boat is naturally much larger.

Shangdefeng's cold mist scattered, and the sword boat was looming in it.

Yuan Qijing has taken the lead in boarding the boat, and the elders such as Chi Yan and Duan Liantian are arranging the positions of disciples.

Junior Sister Yushan is well guarded, the location is closest to Lord Jianlu, and there are seniors everywhere. I believe that even if the sword boat is destroyed, she will not have an accident.

The water on the summit of Bihu Lake is turbulent, giving birth to countless snow waves.

Cheng Youtian took dozens of sword repairmen to board the boat. Only today did he realize that the lake water tasted a bit salty.

The disciples of Liangwangfeng are also boarding the boat, their sword lights flashing and their clothes fluttering.

Guo Nanshan and others have just returned from the snowy field for less than a hundred days before they set foot on the battlefield again.

The disciples of Mount Shiyue also boarded the boat under the leadership of Guangyuan Zhenren.

A clear sound rang from the misty stone beam all the year round.

A black shadow rose through the fog, but did not fall on the sword boat of Mount Shiyue, but on the sword boat of Mount Shangde.

Looking at the ordinary golden pheasant with a fascinating long tail, the disciples of Shangdefeng were shocked, and then they guessed its identity and hurriedly bowed to salute.

Sister Yushan opened her eyes wide, thinking that Master Yin Feng was so good-looking.

Chi Yan and Duan Liantian are thinking, even the guardian has left Qingshan. It seems that this time the head is really going to destroy Xihai.

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"Little four, you will be in Qingshan to take good care of your house."

Liu Ci spoke to Xi Laifeng without looking at Fang Jingtian again.

He knows exactly what Fang Jingtian is thinking. Today's little four is a reminder or a warning.

He walked to the stone tablet, stretched out his hand to take off the scabbard of the sky, and said after a moment of silence: "Uncle Master still hasn't made a decision."

Yuan Gui slowly opened his eyes and glanced at him, thinking this is not nonsense, who wants to put a rope around his neck?

He is not that stupid chicken, let alone stupid.

Liu Ci didn't say anything, and flicked his finger.

A sword rang.

Resounded through the green hills.

Seventeen sword boats slowly left their respective peaks~IndoMTL.com~ and flew towards the sky.

The big formation opened, the autumn rain fell slightly, and the sword boat burst out of the clouds and flew towards the far west.

Everyone was dispatched, even the young girls in Xijian Pavilion who had just started and had not had time to take up the sword.

Fang Jingtian, the horse and monkey on the **** of Shenmofeng, the dog and prisoner in the sword prison are only left in the green mountains.

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Chaoxiali.

Seventeen sword boats slew towards the West Sea.

How spectacular.

On the front and largest sword boat.

Liu Ci stood on the head of the boat, with long beards fluttering in the wind, and his robe and sleeves fluttering, like a fairy.

Dozens of sword books have been sent to all parts of Chaotian Continent-Faxihai.

Be upright.

Be upright and upright.

This is how Qingshan does things.

Of course there is another reason.

Liu Ci has no sword.

If you don’t ride the sword boat, you will fly more slowly.

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(I originally wanted to write a chapter tomorrow and then start the vacation, but I feel more beautiful here, so I decided to take a break tomorrow on New Year’s Eve. This year’s vacation is shorter than last year and longer than the year before. , On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, come back on time to meet with you. Tomorrow I will chat with you on the WeChat public account for a few days, so I won’t be long-winded here. I sincerely wish everyone good health and happy new year. I’m really very Love you, although I can’t know who you are, but thank you all for the past year. In the year to come, we will all be well and continue to have fun.)

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