The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 65: Ping Yongjia is out!

The flow of time in Qingtianjian is different from the real world. The flow of time in Chaotian Continent may be different from the outside, but the direction of time flow will never change. It will always move forward so boringly and coldly. In an ordinary day, Ping Yongjia finally woke up on the top of Jianfeng.

Time makes his body full of dust, but he doesn't feel much. He feels that he slept soundly and comfortably, and he stretched subconsciously.

Only a slight popping sound was heard from his body, and the surrounding cliffs also sounded like a shower of popping sound.

Happiness!

Countless invisible sword intents spread out with his open hands and landed on the hard cliffs, cutting out countless traces.

The falling rock rustled down, and a layer was piled up on the ground in an instant.

He jumped down from the cliff and looked at the clear and deep sword marks on the cliff. He was surprised and speechless. He looked at his hands and wondered what happened.

After thinking for a while, he couldn't figure it out. He didn't bother to think about it anymore. He walked around the mountains at random to see if he could find a sword that closed his eyes.

I only heard countless noises from the peaks, the rocks rolled, the sword intent gradually emerged, dozens of flying swords and sword embryos flew out from the ground and the cracks in the rocks.

It is strange to say that when he came to Jianfeng to search for swords, the swords in Jianfeng also flew out by himself.

But today is a little different. When Ping Yongjia stretched out his hand to take a look at a somewhat pleasing sword, the sword retreated, avoiding his hand.

Ping Yongjia was stunned, and reached out to hold another sword. As a result, the sword turned a few times on the ground, and actually avoided it.

If you don't want to be taken by me, why come out to see me?

Ping Yongjia was puzzled and walked forward. The flying swords really followed his footsteps, as if the tide separated.

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

He vaguely understood that these swords didn't want to go with him, but a little awe and low self-esteem.

"What the **** do I say about this?"

Ping Yongjia stood on a big rock, looked at the hundreds of flying swords between the peaks, and said innocently, "Isn't it okay if I don't dislike you?"

Those Feijian bowed their heads slightly, not knowing whether they were surrendering or not believing them.

The cry of the iron eagle came from high in the clouds and mist, as if responding to Ping Yongjia.

Ping Yongjia couldn't help but walked down Yun Xingfeng with a sullen face, thinking that he still didn't get the sword. This is really embarrassing to Master.

When he came to the bottom of Yunxing Peak, he met several Qingshan disciples, and he naturally called out Senior Brother.

Those Qingshan disciples thought he was a new inner disciple, so they didn't care, so they continued to walk forward with a hum, and they didn't stop talking.

"A dozen more people went to Jingyuan to kowtow this year. Some people went there when Xiaoman was a few days ago. It's really..."

"Are all the fellows crazy? That is obviously a monster, and it is actually offered as an ancestor!"

"Don't say anything like this at random, no one has any evidence. I haven't seen that even Xi Laifeng doesn't say this now?"

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

"A madman? Not to mention the people of God Mofeng, is Brother Zhuo Rusui also a madman?"

Ping Yongjia had already walked out dozens of feet away, but when she heard these conversations, especially the next few sentences, she couldn't help being stunned.

When the breeze started, he turned around and walked behind the Qingshan disciples, and asked: "Brother, what are you talking about?"

The few Qingshan disciples glanced at each other, feeling very strange, thinking that this matter is unknown to all the Qingshan, no one does not know, what are you going to ask?

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No one has the patience to say too much to the new inner disciple, and Ping Yongjia has no patience to listen to the entire story. When he probably knows that more than four years have passed since the ceremony of the head of Qingshan, and the ceremony After something happened, he turned and ran towards Shenmo Peak, his face pale as paper.

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

The ban on the peak of the gods has been opened, and sword intent is everywhere in the mountains, blocking the way up the mountain.

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

I heard that the master and sister-in-law almost failed to go up back then, how can I do it?

But thinking about what the previous seniors said, he really couldn't stand outside the peak like this.

Master is actually a monster? How can this be!

Shen Mofeng's ban is on. Is this the old man, his aunt, and the two brothers are all imprisoned? Brother Zhuo is also locked up? How are they now?

The intense worry, anxiety and guilt gave him great courage, gritted his teeth and ran up the mountain trail.

There was a soft snap.

Ping Yongjia just rushed up the mountain path and stopped.

He lowered his head and looked at his right leg, and found a wound at the bottom of his knee, straight as a line, blood slowly overflowing from it, and the wound was gradually opening, revealing bones.

He was stunned before he woke up, his eyebrows and eyes were squeezed in one place with the intense pain, his mouth was open, and he couldn't make a sound for a long time.

The cry of ape monkeys faintly heard from somewhere in front of him. Ping Yongjia became a little more sober, and quickly tore off a sleeve of her clothes, and carefully bandaged the wound.

After doing these things, his face was as pale as paper, and he kept shouting in a slightly dumb voice: "It hurts, it hurts!"

The ape's cry sounded again, seemingly mocking.

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

I don't know how long it took, and the pain finally subsided. When he looked at the seemingly quiet mountain path, there was a lot of fear in his eyes.

But no matter how scared you are, you will eventually go up.

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

It didn't take long for him to stand up slowly, closing his eyes, and walking towards the mountain road.

Obviously there is nothing in front of him, but he suddenly raised his right foot, crossed a non-existent obstacle, and then turned right...

Next, Ping Yongjia became a puppet, as if being pulled by an invisible rope, moving forward or backward on the mountain path, or turning or retreating.

Strangely speaking, he walked like this, but he was never injured by the sword intent, except that his clothes would be cut off from time to time to show the danger.

Half an hour later, he finally reached the middle section of Shenmo Peak, with a few very fine blood stains on his face, and his clothes were even more tattered.

He seemed to have some trouble here, and he stopped for a long time.

Ping Yongjia suddenly cursed an swear word, opened her eyes bravely, took a deep breath, and jumped forward.

"I jump! I jump! I jump!"

So the puppet turned into a rabbit, and just jumped all the way on the mountain path.

I don't know how long it took before he actually jumped to the top like this.

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The top of the Shenmo Peak was deserted, the stone gate of the cave was closed, and there were dead leaves on the hall, looking very depressed.

Dongfu is a place to sleep, Daodian is a place to watch the snow, and the edge of a cliff is a place to step on the 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 her, Ping Yongjia felt so lonely and couldn't help feeling sad.

Master was betrayed by those traitors and was not imprisoned by God Mofeng. It seems that he was expelled from Qingshan. I am afraid that his life will not be long...

Even if it is a place that can be regarded as home, no one is not very interesting, Ping Yongjia walked down the mountain in despair.

I don't know if it is God Mofeng's special restriction, or Man Shan Jianyi already knows who he is, he hasn't encountered any problems.

When it was not 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 full of monkeys' footprints. 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, so naturally it would not be harmful.

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

Leaving the cabin, he went to the stream again.

In those years, he used to pick up the rocks smashed with the Firth sword here, and occasionally rode the horse.

Where did that horse go?

Ping Yongjia looked around the mountains and streams, and suddenly found a slightly raised pile of stones. The sword light flashed in his eyes, and he could see the contents clearly.

The horse was already dead.

So many years have passed.

Ping Yongjia walked to the pile of rocks, gently touched the rocks with her hands, wiped her eyes, and said nothing.

The calls of the apes approached.

The treetops bend slightly, and the wild wind swells. The monkeys jumped out of the woods and gathered in front of him. They patted his back and hands carefully, expressing comfort.

"Thank you, thank you."

Ping Yongjia said with red eyes, sincerely, she doesn't find these apes annoying anymore.

He thanked these apes for comforting him, and thanked them for burying the horse well.

The atmosphere by the stream was still very low a moment ago.

The next moment Ping Yongjia's mood collapsed.

He shouted angrily at the foot of the peak: "What the **** hacked you **** to death!"

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The angry shouts echoed in the mountains, harmonized with the stream, and flowed down the peak.

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

After the Qingshan sword repairs the Unchanging Realm, you can combine the flying swords with one without a sword in your hand. It doesn't mean that you really don't have a sword~IndoMTL.com~ But the meaning of these apes is very clear.

——Where is your sword?

Ping Yongjia is very innocent, and said: "This matter is a bit complicated to talk about. It's not that I can't get the sword. The key is those swords..."

Without waiting for him to finish, an old ape suddenly came over from outside.

It was obvious that this old ape had a very high status in the apes group, and all the apes stopped yelling and looked at it in awe.

The old ape walked up to Ping Yongjia, took his hand slowly, and walked towards the cliff on the other side of the stream.

Ping Yongjia was startled at first, and then she remembered the stories she had read when she was a child, and she couldn't help but feel ecstasy.

The apes stood quietly on the side of the stream, watching the old ape taking Ping Yongjia across the mountain stream and disappearing at the end of the wild forest, still not dispersed.

There is a steep cliff on the side of Yelin. There are many green vines growing between the cliffs. The densest place of the vines... Sure enough, a cave is hidden.

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