The Path Toward Heaven

The time velocity in the Qingtianjian is different from the real world. The time velocity of the Chaotian continent may be different from the outside, but the direction of time flow will never change. It will always be so boring and ruthless forward. In the strange days, Ping Yongjia finally woke up on the top of Jianfeng.

Time filled his body with grey soil, but he didn't feel much. He felt that he slept soundly and sweetly, covered his body, and stretched his waist subconsciously.

He could only hear a slight crackling sound in his body, and then there was a squealing sound from the surrounding cliffs.

Poppy poppy!

Countless invisible sword intentions spread with his open hands, and they land on hard cliffs and cut out numerous traces.

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

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

After thinking about it for a while, he didn't bother to think about it anymore. He walked around the mountain at will, and wanted to see if he could pick up a sword that fits his eyes.

I could only hear countless sounds from the peaks, the gravel rolling, the sword's meaning gradually emerging, and dozens of flying swords and sword embryos flying from the ground and the cracks in the stone.

Strange to say, when he came to Jianfeng looking for swords, the swords in Jianfeng also flew out by themselves.

But today is a little different. When Ping Yongjia reached out to take down a somewhat pleasing sword to look at it, the sword receded and avoided his hand.

Ping Yongjia froze, reaching out to hold another sword, but the sword turned over a few times on the ground, and actually avoided it.

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

Ping Yongjia was very puzzled and walked forward, and those flying swords really stepped away with his footsteps, just like the tides 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 were not a desire to follow him, but some awe and inferiority.

"I said what the **** is going on?"

Ping Yongjia stood on a large rock, looking at the hundreds of flying swords between the peaks, and said innocently, "I don't think I can abandon you?"

Those flying swords bowed their heads slightly, don't know whether to show their surrender or not to believe.

The cry of Iron Eagle came from above the clouds, as if in response to Ping Yongjia.

Ping Yongjia couldn't help but walked down to Yun Xingfeng with a shameless face, thinking that he still didn't get the sword, which was really a shame to Master.

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

Those Aoyama disciples thought he was a new disciple of the inner door, and didn't care, they continued walking forward with a hum, and they didn't stop talking.

"This year, there were more than a dozen people going to Jingyuan Steamed Bread. Some people went there when Xiaoman was a few days ago, really ..."

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

"Don't say this kind of thing randomly. No one has evidence. I don't see that even Xilaifeng doesn't say this now?"

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

"Crazy? Not to mention the person at the end of God, is Brother Zhuo Rusui also a lunatic?"

Ping Yongjia has gone out dozens of feet away, but heard these conversations, especially the last few sentences, could not help but stay in place.

The breeze rose, and he turned to the students behind Qingshan and asked, "Brother, what are you talking about?"

The Qingshan disciples looked at each other and felt strange. They thought that the whole Qingshan was unknown and unknown. What would you ask?

...

...

No one has the patience to say too much to the new inner disciple, and Ping Yongjia didn't have the patience to listen to the entire story. When he probably knew that it had been more than four years since the opening ceremony of Qingshan, and it happened After something, he turned and ran to the end of God's Peak, his face pale as paper.

A dust dragon rolled up numerous grass cuttings, and he ran from Yun Xingfeng to the bottom of God's Peak at an unimaginable speed.

The end of God's Peak has been opened, and the mountains are full of swordsmanship, blocking the passage to the mountain.

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

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

But thinking about the words of those older brothers, he couldn't stand outside the peak like that.

Master is actually a monster? how can that be!

God ’s end of the ban is on. Is this his old man, his aunt, and his two brothers being imprisoned? Is Brother Zhuo also locked up? How are they

Strong anxiety and anxiety, as well as guilt, gave him great courage, and ran his teeth up the mountain road.

A squeak.

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 and thready, blood slowly overflowing from it, the wound was gradually opening, and bones were hidden.

He woke up before waking up, and the intense pain made his eyebrows squeeze in one place, opening his mouth, and he couldn't make a sound for a while.

I don't know where the scream of the ape was looming from the front. Ping Yongjia was awake slightly, and quickly tore off a sleeve and bandaged the wound carefully.

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

The ape's cry sounded again, with a bit of mockery.

Ping Yongjia didn't bother to care about those guys, sat on the ground, kept blowing air against 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 road again, his eyes grew a lot of fear.

But no matter how scared, you have to go up.

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

Before long, he slowly got up, closed his eyes and walked towards the mountain road.

Obviously 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 became a puppet, as if being dragged by an invisible rope, and moved forward or backward, or turned or retreated on the mountain road.

Strange to say, he just walked like this, but he wasn't hurt by Jian Yi anymore, but his clothes would be cut off a few corners from time to time, and then he appeared dangerous.

After half an hour, he finally came to the middle of God's End Peak, with a few extra traces of blood on his face, and the clothes on his body were raging.

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

Ping Yongjia suddenly scolded a bad 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 road.

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

...

...

The peak of the end of God was deserted, the stone gate of Dongfu was closed tightly, and dead leaves fell on the Taoist Temple, looking extremely cordial.

Dongfu is a place to sleep, Daodian is a place to watch snow, and a cliff is a place to step on clouds.

Now the sea of ​​clouds is like yesterday, and it is likely that snow will fall in winter, but those people are gone, and the bamboo chair he once lay secretly is gone.

Looking at the familiar but unfamiliar scenery in front of her eyes, Ping Yongjia felt so lonely and couldn't help feeling sad.

The master was betrayed by those traitors, and he was not imprisoned. It seems that he was expelled from Qingshan.

Even if it was a place that could be regarded as home, no one was uninteresting, and Ping Yongjia walked downhill downhill.

I don't know if it is the special prohibition of God's End Peak, or if Manshan Jianyi already knows who he is, he did not encounter any problems.

Before long, 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 monkey footprints. Black tea is turned over everywhere, but green tea is in the jar.

Those apes know that Gu Qing has been drinking green tea all these years, so it won't hurt.

Ping Yongjia looked at the green tea in the jar with a sour nose and thought, 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 the stones that Shi Gu chopped with a Furth sword, and occasionally rode the horse.

Where did the horse go?

Ping Yongjia looked around the mountain and suddenly found a pile of stones that was slightly bulging. The sword flickered in her eyes, and she could see the things inside.

That horse was dead.

So many years have passed.

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

The call of the apes was near.

The treetops were slightly curved, and the wild wind rose suddenly. The apes jumped out of the woods and gathered around him, patted his back and hands carefully to show comfort.

"thanks, thanks."

Ping Yongjia's eyes were red, and she said with all her affection, that these apes were no longer annoying.

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

The atmosphere near the stream was very low the moment before.

The next moment Ping Yongjia's mood collapsed.

He shouted angrily at the bottom of the peak: "Why do we stab you gangsters!"

...

...

An angry cry echoed in the mountains, reconciled with the stream, and flowed down the peak.

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

After the Qingshan sword is repaired without Zhangjing, it can be combined with flying swords. The absence of a sword in the hands does not mean that there is no sword ~ ​​www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but the meaning of these apes is very clear.

-What about your sword?

Ping Yongjia was very innocent, saying, "This thing is a bit complicated to say, it's not that I can't get the sword, the key is the sword ..."

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

Obviously, this old ape has a very high status in the ape group. All the apes stopped making noise and looked at it with awe.

The old ape walked in front of Ping Yongjia, slowly took his hand, and walked towards the cliff over the stream.

Ping Yongjia first froze, and then remembered those stories she watched as a child, and couldn't help but have ecstasy.

The apes stood quietly on the side of the stream, watching the old ape take Ping Yongjia across the mountain stream, disappearing at the end of the wild forest, still undisturbed.

There is a steep cliff over Yelin. There are a lot of green vines among the cliffs. The densest place of green vines ... It really hides a cave house.

(=)