The Path Toward Heaven

Ada was even more surprised, staring at her with her eyes wide open, until she was sure that the problem was not serious, then she was relieved. I thought she would be beaten like this.

"These women are too shameless, they besieged me more than anyone."

Nan Wang wiped off the blood on the corner of his lips, and wiped the blood on Ada's body with his sleeve at will, and said, "If only the master is fooled, how can I be my opponent?"

Hearing this sentence, Ai knew that she and the host should have a tie, but just thinking that you were not going to find Lianyue, how could you fight with the host?

After Jing Jiu became the head of that year, Nan Wang began to doubt his identity, and held Ada to Qing Rongfeng for a long time, and was misled by it, thinking that Jing Jiu was the son of Jingyang and Lian Sanyue. After several years of retreat, she left Qingshan to go to Shuiyueyu, of course, to find trouble in March.

She resentfully said, "The vixen is not here. I don't know if I heard that I was going and went into hiding."

Ada thought who was the shrew? Well, you two are shrews.

Then he thought that Nan Wang dare to go to the trouble of March, and he could even tie up with the host. It seems that the realm has improved and he should have reached the peak of the sea. He can't help but be a little surprised-it seems that affection may be wrong for life. However, it is not necessary to practice by mistake, and you can take a few steps forward with hatred.

Having said this, Nan Wang walked back to Qing Rongfeng on the bridge of Jianyi, drank a pot of wine on the flowers and stones, and entered a remote cave house.

There are two iron chains in Dongfu, which locked a woman.

Watching Nan Wang come in, the woman slowly fell to her knees, and the silver bell on her body made a similar sound to the iron chain.

Although kneeling, she didn't say a word, and she could not see any surrender in her indifferent face.

Her name was Nan Zheng, who had been captured by Nan forget in the wild mountain temple and brought back to Qingshan for several years.

Nanzheng is a fugitive from Nanman, an assassin from Bu Lao Lin, and finally a Nanyang physical servant. I do n’t know why, Nan forgets not to kill her.

"I shaved my hair later and changed my clothes. I will send you out of the mountain. You can find a way to get in the water yourself."

Nan Wang said, "Those women like to gossip the most and save the poor woman. Knowing your life experience and the hostility with me, they should accept you."

Nan Zheng was silent for a while, and said, "What are you going to Shui Yuezhen?"

"I don't want you to kill people. You have to find out if March is dead or not, and the one named Winter, what is going on?"

Nan Wang said, "If you do this well, I will let you go."

...

...

Ping Yongjia sat on the edge of the cliff, looking at the opposite Qing Rongfeng, her fingers moved unconsciously.

Dozens of thin and invisible sword intentions gradually appeared between his fingers, and then woven into hemp, just like his mood at this time.

When he came to God's End Peak and worshipped under Jingjiu Gate, he learned the unreasonable sword technique of Qing Rongfeng. After a few years, the sword intention has been cultivated very well, and the sword technique has become very familiar. Sword practice?

There are also some swords on Qing Rongfeng that are very suitable for unprovoked swordsmanship. This was what he heard from Brother Gu Qing. Brother naturally listened to what Master said. The problem is that he didn't dare to go to Qing Rongfeng. He didn't need to remind him to know that Master didn't like Qing Rongfeng, and the aunts and sisters were indeed more terrible than tigers.

He looked at the closed stone gate of Dongfu and sighed.

The master is retreating, the aunt is retreating, and Brother Yuan Qu is also retreating in order to prepare to re-bear the sword a few years later. Even Brother Gu Qing has put down those matters and is retreating in the temple.

God's last peak was just doing nothing, the horse didn't want to ride, the monkey didn't care, the cat didn't dare to walk, it was really boring.

The spring breeze blew the sea of ​​clouds, and the wild flowers between the cliffs trembled slightly. He suddenly stood up and walked into the temple.

Yuan Qu retreated in the depths of Dao Dian. Gu Qing thought that there might be an emergency. To ensure that the monkey's call was heard, the retreat was near the window.

Ping Yongjia walked behind Gu Qing and found out that the brother had gone out with his master. The realm was still at the beginning of the tour, but his breath was obviously different.

He was more determined and said, "Brother, I want to go down the mountain."

If you change to another peak or other practice sect, when someone is interrupted suddenly during the retreat, it will inevitably become very angry, and may even go into trouble. However, the retreat of God ’s End Peak has always been casual. Gu Qing opened his eyes and rubbed his face, saying, “Master said, you can go out of the mountain unless you have permission.”

This means that there is no problem if you want to go down the mountain, but it doesn't make sense to ask me. You should go to Dongfu to find Master.

Ping Yongjia said, "I'm going down the mountain, not out of the mountain ... I plan to go to Yunxing Peak."

Gu Qing was a little surprised, looked at him twice and said, "Are you not ready to wait?"

Ping Yongjia said aloud, "Cultivation is your own business, after all, you can't be like a bird, just waiting for Master and his elderly to arrange."

"Master is not an old man. Of course this is not important. What is important is that you can make this decision better than me and Yuanqu."

Gu Qing looked at him with a smile and said, very admiring.

Ping Yongjia said innocently, "I don't mean to be intentionally different. Brother, don't get me wrong."

...

...

God's disciples are very good at speaking innocently.

For example, Yuan Qu, such as Ping Yongjia, Gu Qing will occasionally perform, even if Han Chan does not have a face, he can accurately exude this breath.

The question is what is innocent?

Simple eyes, ignorant expressions, and ignorance?

No, this alone is not enough, but a little bit bitter and helpless.

Clouds shrouded the steep cliffs of Jianfeng, Ping Yongjia walked in the meantime, feeling that she was very innocent.

Now that God has no sword, he feels like a yellow cabbage in the ground, with a bitter taste from the inside to the outside.

Walking on the cliff without road, the more he went up, the lower his mood was.

Most of the stones and cliffs are still sword embryos, which need to be kept for hundreds or even thousands of years, and some are broken flying swords, which also need long-term repair. It is really difficult to find a perfect flying sword in the current Yunxing Peak. Those high-grade flying swords are even more difficult to meet.

"Ouch!"

Thinking about these things, Ping Yongjia was tripped over by a hard object, and when he rubbed his nose, he got up, and found that the one who tripped himself ... turned out to be a sword.

This flying sword glowed with a faint blue light, exuding pure sword meaning, and it was obviously extraordinary.

He picked up the sword and looked at it for a long while, hesitated for a while, but finally inserted the sword back into the cliff next to him, and performed a solemn salute.

"Sorry, we are not suitable."

The sword trembled slightly twice, and then returned to peace, saying that it did not care.

He continued to walk towards the top of Yunxing Peak. As he passed a section of cliff, the cliff rocks above protruded outwards, covering the sun like an umbrella cover, and making the already dark mountains even darker.

"It really looks like the underworld in the legend, so terrible ..."

Ping Yongjia murmured to herself, speeded up her pace, and wanted to cross here as soon as possible.

Suddenly, a cold object touched the back of his neck, and he couldn't help screaming, and rushed out more than ten feet.

When he turned pale, he found that the cold thing turned out to be another flying sword.

The flying sword was quiet and dim, and looked very simple, yet had a very strong sense of oppression. The grade was actually higher than the previous flying sword.

Obviously, this flying sword should fall from the cliff rock above.

Ping Yongjia froze, walked back to where he was, took the gray flying sword and looked at it, sorry to say, "No, you wait for other brothers and sisters to come."

Having said this, he continued to walk towards the peak.

As it got higher and higher, the sword intention between the peaks became more and more fierce, but I don't know why, he was not affected at all, and his steps were as usual.

In the following time, more than a dozen swords appeared in front of him, or just fell into his hands, and it looked like it was so coincidental.

Some of the flying swords were cold, some sullen, some were calm, some were quiet, and each had its own extraordinary features, but he did not accept them.

In Ping Yongjia's view, these flying swords are really good. They are very grateful for their favor, but they are not good enough. How good is good? He didn't think of looking for a perfect flying sword, but he spent a long time at the end of God's Peak. All he saw were flying swords such as Firth, Cosmic Front, and Swallow Boat ...

When we came to the height of Yunxing Peak, there were two holes between the cliff walls, exactly the same size.

Looking at those two holes, Ping Yongjia naturally remembered the scene when she met Master and Aunt here a few years ago, thinking that her luck was extremely good.

Then he went up and walked again, and found a sword in a cloud of marble.

Half of the sword was inserted into the rock and half was exposed outside. It looked strange because the sword body was twisted and there were traces of frost on it.

Subconsciously, Ping Yongjia thought that this sword was good, and wanted to take a look at it, but thought of Zhemei from the twisted sword body, and then thought of more things.

It turns out that this is the sword Master sought for Brother Yuanqu. Where is his sword?

He looked around, only to see the clouds and mists, and the pain in his heart was more prosperous, and suddenly a thought came into being.

Anyway, it ’s okay to go back to the end of the gods. It ’s better to sit here to practice and keep the sword of the brother by the way, so as not to let other Qingshan with the door.

Thinking so, he sat down with his knees crossed.

Yun Xingfeng's sharp swordsmanship became a lot milder.

At this time Ping Yongjia didn't know what it meant.

What a benefit this seemingly casual thought would bring to him.

...

...

In the blink of an eye, it was four years, and everyone at Shenmofeng went out of the gate one after another. Yuan Qu learned that the sword had been raised, and went to Yunxingfeng without hesitation.

In the dense clouds, he quickly found the sword by relying on Qimei's Qimei swordsmanship.

Before the joy came to fruition, he turned into a surprise, because he saw Ping Yongjia who had been standing in front of that sword.

Thanks for not having time to export, he became surprised, because he found that Ping Yongjia's current state was obviously a little weird.

Yun Xingfeng's sword encircles him ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ slowly enters his clothes, hair and nose and mouth, so gentle, without causing any harm.

The wind gently blew Ping Yongjia's clothes and brought a few inconspicuous sword lights.

Yuan Qu was surprised, only to discover that his brother and sister had quenched the body with sword intention for four years.

Zhao Layue used her excellent kendo talents in the retreat at Jianfeng for several years, and finally built the sword body after the reunion. Although Yuan Qu was her disciple, she could n’t learn at all. At this moment, she could n’t help but shock when she saw this scene Some envy.

No wonder the head teacher and uncle had to accept Ping Yongjia as an apprentice. Where is such a random opportunity, the original brother Ping was also a great genius.

If you do n’t have a surname of Yuan, you were afraid that you would not be eligible to enter the end of God.

Thinking about these things, Yuan Qu sighed, took off the sword and turned away—Ping Yongjia's practice is at a critical moment and cannot be disturbed.

He just had some regrets. Little Master couldn't see Qingshan heading the ascension ceremony a few days later.