In the beginning, I dig the graves of my ancestors and I become a cultivator and a monster.

Zhang Ping is going to be taken to Feixian Pavilion to think about crossing the cliff!

The skinny deacon asked Lin Yuankui in a low voice: "Pavilion Master, there are relics of the Ascension Ancestor's Sword Technique on the cliff. What if Zhang Ping learns it?"

"hehe."

Lin Yuankui's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile: "The ruins are extremely hidden, and it is impossible for Zhang Ping to find them."

"And even if he finds it, he won't be able to learn it without someone's guidance!"

"When Zhang Ping suffers for a few days, he will ask Qin Xiaoyao for more ransom!"

Hearing this, the skinny elder smiled coldly!

Boy Zhang Ping, if you want to blame, blame your master!

It was he who hurt you!

Here, Zhang Ping cursed angrily, but Feixian Pavilion didn't listen.

Zhang Ping understood.

This group of people firmly believed that he was a den of snakes and rats!

And since he only wanted to make money, he took advantage of Zhang Pingkai!

"Two fairies, you know I'm not a bad person, save me!"

When he passed by the two women, he hurriedly called out to them, but they were quickly taken away.

Liu Zimei and Lin Qing'er were also very anxious and guilty.

They felt that Zhang Ping had no ill intentions.

All the pranks were done by Qin Xiaoyao!

"Master, is it unfair for us to treat Zhang Ping like this?"

Liu Zimei couldn't help but ask.

Lin Yuankui smiled coldly.

"This pavilion master did it on purpose!"

His expression was cold and stern: "Qin Xiaoyao had a deep hatred for me back then, and he still wanted me to teach his apprentice sword skills. What a delusion!"

"Of course, since he gave thirty contribution coins, I won't not teach him."

"So by arranging Zhang Ping at Siguo Cliff and giving him a chance to look for the ancestor's sword mark, it's a chance for him!"

The deacons next to him also had cold eyes: "The so-called cause and effect repay, if Zhang Ping is to blame, just blame his master!"

Feeling their anger and hatred, Qing'er and Liu Zimei did not dare to say anything more.

Indeed, the hatred between Qin Xiaoyao and Feixian Pavilion is too great.

It is simply impossible to resolve it.

Zhang Ping was shot innocently!

Everyone dispersed.

"Junior Sister Qing'er, Zhang Ping is innocent."

Liu Zimei thought for a moment, and finally said to Lin Qing'er: "We cannot openly disobey the Pavilion Master's order, we can only secretly help Zhang Ping."

Qing'er nodded lightly: "Qing'er thinks so too. Senior Sister Zimei, you are so kind."

Liu Zimei's red lips curled slightly: "I, Liu Zimei, have always been right about things but not people."

"That guy Zhang Ping scared me today with three maces. I still hate him."

……

Feixian Pavilion, thinking over the cliff.

Towering into the clouds, the snow is falling!

The peaks here are extremely cold, but there is a cave where the cliff guards live!

The fragrance lingers in Changqing Cave.

A male figure stands in front of the mirror.

The light green robe is as elegant as moving clouds, the nose is high, the eyebrows are resolute, and the eyes are full of wisdom.

Noble and independent, restrained and majestic.

He is Gu Changqing.

"Hey."

Gu Changqing looked in the mirror and sighed: "I am so handsome and extraordinary, I look like a swordsman, but I am a mediocre person."

"I have been practicing for twenty-five years, but I haven't even mastered the Wandering Sword Technique. I can only make a living as a cliff guard, earning meager contribution coins to buy resources."

"I really hate the injustice."

Just now, Archdeacon Xue Pei sent a message saying that there was a Liumen Peak disciple named Zhang Ping who was punished by walking across the cliff for three days.

The above requested that Zhang Ping not be allowed to die.

Gu Changqing shook his head: "I have been thinking about crossing the cliff for three days, and even if I don't die, my Taoist mind will be ruined. Junior brother Zhang Ping, like me, must be considered a miserable person."

Soon, Zhang Ping was escorted to Siguo Cliff.

The extremely cold weather made Zhang Ping shiver suddenly!

"Zhang Ping, wish yourself well!"

"Whenever you can't hold on any longer, go to the cave over there to find Gu Changqing and ask him to call your master to pay you a ransom of 50,000 contribution coins. Maybe he can let you go!"

Archdeacon Xue Pei smiled coldly, kicked Zhang Ping into the snow, and left arrogantly.

"Old bastard, let me take revenge when the time comes!"

Zhang Ping cursed angrily and couldn't help but sneeze again!

it's too cold!

Even after more than twenty times of body tempering, it is still unbearable!

"I shouldn't die here!"

"And there is a barrier here, I can't fly away!"

"You can't jump off a cliff to express your ambition, so thank you!"

"Master, you killed me!"

"Sister, I miss you so much!"

Zhang Ping couldn't help but miss the good life in Liumen Peak, but he also had a strong fighting spirit in his heart. He must learn the sword technique and stand out!

He hurriedly took a dragon marrow pill to preserve his physical strength and activate body heat.

Just then, among the snowflakes, he saw a man!

I saw Gu Changqing wearing a crane crown, a green robe flowing with the wind, and a three-foot Qingyun sword on his waist, with an air of immortality floating in the air.

Especially the stars hidden in his brows, his aura of arrogance over all things, astonishing the heavenly beings.

As a man, Zhang Ping couldn't help but be stunned.

"You're so handsome. I'm afraid the current swordsman in this world is nothing more than this."

"The Sword Immortal is so high in the world that he looks down on all living beings with a humble face."

Do you know this, Senior Brother Gu?

Here, Gu Changqing was shocked when he heard the poem recited by Zhang Ping.

The Sword Immortal is so high in the world, looking down at all living beings with a humble face!

The artistic conception of this poem is so magnificent!

He has always suffered from not having any ink in his mind, and he can't think of a powerful poem to set off his temperament and express his inner ambition.

I didn’t expect that Junior Brother Zhang Ping would bring such pretentious poems when he first arrived!

wonderful! Excellent! Wonderful!

I, Gu Changqing, accept these words!

It's mine from now on!

He looked at Zhang Ping with admiration.

This kid can do it, but it would be a pity if his bones and muscles were injured by frostbite here.

Then he actually took off his leather jacket and put it on Zhang Ping!

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Zhang Ping was shocked.

Gu Changqing smiled and said: "This is an icy place, and the mountain wind penetrates your bones. Your cultivation is weak, and your body will collapse easily."

Zhang Ping was immediately moved.

There are good people in Feixian Pavilion too!

"Senior brother, if you are discovered, I will implicate you."

Zhang Ping was about to take off Pippen, but Gu Changqing smiled: "Those deacons are afraid of the cold and have left long ago. No one will come. Just put it on."

Zhang Ping was even more moved. He hugged Pippen tightly and felt an extreme warmth. At the same time, he became curious about Gu Changqing: "Senior Brother Gu, why are you here alone?"