The Path Toward Heaven

Without any suspense, Ping Yongjia chose Shenmo Peak, and people had no chance to see his sword talent.

Uncle Meili and Lin Wuzhi looked at each other and smiled again. They had done their best for Qingrong Peak and Tianguang Peak, and there was nothing they could do.

Before the Chengjian meeting was over, Yuan Qu took Ping Yongjia away under those reluctant eyes.

When he came to the top of Shenmo Peak, Yuan Qu told him to wait here, then hurriedly turned and ran down the mountain, presumably to explain something to Junior Sister Yushan.

There is no one on the top of the peak, and the remaining snow remains.

Ping Yongjia was very nervous, but he didn't show it on his face, because he didn't know if the rumored Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue were observing him.

Not long after, Gu Qing came out of the Daoist Hall and said to him: In autumn, I went into seclusion and forgot to inform you. Fortunately, you didn't forget.

Ping Yongjia hurriedly saluted, thinking that he hadn't forgotten, it was all due to his boldness and greed, but naturally he couldn't utter these words.

Lu Qing looked at his hesitant expression and said with a smile, Are you curious why Master chose you?

Ping Yongjia nodded repeatedly. Now he naturally knew that the young man and woman he met when he climbed Jianfeng last year were the two masters of Shenmo Peak, but it always made him feel a little weird to be able to worship under Shenmo Peak because of this, thinking that he had smashed something?

Gu Qing asked: Do you know how high the two teachers are at Jianfeng retreat?

Ping Yongjia thought for a while, and said: At that time, I only wanted to go to a higher place, the higher the better, but later I was so scared that I rolled and climbed down, I don't know how high it is.

Lu Qing smiled and said, Then it seems that you don't know how talented you are.

The sword peak is difficult to climb, and how high one can climb often means how talented that Qingshan disciple is in the way of swordsmanship.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue retreated in Jianfeng, and the place they chose was naturally extremely high, so Ping Yongjia's swordsmanship was naturally extremely high.

The reason is so simple, Ping Yongjia quickly figured it out, and scratched his head happily when he thought that he was actually a kendo genius recognized by the two teachers.

Seeing his movements, Gu Qing thought of the apes at the bottom of the cliff, felt more affectionate towards this new junior, patted his shoulder, and said, Cultivate well in the future, don't embarrass the master.

After saying this, he turned around and left, preparing to go to the Dao Palace to continue to retreat and raise his sword.

Ping Yongjia was stunned, seeing that Gu Qing was about to enter the Taoist hall, he couldn't help being anxious, and shouted: That... senior brother, what should I do next?

Gu Qing stopped, turned around and said: If you finish learning the lessons of Jiange, you should raise your sword first, and in the future, which peak's real sword will you practice, we will talk about it when the master comes back.

Ping Yongjia opened his eyes wide and asked, Keeping a sword? Tell me not to rush to get the sword first, I don't have a sword right now.

Gu Qing said: If you don't have a sword, cultivate your mind first. As for the sword, don't worry, otherwise it will be very troublesome when Master wants to change the sword for you in the future.

This is his personal experience.

He is now in the wilderness realm and has grown into a sword ghost, but he suddenly wants to change his sword, which is prone to major problems.

Even if the sword is the universe front, he still finds it very troublesome.

Ping Yongjia didn't know his worries, and was very happy after hearing his words, thinking that Jinshen Mo Peak would also give away Feijian, this benefit is really great.

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This year's Sword Inheritance Conference in Qingshan, there are two more eye-catching things.

Shenmo Peak recruited a new disciple, but Liangwang Peak did not show up.

The disciples of Liangwang Peak are now in the far north, on the front line of fighting against the monsters of the Snow Country.

Many elder disciples from other peaks also went to Baicheng, and Fang Jingtian personally led the team.

In the early spring, Baicheng was very cold, and white smoke could be seen everywhere in the military camp built on the mountain.

There are no hot springs there, just countless vats filled with hot water.

In the past few years, there have been several small animal swarms. The Zhenbei Army's reduction in personnel is not too severe, but there are a lot of wounded soldiers. At this time, hot water and medicine are especially needed.

The medical monks of Guocheng Temple are responsible for the latter, while Yimaozhai and other sects that are good at talisman are responsible for heating and logistics including the former.

Qingshan disciples are responsible for killing the enemy as they have done for countless years in the past.

Dozens of sword lights returned from the snow field and landed on the field in front of the mountain.

Guo Nanshan glanced over, counted the number of people again, and confirmed that none of the same family fell into the snow field, and felt a little more relaxed.

Including him, Gu Han, You Siluo, Jian Ruoshui and other Liangwang Peak disciples have all advanced to the Wilderness Realm, and their combat power is very strong. They lead their fellow disciples to hunt down and kill those powerful monsters who have left the battlefield and may go south. It is not a frontal battlefield, but the danger is even greater. In the past few years, seven Qingshan disciples have been seriously injured and sent back to Qingshan. With the increasing frequency and power of the beast hordes, they believe that death will come soon. What makes them a little worried is that with the tense situation in the snowfield, those evil sects in Lengshan have shown signs of being ready to move.

Guo Nanshan said: I just hope that fellow Taoists of the Kunlun Sect can control the situation.

Gu Han said with a blank expression: Just relying on those useless things? In my opinion, it's better to take advantage of the temporary quiet time of the snowfield, and let's go to Lengshan to clean it up, so as to scare those young people.

Don't count me in this matter. A weak voice came from the crowd.

Guo Nanshan and the others looked at him and found that it was Zhuo Rusui, so he couldn't help but have a slightly different expression.

Gu Han stared at him and said, Don't tell me you want to watch evil forces like the Xuanyin Sect take advantage of this opportunity?

Zhuo Rusui drooped his eyelids, and said listlessly: It's called Xuanyin Sect now. Listening to this name, it's obviously the opposite of Feng Dao Sect. Sword Masters are not in a hurry, why are you so anxious?

People looked at him with complicated eyes.

Among the younger generation of disciples, Zhuo Rusui was of course very famous. That year when Qingshan tried his sword, he finally came out from the top of Tianguang Peak and defeated Zhao Layue in one fell swoop, which made his reputation even more extreme.

The disciples of Liangwang Peak expected him to compete with Jing Jiu. Who would have thought that after he lost to Jing Jiu in Yunmeng Mountain, his behavior style would become more and more like that of the people on Shenmo Peak.

As for what that style is, no one can say clearly, even Jian Ruoshui, who hates Shenmo Peak the most, is probably afraid of trouble or that matter.

This time, no one from Shenmo Peak came to Xueyuan, Zhuo Rusui was the closed disciple of the real master, so naturally he still wanted to come.

But it is completely different from Guo Nanshan. He does not see such beautiful things as fighting the enemy bravely, taking everything first, and setting an example.

Jian Ruoshui's face was gloomy, she looked at him and said, If you are as afraid of death as Gu Qing, why don't you come along.

Hearing these words, Gu Han's expression changed slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Zhuo Rusui looked at Jian Ruoshui and slowly raised his face.

He didn't want to show his contempt by looking at people with his nostrils, but was about to hum.

Guo Nanshan is the first disciple of Tianguang Peak. He has heard Master Liu's words many times, so he naturally knows what he wants to do, and said in a deep voice: Shut up!

Zhuo Rusui thought that I didn't need to open my mouth even if I yelled. Does the brother's words have anything to do with him?

You Siluo suddenly looked towards Xue Yuan and said, Who is that?

The previous war was less than a hundred days old, and there were still many dangers in the snow field. Why would someone come out alone?

That person's movement skills are extremely strange, within a few tens of breaths, he came from the Black Mountain to the edge of the snow field, and he couldn't see clearly how he did it.

Gu Han asked: A member of the Zhongzhou faction?

In most people's minds, only the Zhongzhou School's method of escape from heaven and earth is so unpredictable.

Guo Nanshan shook his head and said, It's He Zhan.

Qingshan disciples were very surprised.

The man walked out of the snow field and came to the front of the barracks. The monk's robes in front of him were already torn, messy like newly grown hair.

Looking at He Zhan, everyone's eyes were a little different.

Gu Han frowned and said, Is this the first one who has been in the public eye since the beginning?

Since one wants to step into the world of mortals, one must conceal one's identity in order to understand the true meaning of the world of mortals. For countless years in the past, the heirs of the world of mortals in Guocheng Temple have always acted in this way, and they will not reveal their identities until their meritorious deeds are complete. The descendant of the previous generation, that is, the current Dao Sheng Cao Yuan chose to stay in the north in the end, and did not return to Guocheng Temple to take over as the abbot, but he also kept his name in the Feng Dao Sect for many years.

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He Zhan obviously experienced a series of hard battles in the snowy field and was seriously injured, but no one in the barracks went to meet him.

It wasn't that the medical monks at Guocheng Temple were too busy, or that the masters disliked him for acting too ostentatiously, ruining the original intention of walking in the world of mortals, but because some people had already gone.

Accompanied by the clear and melodious ringtone, the young master of Xuanling Sect turned into a puff of green smoke, came to He Zhan, held his arm, his little face was full of concern.

It's okay.

He Zhan shook his head.

Sese breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked: Are you going to the old lady's birthday? I can't stay here for too long, there are still many things to arrange.

He Zhan shook his head again.

Thurse raised her small face and begged, You'd better go, Mommy wants to see you.

He Zhan didn't speak.

Sister said in a miserable voice: There will definitely be a big accident that day. I am very scared. I hope you will be by my side then.

He Zhan still didn't speak.

Sese got angry, shook his hand away, and said, Don't try to lie to me again, I asked Sister Layue, you Guocheng Temple can't shut up at all!

He Zhan kept his mouth shut and continued walking without saying a word.

Sese stopped, stood in the snow and looked at his back, and said in a crying voice: I'm crying, I tell you, I'm going to cry!

He Zhan's body was slightly stiff, he turned around slowly, looked at her and said, I found Jiang Rui's body in the snow field.

Sese was actually crying. Hearing this, the crying in her voice disappeared, and she said seriously and full of sympathy: This is really a regrettable thing.

He Zhan said: You just let him go, so what?

Sese said proudly: I'll just kill him, so what?

He Zhan sighed, turned around and continued to leave, his movements were as ethereal as a ghost.

Knowing that she couldn't catch up with him, Sese was angry and curious at the same time, thinking to herself, where did he learn such weird movements?

She suddenly thought of the exercises He Zhan learned from that old eunuch Hong in the Illusion of Qingtian Jian, and she covered her mouth in shock, thinking, did you really cut yourself?

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There is a mountain behind Baicheng.

There is a small temple at the foot of the mountain.

There is a golden Buddha in the temple.

There used to be no monks in this temple, but now there is one at last.

A young monk with the highest status in Zen Buddhism.

It has been seven years since Zenzi came to Baicheng.

For the past seven years, he has been playing with mud in this small temple, and occasionally going out to show his face.

If the Zenzi is replaced by the winter of previous years, the knife master should be a lot more satisfied.

Zenzi himself was not satisfied, feeling bored.

The stick mountain collapsed suddenly and scattered on the ground in front of the threshold.

I don't know what this means.

Zenzi looked at it twice, gave up if he didn't figure it out, stretched himself, and said, When can I go back?

That thick and vaguely missing voice sounded in the temple: Are you in a hurry?

Chanzi said: There is chaos in the temple, crossing the sea almost made a big mistake, but I can't go back, how can I not be in a hurry?

The sword sage said: When the winner is determined in the snow field, there will be peace.

Zenzi's eyes turned cold for a few minutes, and he said, Taiping has reappeared in the world, maybe you have to go back too.

The sword sage was silent for a while, and said, I don't know if Leng Shan's movement has anything to do with that real person.

Zenzi said: Xuanyin Sect doesn't need to worry too much. After being killed by Qingshan Sect, now only the Dao Banner remains.

The sword saint said: That Taoist banner is indeed somewhat evil.

Chanzi said: Of course, otherwise the Qingshan sect would have already killed them.

The Qingshan Sect and the Xuanyin Sect had a feud, if it wasn't for Lie Yang Banner being re-sacrificed successfully, it would be a bit tricky to deal with it, how could the Qingshan Sect dare to change their sect and become a teacher while seeing the Xuanyin Sect showing off their power in Lengshan.

At this time, there was a creaking sound from behind the temple.

It was the terrifying sound of the cliff deforming and twisting, and the rock formations rubbing against each other.

Zen Zi got up and walked outside the threshold.

Many houses in Baicheng have collapsed, and the smoke and dust are gradually rising. Fortunately, the Fengdao Sect has already driven away all the believers and residents, so there will not be too many casualties.

The movement in the snow field in the distance was even more astonishing, the wind and snow whizzed up to the sky hundreds of feet high, and then the black mountains could be faintly seen shaking.

What a terrible earthquake.

Zenzi's eyes passed through the smoke and snow, the trembling black mountains, and fell deep in the snow field.

There was a strong warning in his eyes.

Such a powerful breath.

The human cultivators on the edge of the snow field reacted and came to the air one after another, ready to fight.

The sword light flashed, Bao Hao pierced through the air, and a majestic but extremely powerful sword intent appeared in the forefront.

Fang Jingtian is not an opponent.

Zenzi said coldly, Let everyone retreat.

Fang Jingtian's reputation in the practice world is not too great, but Zen Zi and Sword Master naturally know that it is because the former peak master of the Qingshan sect has kept a low profile for three hundred years.

Fang Jingtian is one of the four disciples of Daoist Taiping. He is at the top of the sea and is expected to reach the sky. Of course, he is the top powerhouse of the human race. Even Bu Qiuxiao, the master of Yimaozhai, can only fight him on a tie. In Baicheng at this moment, besides Dao Sheng and Zen Zi, he is the strongest in combat power.

Even Fang Jingtian is no match, so it is clear who is coming, no wonder Chanzi is so vigilant.

A bell rang in the small temple, signaling all practitioners to leave the battlefield as quickly as possible.

Is it big or small?

That thick and flawed voice suddenly became extremely smooth, like the bell that was still echoing on the edge of the snow field at this moment.

That's because in a very short period of time, the owner of this voice has already prepared to fight to the death and die in battle.

It has been more than a hundred years since the wind and snow in Gudao Town.

He had gone deep into the snowfield and fought several times with the Queen of the Snow Country, but each time he came back seriously injured, without any chance of winning.

As Jing Jiu once said, the Queen of the Snow Country is the highest-level being in the Chaotian Continent, and she has no opponent at all except when she ascended.

If the other party really walks out of the snow field, who can stop her?

He has thought about this question countless times.

He couldn't come to a conclusion until the end, but he wanted to understand one thing.

No matter who can stop her, they must stop her.

Then the day the queen walked out of the snow field should be the day of his death.