The Path Toward Heaven

The flow of time in Qingtian Jian is different from the real world, and the flow of time in Chaotian Continent may be different from the outside, but the direction of time flow will never change, always moving forward in such a dull and cold way. On an ordinary day, Ping Yongjia finally woke up on the top of Jianfeng.

Time had covered his body with dust, but he didn't feel much. He felt that he had slept soundly and comfortably, and stretched subconsciously.

There was only a slight popping sound coming from inside his body, followed by a shower-like popping sound from the surrounding cliffs.

Clap clap!

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

The falling rocks rustled down, forming a layer on the ground in an instant.

He jumped down from the cliff hole, looked at the clear and deep sword marks on the cliff wall, was shocked and speechless, looked at his hands, and thought what happened?

After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure it out, and he didn't bother to think about it any more. He started walking around the mountain at random, trying to see if he could pick up a sword that was suitable for his eyes.

Countless noises could be heard from the peaks, boulders rolled, sword intent gradually emerged, and dozens of flying swords and sword embryos flew out from the ground and the cracks in the rocks.

It's strange to say that when he came to Jianfeng to look for swords, all these swords in Jianfeng flew out by himself.

But today is a bit different, when Ping Yongjia reached out his hand to take down a somewhat pleasing sword to have a look, the sword retreated back, avoiding his hand.

Ping Yongjia was stunned, and stretched out his hand to grab another sword, but the sword flipped around on the ground several times, but also avoided it.

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

Ping Yongjia was very puzzled, and walked forward, those flying swords moved away with his footsteps, like the tide parting.

As he walked in the sword peak like this, at least hundreds of flying swords appeared to greet him, and then avoided them.

He vaguely understood that these swords were not because they didn't want to go with him, but because they were in awe and inferiority.

I said what the hell is going on?

Ping Yongjia stood on a big rock, looked at the hundreds of flying swords in the peak, and said innocently: I don't despise you, okay?

Those flying swords lowered their heads slightly, not knowing whether to express their submission or disbelief.

Tie Ying's cry came from above the clouds and mists, as if responding to Ping Yongjia.

Ping Yongjia had no choice but to walk down Yunxing Peak in disgrace, thinking that he still didn't get the sword, this is really an embarrassment to Master.

When he came to the foot of Yunxing Peak, he met several Qingshan disciples, so he naturally called out his senior brother.

Those Qingshan disciples thought he was a new inner disciple, so they didn't take it seriously, hummed and continued to walk forward, talking without stopping.

A dozen more people went to kowtow to Jingyuan this year, and some people went there a few days ago when I was in Xiaoman. It's really...

Are those fellow disciples crazy? That's obviously a monster, and they are offering sacrifices like ancestors!

Don't say such things casually, no one has any proof, didn't you see that even Xilai Peak doesn't say such things now?

If he wasn't a sword demon, why didn't he dare to take out the Chengtian sword back then? What's the innate invisible sword body...it's just a sword! Only those lunatics would believe him.

Madman? Leaving aside the people from Shenmo Peak, is Senior Brother Zhuo Rusui also a lunatic?

Ping Yongjia had already walked tens of feet away, but when he heard these conversations, especially the last few sentences, he couldn't help but froze in place.

When the breeze picked up, he turned around and came behind those Qingshan disciples, and asked, Brother, what are you talking about?

The few Qingshan disciples looked at each other, feeling very strange, thinking that no one in the whole Qingshan knew about this matter, no one knew about it, what do you want to ask?

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No one has the patience to talk too much to the new inner disciples, and Ping Yongjia didn't have the patience to listen to the whole story. When he probably knew that more than four years had passed since the Qingshan Master Ceremony, and what happened at the Ceremony, he turned around and ran towards Shenmo Peak, his face as 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 restriction on Shenmo Peak has been lifted, and sword intent is everywhere in the mountain, blocking the passage up the mountain.

Standing at the entrance of the mountain path, Ping Yongjia clearly felt the power and fear of the restriction.

I heard that both the master and the aunt almost failed to go up, how could I do it myself?

But thinking about what those senior brothers said before, he really couldn't help standing outside the peak like this.

Master is actually a monster? How can this be!

The restriction on Shenmo Peak has been activated. Does this mean that the old man, his sister-in-law, and the two senior brothers have all been imprisoned? Is Brother Zhuo locked up too? how are they now

The strong worry, uneasiness and guilt gave him great courage, and he gritted his teeth and ran towards the mountain road.

There was a soft snap.

Ping Yongjia just took a step up the mountain road, then stopped.

He looked down at his right leg, and found a wound under the knee, straight as a line, blood slowly overflowing from it, and the wound was gradually opening, with bones visible.

He was stunned before he woke up. The severe pain made his eyebrows and eyes squeezed together, and he opened his mouth, unable to utter a sound for a long time.

An ape's cry could be faintly heard from somewhere in front of him, Ping Yongjia regained consciousness a little, quickly tore off a piece of his sleeve, and carefully bandaged the wound.

After finishing these things, his face was as pale as paper, and he kept shouting in a slightly hoarse voice: Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!

The ape's cry sounded again, seeming to be mocking.

Ping Yongjia didn't bother to care about those guys, sat on the ground, breathed on the wound, and kept talking to himself: It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt...

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

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

Ping Yongjia suddenly closed his eyes, and his expression gradually calmed down, even as if he had fallen asleep, just like in Jianfeng.

Not long after, he stood up slowly, closed his eyes like this, and walked towards the mountain road.

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

Afterwards, Ping Yongjia turned into a puppet, as if being pulled by an invisible rope, advancing or retreating, turning or retreating on the mountain path.

Strange to say, while walking like this, he was never hurt by the sword intent again, only the corners of his clothes would be cut off from time to time, which made him appear dangerous.

Half an hour later, he finally arrived at the middle of Shenmo Peak. There were a few thin bloodstains on his face, and the clothes on his body were even more tattered.

Here he seemed to be in some trouble and stopped for a long time.

Ping Yongjia suddenly cursed, opened his 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 on the mountain road all the way forward.

I don't know how long it took, but he just jumped to the top of the peak like this.

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The top of Shenmo Peak was deserted and deserted, the stone gates of the cave were closed tightly, and withered leaves fell on the Taoist hall, making it look extremely desolate.

The cave is a place to sleep, the Taoist Temple is a place to watch the snow, and the edge of a cliff is a place to step on clouds.

Now the sea of ​​clouds is like yesterday, presumably there will be snow in winter, but those people are gone, and the bamboo chair he used to lie on secretly is also gone.

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

Master was betrayed by those traitors, and was not imprisoned in Shenmo Peak. It seems that he was expelled from Qingshan, and his life may not be long...

Even if it is a place that can be regarded as home, it doesn't mean that there is no one, Ping Yongjia walked down the mountain in a daze.

I don't know if it's Shenmo Peak's special restrictions, or Man Shan Jian Yi already knows who he is, but he didn't encounter any problems.

Not long after, he arrived at the cabin under the cliff.

The cabin has been unoccupied for a long time, the dust on the steps is full of monkey footprints, the black tea has been turned over everywhere, but the green tea is still in the pot.

Those apes knew that what Gu Qing had been drinking all these years was green tea, so naturally they would not cause any harm.

Ping Yongjia looked at the green tea in the jar, his nose sore, thinking where is senior brother Gu Qing? Can I come back for tea?

Leaving the cabin, he went to the stream again.

In those few years, he often picked stones chopped by his aunt with the Forth sword here, and occasionally rode that horse.

Where did that horse go?

Ping Yongjia looked around the mountain stream, and suddenly found a slightly raised stone pile, with a flash of sword light in his eyes, he could see clearly what was inside.

The horse turned out to be dead.

It turned out that so many years had passed.

Ping Yongjia walked up to the pile of stones, touched the stone with his hands, wiped his eyes, and said nothing.

The cries of the apes approached.

The treetops bent slightly, and the wild wind picked up suddenly. The apes jumped out of the forest, gathered around him, and patted his back and hands carefully to express their comfort.

thanks, thanks.

Ping Yongjia's eyes were red, and he said sincerely, he no longer finds these apes annoying.

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

The atmosphere by the stream was still gloomy a moment ago.

The next moment Ping Yongjia's emotions collapsed.

He shouted angrily at the foot of the peak: I'll kill you bastards with a single sword!

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

The apes watched him silently, most of their eyes falling on his right hand.

After the Qingshan sword cultivates the Wuzhang state, it can be combined with flying swords. Without a sword in his hand, it doesn't mean that he really doesn't have a sword, but the meaning of these apes is very clear.

—Where is your sword?

Ping Yongjia was very innocent, and said: This matter is a bit complicated to say, it's not that I can't get the sword, the key is those swords...

Before he could finish speaking, an old ape suddenly came over from outside.

It was obvious that this old ape had a very high status in the group of apes, and all the apes stopped talking 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 for a while, then remembered the stories he read when he was a child, and couldn't help feeling ecstatic.

The apes stood quietly by the side of the stream, watching the old ape lead Ping Yongjia across the mountain stream and disappeared into the wild forest, they still did not leave.

There is a steep cliff on the other side of the wild forest, and there are many green vines growing between the cliffs. The place where the green vines are densest...as expected, there is a cave hidden.