The Path Toward Heaven

There are some problems with Ping Yongjia's origin.

Those seemingly simple dossiers without any strange places are as clean as Jing Jiu used to be, and this is where the problem lies.

When he first entered Qingshan, that question would naturally not be noticed, but when Shangdefeng started to pay attention to this question, it was inconvenient for Chi Yan to continue to investigate because his identity was different.

He is the youngest of Shenmo Peak, the closed disciple of the real head of the sect, and now he has a very prominent status - the master of Jianfeng.

Many Qingshan disciples felt dissatisfied, and felt that Ping Yongjia was able to sit in this position entirely by relying on the head of the sect, so what kind of skill is it to sleep on Jianfeng every day?

To be able to sleep for several years in the sword peak full of fierce sword intent is actually a great skill.

Not to mention that Guangyuan Zhenren, Nan Wang and others saw what he did with their own eyes.

The countless flying swords that make up the Qingshan Sword Formation only follow his will now, and even the sword light that traverses the world follows his fingertips.

When the crisis of annihilation was lifted and the gap in the sea was filled, Ping Yongjia began to sleep again.

People thought he was extremely exhausted, but only Zhao Layue and Qing'er knew that he was pretending to sleep.

Yunxing Peak in the twilight does not have the appearance of a sword, it looks like a somewhat awkward bonsai, the passage leading to the peak has been sealed, and the more terrifying blockage is the pair of indifferent eyes from a distance.

The corpse dog has been staring at this place.

Yuan Qu came to the foot of the peak, looked at the depths of the clouds and was silent for a while, then walked in.

His status is also a bit special, Yun Xingfeng's elder disciples naturally dare not stop him, and the corpse dog in the distance also chooses to ignore it.

Passing through the steep cliffs, skimming over the broken rocks that collapsed a few days ago, and listening to the voice of the iron eagle, he came to the highest point of Jianfeng and looked towards the cliff.

There are three holes in the cliff, and one person can sit in each hole.

As of today, there are only three invisible sword bodies in the Qingshan Sect.

Ping Yongjia opened his eyes, looked at him happily and said, Brother, are you here?

Yuan Qu said: Since you're pretending to be asleep, pretend to be serious. What are you doing when you wake up?

Ping Yongjia said: I've thought about it for more than ten days, but I still don't feel at ease. Brother, your sword is the most suitable for making a sword rope, and the Qimei Sword Art is very good. Can I trouble you to lock me up?

Yuan Qu looked at him like a fool, and murmured, I knew it was the case.

Ping Yongjia looked at him expectantly and said, Brother, where is your sword?

Yuan Qu said: I didn't bring a sword at all, didn't you see that I came up?

Ping Yongjia became anxious, and said: Since you know that I ask you to do something, how can you not bring a sword?

Yuan Qu sneered and said, I know you're going to mess up, but my senior brother can still let you mess around?

Ping Yongjia held his head in pain and said, You don't even know what I'm afraid of.

Yuan Qu took two steps forward, pulled his palm away, stared into his eyes and said, Then what are you afraid of?

Ping Yongjia was silent for a long time, and said in a low voice: When I was young, I thought I was an ordinary disciple with mediocre talent. It was only because of good luck that I was brought to Shenmo Peak by my master and aunt.

Yuan Qu knew the past very well, and said with emotion: You were really big-hearted back then.

Ping Yongjia raised his head, looked at him innocently and said: How could I know what master and aunt were thinking? It wasn't until I slept in Jianfeng for a few years and cultivated the invisible sword body that I realized that I had a good talent.

Yuan Qu said with some complicated emotions: It's more than good...

Later in Chaoge City, those swords flew around me, and I started to murmur in my heart... I don't say it doesn't mean I don't know weirdness, and I'm not a fool.

Ping Yongjia looked at the morning light in the sky, his face was full of bewildered emotions, he paused for a moment and continued: A few days ago, master and uncle destroyed the Qingshan sword formation, at that moment I felt extremely strange again, as if I could understand what these swords were thinking, and then, master...you know...I was surprised and happy at the time, thinking that I was a sword demon just like master...but...

He looked away, looked at Yuan Qu pitifully and said: Brother, I'm not a sword demon, I seem to be Wan...

Yuan Qu reached out his hand like lightning, covered his mouth, looked around vigilantly, and said, Don't say it.

Ping Yongjia nodded repeatedly, and after Yuan Qu withdrew his hand, he lowered his voice and said: I know what Master is thinking, I can even let Master go, there seems to be some kind of connection between me and his old man, I am really scared...

Yuan Qu stared into his eyes and said, What's the situation, master now?

Ping Yongjia thought for a long time, and said: I don't know how to describe it, it seems that I can't wake up.

Yuan Qu patted him on the head and said, What are you talking about?

Ping Yongjia felt wronged and said, But it's really like this, that's why I'm afraid.

Yuan Qu took a deep breath, looked at the ordinary face of the younger brother under the morning light, and said slowly, What are you afraid of?

Ping Yongjia lowered his head and said, I'm afraid... that I will occupy Master's body.

I don't know what came to mind, he quickly raised his head, waved his hands again and again and said, I'm not saying that I have such rebellious thoughts, I'm just afraid that if I get closer to Master, that kind of connection will directly suck me in...

Where is this idea so outrageous?

A gray flying sword landed crookedly on the cliff.

The Tunzhou Sword was known for its shape like fallen leaves and listlessness. This time, it was severely injured during the immortal's birth, and its movements were even slower.

Just like Zhuo Rusui at this moment, his eyelids drooped more than in previous years, and he didn't seem to wake up at all.

He walked up to Ping Yongjia, revealed the shocking fact indifferently, and said: If you are really the sword spirit of all things and one sword, that body is yours in the first place, and the head master died, you just returned it to the original owner.

Yuan Qu was very helpless, thinking to himself, can you just say this kind of thing? Ask Ping Yongjia with his eyes, why is this guy here?

I ask Senior Brother Zhuo to help me with some ideas, if your sword rope can't lock me, Senior Brother. Ping Yongjia rubbed his hands nervously, several sword intents naturally floated out, leaving a few traces on the cliff.

Zhuo Rusui looked at the traces of sword intent on the cliff, and said: If you are really the sword spirit of all things with one sword, no sword rope can lock you.

Yuan Qu was even more helpless, thinking that you are still working hard?

Then what should we do? Don't talk about returning things to their original owners. I definitely won't do that!

Ping Yongjia said with a bitter face: Or... you killed me?

Zhuo Rusui said angrily: Such a bloody and ruthless thing, let alone us, even Zhao Layue can't do it.

Ping Yongjia lowered his head, and his voice became deeper, and he murmured: I know Shigu wants to kill me.

Zhuo Rusui said: Zhao Layue won't kill you because of something you didn't do. She is just observing your weaknesses to ensure that when you threaten the head, she can kill you immediately.

If Ping Yongjia really went to Dayuan City, he would definitely see a blood-colored sword light, even if Fursi sword had been broken in two at this time.

This is why Zhao Layue refused to bring Jing Jiu back to Qingshan.

Suddenly the sky was full of morning light, and three huge sword boats left the cliff by the Xijian River and headed northwest.

A sword book broke through the clouds and came to the cliff.

The head is in Dayuan City. Yuan Qu looked away, looked at Ping Yongjia and said, You should know.

Ping Yongjia was a little nervous and said: Master Aunt doesn't bring Master back, how dare I say where he is?

You... Zhuo Rusui pointed at him twice, not knowing what to say, stepped on the Tunzhou Sword and was about to leave.

Yuan Qu said: I left the sword on Shenmo Peak specially, and I still have some things to bring, you take me there to pack it.

Zhuo Rusui stretched out his hand to pull him onto the sword, and floated away.

Ping Yongjia jumped down from the cave, waved to the sword light in the sky, and shouted loudly: I dare not go there, don't forget to tell Master that he is an old man, I miss him very much.

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Three huge sword boats landed outside the city of Dayuan, and unceremoniously confiscated the manors and villas in the mountains, as well as the beautiful lotus pond.

The imperial court's cooperation was also extremely fast, and the guards sealed off the mountain overnight, blocking the curious eyes and footsteps of ordinary people.

Immediately afterwards, more buildings rose up on both sides of the mountain stream outside Sanqianyuan, just like the street in Chaoge City back then.

Daoist Guangyuan and Nan Wang recuperated in their respective courtyards, while Elder Qingshan and his disciples surrounded the nunnery to the point that nothing could get through.

The red and warm twilight shrouded the small bridge and flowing water, which made the lonely grave less desolate.

Zhao Layue was sitting by the lake, holding the Forsi sword in her right hand and slowly refining it, her eyes fell on the burning lake, she didn't know what she was thinking.

After an unknown amount of time, she let go of her hands, but Firth's sword was still in two pieces.

She got up and inserted the two cut swords back into her waist, and went back to the meditation room through the round window, to confirm that Jing Jiu had no sign of waking up, and Bai Zao was also like the past hundred years.

Walking out of the meditation room, stepping onto the small bridge, looking at Xilai sitting in the twilight, she raised her eyebrows slightly and said, Can you be more particular?

Xi Lai was hugging Yin Feng's corpse to feel the saber intent, he was slightly startled when he heard these words, and asked, What's the matter?

Zhao Layue pointed to Yinfeng's body in his arms, and said, Anyway, it was guarded by Qingshan before it was alive. You let it die and use it to comprehend the sword... I don't care, but if the disciples of Qingshan outside the courtyard see it, do you think they won't go crazy?

There are many lunatics like her among the disciples of Qingshan, otherwise there would not be such a famous catchphrase, if they look at the picture on the bridge, if they are really bloody, they will definitely rush in without caring about the safety of the master.

Even if he is the peerless expert who is number one in the way of the sword, how can he stop the entire Qingshan sect from going crazy?

Xi Lai thought about it, and felt that his words were reasonable, and carried Yinfeng's body down the small bridge, through the meditation room, and sat by the lake to continue his sword enlightenment.

No matter how you look at this picture, it is kind of weird and scary.

The wooden door of Sanqianyuan was knocked suddenly, and then pushed open.

Yuan Qu came in with an iron pot and some teacups.

Zhuo Rusui followed behind with a steaming hot pot, his face was full of loveless expression.