The speed of time in Qingtianjian is different from the real world, and the speed of time in Chaotian Continent may be different from that outside, but the direction of time flow will never change, and it is always so boring and coldly moving forward, just on an ordinary day, Ping Yongjia finally woke up on the top of Sword Peak.Time made his body full of dust, but he didn't feel anything, he felt that this sleep was so sweet, he was comfortable, and he subconsciously stretched his waist.I could only hear a slight popping sound from his body, followed by a thunderstorm between the surrounding cliffs.Bang Bang Bang!
Countless invisible sword intents spread out with his outstretched hands, falling on the hard cliff rocks, cutting countless traces.Falling rocks poured down, and in an instant, a layer was piled up on the ground.He jumped down from the cliff cave, looked at the clear and profound sword marks on the cliff wall, was speechless, looked at his hands, and thought to himself, what was wrong?
After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure it out, and he didn't bother to think about it anymore, so he walked around the mountains at will, wanting to see if he could find a sword that fit his eyes.I could only hear countless noises between the peaks, the stones and gravels rolled, the sword intent gradually appeared, and dozens of flying swords and sword embryos flew out from the ground and stone cracks.It's also strange to say that when he came to Sword Peak to look for swords, these swords in Sword Peak also flew out by themselves.But today was a little different, when Ping Yongjia reached out to take a somewhat pleasing sword to take a look, the sword was backwards, avoiding his hand.Ping Yongjia was stunned, and reached out to hold another sword, but the sword turned over a few times on the ground, and it was also avoided.If you don't want to be taken by me, then why do you come out to see me?
Ping Yongjia was very puzzled, and walked forward, and those flying swords really followed his footsteps, like the tide parting.He walked in the Sword Peak like this, and at least hundreds of flying swords appeared to greet him, and then avoided them again.He vaguely understood that these swords did not want to go with him, but that they were a little in awe and inferiority."
What the hell is going on here?"
Ping Yongjia stood on a big rock, looked at the hundreds of flying swords in the peak, and said with an innocent expression: "I don't dislike you, can I?"
”Those flying swords bowed their heads slightly, not knowing whether to show surrender or disbelief.The call of the iron eagle came from high in the clouds, as if in response to Ping Yongjia.Ping Yongjia had no choice, and walked towards Yunxing Peak with a disgraced face, thinking that he still didn't get the sword, this is really a shame for the master.When he came to the foot of Yunxing Peak and met several Qingshan disciples, he naturally called out to Senior Brother.Those Qingshan disciples thought that he was a new inner disciple, so they didn't care, and continued to walk forward without a sigh, without stopping."
There are more than a dozen people who go to Jingyuan to kowtow this year, and there are actually people who go to Xiaoman a few days ago, it's really ......"
"Are those fellow disciples crazy?"
That's obviously a monster, and it's like an ancestor!
”"Don't talk nonsense about this kind of thing, no one has any evidence, don't you see that even Xi Laifeng doesn't say this now?""
If he wasn't a sword demon, why didn't he dare to take out the Chengtian Sword that year?
What else is the innate formless sword body......
It's a sword!
Only those madmen would believe him. ”"Crazy?
The people of Shenmo Peak don't mention it, is Senior Brother Zhuo Rusui also a madman?
”Ping Yongjia had already walked out dozens of feet away, but when she heard these conversations, especially the last few sentences, she couldn't help but be stunned.When the breeze picked up, he turned around and came behind the Qingshan disciples and asked, "Senior brother, what are you talking about?"
”Those Qingshan disciples glanced at each other, feeling so strange, thinking that everyone in the entire Qingshan knew about this matter, and no one knew about it, what do you want to ask?
………… No one had the patience to say too much to the new inner disciple, and Ping Yongjia didn't have the patience to listen to the whole story, when he probably knew that it had been more than four years since the Qingshan Master Ceremony, and what had happened at the ceremony, he turned around and ran towards Shenmo Peak, his face was 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 ban on Shenmo Peak has been opened, and the mountain is full of sword intent, cutting off the passage up the mountain.Standing at the entrance of the mountain road, Ping Yongjia clearly felt the power and terrifyingness of the ban.I heard that Master and Aunt almost failed to go up back then, how could I do it?
But thinking about what the senior brothers said before, he really couldn't stand outside the peak like this.Master is actually a monster?
How is this possible!
The ban on Shenmo Peak was opened, is this his old man, his aunt, and two senior brothers all imprisoned?
Has Senior Brother Zhuo also been locked up?
How are they now?
Strong worry, anxiety and guilt gave him great courage, gritted his teeth and ran towards the mountain road.There was a soft snap.As soon as Ping Yongjia took a step up the mountain, he stopped.He looked down at his right leg and saw a wound under his knee, straight as a thread, blood slowly spilling from it, and the wound was gradually opening up, and white bones were visible.He was stunned before he woke up, and the severe pain made his eyebrows and eyes squeeze together, and he opened his mouth, unable to shout for a long time.There was a faint sound of an ape crying in front of him, Ping Yongjia was a little more awake, and quickly tore off a sleeve of his shirt and bandaged the wound seriously.After doing these things, his face was as pale as paper, and he kept shouting in a slightly hoarse voice: "Pain, pain, pain!
”The ape's cry sounded again, as if with a hint of mockery.Ping Yongjia didn't bother to pay attention to those guys, sat on the ground, kept blowing on the wound, and kept muttering to himself: "No pain, no pain, no pain, no pain......"
I don't know how long it took, the pain finally subsided a little, and when he looked at the seemingly quiet mountain road again, there was a lot more fear in his eyes.But no matter how scared you are, you have to go up after all.Ping Yongjia suddenly closed her eyes, and her expression gradually calmed down, even as if she was asleep, just like in the Sword Peak.It didn't take long for him to get up slowly, and with his eyes closed, he walked towards the side of the mountain road.Knowing that there was nothing in front of him, he suddenly raised his right foot, stepped over a non-existent obstacle, and then turned right......
Next, Ping Yongjia becomes a puppet, as if pulled by an invisible rope, advancing or retreating, turning or retreating on the mountain road.Strange to say, walking like this, he was no longer injured by the sword intent, but the clothes on his body were cut off a few corners from time to time, and it showed danger.Half an hour later, he finally came to the middle of the Shenmo Peak, with a few more extremely fine blood marks 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 a dirty word, bravely opened her eyes, took a deep breath, and jumped forward."
I jump!
I jump!
I'm jumping!
”So the puppet turned into a rabbit and jumped all the way up the mountain path.I don't know how long it took for him to jump to the top like this.………… The peak of the end of the god is deserted, the stone gate of the cave is closed, and the dead leaves are falling on the Taoist hall, which looks extremely depressed.The cave is a place to sleep, the Taoist hall is a place to watch the snow, and the cliff is a place to step on the clouds.Now that the sea of clouds is like yesterday, it will surely fall in winter, but those people are gone, and the bamboo chair where he once secretly lies is gone.Looking at the familiar but unfamiliar scenery in front of her, Ping Yongjia felt so lonely and couldn't help but feel sad.The master was betrayed by those traitors, and he was not imprisoned by the god Mofeng, it seems that he was expelled from Qingshan, and he was afraid that his life would not be long......
Even if it is a place that can be regarded as home, it is not interesting to have no one, and Ping Yongjia walked down the mountain in despair.I don't know if it's because of the special prohibition of Shenmo Peak, or if the mountain sword intent already knows who he is, he didn't encounter any problems.It wasn't long before he reached the cabin at the bottom of the cliff.The cabin had been uninhabited for a long time, the dust on the steps was covered with monkey footprints, the black tea had been turned over everywhere, but the green tea was in the jar.Those apes knew that Gu Qing had drunk green tea all these years, so naturally they would not be harmed.Ping Yongjia looked at the green tea in the jar, her nose was sour, and she thought to herself, where is Senior Brother Gu Qing?
Can you still come back for tea?
Leaving the cabin, he went to the brook again.In those years, he used to pick up stones that his aunt had chopped with his sword and occasionally rode the horse.Where did the horse go?
Ping Yongjia looked around the mountain stream, and suddenly found a slightly raised stone pile, and the sword flashed in his eyes, so he could see the things inside.The horse turned out to be dead.It turns out that so many years have passed.Ping Yongjia walked to the pile of stones, gently touched the stones with her hands, wiped her eyes, and didn't say anything.The cries of the apes were near.The treetops bent slightly, the wild wind rose suddenly, and the apes jumped out of the woods, gathered around him, and carefully patted him on the back and hands to show comfort."
Thank you, thank you."
Ping Yongjia had red eyes, and said sincerely, no longer feel that these apes are annoying.He thanked the apes for comforting him, and even more so for burying the horse so well.The atmosphere by the stream was still very low a moment ago.The next moment, Ping Yongjia's mood collapsed.He shouted angrily at the bottom of the peak, "I'll kill you bastards with a sword!"
”………… Angry cries echoed through the mountains, in harmony 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 without a sword, you can fly the sword as one, and there is no sword in your hand, which does not mean that there is really no sword, but the meaning of these apes is very clear.- Where's your sword?
Ping Yongjia was very innocent and said: "This matter is a little complicated, it's not that I can't get the sword, the key is that those sword ......"
Before he finished speaking, an old ape suddenly came over from outside.It was evident that the old ape had a very high status in the group of apes, and all the apes stopped making noise and looked at it with great awe.The old ape walked up to Ping Yongjia, slowly took his hand, and walked towards the cliff on the other side of the stream.Ping Yongjia was stunned at first, and then remembered the stories she read when she was a child, and couldn't help but feel ecstatic.The apes stood quietly on this side of the stream, watching the old ape cross the mountain stream with Ping Yongjia and disappear into the wild forest, still not dispersed.On the other side of the wild forest is a steep cliff, and there are many green vines growing between the cliffs, and the green vines are the densest place......
Sure enough, there is a cave hidden.()