Chapter 558

ADA was even more surprised and stared at her with wide eyes. She didn't let go until she confirmed that the problem was not big. She thought that if someone beat her like this, wouldn't she lose?

"Those women are so shameless that they surround me with more people."

Nan forgot to wipe the blood from the corners of his lips, wiped the blood on ADA with his sleeve, and said, "if the nunnery is only a person, how can it be my opponent?"

Hearing this sentence, ah defe knew that she should have tied with the nunnery master. He just thought that you were not looking for Lian March. How could you fight with the nunnery master?

That year, after Jing Jiu became the leader, Nan forget began to doubt his identity. He took a Da to qingrongfeng for a long time. Finally, he was misled by it and thought Jing Jiu was the son of Jingyang and Lian March. After several years of isolation, she left the Castle Peak to go to Shuiyue nunnery. Of course, she was looking for trouble in March.

She said bitterly, "the bitch is not here. I don't know if I hid when I heard I was going."

ADA thought, who is a bitch? Well, you're both shrews.

Then he thought that Nan forgetting dared to find trouble in March and even tied with the nunnery leader. It seems that his realm has improved again. He should have reached the peak of breaking the sea. He can't help but be a little surprised - it seems that amorous may miss his whole life, but he doesn't necessarily miss his practice. He can take a few more steps by means of hatred.

After saying this, Nan forgot to step on the sword meaning bridge and return to Qingrong peak. After drinking a pot of wine on the flower tree stone, he entered a remote cave.

There are two iron chains in the cave, which lock a woman.

Watching Nan forget to come in, the woman knelt down slowly, and the silver bell and iron chain made a similar sound.

Although kneeling, she didn't make a sound, and there was no meaning of surrender on her indifferent face.

Her name is Nanzheng. She was captured by Nanqi in the wild temple and brought back to Qingshan for several years.

Nanzheng is the fugitive of Nanman, the assassin of Laolin, and finally the waiter of Nanxu's flesh. I don't know why Nanqi didn't kill her.

"Shave your hair later and change your clothes. I'll take you out of the mountain. You can find a way to enter the Moon Temple by yourself."

Nan forgot to say, "those women like to meddle in their own affairs and save the poor woman. Knowing your life experience and the hostility with me, they should accept you."

Nanzheng was silent for a while and said, "what are you going to Shuiyue nunnery for?"

"I don't want you to kill people. Go and find out whether even March is dead or not, and what's the matter with the man called winter."

Nan forgot to say, "if you do this well, I'll let you go."

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Ping Yongjia sat on the edge of the cliff and looked at the Qingrong peak opposite. Her fingers moved unconsciously.

Dozens of thin and invisible sword meanings gradually appeared between his fingers, and then intertwined into hemp, just like his mood at this time.

When he came to Shenmo peak, he worshipped under the nine gates of the well. What he learned was Qingrong peak's unprovoked sword technique. After a few years, the sword idea has been very mellow, and the sword technique has been very familiar. But how can he practice the sword without a sword?

There are also some swords on Qingrong peak that are suitable for unprovoked swordsmanship. He heard this from senior brother Gu Qing. Naturally, senior brother listened to master. The problem is that he doesn't dare to go to Qingrong peak. He knows that master doesn't like Qingrong peak without being reminded by his senior brother. Moreover, those martial sisters and senior sisters are much more terrible than tigers.

He looked at the closed stone gate of the cave and sighed.

The master is in seclusion, the martial sister is in seclusion, and the elder martial brother Yuanqu is also in seclusion in order to prepare for the sword again in a few years. Even elder martial brother Gu Qing has put down those affairs and is in seclusion in the temple.

Shenmo peak has nothing to do with him. The horse doesn't want to ride, the monkey doesn't want to pay attention, and the cat doesn't dare to roll. It's really boring.

The spring breeze blew the sea of clouds, and the wild flowers trembled slightly between the cliffs. He suddenly stood up and walked into the Taoist temple.

The Yuan Opera is closed in the deep part of the Taoist temple. Gu Qing thinks there may be an emergency. Make sure you can hear the cry of monkeys. The closed place is by the window.

Ping Yongjia walked behind Gu Qing and found that his senior brother went out with his master. The realm was still at the beginning of the wild tour, but his breath was obviously different.

He thought more firmly and said, "senior brother, I want to go down the mountain."

If someone in another peak or other spiritual sect is suddenly disturbed when they are closed, they will be very angry and may even become possessed. But the closure of Shenmo peak was always casual. Gu Qing opened his eyes, rubbed his face and said, "Master said that only when he broke the sea can he get out of the mountain, unless he authorized."

This means that you have no problem going down the mountain, but it's meaningless to ask me. You should go directly to the cave to find your master.

Ping Yongjia said, "I'm going down the mountain, not out of the mountain... I'm going to Yunxing peak."

Gu Qing was a little surprised. He looked at him and said, "aren't you going to wait?"

Ping Yongjia said, "practice is our own business after all. We can't just wait for master to arrange it like a bird."

"Master is not an old man. Of course, this is not important. The important thing is that you can make this decision, which is better than me and Yuanqu."

Gu Qing looked at him and said with a smile. He looked very appreciative.

Ping Yongjia said innocently, "I don't want to be different. Don't get me wrong, senior brother."

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The disciples of Shenmo peak are very good at speaking innocently.

For example, Yuan opera, such as ping Yongjia and Gu Qing occasionally perform it. Even the cold cicada has no face and can accurately emit this breath.

The question is, what is an innocent face?

Simple eyes, ignorant expression, blankness and ignorance?

No, that's not enough, plus a little bitterness and helplessness.

Clouds and fog cover the steep cliffs of Jianfeng. Ping Yongjia feels innocent when walking.

Now Shenmo peak has no sword. He feels like a yellow cabbage in the ground, with a bitter taste from inside to outside.

Walking on the impassless cliff, the more he went up, the lower his mood was.

Most of the hidden in the crevices and cliffs are sword embryos, which need to be raised for hundreds or even thousands of years. Some are broken flying swords, which also need to be repaired for a long time. It's really difficult to find a good flying sword in the current Yunxing peak. Those high-grade flying swords can be met but not sought.

"Ouch!"

Just thinking about these things, Ping Yongjia tripped over a hard object. When he rubbed his nose and got up, he found that it was a sword that tripped him.

This flying sword has a faint blue light and pure sword meaning. It is obviously superior.

He picked up the sword and looked at it carefully for a long time. After hesitating for a while, he finally inserted the sword back into the nearby cliff and solemnly saluted.

"Sorry, we don't fit."

The sword trembled slightly twice and returned to calm, indicating that it didn't care.

He continued to walk towards the top of Yunxing peak. When passing a section of cliff, the cliff stone above stretched out like an umbrella to cover the sun, making the already dark mountains more dark.

"It's really like the legendary underworld. It's terrible..."

Ping Yongjia murmured to herself, quickened her pace and wanted to get through here as soon as possible.

Suddenly, the back of his neck was touched by a cold thing. He couldn't help screaming and swept out more than ten feet in an instant.

When he turned around pale, he found that the cold thing was another flying sword.

The flying sword has a quiet breath and dark color. It looks very simple, but it has an extremely strong sense of oppression. The grade is higher than the previous flying sword.

Obviously, the flying sword should have fallen from the cliff above.

Ping Yongjia was stunned, walked back to his place, took the gray flying sword, looked at it, and said sorry, "no, you can't wait for other senior brothers to come."

With these words, he continued to walk towards the peak.

As he got higher and higher, the sword intention between the peaks became stronger and stronger, but I don't know why, he was not affected and walked as usual.

In the following time, more than ten swords either appeared in front of him or just fell on his hand. It looked like such a coincidence.

Some of those flying swords were cold, some were violent, some were calm, some were quiet, and each had its own uniqueness, but he didn't accept them.

In Ping Yongjia's opinion, these flying swords are really good. They are grateful for their favor, but they are not good enough. How good is it? He didn't think about looking for a perfect flying sword, but he stayed at Shenmo peak for a long time and saw flying swords of such levels as Firth, cosmofront and swallow boat

At the height of Yunxing peak, there are two holes between the cliffs, the size of which is just one person.

Looking at the two holes, Ping Yongjia naturally remembered the scene when she met her master and sister-in-law here a few years ago, thinking that her luck was really good.

Then he went up again and found a sword in a piece of Moire rock.

Half of the sword was inserted in the rock and half was exposed. It looked strange, because the sword body was twisted and there were some frost like traces on it.

Ping Yongjia subconsciously thought the sword was good. He wanted to take it out and have a look, but he thought of folding plum from the distorted sword body, and then thought of more things.

So this is the sword that Shifu found for elder martial brother Yuanqu. Where is your sword?

When he looked around, he saw the boundless clouds and the bitterness in his heart. Suddenly an idea came into being.

Anyway, it's OK to return to the last peak. It's better to sit here and practice and guard the sword of senior brother, so as not to let other green mountain disciples take it away.

Thinking so, he sat down cross legged.

The fierce sword intention of Yun Xingfeng became a lot more gentle.

At this time, Ping Yongjia didn't know what it meant.

This seemingly random idea will bring him much benefit.

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In the twinkling of an eye, four years later, the people of Shenmo peak successively left the pass. When Yuanqu learned that the sword had been raised, he went to Yunxing peak without hesitation.

In the thick clouds, he quickly found the sword by relying on the Qi Mei sword technique of Xilai peak. Before the joy was realized, it turned into surprise, because he saw Ping Yongjia who had been guarding in front of the sword. Gratitude had not yet had time to export, but also became surprised, because he found that Ping Yongjia's current state was obviously strange. Yun Xingfeng's sword intention surrounded him and slowly entered his clothes, hair, mouth and nose. It was so gentle that it didn't bring any harm. The wind gently brushed Ping Yongjia's clothes and brought several inconspicuous sword lights. Yuanqu was surprised to find that his younger martial brother had quenched his body with sword for four years, and he had the feeling of great success in sword body! Zhao Layue closed herself in Jianfeng for several years with her excellent Kendo talent, and finally became the day after tomorrow sword body. Although she was a disciple of Yuanqu, she couldn't learn it at all. Seeing this picture at this time, she was shocked and envied. No wonder the headmaster martial uncle wanted to accept Ping Yongjia as an apprentice. It's not such a casual chance. It turns out that younger martial brother Ping is also a great genius. If I didn't have my surname yuan, I was afraid that I was not qualified to enter the end of God. Thinking about these things, Yuanqu sighed, took down the sword and turned away - ping Yongjia's practice is at a critical moment and can't be disturbed. He's just a little sorry. Younger martial brother can't see the grand ceremony of the green mountain leader's accession to the throne a few days later. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.