Chapter 585

The time flow rate in qingtianjian is different from that in the real world. The time flow rate in Chaotian mainland may be different from that outside, but the direction of time flow will never change. It is always boring and cold. On an ordinary day, Ping Yongjia finally woke up at the top of Jianfeng.

Time filled his body with dust, but he didn't feel it. He felt that he had a good sleep, fragrant and sweet, comfortable all over, and stretched himself subconsciously.

He could only hear a slight crackling sound in his body, followed by a sudden rain like crackling sound among the surrounding cliffs.

Pop, pop, pop!

Countless invisible sword meanings spread with his open hands and fell on the hard cliff stone, cutting out countless traces.

The falling rocks rustled down and piled a layer on the ground in an instant.

He jumped down from the cave, looked at the clear and deep sword marks on the cliff, was surprised and speechless, looked at his hands and thought what was the matter?

After thinking for a long time, he didn't want to understand. He didn't bother to think again. He walked around the mountain at will to see if he could pick up a sword that closed his eyes.

I only heard countless sounds from the peak, the stones rolled, the sword idea gradually came into being, and dozens of flying swords and sword embryos flew out of the ground and stone cracks.

Strange to say, when he came to Jianfeng to look for swords, the swords in Jianfeng also flew out by himself.

But today is a little different. When Ping Yongjia stretched out his hand to take down a somewhat pleasing sword, the sword retreated and avoided his hand.

Ping Yongjia was stunned and stretched out his hand to hold another sword. As a result, the sword turned several times on the ground and avoided.

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

Ping Yongjia was puzzled and walked towards the front. Those flying swords really moved away with his footsteps, just like the tide separated.

He walked in Jianfeng like this, at least hundreds of flying swords appeared to greet him, and then avoided him.

He vaguely understood that these swords did not want to go with him, but some awe and inferiority.

"I said, what the hell is going on?"

Ping Yongjia stood on a big stone, looked at the hundreds of flying swords between the peaks, looked innocent and said, "I don't dislike you, can't I?"

Those flying swords bowed their heads slightly. I don't know whether it means surrender or disbelief.

The cry of the Iron Eagle came from the clouds, as if in response to Ping Yongjia.

Ping Yongjia couldn't help it. She walked down the Yunxing peak with a disheartened face. She thought she still didn't get the sword. It's really a shame to Shifu.

When he came to the foot of Yunxing peak, he met several green mountain disciples. He naturally called elder martial brother Sheng.

Those green mountain disciples thought he was a new inner disciple, but they didn't think so. Well, they continued to walk forward without stopping talking.

"More than a dozen people went to Jingyuan to kowtow this year. Someone even went to Xiaoman a few days ago. It's really..."

"Are those classmates crazy? That's clearly a monster. It's actually offered as an ancestor! "

"Don't say such words at will. No one has evidence. I don't see. Now even Xi Laifeng doesn't say this?"

"If he wasn't a sword demon, why didn't he dare to take out Chengtian sword that year? What kind of congenital invisible sword body... It's a sword! Only those crazy people will believe him. "

"Madman? Let's not mention the people of Shenmo peak. Is senior brother Zhuo rusui also crazy? "

Ping Yongjia had gone out tens of feet away, but he was stunned when he heard these conversations, especially the last few sentences.

In the breeze, he turned around and came behind the green mountain disciples and asked, "elder martial brother, what are you talking about?"

Those green mountain disciples looked at each other and thought it was strange. They thought that no one in the whole green mountain knew about it. What do you want to ask?

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No one has the patience to say too much to the new inner disciples, and Ping Yongjia has no patience to listen to the whole story. When he probably knows that it has been more than four years since the grand ceremony of leader Qingshan, and what happened in the grand ceremony, he turns and runs to Shenmo peak with a pale face like paper.

A dust dragon rolled up countless grass debris. He ran from Yunxing peak to the bottom of Shenmo peak at an unimaginable speed.

The prohibition of Shenmo peak has been opened, and there are sword ideas everywhere in the mountain, isolating the access to the mountain.

Standing at the entrance of the mountain road, Ping Yongjia clearly felt the power and horror of prohibition.

It is said that Shifu and shigu almost failed to go up. How can they do it?

But thinking of what the previous senior brothers said, he really couldn't stand outside the peak like this.

Master is a monster? How is that possible!

The prohibition of Shenmo peak is open. Is this his old man, his martial sister and two senior brothers who have been imprisoned? Is elder martial brother Zhuo locked up, too? How are they now?

Strong worry, uneasiness and guilt gave him great courage, and he gritted his teeth and ran to the mountain road.

A soft snap.

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

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

He was stunned before he woke up. The severe pain made his eyebrows and eyes crowded together. He opened his mouth and couldn't shout for a long time.

There was a faint cry of an ape in front of him. Ping Yongjia woke up a little, quickly tore off a section of his sleeve and carefully wrapped up the wound.

After finishing these things, his face was as pale as paper, and he kept shouting in a slightly dumb voice: "pain!"

The ape's cry sounded again, as if with some ridicule.

Ping Yongjia didn't bother to pay attention to those guys. She sat on the ground and kept blowing at the wound. At the same time, she kept talking to herself: "no pain, no pain, no pain..."

I don't know how long it took. The pain finally subsided. When he looked at the seemingly quiet mountain road, his eyes became more frightened.

But no matter how scared you are, you have to go up after all.

Ping Yongjia suddenly closed her eyes and gradually calmed down. She even fell asleep, just like in Jianfeng.

Before long, he got up slowly, closed his eyes and walked towards the mountain road.

Clearly there was nothing in front of him, but he suddenly raised his right foot, crossed a nonexistent obstacle, and then turned right

Next, Ping Yongjia became a puppet, as if pulled by an invisible rope, moving forward or backward, or turning or retreating on the mountain road.

Strange to say, he was no longer hurt by the sword, but his clothes would be cut off a few corners from time to time.

Half an hour later, he finally came to the middle of Shenmo peak. There were several very thin blood marks on his face and his clothes were in tattered condition.

He seemed to have some trouble here and stopped for a long time.

Ping Yongjia suddenly scolded a dirty word, bravely opened his eyes, took a deep breath and jumped to the front.

"I jump! I jump! I jump! "

So the puppet turned into a rabbit and jumped all the way on the mountain road.

I don't know how long it took him to jump to the top.

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Shenmo peak was deserted, the stone gate of the cave was closed, and dead leaves fell on the Taoist temple. It looked very bleak.

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

Now the sea of clouds is like yesterday, and it must fall snow in winter, but those people are gone, and the bamboo chair he once secretly laid on is gone.

Looking at the familiar but strange scenery in front of her, Ping Yongjia felt so lonely that she couldn't help feeling sad.

Shifu was betrayed by those traitors and was not imprisoned by God Mo Feng. It seems that he was expelled from the green mountain. I'm afraid his life will be long

Even if it is a place that can be regarded as home, no one is very interesting. Ping Yongjia walked down the mountain.

I don't know whether it is the special prohibition of Shenmo peak, or whether Man Shan Jianyi already knows who he is. He hasn't encountered any problems.

Before long, he went to the cabin under the cliff.

The cabin has been uninhabited for a long time. The dust on the steps is full of monkey footprints. Black tea is turned everywhere, but green tea is well in the jar.

Those apes know that Gu Qing has been drinking green tea all these years. Naturally, it will not cause harm.

Ping Yongjia looked at the green tea in the jar and his nose was sour. He thought where is elder martial brother Gu Qing? Can you come back for tea?

Leaving the cabin, he went to the stream again.

In those years, he often picked up the stones chopped by his martial sister with her Forsyth sword, and occasionally rode the horse.

Where did the horse go?

Ping Yongjia looked around the mountain and stream and suddenly found a slightly raised pile of stones. The sword light flashed in her eyes, so she could see clearly what was inside.

The horse was dead.

So many years have passed.

Ping Yongjia went to the stone pile, touched the stone gently with his hand, wiped his eyes, and said nothing.

The cries of the apes came near.

The tops of the trees were slightly curved, and the wild wind rose suddenly. The apes jumped out of the forest, surrounded him and patted his back and hands carefully to express comfort.

"Thank you, thank you."

Ping Yongjia reddened her eyes and said with true feelings. She didn't think these apes were annoying anymore.

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

A moment ago, the atmosphere by the stream was still very low.

At the next moment, Ping Yongjia's mood collapsed.

He shouted angrily at the foot of the peak, "I'll kill you bastards with one sword!"

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Angry shouts echoed in the mountains, mingled with the stream, and flowed down the peak.

The apes looked at him quietly, most of their eyes falling on his right hand. After the green mountain sword is repaired in Wuzhang environment, you can integrate the flying sword. If there is no sword in your hand, it doesn't mean there is no sword, but the meaning of these apes is very clear—— Where's your sword? Ping Yongjia was very innocent and said, "this thing is a little complicated. It's not that I can't get the swords, the key is the swords..." before he finished, an old ape suddenly came from the outside. Obviously, the old ape had a high position in the ape group. All the apes stopped talking and looked at it in great awe. The old ape went 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 saw when she was a child. She couldn't help but be ecstatic. The apes stood quietly on the side of the stream and watched the old ape take Ping Yongjia across the mountain stream and disappear at the other end of the wild forest. There are steep cliffs on the other side of the wild forest. There are many vines between the cliffs. The place with the most dense vines... Sure enough, there is a cave hidden. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.