The time flow rate in the Qingtianjian is different from the real world. The time flow rate in Chaotian Continent may be different from that outside, but the direction of time flow will never change. It always moves forward so boring and coldly. On a normal day, Ping Yongjia finally woke up from the top of the sword peak.

Time made his body full of dust, but he felt nothing. He felt that he was sleeping so sweetly and comfortable, and subconsciously stretched.

All I could hear was a slight burst sound in his body, and then a burst sound like a sudden rain came from the cliffs around him.

Smack sex!

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

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

He jumped out of the cliff cave, looked at the clear and profound sword marks on the cliff wall, and was speechless, looking at his hands, thinking what was wrong?

After thinking for a while, he couldn't figure it out. He was too lazy to think about it anymore. He walked around the mountains to see if he could pick up a sword that matched his eyes.

I could only hear countless sounds from the peaks, the gravel rolled, the sword intent gradually arises, and dozens of flying swords and sword embryos flew out from the underground and the cracks of the rocks.

It's strange that when he came to Jian Peak to find the sword, the swords in Jian Peak also flew out by himself.

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

Ping Yongjia was stunned for a moment and reached out to hold another sword. However, the sword flipped over the ground several times, but it actually avoided it.

If you don’t want me to get it, why bother to come out to see me?

Ping Yongjia was puzzled and walked forward. The flying swords really made way for him to move away, just like the tide separated.

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

He vaguely understood that these swords were not that they didn't want to follow him, but that they were a little awe and inferior.

"I'm talking about what's going on?"

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

The flying swords lowered their heads slightly, not knowing whether they meant surrender or not believing.

The screams of the iron eagle came from the high clouds and mist, as if responding to Ping Yongjia.

Ping Yongjia had no choice but to walk down Yunxing Peak in shame, thinking that he still didn't get the sword, which really embarrasses the master.

When he arrived at the foot of Yunxing Peak, he met several Qingshan disciples. He naturally called him Senior Brother.

The Qingshan disciples thought he was a new inner disciple and didn't care. They nodded and continued walking forward without stopping.

"This year, there were more than a dozen people kowtowing to Jingyuan. Some days ago, there were people going there. It's really..."

"Are those fellow disciples crazy? They are obviously monsters, but they are actually offering sacrifices to their ancestors!"

"Don't say this kind of thing casually. No one has any evidence. I didn't see that even Xilaifeng 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? Why would he have the innate invisible sword body... It's just a sword! Only those madmen would believe him."

"Madman? Let's not mention the people from Shenmofeng. Is Senior Brother Zhuo Rusui also a madman?"

Ping Yongjia had walked out dozens of feet away, but heard these conversations, especially the few words that followed, and couldn't help but be stunned.

When the breeze blew, he turned around and came behind the Qingshan disciples and asked, "Senior Brother, what are you talking about?"

The Qingshan disciples looked at each other and felt very strange. They thought to themselves that everyone knew about this matter. Everyone knew about it. What are you asking?

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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 entire story. When he probably knew that more than four years had passed since the Qingshan Sect's ceremony and what had happened at the ceremony, he turned around and ran towards Shenmofeng, his face pale as paper.

A tornado of dust swept up countless grass clippings, and he ran from Yunxing Peak to the bottom of Shenmao Peak at an unimaginable speed.

The prohibition of Shenmao Peak has been opened, and sword intent is everywhere in the mountains, which isolates the passage to the mountain.

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

I heard that my master and my aunt almost failed to get up there, 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 Shenmo Peak ban is opened. Is this his elder and his junior aunt? Are both senior brothers imprisoned? Is Senior Brother Zhuo also imprisoned? How are they now?

Strong worry, anxiety and guilt made him feel extremely courageous, and gritted his teeth and ran towards the mountain road.

There was a light bang.

Ping Yongjia stopped just after rushing up the mountain road.

He lowered his head and looked at his right leg and found a wound below his knee, straight as a line, blood slowly overflowing from inside, and the wound was gradually blooming, and white bones were hidden.

He was stunned for a moment before he woke up. The severe pain made his eyebrows and eyes squeeze together, and he opened his mouth and couldn't make a sound for a while.

The cries of monkeys came from a vaguely sounded from the front. Ping Yongjia was a little awake and quickly tore off a piece of her sleeve and bandaged the wound carefully.

After doing these things, his face was as pale as paper, and he kept shouting in a slight silence: "It hurts!"

The monkeys rang again, as if they were a little mockery.

Ping Yongjia was too lazy to pay attention to those guys, sat on the ground, blew breathing at the wound, and kept talking to herself: "No pain, no pain, no pain..."

I don’t know how long it took, but the pain finally faded a little. When he looked at the seemingly quiet mountain road, there was a lot of fear in his eyes.

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

Ping Yongjia suddenly closed her eyes, her expression gradually calmed down, even as if she was asleep, just like she was in the sword peak.

Not long after, he slowly stood up, closed his eyes and walked towards the other side of the mountain road.

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

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

Strangely, just walking like this, he was not injured by the sword intent anymore. His clothes were cut off from time to time, and then he became dangerous.

Half an hour later, he finally arrived at the middle section of the Shenmao Peak, with a few extremely thin blood marks on his face, and his clothes were even more ragged.

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

Ping Yongjia suddenly cursed and sweared, opened her eyes bravely, took a deep breath, and jumped forward.

"I jump! I jump! I jump!"

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

I don’t know how long it took, but he actually jumped to the top of the peak.

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The top of Shenmao Peak is deserted and there is no one. The stone gate of the cave is closed. Dead leaves fall on the Taoist hall, which looks extremely desolate.

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

Now the sea of ​​clouds is as yesterday, and it is believed that snow will fall in winter, but those people are gone, and the bamboo chair he once lies secretly disappears.

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

The master was betrayed by those traitors and was not imprisoned by the God of God. It seems that he was expelled from Qingshan, but he was afraid that his life would not last long...

Even if it is a place that can be regarded as home, it is not interesting to have no one. Ping Yongjia walked down the mountain in a daze.

I don’t know if it was because of the special restriction of Shenmo Peak or the sword intent of the mountain that already knew who he was, but he didn’t encounter any problems.

Not long after, he arrived at the small wooden house under the cliff.

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

Those monkeys knew that Gu Qing had drunk green tea over the years, so they would not cause any harm.

Ping Yongjia looked at the green tea in the jar and felt a sore nose, thinking where is Senior Brother Gu Qing? Can you come back to have tea?

Leaving the cabin, he went to the stream again.

In those years, he often picked up stones that his master had chopped with the Fox sword here, and occasionally rode the horse.

Where did the horse go?

Ping Yongjia looked around the mountain stream and suddenly found a pile of slightly raised stones. The sword light flashed in her eyes and saw clearly what was 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 stone with her hand, wiped her eyes, and said nothing.

The monkeys' screams are approaching.

The treetops bent slightly, and the wild wind suddenly rose. The monkeys jumped out of the forest, surrounded him, and carefully patted his back and hands to express comfort.

"Thank you, thank you."

Ping Yongjia's eyes were red and she said sincerely, and she would never find these monkeys annoying.

He thanked the apes for comforting themselves, and even more for burying the horse very well.
To be continued...