There are some problems with Ping Yongjia’s origin.

Those files that seem simple, without any strange places are as clean as the once-Ming Jiu, and that's the problem.

When he first entered Qingshan, the problem would naturally not be noticed. When Shang Defeng began to pay attention to this problem, it was not convenient for Chi Yan to continue to check because his identity was different.

He is the youngest of Shenmo Peak, the closed disciple of the head of the sect, and now he has a very prominent identity as the master of the Sword Peak.

Many Qingshan disciples felt dissatisfied and felt that Ping Yongjia was completely relied on the head of the sect to sit in this position. What is the ability to sleep on Jian Peak every day?

It takes several years to sleep in the sword peak full of sharp sword intent. In fact, this is really a great skill.

Not to mention the true man of Guangyuan, Nan Wang and others saw what he did with their own eyes.

The countless flying swords that formed the Qingshan Sword Formation now only obeyed his will, and even the sword light that stretched across the world walked with his fingertips.

When the crisis of destruction was lifted and the gap in the sea was filled, Ping Yongjia began to fall asleep again.

People thought he was extremely tired, but only Zhao Layue and Qing'er knew that he was pretending to be asleep.

Yunxing Peak in the dusk does not look like a sword, and it looks like a somewhat awkward bonsai. The passage leading to the peak has been sealed. The more terrifying seal is the indifferent gaze from a distance.

The corpse dog kept staring here.

Yuanqu came to the peak, looked at the depths of the clouds and mist and walked in.

His identity is also a bit special. The elders and disciples of Yunxing Peak naturally did not dare to stop him, and the corpse dogs in the distance also chose to ignore it.

Passing through the steep cliff, passing through the gravel that collapsed a few days ago, listening to the sound of the iron eagle on the high ground, he came to the highest point of Jian Peak and looked at the cliff wall.

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

To this day, there are only three invisible sword bodies in the Qingshan Sect.

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

Yuan Qu said: "Since you are pretending to be asleep, just pretend to be serious. What should you do when you wake up?"

Ping Yongjia said, "I have been thinking about it for more than ten days, but I still feel worried. Senior brother, your sword is the most suitable for sword ropes, and the Qimei Sword Art is very good. Can you please lock me up?"

Yuanqu looked at him like a fool and murmured: "I knew that's the case."

Ping Yongjia looked at him with expectations and said, "Senior Brother, where is your sword?"

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

Ping Yongjia was anxious and said, "Since you know that I asked you to do something, how can you not bring a sword?"

Yuan Qu sneered and said, "Even though you know you are going to be in trouble, can I, my senior brother, still let you do whatever you want?"

Ping Yongjia hugged her head and said in pain: "You don't know what I'm afraid of."

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

Ping Yongjia was silent for a long time and whispered: "When I was a child, I thought I was an ordinary disciple with ordinary talents. That year, I was called by my master and my aunt and took him to Shenmao Peak because of my luck."

Yuan Qu knew the past very well and said with emotion: "You were really heartless back then."

Ping Yongjia raised her head and looked at him innocently and said, "How could I know what my master and my aunt are thinking? It was not until I slept at Jian Peak for a few years and cultivated into an invisible sword body that I realized that I had a good talent."

Yuan Qu said with some complex emotions: "It's more than just good..."

"Later, in Chaoge City, those swords flew around me, and my heart began to wonder... If I don't say it, it doesn't mean I don't know it's weird, I'm not a fool."

Ping Yongjia looked at the morning light in the sky, her face was full of confusion. After pausing for a moment, she continued, "Until a few days ago, my master and my master destroyed the Qingshan Sword Formation. At that moment, I felt extremely strange again, as if I could know what these swords were thinking. Then, Master... You know... I was surprised and happy at that time, thinking that I was a sword demon like my master... But..."

He withdrew his gaze and looked at Yuan Qu and said pitifully: "Senior Brother, I am not a sword demon, I seem to be Wan..."

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

Ping Yongjia nodded repeatedly, and after Yuan Qu took back his hand, he lowered his voice and said, "I know what Master is thinking, where can I even ask Master to go. It seems that there is some connection between me and him. I am really scared..."

Yuan Qu stared into his eyes and said, "What's going on with Master now?"

Ping Yongjia thought for a long time and said, "I don't know how to describe it, but I seem to be unable to wake up."

Yuan Qu patted his head and said, "What are you talking about?"

Ping Yongjia said aggrievedly: "But it is really like this, so I'm scared."

Yuan Qu took a deep breath, looked at the youngest junior brother's ordinary face in the morning light, and said slowly: "What are you afraid of?"

Ping Yongjia lowered her head and said, "I am afraid... I will occupy my master's body."

Not knowing what he thought of, he quickly raised his head, waved his hands repeatedly and said, "I'm not saying that I have such a traitor, but I'm just afraid that I'm close to Master, and that kind of contact will suck me directly..."

"Where is this idea so ruthless?"

A gray flying sword fell crookedly among the cliffs.

The Swallowing Sword is known for its appearance as falling leaves and listlessness. This time, it was severely damaged during the process of the immortal's arrival and his movements were even slower.

Just like Zhuo Rusui at this moment, her eyelids drooped even more than in previous years, and she didn't look like she was waking up at all.

He walked up to Ping Yongjia, unconsciously revealed the amazing fact, and said, "If you are really the sword spirit of all things, your body is yours. If the head of the sect dies, you will only return it to the original owner."

Yuan Qu was very helpless and thought to himself that this kind of thing would you say when you want to say it? Ask Ping Yongjia with his eyes, why did this guy come too?

"I'll ask Senior Brother Zhuo to help me out if your sword rope cannot lock me." Ping Yongjia rubbed his hands nervously, and several sword intents naturally floated out, leaving a few traces between the cliffs.

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

Yuanqu is even more helpless, thinking you are still excited?

"What should I do? Don't say anything like the original owner, I will definitely not do this!"

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

Zhuo Rusui said angrily: "If you don't talk about such a bloody and ruthless thing, even Zhao Laiyue can't do it."

Ping Yongjia's head drooped lower, and her voice became deeper, and she murmured: "I know my master wants to kill me."

Zhuo Rusui said: "Zhao Layue will not kill you because of what you didn't do. She is just observing your weaknesses to ensure that you can kill you as soon as possible when you threaten the head."

If Ping Yongjia really went to Ohara City, she would probably see a blood-colored sword light, even if the Fu Si sword had been broken into two pieces at this time.

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

Suddenly, the morning light shattered, and three huge sword boats left the cliffs by the Xijian Creek and headed towards the northwest.

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

"The head of the sect is in Ohara Castle." Yuan Qu retracted his gaze and looked at Ping Yongjia and said, "You should know that."

Ping Yongjia said nervously: "My aunt won't bring her back, how dare I say where he is?"

"You..." Zhuo Rusui pointed at him twice, not knowing what to say, so she stepped on the Swallowing Zhoujian and prepared to leave.

Yuan Qu said: "I have kept the sword on the Shenmao Peak, and I still have some things to bring. Take me over and clean up."

Zhuo Rusui reached out to pull him onto the sword and floated away.

Ping Yongjia jumped out of the cliff cave, waved to the sword light in the sky, and shouted loudly: "I dare not go over, don't forget to tell your master that I miss him very much."

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Three huge sword boats descended outside Ohara City and unceremoniously seized the manors and houses in the mountains, as well as the beautiful lotus pond.

The court cooperated very quickly, and the Divine Guards closed 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.

Zhenren Guangyuan and Nan Wang were recuperating in their respective yards, and Elder Qingshan and his disciples surrounded the cemetery.

The warm red twilight enveloped the small bridge and flowing water, making the lonely grave less desolate.

Zhao royue sat on the shore of the lake, holding the Fusi sword in his right hand, slowly refining it, his eyes fell on the burning lake surface, not knowing what he was thinking.

I don’t know how long she let go of her hands, but Fu Sijian was still two pieces.

She got up and inserted two pieces of broken swords back to her waist, returned to the meditation room through the round window, confirming that Jing Jiu showed no sign of waking up, and Bai Zao was like the past hundred years.

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

Xilai was holding Yin Feng's body and feeling the knife intent. He was slightly stunned when he heard this and asked, "What's the matter?"

Zhao Layue pointed to the Yin Feng's corpse in his arms and said, "No matter what, it was guarded by Qingshan during its lifetime. You made it unable to die and use it to enlighten the sword... I don't care, but if the Qingshan disciples outside the courtyard saw it, do you think they wouldn't go crazy?"

There are many lunatics like her among Qingshan disciples, otherwise there would not be such a famous catchphrase. If they were asked to look at the scene on the bridge, they would be really passionate about the safety of the head of the sect, and they would definitely rush in directly.

Even if he is the best man in Jiandao, how can he stop the entire Qingshan Sect from going crazy?

Xilai thought about it and felt that this statement was reasonable. He hugged Yin Feng's body and went downstairs to the small bridge, walked through the Zen room, and sat by the lake to continue to understand the sword.

This picture is a bit weird and terrifying no matter how you look at it.

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

Yuan Qu walked in with an iron kettle and a few tea cups.
Chapter completed!