The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 72: Sword in the box

The Green Mountain Sword Boat on Bihu Peak has stopped in the West Sea for several days. With Cheng Youtian's cautious and careful character, there will never be any omissions. He has indeed found a lot of the treasures of the Xihai Sword Sect, but there is no trace of Chu Zijian, which is obviously problematic.

"I don't know how many days you hid on that island, or what method you used to hide from Qinger, but I know it's in your hands."

Jing Jiu said: "Mr. Bai doesn't check it for a while, he will always remember this matter, then you will not pay it? So you just ran away."

This is a very harsh statement, a very malicious conjecture.

Tong Yan retracted her gaze and continued to play chess with herself without saying a word.

"The sword belongs to me. It has always been mine." Jing Jiu said.

Many, many years ago, Daoyuan Zhenren brought him from Chaoge City to Qingshan.

A few years later, Dao Yuan Zhenren died in a sneak attack by Nan Hui. Before his death, he chopped down Nan Hui's Dao Tree, took the Chu Zi Sword, and gave it to Jing Jiu.

Three hundred years ago, Jing Jiu gave the new Emperor who had just lost his father as comfort, and it was a celebration of his ascension to the throne a few years ago.

He was right. Chu Zijian belonged to him from beginning to end. Now that Nan Qi is dead, it should be his. If it was before, when the brand was still attached to Chuzi's sword, where did he need to ask Tong Yan, but when Pei Baifa killed Xi Wangsun that year, Chuzi's sword was refinished once, and the brand had disappeared.

Maybe he heard Jing Jiu’s calm tone, Tong Yan raised her head and asked, "What good do I have?"

Jing Jiu said: "Nine Peaks Secret Sword, you pick it whatever you want."

Tong Yan said: "I practice Taoism."

The best Taoism in the world is in the Zhongzhou School, and the Qingshan School also recognizes this.

Tong Yan went on to say: "...and since I am already a disciple of Qingshan, shouldn't these be the treatment I deserve?"

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The current Haizhou City is extremely depressed, no pedestrians can be seen on the street, and the hot pot restaurant where Yin San and Xuan Yin ancestors once ate is also closed.

Although the war between spiritual sects is in the sky, just a few aftermaths are enough to change the world a lot.

Cheng Youtian sat on the tower and frowned slightly when he looked at the box that his disciple had sent over.

There was a huge sea pearl in the box, which was extremely precious, but he still couldn't understand why Zongmen paid so much attention to it, so he wanted to send it back to Qingshan himself?

This was found by the disciples of Bihu Peak in the ruins of the Xihai Sword Sect. After the number, it was placed in the sword boat. It was only then that it was taken out.

If you don't understand, you don't think about it anymore. It started from Tianyu Sword.

This time the sea bead does not need to travel thousands of miles, nor does it need to be hidden in the belly of a fish, and then be sent into the green mountain by the Gu family.

A few days later, the box containing the Haizhu returned to Qingshan, and after a walk around Shangdefeng, it was carried back to Shenmo Peak by Yuanqu.

Sitting on the edge of the cliff, Jing Jiu took the box and opened it in the curious eyes of Yuanqu and Ping Yongjia.

Looking at the huge sea bead in the box with cold light scattered, and feeling the vitality of the world inside, Ping Yongjia couldn't help but moved, looking at the rune engraved on the box, and said with emotion: " Fortunately, this box is attached to the formation, otherwise the vitality of the world will leak, and it will definitely attract the monsters to fight outside."

Yuan Qu gave him a slightly mocking look, and said: "This was sent back by Uncle Tianyu himself. How can anyone dare to act in vain?"

The white cat gave him a slightly mocking look, thinking you know a dog.

Jing Jiu took out the sea bead and threw it to the white cat to play with, using his left hand slightly, the sword intent erupted, breaking the formation attached to the box.

In the sound of the click, the wooden box shattered, revealing a flying sword hidden inside.

Jing Jiu picked up the flying sword, feeling the cold feeling from the sword, and said: "Tong Yan's formation level is good."

This box has been hidden in the treasure room on Shaoming Island. It can conceal the perception of Yin San. The array attached to it is not only good, it can be said to be very good.

Yuanqu and Ping Yongjia only knew what was going on at this time, looking at the obviously extraordinary flying sword, they couldn't help being stunned, and said, "What kind of sword is this?"

Jing Jiu said: "Chu Zijian."

Hearing this answer, Yuanqu and Ping Yongjia were even more shocked.

The white cat put the sea bead firmly on the crack in the cliff, and put the chilling cicada on it.

The surface of the sea pearl is very smooth, and it is difficult for the chilly to stand firmly, and it keeps sliding down.

Whenever it was about to slide down, the white cat would stretch out its paws and dial it back.

"Who are you going to give this sword to?" Zhao Layue said.

At the time in Guiyun City, she used this flying sword to penetrate Luo Huainan's body, and the memory is very deep.

Listening to this, the white cat turned his head and looked over.

With a soft slap, the chilling cicada fell on the ground with its abdomen up to the sky.

This is an answer that everyone is curious about.

Fusijian gave it to Zhao Layue.

Buerjian is on Liu Shisui's side, and has already crossed a clear road on Xihai's side.

The universe front is left to Gu Qing.

The cat doesn't use a sword.

Now there are only Yuanqu and Ping Yongjia left in Shenmofeng.

Thinking of some possibility, they looked at each other and saw each other's ecstasy.

Soon a bucket of cold water poured down.

Jing Jiu said, "It's not for you."

Yuan Qu and Ping Yongjia screamed honestly, and there was no disappointment.

Jing Jiu waved his hand to leave.

Yuanqu and Ping Yongjia walked towards the Taoist Temple, whispering something.

Jing Jiu sat on the edge of the cliff, looking at the distant horizon, swinging his feet.

It's just that his legs are not long enough, so he still can't touch the sea of ​​clouds.

"At least you have a better vision of choosing an apprentice than the real Taiping, what's unhappy about it."

The white cat comforted with divine consciousness.

Jing Jiu ignored it, still looking at the horizon quietly.

The cliff is very quiet.

Quiet often means low.

Chilling carefully rubbed his limbs and feet and made a very slight noise to remind everyone that they were still facing upward.

Of course it can turn over on its own, but it is not sure if it should make Jing Jiu happy with its belly exposed at this time, so it is asking for instructions.

The white cat stretched out his paw and turned it over, thinking that you are not a cat. What is it doing?

Anyone can tell that Jing Jiu is in a bad mood, and he knows the reason, but there is no way to comfort him.

"Don't be sad."

The white cat looked at his earlobe that had been cut off by Nan Qi: "Anyway, you are looking at the windy ears. It is better to cut the ears smaller. It is better to cut off the ears as well, to be symmetrical."

It was thinking in its heart, I can't cut it anyway, unless you do it yourself, or let Zhao Layue pull it every day?

It was thinking like this, Zhao Layue raised her hand and gently rubbed Jing Jiu's incomplete earlobe. There was no usual coldness in her black and white eyes, and she was full of distress.

It is not the earlobe that she feels distressed, but something else.

Jing Jiu's face gradually softened, and it should be very comfortable to be rubbed.

He reached out and rubbed the white cat's head.

The white cat was also very comfortable, stretched out his paws and hugged Cicada in his arms.

The breeze is blowing on the cliffs, and there is no foot to reach in, and the sea of ​​clouds is gradually waved.

Jing Jiu said: "I want to retreat."

Zhao Layue knew why he wanted to retreat, and said: "I want too."

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Fang Jingtian had already begun to retreat before the people at Shenmofeng retreat.

He is already the pinnacle of breaking the sea, and the sky is hopeful. If this retreat is to break the realm, then no one knows when he will come out.

The disciples of Xilaifeng are looking forward to it, but the elders of Xilaifeng who know the inside story are silent.

Immediately afterwards, the real person of Guangyuan also began to retreat, the master of Yunxing Peak also began to retreat, the strong peaks began to retreat, the Guonanshan and others of Liangwangfeng also began to retreat, and finally even Nanwang and Qingrong Peak. The female disciples of the group also began to retreat.

Everyone understands why.

The current Green Mountain Sect can be said to be invincible, but there is always a shadow in the sky.

That spring rain will fall one day.

Nanforget retreat, Qingrong Peak no longer pursues summer thunder, autumn wind, winter snow, let alone see the spring rain, the green mountain array is fully opened, no different from closing the mountain.

The peaks are extremely quiet, but they are not like tombs, because there is no dead silence, and the power of Tao is slowly accumulating in the deepest part of the silence.

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In the midsummer two years later, Jing Jiu walked out of the cave.

According to Shen Mofeng’s habit of retreat, Zhao Layue, Yuanqu, and Ping Yongjia should also wake up at this time, but this time he wanted to do something by himself without disturbing them.

He distracted his sword and took a look at the situation at the peak. The monkeys ushered in some new lives and also sent away some old people. The horse grazing on the hillside was refreshed.

The white cat was sleepy on the edge of the cliff, and the chilling cicada was dozing on top of it. The huge sea bead did not know where it fell under the cliff.

Yuan Song is still hitting the wild realm, Ping Yongjia's realm is lower, but he has improved quite quickly without a sword, and his talent is really good.

His sword knowledge fell in the depths of the cave, and he was a little surprised to find that Zhao Layue was full of spiritual energy and restrained in his sword.

At the Guocheng Temple that year, she forced her way into the wild while hunting down the Taiping real person. Only a few years have passed?

With such a talent, in the current Green Mountain Sect, Zhuo Rusui is probably the same as her.

Zuo Rusui has been fighting for countless battles in the questioning conference, and his sword intent is gradually rising. In the past few years, he is about to cross that threshold.

I wonder if Liu Shisui will catch up with them after Yimaozhai's internal injuries are cured.

Thinking that these young people practiced so diligently and progressed so quickly, Jing Jiu felt that he should hurry up~IndoMTL.com~ decided to break the border these days.

Before breaking the border, he still has some things to do.

He went to Shangdefeng and landed at the bottom of the well with the sky light.

The corpse dog opened his eyes and looked at him, with an expression of appreciation in his eyes.

He nodded and walked into the depths of the sword prison.

Across the passage, layers of sword intent and the door, he and Xue Ji in the cell looked at each other for a while again.

Next, he went to Hidden Peak to confirm that Fang Jingtian was in retreat and was not secretly released by the corpse dog, and there was nothing unusual.

He discovered to some surprise that Tong Yan, who was also in retreat, had signs of breaking through.

Qingshan Sect does not have Yunmengshan's Dao Fa assistance, nor does it have a suitable medicine. In this case, Tong Yan's cultivation speed has not slowed down.

He left Hidden Peak and returned from the same way.

Yuan Qijing is already waiting for him by the well.

Jing Jiu asked, "Is the injury better?"

Yuan Qijing ignored him.

A large creature in the Heavenly Transcendence Realm, even if it was seriously injured by a sneak attack by Nan Qi, as long as the Taoist tree does not fall, it can be cured after two years of retreat.

His gaze fell on Jing Jiu and said, "Yes."

Jing Jiu said: "I always can."

Yuan Qijing snorted coldly.

Jing Jiu knew that he was not in a good mood.

Any practitioner who sees Jing Jiu's practice speed will feel frustrated.

Even if it is a person like Yuan Qijing, even if he has watched it twice.

He really couldn't understand that spiritual practice is not about pouring oil, nor is it something that can be done better by familiarity, how can it be faster than once?

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