The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 82: Genius can also be stupid

There are some problems with Ping Yongjia's origin.

Those seemingly simple files without any strange places are as clean as the old Jing Jiu, and this is the problem.

When he first entered Qingshan, that problem would naturally not be noticed, and when Shang Defeng began to pay attention to this problem, it was inconvenient for Chi Yan to continue the investigation because his identity was no longer the same. .

He is the youngest member of Shenmo Peak, the closed disciple of the real head, and now he has an extremely prominent identity as the master of Jianfeng.

Many Qingshan disciples felt dissatisfied. They felt that Ping Yongjia relied on the true head of the real talent to sit in this position. What is the ability to sleep on Jianfeng every day?

It's been a few years to sleep in the sword peak full of fierce sword intent. In fact, this is really a great skill.

Not to mention that the real Guangyuan, Nan Wang and others saw what he did with their own eyes.

The countless flying swords that make up the Green Mountain Sword Array now only obey his will, and even the sword light that traverses the sky and the earth follows his fingertips.

When the crisis of extinction was lifted and the gap in the sea was filled, Ping Yongjia fell asleep again.

People thought he was exhausted to the extreme, only Zhao Layue and Qinger knew that he was pretending to be asleep.

The Yunxing Peak in the twilight does not look like a sword. It looks like a somewhat awkward bonsai. The passage leading to the peak has been sealed, and the more terrible ban is the indifferent gaze from a distance. .

The corpse dog has been staring here.

Yuan Qu came to the bottom of the peak, looked at the depths of the clouds and mist for a while, and walked in.

His identity is also a bit special. The elder disciple of Yun Xingfeng naturally did not dare to stop him, and the corpse dog in the distance chose to ignore it.

Crossing through the steep cliffs, passing the rubble that collapsed a few days ago, listening to the voice of the iron eagle high above, he came to the highest point of Jianfeng and looked at the cliff.

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

As of today, the Qingshan Sect has only three invisible sword bodies.

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

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

Ping Yongjia said: "I thought about it for more than ten days, but I still feel uneasy. Brother, your sword is the most suitable for making a sword, and the Seven Plum Sword Art is very good. Can you please lock me up? "

Yuanqu looked at him like a fool, and muttered: "I knew it was like this."

Ping Yongjia looked at him expectantly and said, "Brother, where is your sword?"

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

Ping Yongjia was anxious and said: "How can you not bring a sword if you know that I ask you to do something?"

Yuan Qu said with a sneer: "I know you are going to make a mess, can my brother be messed up by you?"

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

Yuan Qu took two steps forward, opened his palm directly, stared into his eyes and said, "Then what are you afraid of?"

Ping Yongjia was silent for a long time, and said in a low voice: "When I was a child, I thought I was an ordinary disciple with mediocre talent. That year, I was named by my master and aunt to bring him to the peak of Shenmo only because of good luck. ."

Yuan Qu knows that period of time very well, and said with emotion: "You were really big-hearted back then."

Ping Yongjia raised her head and looked at him innocently and said, "How would I know what the master and the aunt were thinking? It was not until I slept in Jianfeng for a few years and cultivated an invisible sword body that I discovered my talent. Not bad."

Yuan Song said with some complicated emotions: "It's more than good..."

"Later in Chaoge City, those swords flew around me, and my heart started to whisper... I don't say that doesn't mean I don't know weirdness, and I am not a fool."

Ping Yongjia looked at the morning light on the horizon, with a dazed expression on her face. After a short pause, she continued: "Until a few days ago, Master and Uncle destroyed the Qingshan sword formation, at that moment I felt extremely Strong and weird, as if I could know what these swords were thinking about, and then, Master...you know...I was surprised and happy at the time, thinking that I was a sword demon just like Master...but..."

He retracted his gaze, looked at Yuanqu and said pitifully, "Brother, I am not a sword demon, I seem to be Wan..."

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

Ping Yongjia nodded repeatedly, and after Yuanqu retracted her hand, she lowered her voice and said, "I know what Master is thinking, and where I can even let Master go. There seems to be a connection between me and his old man. I am really scared..."

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

Ping Yongjia thought for a long time, and said: "I don't know how to describe it, it seems I can't wake up."

Yuan Qu patted him on the head and said, "What are you talking about?"

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

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

Ping Yongjia lowered her head and said: "I'm afraid...I will occupy Master's body."

I don’t know what to think of, he quickly raised his head and shook his hands again and again and said, “I’m not saying I have such a rebellious idea, but I’m just afraid that I’m getting close to the master, that kind of connection will directly **** me over...”

"Where is this idea so rebellious?"

A gray flying sword crookedly landed on the cliff.

The Swallowing Boat Sword was originally known for its shape like fallen leaves and listlessness. This time it was severely damaged during the process of the immortal's birth, and its actions were even slower.

Just like Zhuo Rusui at this moment, the drooping eyelids are more severe than in previous years, and there is no appearance of waking up at all.

He walked up to Ping Yongjia, unconcernedly uncovered the amazing fact, and said: "If you really are the sword spirit of the sword, the body is yours, and the head of the real person is dead. You just bring it back to the original owner."

Yuanqu is very helpless, do you want to talk about this kind of thing? Ask Ping Yongjia with his eyes, why is this guy also here?

"I ask Senior Brother Zhuo to help me with some ideas, if your sword can't lock me, Senior Brother." Ping Yongjia rubbed her hands nervously, and several sword intent naturally floated out, leaving between the cliffs. Make a few traces.

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

Yuanqu is even more helpless, thinking you are still talking about it?

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

Ping Yongjia said bitterly: "Or...you killed me?"

Zuo Rusui said angrily: "Such a **** and ruthless thing, don't talk about us, even Zhao Layue can't do it."

Ping Yongjia's head hangs lower, and her voice is deeper, and she muttered, "I know Shigu wants to kill me."

Zuo Rusui said: "Zhao Layue will not kill you for what you didn't do. She is just observing your weakness and ensuring that when you threaten the boss, she can kill you in the first place. "

If Ping Yongjia really went to Ohara City, she would surely see a **** sword light, even if the Fusi sword had been broken in two at this time.

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

Suddenly the morning light scattered all over the sky, and the three huge sword boats left the cliff by the Xijian Creek and headed northwest.

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

"The head is in Dayuan City." Yuanqu retracted his gaze, looked at Ping Yongjia and said, "You should know that it is."

Ping Yongjia was a little nervous and said: "Senior Aunt doesn't bring Master back, how dare I say where he is?"

"You..." Zhuo Rusui pointed at him twice, not knowing what to say, stepped on the sword swallowing boat and was about to leave.

Yuan Qu said: "I have left the sword on the Shenmo Peak, and there are still some things to bring, you take me over to tidy up."

Zuo Rusui reached out and drew him to the sword, floating away.

Ping Yongjia jumped down from the cliff, waved at the sword light in the sky, and shouted loudly: "I dare not go there. Don't forget to tell Master his old man, I miss him very much."

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Three huge sword boats descended outside the city of Ohara, unceremoniously expropriating the manor and house in the mountains, as well as the beautiful lotus pond.

The court's cooperation was also extremely fast. The Guards blocked 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.

Mr. Guangyuan and Nan Wang were recuperating in their respective yards. Elder Qingshan and his disciples surrounded the temple.

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

Zhao Layue sat by the lake, holding the Firth sword in her right hand and slowly training, her eyes fell on the burning lake, not knowing what she was thinking.

I don't know how long it took. She let go of her hands, and the Firth sword was still two pieces.

She got up and inserted the two severed swords back to her waist, returned to the Zen room through the round window, and confirmed that Jing Jiu showed no signs of waking up, and that Bai Zao was like the past 100 years.

Walking out of the Zen room, stepping on the bridge, looking at Xi Lai sitting in the twilight, she raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Can you be more particular?"

Xilai was holding Yinfeng’s corpse and feeling the intent of the sword. He was slightly startled when he heard this, and asked: "What's the matter?"

Zhao Layue pointed to the corpse of Yinfeng in his arms~IndoMTL.com~ and said: "In any case, it was guarded by the green mountains during his lifetime. You let it die and use it to enlighten the sword... I don't care. But if the Qingshan disciples outside the courtyard see it, do you think they will not go crazy?"

There are many lunatics like her among the Qingshan disciples. Otherwise, there will be no such famous catchphrase. If they look at the picture on the bridge, they are really passionate, and how can they take care of the real person? In danger, he will definitely rush in directly.

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

Xilai thought for a while, felt that this statement was reasonable, and took Yin Feng's body down the bridge, crossed the Zen room, and went to the lake to sit and continue to comprehend the sword.

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

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

Yuanqu came in carrying an iron kettle and a few teacups.

Zuo Rusui followed behind with a steaming hot pot, his face full of unlovable expressions.