Chapter 558 Finding the Sword

Ada was even more surprised, staring at her with wide eyes, and didn't feel relieved until he confirmed that the problem was not serious. He thought that if he was beaten like this, he would not lose?

"Those women are too shameless to besiege me because of the number of people."

Nan Wang wiped off the blood from the corner of his lips, then wiped the blood on Ah Da's body casually with his sleeve, and said, "If it's just the nunnery master, how can he be my opponent?"

Hearing this sentence, Ah Da knew that she and the nun's master should have a tie, but he just thought that you were looking for Lian Sanyue, why did you fight with the nunnery's master?

After Jing Jiu became the head that year, Nan Wang began to doubt his identity, and took Ada to Qingrong Peak for interrogation for a long time, but was misled by him into thinking that Jing Jiu was the son of Jing Jing and Lian Sanyue. After several years of retreat, she left Qingshan to go to Shuiyue Nunnery, of course to find trouble for Lian Sanyue.

She said bitterly: "That shrew is not here, maybe she hid when she heard that I was going."

Ah Da thought to himself who is the shrew? Well, both of you are vixens.

Then he thought that Nan Wang dared to trouble Lian Sanyue, and he was still able to draw with the master of the nunnery. It seemed that his realm had improved again, and he should have reached the peak of breaking the sea.

After talking about this matter, Nan Wang stepped on the bridge of sword intent and returned to Qingrong Peak. After drinking a pot of wine on the flowers, trees and stones, he entered a remote cave.

There are two iron chains in the cave, and a woman is locked.

Seeing Nan Wang come in, the woman knelt down slowly, and the silver bell and iron chain on her body made similar sounds.

Although she was kneeling, she didn't make a sound, and there was no sign of surrender on her indifferent face.

Her name is Nanzheng, she was captured by Nan Wang in the wild temple in the barren mountain and brought back to Qingshan, it has been several years now.

Nanzheng is a fugitive from Nanman, an assassin of Bu Laolin, and finally a servant of Nan Qiu's body. For some reason, Nan Wang didn't kill her.

"Shave your hair later, change your clothes, I will send you out of the mountain, and you can find a way to enter Shuiyue Temple by yourself."

Nan Wang said: "Those women like to meddle in their own business and save poor women. Knowing your life experience and the hostility between you and me, they should accept you."

Nanzheng was silent for a while, then said: "What are you going to Shuiyue Temple for?"

"I don't want you to kill people. You go and find out whether Lian Sanyue is dead or not, and what's going on with that guy named Guo Dong."

Nan Wang said, "If you finish this matter, I'll let you go."

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Ping Yongjia sat on the edge of the cliff, looking at Qingrong Peak opposite, his fingers moved unconsciously.

Dozens of thin and invisible sword intents gradually appeared between his fingers, and then intertwined into numbness, just like his mood at this time.

When he came to Shenmo Peak and worshiped under Jing Jiu's sect, what he learned was Qingrong Peak's Unprovoked Swordsmanship. After a few years, his sword intent has become very mellow, and his swordsmanship has become extremely familiar, but how can he practice swords without a sword?

There are also some swords on Qingrong Peak that are very suitable for Wudu swordsmanship, this is what he heard from senior brother Gu Qing, and the senior brother naturally heard from his master. The problem was that he didn't dare to go to Qingrong Peak, he didn't need to be reminded by his senior brother that Master didn't like Qingrong Peak, and those senior aunts and senior sisters were indeed much more terrifying than tigers.

He looked at the closed stone gate of the cave and sighed.

Master is in retreat, senior aunt is in retreat, senior brother Yuan Qu is also in retreat in order to prepare for re-introducing the sword in a few years, even senior brother Gu Qing has put aside those affairs and is retreating in the hall.

Shen Mofeng just had nothing to do with him, the horse didn't want to ride, the monkey didn't want to talk to him, the cat didn't dare to pet, it was really boring.

The spring breeze blew the sea of ​​clouds, and the wild flowers on the cliff trembled slightly. He suddenly stood up and walked into the Taoist hall.

Yuan Qu was retreating in the depths of the Daoist Hall. Gu Qing thought that there might be urgent matters, so he had to make sure he could hear the monkeys' cries, and the place of retreat was by the window.

Ping Yongjia walked behind Gu Qing, and found that the brother went out with the master, the realm was still at the beginning of Youye, but the breath was obviously different.

His thoughts became more determined, and he said, "Brother, I want to go down the mountain."

If it is another peak, or another practice sect, if someone is suddenly interrupted during retreat, they will definitely be very angry, and may even go crazy. But Shenmo Peak's retreat has always been casual, Gu Qing opened his eyes, rubbed his face, and said: "Master said, you can only go out of the mountain by breaking the sea, unless he gives permission."

This means that it is no problem for you to go down the mountain, but it is meaningless to ask me, you should go directly to the cave to find the master.

Ping Yongjia said: "I'm going down the mountain, not going out... I'm planning to go to Yunxing Peak."

Gu Qing was a little surprised, looked at him twice, and said, "Aren't you going to wait?"

Ping Yongjia hummed, and said: "Cultivation is one's own business after all. You can't be like a bird, just waiting for the master and the old man to arrange."

"Master is not an old man. Of course, this is not important. The important thing is that you can make this decision, which is better than me and Yuan Qu."

Lu Qing looked at him and said with a smile, admiring him very much.

Ping Yongjia said with an innocent face: "I don't want to be different deliberately, brother, don't get me wrong."

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The disciples of Shenmo Peak are very good at speaking with an innocent face.

For example, Yuanqu, such as Ping Yongjia, Gu Qing will perform it occasionally, even Han Chan has no face, and can accurately emit this kind of breath.

The question is what is an innocent face?

Simple eyes, ignorant expression, dazed and ignorant?

No, only these are not enough, but also a little bit of bitterness and helplessness.

Clouds and mist shrouded the steep cliffs of Jianfeng, and Ping Yongjia walked among them, feeling so innocent.

Now Shenmo Peak is the only one without his sword, he feels like a yellow cabbage in the field, with a bitter taste from inside to outside.

Walking on the roadless cliff, the higher he went, the lower his mood became.

Most of the sword embryos hidden in the crevices and cliffs are still embryonic swords, which need to be raised for hundreds or even thousands of years, and some are broken flying swords, which also need a long period of repair. It is really very difficult to find a good flying sword in the current Yunxing Peak, and those high-grade flying swords are even more rare.

"Ouch!"

Just thinking about these things, Ping Yongjia tripped over a hard object, rubbed his nose and got up, and found that what tripped him... turned out to be a sword.

This flying sword glowed with a faint blue light, exuding a pure sword intent, obviously of extraordinary rank.

He picked up the sword and looked at it seriously for a while, hesitated for a while, and finally inserted the sword back into the nearby cliff, and saluted solemnly.

"Sorry, we're not suitable."

The sword trembled slightly, then returned to calm, expressing that it didn't care.

He continued to walk towards the top of Yunxing Peak. When he passed a section of cliffs, the rocks on the top protruded out, covering the sun like an umbrella, making the already dark mountain even darker.

"It's really like the underworld in the legend, it's so scary..."

Ping Yongjia muttered to himself, quickened his pace, and wanted to pass through here as soon as possible.

Suddenly, the back of his neck was touched by something cold, and he couldn't help screaming in fright, and flew over ten feet away in an instant.

When he turned pale, he realized that the cold thing was another flying sword.

The flying sword has a calm breath and a gray color. It looks very simple, but it has an extremely strong sense of oppression. Its grade is actually higher than the previous flying sword.

Obviously, this flying sword should have fallen from the cliff above.

Ping Yongjia was stunned, walked back to the original place, took the gray flying sword and looked at it, and said sorry: "No, you can wait for other senior brothers to come."

After saying this, he continued to walk towards the peak.

As he got higher and higher, the sword intent between the peaks became more and more intense, but for some reason, he was not affected in any way, and his footsteps continued as usual.

In the following time, more than ten swords either appeared in front of him, or just fell into his hands, which seemed to be such a coincidence.

Some of those flying swords were cold, some violent, some calm, some calm, and each had its own special features, but he didn't accept them all.

From Ping Yongjia's point of view, these flying swords are really good, and he is very grateful for his favor, but it is still not good enough. How good is it? He didn't think about finding a perfect flying sword, but he stayed in Shenmo Peak for a long time, and all he saw were flying swords of the same level as Firth, Yuyufeng, and Tunzhou...

At the height of Yunxing Peak, two holes appeared between the cliffs, the size of which was exactly one person.

Looking at those two holes, Ping Yongjia naturally remembered the scene when he met his master and aunt here a few years ago, and thought that his luck was extremely good.

Then he continued up, walked a while, and found a sword in a piece of moire rock.

Half of the sword was inserted into the rock, and the other half was exposed. It looked a little strange, because the blade was twisted, and there were some traces of frost on it.

Ping Yongjia subconsciously felt that this sword was good, and wanted to take it out to have a look, but thought of Zhemei from the twisted sword body, and then thought of more things.

It turns out that this is the sword that Master found for Brother Yuan Qu, so where is my own sword?

He looked around, only to see the clouds and mist, and the bitterness in his heart became more bitter, and a thought suddenly came to him.

Anyway, it's okay to return to Shenmo Peak, why not just sit here and practice, and guard the sword of senior brother by the way, lest other Qingshan fellows take it away.

Thinking this way, he sat down cross-legged.

Yun Xingfeng's fierce sword intent became much gentler.

At this time, Ping Yongjia didn't know what it meant.

How much benefit would this seemingly random idea bring him.

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In the blink of an eye, four years later, everyone in Shenmo Peak left the customs one after another. Yuan Qu learned that the sword had been healed, so he went to Yunxing Peak without hesitation.

In the dense clouds and mists, relying on Xilai Peak's Qimei swordsmanship, he quickly found the sword.

Before the joy could be realized, it turned into surprise, because he saw Ping Yongjia who had been standing in front of the sword.

Before he could express his gratitude, he also turned into astonishment, because he found that Ping Yongjia's current state was obviously a little weird.

Yun Xingfeng's sword intent surrounded him, slowly entering his clothes, hair, mouth and nose, it was so gentle and did not cause any harm.

The wind gently brushed Ping Yongjia's clothes, bringing out several very inconspicuous sword lights.

Yuan Qu was very surprised, only to find out that his younger brother had tempered his body with sword intent for four years, and he already had the feeling of mastering his sword body!

Back then, Zhao Layue retreated at Jianfeng for several years with her excellent kendo talent, and finally cultivated the Houtian sword body. Although Yuan Qu was her disciple, she couldn't learn it at all. Seeing this scene at this time, she couldn't help being shocked and a little envious.

It's no wonder that the master master wanted to accept Ping Yongjia as his apprentice, it's not such a random way of saying it, it turns out that junior brother Ping is also a great genius.

If his surname was not Yuan, he might not have been qualified to enter Shenmo Peak at all.

Thinking of these things, Yuan Qu sighed, stepped forward to take down the sword and turned to leave - Ping Yongjia's practice is at a critical moment and cannot be disturbed.

He was just a little regretful that the junior brother would not be able to see the enthronement ceremony of the head of Qingshan in a few days.