The flow of time in the Green Sky Mirror was different from that in the real world, and the flow of time in Chaotian might be different from that in the outside world; but the direction of the flow of time would never change; it would always move forward dully and cruelly. On an ordinary day, Ping Yong-Ka had finally woken up on the top of the Sword Peak.
Time had covered his body with dust, but he didn't feel anything. He felt that he had slept very soundly, and his whole body was comfortable. He subconsciously stretched his body.
His body emitted light popping sounds, and then the surrounding cliffs also exploded like a storm.
Pa pa pa pa!
Innumerable invisible sword wills spread out along with his open hands, falling on the hard cliff rocks and leaving countless marks.
The falling stones rustled and instantly piled up on the ground.
He jumped down from the cliff cave and looked at the clear and deep sword marks on the cliff wall. He was shocked speechless. He looked at his hands and thought, "What happened?"
After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure it out, so he didn't bother to think about it anymore. He walked around the mountain casually, trying to see if he could pick up a sword that caught his eye.
Countless noises could be heard coming from the peaks. Gravel rolled and the sword intent gradually grew. Dozens of flying swords and sword embryos flew out from the ground and the cracks in the rocks.
Speaking of which, it was strange. When he came to the Sword Peak to search for swords, the swords in the Sword Peak had all flown out by themselves.
But today was a little different. When Ping Yong-Ka stretched out his hand to take a look at a sword that was pleasing to the eye, the sword retreated and avoided his hand.
Ping Yongjia was taken aback. He reached out his hand in an attempt to grab the other sword; but the other sword rolled a few times on the ground and dodged his hand.
If you don't want to be taken by me, then why did you come out to see me?
Feeling baffled, Ping Yongjia walked forward. Those flying swords parted as he walked, as if the tide was parted.
Just like that, he walked on the Sword Peak. At least hundreds of flying swords appeared to greet him and then evade him.
He vaguely understood that it wasn't that these swords didn't want to follow him, but that they were in awe of him and felt inferior.
"I say, what's going on?"
Standing on a large rock, Ping Yong-Ka looked at the hundreds of flying swords in the mountains and said innocently, "Can't I not dislike you?"
The flying swords lowered their heads slightly. It was unknown whether it was a sign of submission or disbelief.
The cry of an iron eagle came from high above the clouds, as if it was responding to Ping Yong-ka.
Ping Yong-Ka had no choice but to descend the Yunxing Peak with a face full of dirt and grime. He thought to himself that he still hadn't gotten the sword. He had really lost face for his master.
When he arrived at the foot of Yunxing Peak, he met a few disciples of Aoyama. He naturally greeted them as Senior Brother.
The Aoyama disciples thought that he was a new Inner Sanctum disciple, so they did not pay much attention to him. They just hummed in acknowledgment and continued to walk forward without stopping.
"There are more than a dozen more people going to Scenery Garden to kowtow this year. A few days ago, there were also people going to Youth Full Moon. It's really …"
"Have those fellow disciples gone mad? That's clearly a monster, yet you're worshipping it like an ancestor! "
"Don't talk nonsense like that. Nobody has any proof. Don't you see that even the disciples of Xilai Peak don't say that now?"
"If he's not a sword monster, why didn't he dare to take out the Inherited Heaven Sword that year? What Born Shapeless Sword Body … He's just a sword! Only those lunatics would believe him. "
"Lunatics? Let's not talk about the disciples of Shenmo Peak. Is Senior Brother Zhuo Rusui also a lunatic? "
Ping Yong-Ka had walked more than a hundred feet away, but he overheard the conversation, especially the last few sentences. He was stunned on the spot.
A breeze rose. He turned around and came to the back of those disciples of Aoyama and asked, "Senior Brother, what are you talking about?"
Those disciples of Aoyama looked at each other and felt strange. They thought that everyone in Aoyama knew about this. What did you want to ask?
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No one had the patience to talk too much to a new inner disciple. Ping Yong-Ka didn't have the patience to listen to the whole story. When he learned that it had been more than four years since the Grand Ceremony of Aoyama and what happened during the ceremony, he turned around and ran to Shenmo Peak, his face as pale as a piece of paper.
A dust dragon rolled up countless grass chips. He ran from Yunxing Peak to the bottom of Shenmo Peak at an unimaginable speed.
The Prohibition of Shenmo Peak had been activated. The mountain was filled with sword wills, blocking the path to the top.
Standing at the entrance of the mountain path, Ping Yong-Ka could clearly feel the power and terror of the Prohibition.
He heard that his master and Senior Aunt almost failed to go up. How could he?
However, when he thought of what those senior brothers said, he couldn't just stand outside the peak.
His master was a monster? How was that possible?
The forbidding formation of Shenmo Peak was activated. Did it mean that he, Senior Master Zhao and two Big Brothers were all imprisoned? Was Senior Brother Zhuo also imprisoned? How were they now?
The strong worry, uneasiness, and guilt gave him great courage. He clenched his teeth and ran up the mountain path.
There was a light smack.
Ping Yong-Ka had just taken one step up the mountain path when he stopped.
He looked down at his right leg and found a straight wound below his knee. Blood was slowly flowing out from it. The wound was also gradually opening up, revealing the white bone.
He was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses. The intense pain squeezed his eyebrows together. He opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound for a long time.
Indistinct cries of apes came from somewhere in front of him. Ping Yong-Ka became a little more clear-headed. He tore off a piece of his sleeve and carefully bandaged the wound.
After doing this, his face was as pale as a piece of paper. He kept shouting in a slightly hoarse voice, "It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!"
The cries of the apes sounded again, as if they were mocking him.
Ping Yong-Ka couldn't be bothered with them. He sat on the ground and kept blowing at the wound. At the same time, he kept talking to himself, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt …"
After a long time, the pain finally subsided a little. When he looked at the seemingly quiet mountain path again, there was more fear in his eyes.
But no matter how scared he was, he still had to go up.
Ping Yong-Ka suddenly closed his eyes. His expression gradually calmed down, as if he had fallen asleep, just like when he was in the Sword Peak.
After a short while, he slowly stood up, closed his eyes, and walked towards the mountain path.
There was nothing in front of him, but he suddenly lifted his right foot and stepped over a non-existent obstacle. Then he turned right …
Then, Ping Yong-Ka became a puppet. It was as if he was being pulled by an invisible rope, moving forward or backward, turning or retreating on the mountain path.
Strangely, he didn't get hurt by the sword wills anymore as he walked like this. Only a few corners of his clothes would be cut off from time to time, which showed how dangerous it was.
After an hour, he finally came to the middle of Shenmo Peak. There were a few thin bloodstains on his face, and his clothes were in tatters.
He seemed to have met with some trouble here. He stopped for a long time.
Ping Yong-Ka suddenly cursed. He opened his 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 path.
After an unknown amount of time, he actually jumped to the peak just like that.
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The top of Shenmo Peak was deserted. The stone door of the abode of immortals was closed. Withered leaves fell on the Taoist temple. It looked very bleak.
The abode of immortals was a place to sleep, the Taoist temple was a place to watch the snow, and the cliff was a place to step on the clouds.
The sea of clouds was the same as yesterday. It would snow in winter. But those people were gone. The bamboo chair that he used to lie on was also gone.
Looking at the familiar yet strange scenery in front of him, Ping Yong-Ka felt very lonely. He couldn't help but feel sad.
His master was betrayed by those scoundrels. Instead of being imprisoned in Shenmo Peak, he was driven out of Aoyama. He probably wouldn't live long …
Even if it was a place that could be regarded as home, it was meaningless without people. Ping Yong-Ka walked down the mountain in a daze.
He didn't know whether the restriction on Shenmo Peak was special, or the sword wills all over the mountain knew who he was. He didn't encounter any problems.
Not long after, he arrived at the small wooden hut at the bottom of the cliff.
The small wooden hut had been uninhabited for a long time. The dust on the steps was full of monkeys' footprints. The black tea was overturned everywhere, but the green tea was still in the jar.
Those monkeys knew that Gu Qing had been drinking green tea all these years, so they didn't harm it.
Ping Yong-Ka looked at the green tea in the jar and felt sad. Where was Senior Brother Gu Qing? Could he come back to drink tea?
He left the small wooden hut and went to the stream.
In those years, he often came here to pick up the stones that Master Aunt cut with the Thoughtless Sword. Sometimes he would ride the horse.
Where did the horse go?
Ping Yong-Ka looked around the mountain stream and suddenly found a slightly raised pile of stones. The sword light flashed in his eyes and he saw clearly what was inside.
The horse was already dead.
So many years had passed.
Ping Yong-Ka walked to the pile of stones and touched them gently. He rubbed his eyes and didn't say anything.
The cries of the monkeys were getting closer.
The treetops bent slightly and the wild wind blew. The monkeys jumped out of the forest and surrounded him. They patted his back and hands carefully to comfort him.
"Thank you, thank you."
Ping Yong-Ka said sincerely with red eyes. He didn't think these monkeys were annoying anymore.
He thanked the apes for comforting him, and thanked them even more for the good burial of the horse.
A moment ago, the atmosphere by the stream was very gloomy.
The next moment, Ping Yong-Ka broke down.
He shouted angrily at the foot of the peak, "I'll kill you bastards with my sword!"
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The angry shouts echoed in the mountains and flowed down the peak together with the stream.
Silence. The monkeys looked at him. Most of their eyes fell on his right hand.
After the Aoyama sword cultivator reached the Undefeated State, he could merge with the Flying Sword. Not having a sword in his hand didn't mean he didn't have one. But the monkeys' meaning was very clear.
— Where's your sword?
Ping Yong-Ka said innocently, "It's a bit complicated. It's not that I can't get the sword. The key is those swords …"
Before he could finish, an old ape suddenly walked in from outside.
Obviously, this old monkey had a very high status among the monkeys. All the monkeys stopped talking and looked at him in awe.
The old monkey walked to Ping Yong-Ka. He slowly took his hand and walked to the cliff on the other side of the stream.
Ping Yong-Ka was stunned at first. Then he remembered the stories he read when he was young and couldn't help but feel ecstatic.
Silence. The monkeys stood on the other side of the stream and watched the old monkey take Ping Yong-Ka across the mountain stream and disappear into the wild forest.
There was a steep cliff on the other side of the wild forest. There were many green vines on the cliff. The place with the densest vines … hid a cave.
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