Reverend Jingyang had left behind countless treasures on Shenmo Peak. Even he had forgotten some of them. However, what he remembered was enough to ensure that Zhao Layue and the others would have enough for their Cultivation. As such, these disciples of Shenmo Peak had never worried about the magic pills and the like over the last few decades.
However, when Ping Yong-ka pushed open the stone door of the cave and saw the flying swords and the bottle of elixirs on the shelf, he couldn't help but become excited.
It was a pure green jade bottle sealed with Yimaozhai's talisman paper. Not a single bit of aura leaked out. One could imagine how precious the elixirs inside were.
Those swords were also not ordinary items. However, what made Ping Yong-ka feel somewhat helpless was that when he walked in front of those swords, he once again felt the reverence and inferiority of those swords.
Since these swords couldn't be used, then he might as well take some elixirs.
Ping Yong-ka naturally knew that elixirs couldn't be taken carelessly. However, he was in a hurry to improve his cultivation level. He also thought that since the old ape had brought him here, there shouldn't be any problems.
In those stories, have you ever seen a hero who jumped off a cliff to find a treasure only to die because of these reasons?
Fortuitous encounters were never a problem!
Thinking of the loneliness on Shenmo Peak and the discussion of those Aoyama disciples, a ruthless expression flashed across his face. He picked up the green jade bottle, tore off the talisman paper, and poured the elixir into his mouth without hesitation!
Seeing this, the old ape couldn't help but be stunned.
"It's quite crunchy. It's a bit like yellow throat …"
Ping Yong-ka chewed the elixirs like beans. Looking at the old ape's expression, he said, "Ah, sorry, I forgot to leave one for you."
The old ape suddenly let out a strange cry and ran out of the cave without looking back. He didn't forget to close the stone door.
Ping Yong-ka wondered what this meant. Just as he was about to chase after it and ask a few questions, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach. His expression changed.
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The old ape left the cave as fast as it could. It passed through the stream and returned to the group of monkeys, drenched all over. It let out a sharp cry to signal the monkeys to quickly hide in the forest.
The monkeys did not know what had happened and retreated into the woods in a panic. It was not until they had retreated several miles that they felt slightly relieved.
The old macaque climbed to the treetop and looked in the direction of the cave abode. Its eyes were filled with worry and anger.
The potency of that medicinal pellet was extremely strong. Even if one wanted to break through to the Free Travel State, one pellet would be enough. Moreover, it would take at least a year of closed-door cultivation to dissipate.
Ping Yong-ka had actually consumed a bottle without a care in the world. He would definitely explode and die, and the entire cliff might even collapse from the impact.
Just as it was thinking about this, the treetops suddenly shook.
The monkeys in the woods screamed and staggered. Some of the little monkeys even fell from their mothers.
Countless waves rose from the stream, and dust rose from the ground. It was actually an earthquake!
Boom! A thunderous sound came from the cliff.
In the next moment, another clap of thunder sounded. The cliff shook again, and the stream became restless again.
It was not over yet. The claps of thunder continued, and the ground kept shaking. It was not until a long time later that the ground calmed down.
The monkeys in the woods also calmed down. They looked in the direction of the cliff, full of curiosity and uneasiness.
The old ape looked in that direction, its aged eyes full of sympathy and sadness.
It had been many years since such a naive or idiotic child had appeared in the Aoyama Sect.
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The prohibition on Shenmo Peak was set up by Jingyang himself. It was extremely powerful and mysterious. No one could enter it, and no one could see it, but the wind and rain could.
It was early winter. A snowfall arrived on time and fell on the peak top. The windows of the Taoist temple were open, but nobody was looking at them.
The snow also fell in the woods below the cliff. The monkeys stared at a certain spot without moving. The snow on their heads made them look very cute.
The old ape took a fruit from one of its descendants and casually took a bite before tossing it to the youngest one under the tree. It continued to look in that direction.
The cliff on the other side had already collapsed, and that cavern was buried inside. That naive idiot was definitely dead, but the problem was that the apes were still unable to get close to that side. There was a vague formation intent and extremely powerful force that isolated the cliff from the outside world.
The old ape was somewhat cautious, so it ordered its descendants to keep an eye on that place.
In the following days, more snow fell. It was early spring, and another year had passed.
One morning, the old ape was suddenly awakened. It looked in the direction of the cliff and suddenly found that the collapsed rock bulged slightly, and then a hole broke open.
Under the morning light, a person walked out from inside. It was Ping Yong-ka.
The old ape and the other monkeys were extremely shocked at this scene. How could someone who was clearly dead come back to life?
The old ape led the monkeys across the stream toward Ping Yong-ka. However, before they could get close, the look in their eyes changed drastically, and they fled back while shrieking.
Ping Yong-ka was covered in dust and his hair was extremely messy. He looked like a beggar, and his smell was even worse than a beggar's.
He covered his nose and looked at the monkeys fleeing in all directions. His eyes were filled with regret. Then, he jumped into the stream.
The snowflakes melted as soon as they landed in the stream. The water was extremely cold, but he did not care at all. He carefully scrubbed his body and used the sword fire to get rid of the stubborn dirt from time to time.
After who knew how long, he finally felt that his smell was gone. He apologized to the dead fish floating in the stream downstream and walked out.
Just as he was about to pick up his clothes and put them on, he smelled the stench again. He could not help but retch. He quickly burned the clothes into smoke as fast as he could.
The smoke drifted by the stream. It still carried the stench, just like the lingering fear in his eyes.
A year ago, he had swallowed all the pills in the bottle. The powerful medicinal power began to transform his Taoist Tree directly. It also cleansed his body while it was at it.
All the impurities and filth in his body were forced out by the medicinal power. He farted dozens of times in a row.
It was the sound of thunder that the monkeys heard that day.
The farts were extremely smelly. However, the formation in the abode isolated them so well that there was no circulation of air at all. Only the circulation of spiritual Qi did not leak out at all.
Ping Yong-ka was forced to cultivate in seclusion in such a smelly environment for a year. He almost became the first pitiful person to be suffocated to death by his own farts.
As for why he did not become an idiot who ate too many pills and exploded to death, nobody knew.
He had no idea about it himself. He thought it was a matter of course.
Again, how could something happen to a fortuitous encounter?
After some time, the smoke finally dissipated. The old ape led the monkeys to cover their mouths and noses and cautiously approached.
Ping Yong-ka waved his hand at the old ape.
He had just finished his closed-door cultivation, so he could not control his sword will well. As he waved his hand, a streak of sword will fell into the stream.
The stream suddenly quieted down, and a crack appeared in the stream. Looking from the side, it looked like a transparent jade.
It was extremely difficult to cut water with a sword, even for the Aoyama sword practitioners who were good at cutting water.
Seeing this, Ping Yong-ka was taken aback. He looked at the monkeys and asked, "What … is my current Cultivation state?"
After joining Aoyama, he was brought to Shenmo Peak by Jing Jiu after learning for a short time at the Sword-Washing Pavilion. During the years at Shenmo Peak, he had done nothing but learn the Endless Sword style of Qingrong Peak. He had no experience in fighting with other Cultivation practitioners, so it was inevitable that he lacked confidence.
The monkeys hesitated for a while, and then clapped their hands one after another, indicating that he could do it.
The reason why they hesitated was not because they thought Ping Yong-ka was not good enough, but because they had to put down the hands covering their mouths and noses when they clapped.
Ping Yong-ka asked awkwardly, "When do you think I can break through the Sea State?"
The monkeys shook their heads without hesitation this time. Their movements were neat, and the scene was quite interesting.
Did they mean that he couldn't break through the Sea State? Or did he have to cultivate by himself and not think too highly of himself?
Ping Yong-ka was at a loss. Of course, he didn't dare to think that they might mean that he had already broken through the Sea State and didn't have to think about when he could break through the Sea State …
"Master said that I can't go out of the mountain before I break through the Sea State. How can I go out and find them?"
He was a bit distressed, but then he thought that he had finally made a breakthrough in his Cultivation state, so he felt happy again. He went to the hut in the woods and made himself a cup of green tea.
The green tea had been there for a few years, so it was not new. It tasted a bit bitter, but it made him feel refreshed, and he thought of a solution.
He took out a light green sword robe from the cupboard and put it on, and then took out a conical hat, heading toward the foot of the peak.
After a few years, conical hats were always kept on Shenmo Peak. The brim of the conical hat was very wide. As long as one wore it on the head, it would be hard for others to see one's face.
As he arrived at the foot of the peak, Ping Yong-ka went directly to the Sword-Washing Stream. He wanted to find Senior Master Mei Li, whom he knew, and ask her when the Plum Meeting would begin. If it was held as usual, would he be qualified to participate in the Plum Meeting and go out of the mountain as long as he won the top ten at the Sword Trial?
Unexpectedly, he only saw some new disciples sleeping on the tables lazily like he had done before at the Sword-Washing Hall, but didn't see a single master.
He grabbed a caretaker and asked, and found out that today was the day of the Sword Trial in Aoyama, and the participants of the Plum Meeting would be decided soon.
Hearing this answer, Ping Yong-ka couldn't help but look at the silvery Sword-Washing Stream, lost in thought.
In order to improve his Cultivation state and avenge his Master, the Old Ape took him to a manor cave and took a bottle of magic pills. He wanted to participate in the Plum Meeting, but he encountered the Sword Trial at the foot of the peak …
He was so lucky. It seemed that even the legendary He Zhan couldn't compare to him.
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(I'll show my longing and resentment for Bean's new book as usual. In addition, in the next one and a half months, I'll deal with moving house and my family coming to the northeast for the summer vacation. I'll try my best to update the book, but the number of updates will be small. I'll report them to you in advance.)
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