The Path Toward Heaven

Chapter 39

The movement between the streams soon alerted the teachers of the peaks between the cliffs and spread to the high cliff stone platform.

A younger martial sister of Shuiyue nunnery who had just returned from Qingrong peak looked curiously into the distance and said, "who is this man? He's so beautiful."

A young disciple of Fengdao sect frowned and said, "look at the movement, this man should be very famous in Qingshan sect."

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Gu Han looked at the stream and his face was a little ugly.

Guo Nanshan patted him on the shoulder and smiled silently.

Ma Hua didn't seem to see the picture. He smiled and scolded, "this guy doesn't even have a sword. He's a fart sword."

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Yes, how can I bear a sword without a sword?

Well nine has empty hands and clear sleeves. Where is the sword?

Six months ago, Jing jiuchu ascended Jianfeng and entered the cloud easily. Everyone thought he should succeed in taking the sword soon, but no one saw him climb Jianfeng again afterwards.

Naturally, he didn't get the immortal sword left by martial uncle mo.

Many teachers, including martial uncle Meili, were angry and had to accept the fact that Jing Jiu was not a genius like Liu ten after all. He might have to wait until the next sword bearing meeting three years later to really understand and show his own light.

Who would have thought that Jing Jiu actually stood up at this time.

Has he succeeded in taking the sword?

When did he get it?

Where's the sword?

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Yeah, where's the sword?

Listening to the discussion around, Jing Jiu remembered what he had forgotten.

No wonder he always felt that he had forgotten something in the past six months.

Yes, he forgot the sword.

Six months ago that night, he and Zhao Layue jointly killed the Wuzhang strongman of Bihu peak in the chaotic cloud of Jianfeng, and then he took the sword.

Where did he put the sword?

Well nine began to seriously recall.

At that time, he held the body in his left hand, the sword in his right hand and the head. He felt a little inconvenient, so he inserted the head into the sword.

The sword was naturally stained with blood. After returning to the cave, it was very conspicuous by the light.

He thought it was troublesome to wash the sword, so he threw it to the apes on the cliff to clean it.

Then... He forgot about it and asked the ape for his sword.

Yes, that's it.

The sword should still be in the hands of the apes.

He thought it didn't take long, but it took some time.

The elder of Shiyue peak looked a little ugly and asked in a cold voice, "where's the sword?"

He looked at Jing Jiu's empty hands and thought that unless you become a sword pill and enter the state of no publicity, I'll see how you change your sword.

"Wait a minute." Well nine said.

Then he looked down the cliff and asked, "where's the sword?"

The cliffs are full of wild forests, which are very dense. With his voice, the leaves move disorderly, and the sound of apes can't stop.

The green forest was a little chaotic, and there was smoke and dust. I don't know how many apes screamed away, and their voices became smaller and smaller.

Before long, the ape sound approached and should have run back.

The woods shook, the dust was slight, and more than a dozen apes climbed to the top.

An ape stood at the top of the forest, waving its long arm and making an urgent cry.

The ape held a sword in his hand.

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There are practitioners on the riverside and between the cliffs. Their eyesight is many times sharper than that of ordinary people. They have seen the picture between the cliffs clearly for a long time.

Looking at this picture, many people's faces are a little ugly, and Gu Han's face is so gloomy that it seems to drop water.

For the people of Qingshan sect, Feijian is their most reliable partner and firm comrade in arms.

They love their flying swords very much, sleep together night and night, wipe them day and day, and keep them from time to time.

Who would have thought that after Jingjiu succeeded in taking the sword, he threw the sword to those apes to play with.

How disrespectful are these immortal martial uncle Mo to Shiyue peak and the word of sword!

The ape threw the sword over.

No matter how psychic, it's just a monkey, and the direction is not controlled.

The sword rolled in the air and was about to fall into the stream.

Looking at this picture, some people's faces were even more ugly. The elder of shiyuefeng snorted coldly and was ready to ride the sword to pick up the sword, but soon stopped.

Because well nine has raised his hand.

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The sword suddenly stood still in the air and no longer turned.

With a whoosh, the sword fell through the air, turned into a clear light and disappeared by the river.

Countless lines of sight fell on Jing Jiu's right hand.

He held a sword in his hand.