What are my options?

Ping An has asked himself more than once this question, which is not particularly difficult to answer.

Once, I just wanted to live my life quietly, just like other people in Tai'an Town, hunting when I was busy, sneaking away when I was free, and guarding the people I was guarding.

On weekdays, I eat and chat with familiar people in Tai'an Town, Wu Liu, Er Niu, Ma Zhang, Ma Luo, Ling Yu, Ma Li'er, and so on.

Look at the passers-by with them, see them as a scenery on Mount Tai, or become the mark of Tai'an in the eyes of others.

A life of inaction, just like his own name, is nothing wrong with being peaceful.

It wasn't until he met the old liar Xuanjizi that Ping An met his first choice.

Whether to accept to become the successor of Xuanjing, or to give up, in the end, Ping An chose to accept, and naturally, the next choice also appeared, his strength was too poor, and a month was spent gambling.

Accepting the gambling contract, that also means accepting everything, even if you are hit by the mystery and enter the body, there is no complaint about peace.

Although he has always called him an old liar.

Isn't it the coolest slap in the face to use an injured body to accomplish what the other party thinks is impossible?

These are their own choices, among them, Ping An still has an inexplicable feeling, the way of Yin in his body, seems to be a little different from Xuan Jizi's style of acting, after all, his Xuan Jing is known for its fierceness.

After carefully watching his moves, Ping An was angry at the time and didn't think about it deeply, but after pondering it repeatedly, he became more and more sure of his guess.

Especially the way it attacked, it was more like the momentum when Xu Fu took out the Xuanjing, cold and cold, but Ping An didn't believe that it was Xu Fu's hand, after all, he didn't have anything to do with him.

Contacted once, but there was some harmony across the way, of course, speculation is just speculation, and there is no evidence of peace, and Xuan Jizi obviously didn't explain, everything will be after the January appointment, and it will be known.

Next, because he was injured, Ling Yu ventured up the mountain to collect medicine, and accidentally bumped into the indiscriminate killing of innocent Great Qin Jiashi, and he chose to appear for the second time.

Originally, I could stay out of the matter, I couldn't manage this kind of thing, and I didn't have the ability to manage it, but the road was uneven, and someone stepped on it, and since I encountered it, I couldn't turn a blind eye.

After all, these villagers are people they are familiar with, if everyone is in danger, then the result must be more and more people who die, bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, there are ancient times, and they have to be this bird.

This is your second option.

In the future, the experienced Chen Hu bullied Ma Li'er, and he had to take care of it, even if he was almost killed by Peng Shichang's chase, if he had a choice, he still had to take care of it.

And everything on the mountain is relatively simple, or rather, everything has been chosen for yourself, including the battle with the Red Snake, the encounter with Dai Zong and the others, and the encounter into the valley.

Until the soul of the mirror awakens, obtains the goblin fruit, meets the turtle and the fairy, etc., a thought of becoming stronger rises in my heart.

The same choice has been chosen for oneself, and to do this, many things have to be given up, such as giving up ordinary life, having an unyielding will, and a spirit that is not afraid of difficulties.

Go forward bravely, and these are just the beginning, of course, there are other choices for peace, but those are not what you want, you take what you want.

Wanting to become stronger has become the only belief, and I got the ink blade and the jade seal, as if there is a fixed number in the underworld, plus the Xuanjing I got before, all of these have given the best foundation for peace.

Now, there really shouldn't be such thoughts, and the wavering of a thought is not only a collapse of faith, but also has more terrible consequences for oneself.

There was an inexplicable sense of shame about what he had just thought, and Ping An was even a little grateful to the cold wind just now that woke him up.

Settle down, ignore the throbbing of the new trial just now, and put your attention back on the cliff under your feet, relying on yourself, it can't be said that there is no chance.

As for wanting to see Lao Jun's thoughts, peace is still buried deep in my heart, there is no chance this time, there will always be a chance to see you again.

Finally, looking up at the cliff above his head, Ping An began to slowly move his body, climbing down little by little.

Although the stone walls of the cliff are very smooth from the entrance of the cave, after all, they are all composed of mountain rocks, and some cracks and protrusions are inevitable among them.

Coupled with the constant blowing of the mountain peaks, it is difficult to detect its changes without going deep into them, and it is easy to be frightened off by the bottomless cliffs.

In this way, he naturally missed the best opportunity, and he didn't even dare to go down, and he talked about becoming a strong man.

Fortunately, Ping An finally did it, and the hardships of the whole process do not need to be told, and it took half a day to see the location of the cave overhead, so you can imagine how it came along the way.

It is said that it is easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down, if you hit the cliff up and down, the difficulty of this must increase geometrically, no one dares to ignore the bottomless height, and there is no special peace.

In particular, the weathering in the mountain is so severe that it will fall off if you are not careful, and sometimes just a little force can make a large area of mountain rock fall into the abyss.

Therefore, Ping An had to test every step for a long time, until he was sure that the position below could bear his weight, and he dared to really fall.

The impact on speed is only part of it, the bigger test is that Ping An is still suffering from the cold wind at any time, and the current season does not require too thick clothes, but here, every cold wind is no less than the biting winter day.

In fact, before going down the cliff, Ping An was prepared, after all, in the location of the cave, he had a deep understanding of these cold winds, but there was no other way, there was no water and no food in the cave, and he was trapped there only waiting for death.

What makes people even more desperate is that the end below is nowhere, walking aimlessly, as if on the road to hell.

A feeling of death coming closer and closer, slowly filling Ping'an's heart, and by the end, Ping'an had felt the stiffness of his body, slowly uncontrollable.

This is a very dangerous signal, the cold has invaded his body, but he is powerless, in such a very dangerous place, he doesn't even dare to do superfluous movements.

You must know that many of the positions you were in just now only allowed one foot to stop, not even one more foot position, let alone other movements.

Now I really have a dilemma, I can't go up, there is no end below, and I don't know when, I may not even have a place to stop, so I can only stop in place and wait for death.

No one can remain as calm as ever in the face of death, and peace is no exception, until the mind gradually becomes numb, and the escape path under his feet seems to become a gate to hell.

Since the final result is death, why go on so hard, isn't it better to jump straight down?

Almost as soon as this thought was about to take shape, Ping An felt his feet slip, and his body suddenly fell downward.

"Ahh

Instinctively exclaimed, but before he could make a sound, Ping An hurriedly closed his mouth, and his heart regained consciousness at the same time, and it was a demon in his heart.

Ping An naturally does not care about this terrible demon, or it has been completely destroyed in the bud by Ping An.

His feet had left the place where he had been stationed, and the fierce cold wind began to generate in his ears, and the downward trend was inevitable.

At the last moment, Ping An had to do his best, reaching out to grab the stone wall on one side, the huge friction instantly wore out his palm, and the blood left a clear blood mark on the cyan stone wall, spreading down.

But these pains are still as great as Ping'an's heart, which has already fallen to the bottom, seeing that the speed of the fall is getting faster and faster, and the body is gradually uncontrollable, even if the palm of the hand is worn out with a layer of skin, it cannot be changed.

Ping An knew that he had to use all his strength, and his bloody palm didn't care about the pain, so he withdrew it slightly and grabbed it quickly again.

This time he could see clearly, and a clear crack appeared in front of him.

The crack is not very large, but it is more than enough to accommodate one palm, and there is only one chance, whether it can escape or not, in one move.

Taking a deep breath, Ping An shot like lightning, as if to tear through the cold wind blowing from the bottom up, this speed had reached the limit of Ping An, and he could even hear the piercing roar of his arm.

"Click!"

A huge pulling force directly penetrated Ping'an's entire arm, and even half of his body fell into a state of paralysis, which was not over, the pain from between his fingers made Ping'an clearly know that he shot this time, and at least three finger bones were broken.

What's even more terrifying is that this effect is not big, his body is only a slight beating, and the huge pain makes him instinctively withdraw his palm, and his body falls down again.

Fortunately, Ping An has long known his own strength, and if he wants to stop it with only one hand, it is undoubtedly a fool's dream, and the back hand finally came in handy.

Without the slightest hesitation, he endured the sharp pain from the palm of his hand, and Ping'an's other hand endured the sharp pain of drilling his heart, and quickly wiped it across his waist.

There is a place where the ink blade is hidden, and at this time, Ping An can't help but secretly rejoice that he has been prepared, if it is like before, the ink blade is not in the easy position, this time it will really be planted.

I saw that before Ping'an's body was about to fall again, the ink blade stabbed forward quickly, or the crack that he had just grasped with his palm, almost the same position, and the ink blade stabbed steadily into the mountain.

"Click, click!"

What an ink blade, worthy of the artifact of Qi in An Gongzi's mouth, has long been caught safely in the weathered mountain rock, only the hard mountain remains, and the ink blade still pierces into it effortlessly.

The bloody and blurred mountain that rubbed the palm of Ping'an's hand was like a piece of tofu in front of it, and it was as vulnerable as a piece of tofu, and it sank straight into the handle.

A long scratch was clearly visible on the stone wall, and the fine cracks spread out along the ink blade, and a lot of rubble fell into the bottomless cliff.

Not to mention keeping a safe body, he just paused his body and stopped steadily in mid-air.

Looking closely, at this time, Ping'an grabbed the ink blade with one arm and hung it on the stone wall, like a lonely boat, constantly shaking under the blowing of the cold wind......