The Path Toward Heaven

The middle-aged practitioner was called Master Lu, from the third peak of Mount Qingshan, and now he is already intent on fulfilling the realm, because the two unsuccessful impacts before and after failed to succeed, and had to temporarily stop the pace of progress. The Nansong Pavilion Master is responsible for the training of new disciples.

In his capacity, he didn't need to come out to recruit disciples himself, but the disciples' qualifications of Nansong Pavilion in recent years are very common, and they are far inferior to other places, which makes him very stressed.

Now he doesn't expect any major things to be done. He just wants to bring out a few good disciples, or he can get the master's reward of the Elixir, and then finally hit a no-show.

When he heard the news from somewhere in Jiufeng, this remote small mountain village was worth a visit, and soon came.

Hidden among the green trees, he observed the little boy in his twenties and found that there was no error in the news. Even if he only looked at it from a distance, he could feel that the other party was really good.

When he swept with his sword knowledge, it was even more surprising-the little boy was born to be a kind of Dao!

This kind of beautiful jade, not to mention the surroundings of Daqing Mountain, even those prosperous prefectures and even Chaoge City, I am afraid that it will take only a few years for one to appear. Where can Master Lu still scare the child, He appeared directly from the night, but he hadn't had time to say anything, and was attracted by another thing.

The little boy was frightened and hid behind a young boy in white.

The reason for his vigilance is that when he observed the little boy in the distance, he didn't find the boy's existence.

The other party was sitting on a deck chair by the pool.

For the first time, his sword knowledge fell on the young man in white, but found that the other party was just a mortal who had never practiced, and there was no Dao in his body, which surprised him a little.

When his eyes fell on the white boy's face, he was even more shocked.

He has never seen such a beautiful boy in the practice world for many years.

Not to mention that the children of the aristocratic family in Chao Ge, even the sisters on Qing Rongfeng, the famous and beautiful female disciples in Shui Yue'an can't be compared with it.

The practice community has always believed in one principle: the extreme is extraordinary.

No matter what appearance is tall, short, fat, thin, or whatever, as long as it is special enough, its person must have something unusual.

The simpler statement is: there must be a demon in the extreme.

As for the word beauty, it has always been more respected by practitioners, whether it is the green pine between the cliffs, like the flying sword of light, as long as it is extremely beautiful, it must have extraordinary connotation.

Looking at the beautiful face of the boy in white, Master Lu can't be bothered. He strengthened his sword knowledge and looked again. He found that his heart was still immature, not to mention the existence of Dao.

The young man in white is much older than the boy, but Dao Xin is far inferior, and his talents are naturally farther away.

Master Lu had some regrets. He no longer looked at the young man. He looked at Liu Shisui and asked, "Do you know my identity?"

Liu Shisui was terrified by the suddenly appearing stranger. He did n’t dare to show his head. He listened to the question, where did he dare to speak, but clutched Jing Jiu ’s sleeve tightly.

Jing Jiu knew from the clothing and back-sword methods of this middle-aged practitioner that the other party should be a three-generation disciple, whose realm is far from the unrecognizable state, but he didn't know the other party's name.

This is a natural thing.

The inner disciples of Qingshan Sect and the disciples of the outer disciples add up to thousands. Apart from the old men of Shangdefeng and the women of Xilaifeng, who can recognize all of them.

"Nothing." Jing Jiu said.

I do not know why, listening to this sentence, Liu Shisui felt relieved, but still a little nervous, got up and looked at the middle-aged practitioner, trembling and said, "Are you ..."

Master Lu said mildly, "Yes, I am a monk in the green mountains, which is what you call the fairy master everyday."

Listening to the word fairy, Liu Shisui gave Jing Jiu a subconscious look.

Master Lu thought he was too nervous and smiled slightly, and said, "You can call me Master Lu."

Liu Shisui said restlessly: "Master Lu ... what are you doing here with us?"

"I'll ask you, would you like to build a road and seek longevity?"

Listening to this, Jing Jiu was a little bit emotional, thinking that after so many years, it was still this sentence, even one word had not changed.

Liu Shisui stood blankly for a long time before waking up, stuttering and saying, "... naturally ... willing, just ..."

The unremarkable rural teenagers were usually taken away by Qingshan Fairy Master. This is the best story in countless generations in the mountain village.He grew up listening to these stories, and the whole person was stupid. Where did he get the opposition, just as he said in his words, just ...

He looked at the small courtyard, and the young face was hesitant and struggling.

Rather than being angry, Master Lu felt more comforted: "Although monasticism is extraordinary, we are not monks, and we can follow the red dust. Naturally, we will not break the world."

Liu Shisui said uncomfortably, "Really?"

Master Lu said with a smile: "I will speak with your parents later, and I will give you time to return home to visit relatives in the future. If you are unable to enter the door in the future, you will need to deal with secular secular affairs. Home, I want to take care of the village, but it ’s just a small effort ... But I think you wo n’t have this opportunity. "

Obviously, he is very optimistic about Liu Shisui's gifted qualifications and firmly believes.

Liu Shisui looked to Jing Jiu.

Master Lu was a little surprised.

Jing Jiu stood up and said, "Go if you want."

Liu Shisui looked upset and said, "Yes, son."

Master Lu's accident turned into surprise.

In such a remote small mountain village, why is there such a beautiful brother?

He looked at Jing Jiu and suddenly said, "How about you? Would you like to repair the road with me and seek longevity?"

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Across the wall, the conversation and crying of the Lius came from time to time.It was just that they remembered the reminder of the fairy master and did not dare to alarm the village, so they suppressed their voice very low.

Jing Jiu was sitting by the window, watching the stars in the night sky, silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

That guy named Master Lu will come to take Liu Shisui tomorrow morning ... and he will go to Qingshanzong.

Liu Shisui is packing up his luggage.He is a very diligent child, but this is the first time such a thing as packing up.But the daze on the small face was not because of this reason, but because of too much mental shock and had not yet fully awoke.Perhaps because of this, he did not expect the fact that Jing Jiu was not a fairy master.

"Is this enough ..."

The little boy stuttered: "That fairy master doesn't need time to look at my ... moral character?"

Jing Jiu looked at the starry sky outside the window and said, "Heart is."

Liu Shisui said: "Yes, this is the word."

Jing Jiu said: "Of course, this kind of thing only depends on talent, and the nature of the mind changes with the years, how to look at it? Besides, do you really think that benevolence is invincible?

Liu Shisui touched his head and said, "Isn't it? The book says so."

Jing Jiu did not turn around and said, "Of course not, the invincible is invincible."

Liu Shisui couldn't understand this sentence. Looking at his back, he suddenly felt a feeling of loneliness.

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In the early morning, the sky was bright and the morning sun was still far away from Qunfeng. I don't know when I could get up.

Master Lu is here.

The Lius sent Liu Shisui to the front of the hospital and wiped her tears silently. She was a little sad and more happy.

The footsteps sounded, Jing Jiu came out of the house, the morning breeze flicked the white clothes, his hands were empty, and he brought nothing.

Looking at this picture, the Lius can't help but think of it as if he walked to the entrance of the village a year ago.

Liu Mu glanced at her father, and she kept talking.

Father Liu glanced at her with warning eyes, and said respectfully, "Son, do you want to bring something useful on the road? You can carry it at the age of ten."

Jing Jiu ignored it and walked out of the courtyard with his hands on his back.

Master Lu looked at this scene outside the courtyard and frowned slightly.

No one knows that in the water tank behind the compartment, half of the pale blue elixir is slowly melting until it dissipates in the water and can no longer be seen.

Master Lu took Jing Jiu and Liu Shisui into the morning mist, and soon disappeared.

Father Liu Mother walked back to the courtyard with tears in her eyes. Suddenly she didn't know what to do. She stood staring for a long while before she got up and started cleaning the courtyard and cooking with water.

Whether it's cooking porridge or making bad leafy tea, of course, the water in the tank is used.

It was only then that Liu Mu discovered that there was nothing in the room.

The bamboo chair is gone.

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I don't know what the reason is, Master Lu did not choose to fly Yu Jian back to the Qingshan Sect, but walked.

Of course Liu Shisui couldn't think of this, because he never thought that someone in the world could control the sword.

Jing Jiu is very clear that this third generation of disciples of the Qingshan Sect is now conscientiously fulfilling the state, and can reasonably control the sword easily, even with two people is not too difficult.

Why does this person insist on walking?Worried that being seen by other monks will cause trouble?

Jing Jiu didn't understand. Although he wanted to come, although the current Qingshan Sect generation is not as good as the first generation, this is not the case.

The mountain village is no more than a hundred miles away from the Qingshan Zongshan Gate. The Qingshan Sect disciples still need to be so cautious in such a place, that is totally cowardly.

Master Lu didn't know what Jing Jiu was thinking, and took a boy, a boy, a boy, two boys, and hurried to Wuli Qunfeng, silent and low-key.

On the third day, through a thick fog, the vision suddenly clear.

Countless green peaks appeared in front of you, some were beautiful, some were steep, and some of the peaks were smooth and mirror-like, making it impossible to climb at all, but there were people on the top of the peak.

The legendary Nine Peaks of Qingshan is in between?

Liu Shisui marveled, but Jing Jiu didn't take a look.

The three of them followed the mountain road paved by bluestone to the peak, and soon they saw a stone gate.

The stone door is simple in style, covered with moss, and has its own ancient meaning. The characters of Nansong Pavilion can be seen vaguely on the horizontal plaque.

This is the Nanshan Gate of Qingshan Sect.

Seeing this mountain gate, Master Lu's face showed a smile, and he obviously relaxed a lot.

The mountain gate is quiet and the birds in the dense forest are not annoying.

There is a wooden table under the mountain gate, pen and ink paper is placed on the table, and a man in a gray sword robe lies on the table to sleep.