The Path Toward Heaven

Tea sounds wind, sounds into the ears.

More disciples noticed the movements in the rear and could not help being dumbfounded.

Master Lu looked at the movement there, slightly raised his eyebrows, faintly displeased, and flicked his right finger behind him.

Zheng!

An extremely cold sword sound went through the hall.

The disciples felt a little trembling in their hearts, and suddenly came awake, and quickly turned around.

The cliffs were so quiet, even the birdsong in the distant trees disappeared.

Master Lu ’s eyes moved among the disciples, staying at Jing Jiu and Liu Shisui for a little longer, and finally fell among the mountains in the distance.

"Be more attentive. I want to break through the realm of ceremonies within three months regardless of your talents and talents. Only in this way can I hope to complete the god realm within three years and have the opportunity to be recruited into the inner door and become a true green mountain. Disciple. I am sending Tianjian to be the right way, and the word is happy. The initial practice is not difficult. No matter how dull people, as long as they are willing to spend time and energy to survive, they will one day succeed in breaking through, but the road is open to the sky. How many tens of thousands of miles? The road is always harder and harder, the peak is steep and dangerous, and the last few hundred feet is difficult to climb into the sky, so if you ca n’t enter the inner door within three years, then this avenue will not go.

He has some emotions.This passage is for these disciples and is his real experience.

He is already willing to complete the realm, he can control the sword flying freely, kill people in ten steps, and his clothes are not stained with blood. To the people of the world, it is like a sword immortal. In the ministerial palace of the Chaoge City dynasty, it will certainly be respected as worship.

However, in the Qingshan Sect, he could not enter without a clear state, and Shou Yuan would be limited, and there was no hope of breaking through the next few big realms. Naturally, he could not become the key training object of the school.

Just like now, he can only teach these outside disciples who do n’t understand anything at Nansong Pavilion. Although this is also very important for the sect, but ...

A somewhat naive voice pulled Master Lu out of his arms.

"Senior Master, if we practice well, will we have the opportunity to participate in the Sword Sword Competition three years later?"

The young disciple who spoke did not know how to inquire about the Qingshan sect, and knew that for young disciples, Dajian Chengjian was the most important test.

Master Lu slightly stunned, and then smiled, did not answer this question. In his view, this question raised by this young disciple was really naive.

Gradually, a voice of discussion and a low laughter sounded, and through the explanation of the companion, the young disciple knew that only the disciples who kept a state of perfection would be eligible to participate in the Cheng Jian Conference.

After the ceremonies, the gods are held, this is the initial state, followed by the knowledge, and then the Shouyi ...

The disciples who have just entered the mountain gate are four levels away from Shouyi Realm.

"Want to be successful in two years?"

A disciple laughed and said, "Do you think you are a genius like Sister Zhao?"

"I hope you can catch the twelfth lunar month."

A voice rang across the field and shocked everyone.

But no one dared to laugh at each other.

Because the speaker is Master Lu.

But the object of Master Lu's speech was not the disciple who wanted to participate in Cheng Jian Dabi.

Following Master Lu's sight, the disciples looked at the back of the ranks and fell on one person.

Liu Shisui was startled for a while before waking up, pointing at himself and saying, "Are you talking about me?"

Master Lu said: "Yes, I hope you can be another surprise of Qingshan Jiufeng."

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The young outside disciples spread out, some held the introductory recipes in their hands and kept reading, and some looked at the sunlight between the leaves in a daze, naturally divided into several piles.

After these young disciples entered the Qingshan Sect, such pictures have appeared many times. Now they are still naturally separated according to their ancestry and their status in the world. In the future, they will depend on their own spiritual realm.

After all, there are some differences today. Whether it is those disciples from rich families or children from poor families, they are looking at a certain place.

Even the disciples who study books seriously and stare at the sun daze, glance over there with the afterglow of the corner of their eyes from time to time.

Jing Jiu and Liu Shisui stood there.

Some people looked at Jing Jiu, while others looked at Liu Shisui. No one had forgotten what Master Lu said before leaving.

Who can think of the most important disciple of the fairy master is not that extremely beautiful young man in white, but a little boy like his classmates.

What is so great about that little boy?

The young man who ridiculed his peers before was called Xue Yongge, but a family member of Yuzhou County. There was a teacher and uncle who practiced at the sixth peak of Shiyuefeng. He was asking for information.

Soon there was definite news.

This little boy is actually born!

The disciples looked at Liu Shisui with shock in their eyes.

Unlike before, there is no envy except shock.

The gap between the two is too great, it is not a level of existence at all, what is the use of envy?

The countless talented disciples of Qingshan Sect, how many natural Dao species have appeared in these years?

Except that Senior Sister Zhao, there was only Senior Brother Zhuo who was accepted as the close disciple by Master Zhang on Tianguang Peak!

Now there are such people among them, how to teach them not to be shocked?

The Xue Yongge knew the news was the earliest, and woke up the fastest from shock. Ignoring those classmates who were still sluggish, they walked straight to Liu Shisui, with a gentle smile on his face.

"Sister Liu, each of us will have a small courtyard to rest. Which one are you going to choose? If you are not afraid of the sound of the night stream, Jiasi Room is an excellent choice. It is close to the sword hall, and you can always consult the fairy master. With a piece of Zhengyanghua, the fragrance of flowers is quiet, and it has quite the effect of correcting the mind and calming the mind. It is very helpful for me to practice. "

Some disciples did not respond, thinking to Brother Xue, who was so arrogant and indifferent on weekdays, why is he so enthusiastic today?Some disciples smiled bitterly, thinking that Brother Xue ’s reaction was extremely quick. No one knew whether the piece of Zhengyang flower was good for practice, but if he could live next to the natural Taoist species, his practice was inevitable Is extremely helpful.

Xue Yongge did not wait for Liu Shisui's answer because Liu Shisui knew that Jing Jiu would not pick this yard.

Liu Shisui gave Xue Yongge a thankful smile, took his luggage and walked towards Jiantang, asking the deacon for the numbers of the two small courtyards in Houshan.

The disciples were surprised and speechless looking at the young boy in white and the boy born in Taoism.

Xue Yongge shook his head puzzled and said, "This is really strange."

Who is not surprised to be born a Taoist kind of person who is actually a book boy?

There was talk in front of Jiantang, and some of them would inevitably laugh at Jing Jiu.

The girls ignored these and looked at the mountain road.

A young girl whispered: "That son Jiu Jiu ... who was born really beautiful."

Another girl said: "I heard that he is a singer, and I don't know which man in the house."

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Deep in the mountain road, in the dense forest away from the stream, there are two adjacent small courtyards.

The sun was shaded by the trees, and the small courtyard looked very clear.

The courtyard door was pushed open. Liu Shisui put down his luggage, looked at the surrounding environment, wiped a stone bench clean, and was ready to clean it.

"How do you know that I don't like the fragrance of Zhengyanghua?"

Jing Jiu sat on the stone bench and looked at him with interest.

During this year, he has spoken a lot with Liu Shisui, but such emotions are rare.

"I don't know, but that ... Brother said that the yard is leaning on the stream."

Liu Shisui said: "The stream is so loud, the son likes to sleep, why would he want to live there."

Jing Jiu said, "Yeah, I forgot about it."

The small courtyard is very quiet, and the dwelling that looks like a hut, but in fact the cave inside is also very clean, and even said to be spotless.

If you do n’t have a disciple to live in, you will keep it clean.

There are very few things that Liu Shisui needs to do, and the bed stack is quickly ended. He carried the plate of mangosteen distributed in advance by the deacon to the courtyard and placed it on the stone table in front of Jing Jiu.

Looking at the uneasy look on the little boy's face, Jing Jiu said: "Go back to your small courtyard and read the book if you want to read it."

Liu Shisui raised his head and said with a small blush, "I'm not in a hurry to leave to see the law."

Jing Jiu knew that he was so disturbed when he heard the mockery from the same class. He smiled and said nothing.

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The mountain breeze fluttered and the white frost grass fell down.

Jing Jiu looked at the inside of the cave wall, and felt his emotions grow gradually. He turned around and had never been empty, but for how many years?

He sat down against the window mullion and opened the thin book in his hand.

Qingshan Sect's entry formula.

It's very simple and familiar, with only two very minor modifications compared to those of the past.

These two changes are quite interesting, but they haven't been seen for long.

Jing Jiu's eyes gradually closed.

The entry recipe was resting on the lap.

The wind entered the cave and gently flicked his clothes, and the pages of the book turned quickly, moving forward once and backward.

The pages turned at high speed, and the text could not be seen clearly. Only the villain drawn kept moving.

The little man was squatting on a strangely shaped horse step for a while, standing like a pine for a while, and more often punching a set of punches.

Jing Jiu was already asleep.

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By the time he woke up, the setting sun had fallen below the peaks, some rouge-like red remained in the sky, and the nearby cliff face was dim and hard to see.

With a squeak, Liu Shisui pushed open the door and ran in. His face with beads of sweat shouted with excitement: "Pub ... Pub ... Pub ... People!"

Jing Jiu remembered the memories of many years ago and reminded him: "Don't call people like this in the future, you will be beaten."

Liu Shisui raised his sleeves to wipe off the sweat on his face, nodding again and again, trying to say something, but was speechless and anxious.

Jing Jiu said, "Got it?"

Liu Shisui kneeled in front of him with a snap, and knocked two heads hard.