The Path Toward Heaven

The next morning, Liu Shisui came again, sprinkled the courtyard, received morning food, gathered the leaves, and piled them up nicely.

Jing Jiu looked at him quietly.

Last night, Master Lu and Liu Shisui talked in his ears.

Even if he can't hear it, Master Lu will let him hear it on purpose.

Master Lu hoped that he would have self-knowledge, or take the initiative to drive Liu Shisui away because of humiliation.

Jing Jiu understood Master Lu very well, and he would do the same.

How can a monk spend his time on these things.

If Liu Shisui listened to Master Lu's opinion, he would understand it, and he would do the same.

Before the avenue, when there is no world, let alone a son.

But what he did not expect was that Liu Shisui had tossed and turned all night, and he still came today and was still doing those things, even more energetic than ever.

Jing Jiu suddenly wondered what the boy thought.

But since Liu Shisui did not listen to Master Lu's opinion, he naturally would not drive Liu Shisui away because of inexplicable things like dignity.

It is not easy to have someone who is familiar with his life habits to take care of his daily life. He had never had it in the long years before.

Liu Shisui finished his morning work, soaked a pot of tea and placed it on the table, and then moved out the bamboo lounge chair from the cave.

Jing Jiu lay down on the bamboo chair, facing the newborn sunlight, squinting slightly, fingers tapping gently on the armrest of the chair, without rhythm.

Liu Shisui didn't go to Jiantang today, and stayed in the small courtyard. He stood in stride, his arms seemed to come out at random, but he was lightning fast.

If it were changed before, he would not have any reaction to Jing Jiu's knocking on the bamboo chair, but through the confirmation of the other day, he naturally began to listen carefully.

No rhythm is also a rhythm, still representing the length and interval of breathing.

When the sun crossed the peaks, Liu Shisui finally ended his body training, his face was covered with sweat beads, and his body was aching.

He did not feel hard, but felt very happy.

He looked back at Jing Jiu with his eyes closed on the bamboo recliner as if sleeping, and couldn't help but grinned.

For a year, he knew that Jing Jiu seemed to be sleeping many times, but he didn't.

"Son ..."

Liu Shisui was hesitant. He had never done such a thing.But thinking of Master Lu's sober face last night, he finally got the courage and whispered, "... Can you not be so lazy?"

Liu Shisui knew that the son was very lazy. At that time, the bamboo recliner under him was proof, and he did not know how he moved from home.

He also knows that the son is a very intelligent person, and he is very capable, but finally came to the Qingshan Sect and had the opportunity to contact the Xianfa Kendo.

If the son is so lazy, how can he pass the internal examination?What if you are really driven away by the fairy master?

No matter how they are born, children will not hide their true emotions.

Looking at the sadness on Liu Shisui's face, Jing Jiu was startled, and then he laughed.

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That night, Jing Jiu stood in the courtyard and looked at the peaks under the stars with his hands, silently.

He did not obey Liu Shisui's persuasion to cross the arrow and step out the bow and fist.

He does not need.

If divided according to the level of ordinary practitioners, he has already passed the ceremonial realm and entered the realm of holding the god.

More precisely, when he stepped into the creek in the cave, he was already holding the realm of God.

Looking back at Qingshan for tens of thousands of years, he should be the fastest one to enter the realm of embracing God.

He doesn't feel proud because he can be so completely because of his special body now.

Among them, the spiritual practitioners like Master Lu cannot naturally see through.

Everything in the world will gain and lose.

He drew out a pale blue elixir, threw it into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it into his belly.

He took a drink of herbal tea, shook his head, and felt that the taste was average.

If this picture falls in the eyes of Master Lu or other Masters of the Qingshan Sect, I am afraid that their sword heart will fall behind.

The pale blue elixir is called Zixuan Pill, which is the best elixir that practitioners can take in the initial stage.

For the disciples who hold the realm of the gods, a purple Xuan Dan will be a year of hard work.

It is conceivable how precious this immortality medicine is, only those disciples with the most potential talents will have such treatment.

Not many of those Chengjian disciples in Jiufeng of Qingshan had taken this medicine in their early days.

Jing Jiu eats this precious panacea as fried beans.

According to the amount and frequency of taking Zi Xuan Dan, if he is an ordinary outside disciple, or it takes only one hour to be able to embrace the realm of God.

Of course, it is more likely that half an hour ago, the outside disciple had already died due to the skyrocketing number of true elements.

Jing Jiu didn't die, and he didn't even react.

For that reason, his body is very special, he can absorb the world's vitality smoothly, and he can also bear more world's vitality.

The problem is ... too much.

His spirit sea seems to be a real sea, or a bottomless sea, and he wants to fill the sea with heaven and earth. I do n’t know how long it will take. Even if he keeps taking Zixuandan, it is still very slow, and After all, the medicine is sometimes exhausted.

The spirit sea is dissatisfied and the Dao species is lonely, so they cannot turn into sword fruit and enter the next stage of cultivation. What can he do?

If the rumors are true, Zen Land has that kind of treasure that can change time, or he can save some time, but he knows that kind of treasure does not exist, so now he has to wait.

He has calculated clearly that in another three days, Zi Xuan Dan will be of no help to him, let alone those ordinary panacea.

Even if he keeps absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth, it will take at least more than a year to fill the Linghai.

It's really troublesome to have so many days.

If he doesn't want to be too noticeable and cause trouble, he can also practice diligently every day, like other outside disciples, to get through this year.

But he would n’t do it, except for the most secret reason, because he thought it was troublesome.

Yes, he is just afraid of trouble, not really lazy.

A year in the mountain village, he sleeps many times because he wants to understand and become familiar with this body.

In the first nine days, he just completed the preliminary integration, and it will take a long time to fully grasp the most subtle parts in the body.

He did not lie to the ten-year-old. In those sleeps, in addition to further integration, he did do a lot of thinking, deduction, and calculation.

He needs to think about why he is here.

He needs to deduce the past and the future.

He needs to calculate the gains and losses and the situation.

It was not until these two steps were completed that he returned to Qingshanzong, and then found that he had nothing to do but wait.

This is really an experience he has never had.

"This is boring?"

Jing Jiu sensed this kind of emotion that he had never experienced, and thought with some uncertainty: "A person like me will be bored?"