The Path Toward Heaven

Gu Han knew where Liu Shisui Yujian had gone.

After he succeeded in controlling the sword for the first time in Jianfeng, he also went above the clouds.

Flying a sword is the most beautiful imagination of practitioners. After success, it is the most wonderful experience. Who does n’t want to see how tall this day is?

Cheers came from below, Gu Hanwang looked towards the peak, thinking that Qingshan Sect wasn't the only one born to you.

Looking at his eyes, the fat man knew what he was thinking, and persuaded: "Sister Sister is not willing to enter the two forgetful peaks, there must be her own arrangement, brother, don't be angry."

Gu Han did not answer, saying: "The ten-year-old is at a critical stage of spiritual practice. Don't let him meet with that waste and be affected."

The fat man was startled and reacted. He said Jing Jiu.

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Jing Jiu returned to his cave.

Unlike the pattern of the stone rooms in the front yard and back of the Nansong Pavilion, the current Dongfu is true.

On the cliffs on both sides of Xijian River, Dongfu is very quiet, undisturbed, and the scenery is also beautiful.

Every morning, a plate of treasures and a pot of clear water will appear in front of Dongfu. This plate of treasures is of course much stronger than when it was outside, and it is no longer the deacon but the sword box that is responsible for distribution.

As the first sword school in the mainland, the heritage and accumulation of the Qingshan Sect is really unimaginable.

This kind of style Jing Jiu sees too much, naturally it will not produce any emotion, picked a good-looking fruit to eat, throw the remaining fruit to the ape in the woods behind the cave, and then lay on the bamboo chair.

He took the Jian Jing out of his arms and looked at it twice.

Similar to the situation when he was in Nansong Pavilion, his spirit sea was too deep and wide, and he wanted to be completely converted into the nutrients of Dao until it became a sword fruit, except time.

Fortunately, this time will be much shorter, and if he wants to pick up the sword between the peaks, he does not need to form a sword ball.

He picked up a grain of white sand and wanted to put it on a porcelain plate, but found that his heart was a little restless today.

It was very rare for him, so he put away the porcelain plate and the sand, closed his eyes and began to meditate.

Not knowing how long it took, he opened his eyes again.

The sun is setting and the stars are clear.

Ten years old standing in front of a bamboo chair.

It seems to be still by the pond three years ago.

"Son."

Liu Shisui happily saluted him, thinking about what happened during the day, and explained: "Do n’t blame Brother Gu, he is a good person, just a little strict."

Listening to this, Jing Jiu discovered a problem and raised an eyebrow and asked, "Brother?"

Liu Shisui smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "Should be called Master Gu. He thought I was okay. He said he would pick me up at the Cheng Jian Conference and allow me to call him a brother in private."

He did not have these emotions of pride and pride, but he was very happy.

Jing Jiu smiled and said nothing.

Liu Shisui thought he was laughing at himself, and he couldn't help but have a feverish face and didn't know what to do, so he stood up and made a bed for Jing Jiu to tidy up the things on the couch.

The natural Taoist species that Qingshan Sect values ​​most, the genius disciple Liang Liangfeng desperately wanted, made bed and quilt for a disciple who had just entered the door, and did so naturally.

If someone sees this picture, they will be shocked and unable to speak.

What's even more surprising is that Jing Jiu didn't mean anything.

After making the bed and sweeping the open space in front of Dongfu, he began to tell Jing Jiu what he had done during the year and who he met.

Jing Jiu'an listened quietly, occasionally smiling, and occasionally replying.

He was not impatient, he didn't close his eyes, and he didn't sleep. It was different from being in a mountain village.

Liu Shisui was a little depressed because he was all talking.

He really wanted to know, how did Jing Jiu live in Nansong Pavilion this year, how suddenly became diligent?How can I achieve the perfection of the God Realm and enter the inner door?

Jing Jiu did not seem interested in saying these things.

Is it because you haven't seen it for a year, so you feel a little strange?

Liu Shisui thought of a possibility, stood up excitedly, and said to Jing Jiu: "Master, let me introduce you to Brother Gu! You can certainly appreciate him with your talented understanding, even if he refuses to promise You will be called into the summit at the sword meeting, but you will definitely be willing to take you to learn the sword, and then we can practice together. "

Without thinking, Jing Jiu shook his head and said, "No."

Liu Shisui was stunned and said, "Son, you may not know, Liangwang Peak is the most remarkable place of our Daqing Mountain. All the young people are three generations of disciples on the peak. Choose a day to teach at Liangwangfeng, which means that as long as they are disciples of Liangwangfeng, they can learn all the sword skills of Jiufeng ... "

His voice was getting softer and weaker until he didn't.

Because Jing Jiu still showed no interest.

Liu Shisui was disappointed.

Jing Jiu looked at the expression on his small face and explained two sentences.

"I'm really not interested, because I don't like Liang Wangfeng, um, and your brother Gu."

Liu Shisui was shocked. He never thought that someone would actually dislike Liangwang Peak!

"Two Forgotten Peaks are the swords of the green hills, and the disciples on the peaks are responsible for patrolling around to prevent the Bu Lao Lin and the Underworld demon from sneaking in. They also represent the Da Qingshan to participate in the once-in-a-year May Fair. There are many bloody sacrifices, but there is never a disciple who withdraws. How could disciples of Qingshan not like it? "

He looked at Jing Jiu and persuaded seriously: "And Brother Gu, he is really a good person."

"How can I not like it? This sentence is wrong."

Jing Jiu said: "For example, your brother Gu, I don't care if he is a good person, even if he is a saint, I don't like it."

Liu Shisui was stunned. Although he felt unreasonable, he could not find anything wrong.

"Anyway, I can't tell you."

Liu Shisui was aggrieved because he really couldn't understand why Jing Jiu didn't like such a good person like Brother Gu.

Is it because during the day, Brother Gu punishes himself with the peak rule?

What about the two forgetting peaks?

Liu Shisui felt more and more thinking that there was only one possibility, silent.

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Leaving the cliffside cave house and walking half a mile down the mountain road, Liu Shisui only stepped up with his sword.

He did not want Jing Jiu to see this picture because he was worried that it would stimulate the other party.

Feijian walked up the cliff, and soon broke through a few scattered clouds and came into the extremely high night sky.

The cold wind threw his face. Liu Shisui didn't use Jianyuan's body protection, but instead of feeling cold, he was a little hot.

For him now, flying the sword is undoubtedly the most exciting thing.

Looking at the clouds under the stars, at Xijianxi below, and at the peaks not far away, he couldn't help but scream, and then he woke up and quickly covered his mouth and looked around.

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Jing Jiu looked up into the night sky.

The shout came from the extremely high night sky. No one at the inner gate disciples by the stream should hear it. For him, whose ear power is far superior to his peers, it clearly seemed to be in his ear.

He could hear the ten-year-old voice, and he could hear the excitement in the voice even more.

Liu Shisui's realm has risen so rapidly that he can fly the sword in only one year, and he is not surprised.

The advantages of the natural Dao species will be truly exerted after entering the inner door.

Liang Wangfeng started the layout ahead of time and wanted to get Liu Shisui at the Cheng Jian Conference. Those guys had some vision.

It's just that the taste of Liang Wangfeng now makes him a little disliked.

He touched the bracelet on his left wrist and thought, okay, he did n’t like Liangwang Peak from the beginning, which is proof.

"Brother? Good man? What ..."

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(There are two sentences in the previous chapters that are likely to cause misunderstandings and are considered to be mischievous. For example, transplanting rice seedlings and Jing Jiujin ’s inner door, I think it ’s inappropriate, of course, it ’s me, although I did not think about it when I wrote it, I deleted it directly and report it to everyone.)