The Path Toward Heaven

No one came to ask Jing Jiu, nor did the strong man on Defeng suddenly appear to take him to the cold sword prison.

Obviously, Liu Shisui didn't tell anyone that he was not in Dongfu that night.

He learned from his sister Yushan that during the recent period, Liu Shisui ’s practice has become more and more painstaking, even harder than in the previous three years, and the teenager has become more silent, not knowing what he is thinking about every day, only knowing him The realm of is rising at an unimaginable speed.

Jing Jiu probably knew where Liu Shisui's painstaking training and silence came from, and he was only silent about it.

Other sword-washing disciples are also hard at work, and they can see many figures on Jianfeng every day, and some have been able to walk to the outside of the clouds.

In the following days, disciples succeeded in taking swords from Jianfeng. From time to time, the banks of Jianxi Creek were able to hear cheerful laughter, strange noises, and crying.

The disciples naturally cherish the fairy swords so hard to get, and they are not enough to describe their love. No matter they are in class or eating, they will take the sword with them and carefully learn the appearance of the brothers and sisters, using the softest ribbon. Fasten it and carry it behind your back.

As for which ribbon should be used, which kind of knotting method is best to see, and the pressure on the sword body is the least, naturally becomes the main topic of chatting in the sword washing pavilion.

Some disciples even hold the sword in their arms even when going to the toilet and sleeping.

In this case, it was not until Qing Rongfeng's Uncle Meili let out a temper, but he slightly converged.

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Jing Jiu did not leave the Dong Mansion. These things were told by Yushan Sister and the young boy with the surname of Lelang County.

For him, these are episodes that don't require much attention.

It was only an episode for him to meet Zhao Layue and kill the Bihufeng master at the summit that night.

When he wanted to come to Zhao Layue, he was smart enough, and it should be clear that two people with secrets should keep their distance, then this matter should stop here.

He did not expect a slight deviation in his deduction.

So he became famous again, more famous than before.

A news spread across the banks of Xijian Creek.

People who heard this news were shocked.

There was a lot of noise in the Xijian Pavilion, and there was a lot of discussion.

The singer Xue Yong cried and shouted, "How is this possible!"

Then he felt weird, as if he had had exactly the same reaction when he was in Nansong Pavilion.

This news even alarmed Meili and other practitioners in the Xijian Pavilion.

Both Qing Rongfeng's uncle and Lin Wuzhi had deep expectations for Jing Jiu, but did not expect him to be famous so quickly.

At the stone wall at the end of the stream, the fat man Hua Hua handed the cotton towel to Liu Shisui, who was soaked in water. He looked at him and said with a smile: "Do you know? Your son is famous again."

Liu Shisui's hand wiping his face stiffened slightly, raised his head after a moment of silence, and asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

"Zhao Layue ended his practice at Jianfeng and returned to Xijianxi."

Ma Hua said with emotion: "It seems that she actually completed the Jianyi quenching body."

Liu Shisui was stunned.

Zhao Layue is the idol of all ordinary disciples and his idol. He has never seen this legendary sister.

Sister Sister ’s practice at Jianfeng is of course a big deal, but what does this have to do with ...

"The problem is that after Zhao Layue came down to the peak, he did not go to the Xijian Pavilion to see the teacher and did not return to his cave, but went to Jing Jiu's cave."

Ma Hua looked at somewhere in the lower reaches of the Xihe River and said with emotion: "She is now with Jing Jiu ... talking."

Liu Shisui breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the son was of course extraordinary, and only a genius like Sister La Yue, he was willing to say a few more words.

Thinking about the days when Jing Jiu was with him, he talked very little, and he suddenly felt a little inferior.

MCA withdrew his eyes and glanced at him, saying, "You don't want to see it?"

Liu Shisui shook his head, spread cotton towels on the stone and waited to be dried by the sun, walked back into the stream, and continued to concentrate on practicing the sword.

Looking at the thin figure on the creek surface, Ma Hua narrowed his eyes slightly.

He didn't know what happened to this little guy.

In recent days, Liu Shisui has become more silent and more diligent. It seems that he finally found a goal and seemed to be under pressure.

The swordsmanship of Liang Wangfeng lies in perseverance and perseverance. Liu Shisui's performance should be a good thing, but he always feels that something is wrong.

Walking back to the natural pavilion surrounded by several green trees, he looked at Gu Han and asked, "Do you still insist that Jing Jiu is a waste?"

Gu Han said with a blank expression: "Those who can't afford the sword are waste, even if he is a genius in the eyes of the world."

Ma Hua understood what he meant, and said no more.

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The lesson at Xijianxi was over, and dozens of disciples poured out of the Xijian Pavilion and came to the stream.

Some of them were washing swords in the creek, some were washing fruits and eating in the creek, and some were gathering and chatting casually.

In fact, all of them were watching the cliffs across the stream.

There is Daoping between the cliffs, behind which is the cave house, which is no different from other cave houses on the cliff wall.

At this time, there were two figures vaguely in front of that cave.

"Is it really Sister Zhao?"

"Did you read it wrong?"

"The inner door where Yu Kun and her sister entered, once spent the same time in the Xijian Pavilion for dozens of days, how could he be wrong?"

"Sister Zhao really went down the mountain? Why is she there?"

"Look! She is really talking to Jing Jiu!"

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The disciples by the river whispered, excited and nervous.

For them, Zhao Layue is the most respectable sister, but also an untouchable fairy.

Everyone knows that Sister Zhao's temperament is indifferent and unremarkable. She treats everyone the same and has a great sense of distance. Even if she wants to call her two forgetting peaks, she doesn't want to be close. Will you come to Jing Jiu to study hard?

The most important thing is that she is really talking with Jing Jiu.

Is there any great thing about Jing Jiuzhen?

A few days ago, he directly shocked many people at Jianfeng, but he failed to take the sword directly after all, which is nothing.

"In the past two years or so, I have never seen anything done by Brother Jing, but at every critical moment, there will always be an amazing move, which is really hidden."

The young man with the surname Yuan from Lelang County looked at the picture on the opposite bank enviously.

Who doesn't envy Jing Jiu at this moment?

"Is the master sister also a layman?"

A disciple said puzzled.

Everyone asked what he meant.

The disciple raised his hand and gestured on his face.

Everyone understood what he meant and laughed and scolded.

"I know!" Xue Yongge suddenly waved his arms beside him, and said indignantly: "Jing Jiu must be practicing secretly every night, coming to sleep during the day, deliberately pretending to be breezy, otherwise how could he enter Jianfeng In Yunli, can you still meet the elder sister? I have seen so many people like this in the state school! It is really hypocritical! "

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In the eyes of fellow students across the stream, Jing Jiu is the most enviable object, but he is still the same as usual, not much talk.

He even lay on the bamboo chair. If it weren't for the apes and monkeys behind the cliff who moved two large stones, I really don't know where Zhao Layue should sit.

"Hurt?"

"Ok."

"Jianyi quenched body is over?"

"Ok."

Jing Jiu's words are few, and Zhao Layue's words are not many.

He felt good about it.

Liu Shisui is also very good, but sometimes nagging.

He didn't have much experience of chatting, thinking that the conversation was over, he looked back at the porcelain plate, with a grain of sand in his hand, thinking where to put it.

Zhao Layue didn't speak, closed his eyes, and began to meditate in the sun, absorbing the spirit of heaven and earth.

The injury that night was basically all right, and the medicine that Jing Jiu gave her was very effective.But after staying in Jianfeng for more than a year, Jianyi quenched her body, and accompanied her, her body suffered a lot of damage, there were many very small holes in the meridians, and the spirituality of Jianwan was also affected. It takes time to patch slowly.

Not knowing how long it had passed, she opened her eyes and found that the sun was leaning west.

Jing Jiu was still holding the grain of sand, looking at the porcelain plate, exactly the same as the first posture.

It seems that time has only passed for a moment.

Zhao Layue looked at him and felt that this teenager was a little unfathomable.

The unfathomable here is not about real power, but something else.

Being able to have such terrible patience must be extraordinary.

Jing Jiu seems to be playing chess, some are uncertain.

Zhao Layue's eyes fell on the porcelain plate, looked at the fine sand piled in the plate, looked at it for a long time, and said, "Some meaning."

Jing Jiu raised his head, glanced at her, and said, "Interesting."

He did not expect that the little girl could see the meaning.

Zhao Layue said: "It's too difficult, I'm gone."

Obviously, although she finds it interesting, she does not think that the most cherishable time should be put on such things.

Jing Jiu said, "Okay."

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After a few days, Zhao Layue came again.

Looking at the sword light that fell in front of Jingjiudong Mansion, the disciples across the stream were still shocked.

"coming?"

Jing Jiu discovered that her hair was still so short, so messy, and covered with gray, like a bush of wild grass in the wasteland.

I don't know if this image is too clear in sword knowledge, he suddenly felt thirsty.

There is no Liu Shisui to make tea, and his teapot is filled with springs from monkeys every day.

The teapot is on the stone table, and he is in the bamboo chair.

He was about to reach out and remembered someone around him, so he looked at Zhao Layue naturally.

Zhao Layue asked, "What do you mean?"

Jing Jiu said, "Pour me a glass of water."

Zhao Layue said, "No."

"Oh."

Jing Jiu realized that she was not Liu Shisui.

The clear mountain spring tastes no worse than tea.

He thought while drinking the water in the glass.

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