The Path Toward Heaven

On the west side of the peak of Bihu, there is a group of palaces before the white cliff, where is the fairy house where the teachers and students of Bihufeng practice.

Master Feng Chengcheng stood in front of the ebb tide hall, looking at the lake island in the distance, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and he was a bit worried.

He is a disciple of the former generation of Bihufeng, and he is not in the same vein as Lei Poyun.

Over the years, he has been meditating in the hidden peaks deep in the mountains, but he vaguely knows that something has happened between the nine peaks. Not wanting the old monster from Shang Defeng to take it away, he would never return from Yinfeng to defeat Chi Ban before the Cheng Jian Conference.

The thunderstorm tonight came much stronger than expected, and I do n’t know what it means.

Bihufeng has already died of two important figures, and he did not die in the battle with the demon, but died horribly.

Many Bihufeng disciples, because of their indignation, wanted to find the head to get an answer, and he was forced to suppress it.

Is this a punishment?Because Bihufeng did that kind of evil?

He looked at the hundreds of lightning in the cobweb in the night sky, thinking in awe.

Many people in Jiufeng are also looking at Bihu Peak, enjoying the rare beauty.

Only a few people can vaguely perceive the abnormal situation in Tianwei.

On the cliff of Tianguang Peak, beside the fence of Shangde Peak, the tallest figure between the two green mountains looked at the direction of Bihu Peak, and said nothing.

Countless lightnings leaked from the night sky and were washed into a dreamlike appearance by heavy rain.

Looking at such beautiful scenery, what are they thinking?

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If the white cat really takes action, even if he is different from ordinary monks, he may die.

Jing Jiu thought in silence.

For him now, that white cat is too scary.

"I know you didn't participate in that thing because you didn't have the courage."

I don't know why. The more vigilant he was of the white cat, the more casual his attitude was, and he was especially confident.

"But if you still choose not to be on my side this time, then you know exactly what I will do."

After saying this, he turned to leave.

On the surface, his words are still tough enough, and the movement of leaving seems to be very casual, without putting the white cat in his eyes.

But at the next moment, he knew he was wrong. He forgot how detailed the observation of the white cat was. The turning point seemed too sudden.

Sure enough, the white cat suddenly raised his right paw and waved at him at a distance of tens of feet.

It was still very vigilant and careful, its claws were not straightened, and it seemed to be ready to retract at any time.

So this movement of it looks very cute, just like to tickle Jing Jiu.

In fact, this action is terrible.

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The large net woven by hundreds of lightnings stretched into the night sky for dozens of squares, and suddenly pulled and deformed.

As if there was an invisible giant hand, scratched in the night sky.

A lot of lightning broke from it, merged with each other in a very short time, turned into a very thick beam of light, and fell towards Bihu.

The cold light ripped out of the cat's claws easily tore through the dense rain and came to him.

At the same time, the very thick lightning came with the cold light.

With a muffled sound, lightning and cold light accurately hit Jing Jiu's chest and abdomen, in no particular order.

No crying, no screaming, Jing Jiu was like an unconscious stone, directly flew to hundreds of feet away.

He landed in the lake, the splashes were not big, and the sound was less likely to exceed the rainstorm.

The lake gradually calmed down.

The calm here refers to what it should look like in a rainstorm, those waves that are evenly smeared.

The white cat left the palace and walked slowly to the lake.

The long hair drenched by the heavy rain was pulled, but its appearance was not embarrassed, but it was very majestic.

It looks like a beast king inspecting the territory, watching the lake quietly, focused and alert.

I don't know how long it has passed, there is still no movement in the lake.

The vigilance in his eyes faded away, and he became proud and cruel.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank into beans, and his body shifted slightly to the right, ready to turn around and escape.

The Bihu under the heavy rain seemed to be as before.

Gradually, a wave appeared on the water surface, and Jing Jiu came out.

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In the rain, one person and one cat faced off.

Jing Jiu knew that the white cat's paw didn't really want to kill himself, it was just a temptation.

Of course, he died directly, and the white cat would also be very happy.

Or, it determines that it is weak and can be killed at any time, then ... it may really kill him.

Cats are such an animal.

When it needs to be fed by the owner, it can be gentle and humble.

When the owner is unable to provide food, it will jump out of the window without hesitation, and there will never be a little bit of nostalgia.

Even more terrifying is that if you die and it has no food to eat, then you will become its food.

The most terrible thing is that at that time, it will often start to bite from your head and face, the white hair is stained with blood, and the picture is touching.

Jing Jiu walked towards the white cat.

His breathing was steady, and his steps were steady. Except for the broken shirt on his chest, he couldn't see anything strange.

The scary lightning and the cold light from the cat's claws did not seem to have any effect on him.

Looking at the scene, the white cat's tight pupils showed strong confusion, and then it was uneasy.

Why are you still dead?Why don't you have a thing?

Jing Jiu walked to the white cat and squatted down, raising his right hand.

The white cat stared at his hand, trying to turn around and escape, but somehow did not move.

Its fur is all erected, and it looks extra vigilant because it feels dangerous.

This danger does not come from Jing Jiu's strength, but from its instinct, or the imprint that has been imprinted in its soul for countless years.

"Liu Da."

Jing Jiu looked at the white cat and said, "I've been feeding you for so many years, but I still don't keep it well?"

Unexpectedly, this white cat would have such a strange name.

Jing Jiu's hand fell.

The white cat turned to pretend not to see his movements, but his body was trembling slightly, apparently enduring the urge to escape.

Jing Jiuxin thought that you were still bullying and timid as before, and timid and sensitive. Before you know the details of the other party, you dare not move.

Thinking of these things, his hand had fallen on the white cat's head and rubbed it gently.

Jing Jiu touched the cat very skillfully.

His hand slid from the top of the white cat's head over his neck to his back, until he swept like a breeze in front of his tail.

Then he repeated this action again.

From beginning to end, it seems that it will never stop.

If you let Chi Yan or Meili and others see this scene, you will no longer doubt that he was born in Guocheng Temple.

He touched the heads of Liu Shisui and Zhao Layue in the same way.

This is just his habit and has nothing to do with empowerment.

As he stroked, the white cat gradually stopped shaking, and his emotions became more stable.

Jing Jiu looked at the white cat and asked: "Are you worried that he is still alive, if you stand on my side, he will come to you in the future?"

The white cat was lying on the grass wet by the rain, and did not feel uncomfortable. Hearing this interrogation, he still looked away, but his ears moved.

Jing Jiu understood its meaning.

——You asked for knowing it.

"So, between us, you decided to remain neutral?"

Jing Jiu continued to ask.

The white cat turned his head and looked at him faintly.

——A perverted pair of brothers like you, who would I offend?

"I see, it turned out to be like this."

Jing Jiu's voice was like the ragged white clothes on his body.

He stood up and looked at the palace under the west cliff, and said, "Lei Poyun's child was afraid that he didn't know anything, but it was a pity because he died."

The white cat thought that the idiot would die and die. What a pity.

"I will come to see you later."

Jing Jiu looked at the white cat and said.

The white cat gave him an indifferent glance, meaning that you can say it alive.

Jing Jiu walked into the Bihu, and soon disappeared into the water, and could no longer be seen.

The white cat turned back and came to a big tree.

The wild cats on the tree have long avoided.

The white cat jumped lightly, like a ghost, to the top of a tree more than ten feet tall.

It lay lazily on its front paws, and didn't even care about the rain.

Looking at the lake, he confirmed that Jing Jiu had really left, and the cruelty in his eyes disappeared instantly.

The thunderstorm gradually stopped, the soul tree in the hall automatically sank, entered the spiritual vein to nourish itself, and the island returned to calm.

The night clouds dispersed, and the stars appeared again.

The starlight fell on Bihu, and Bihu seemed to become a mirror.

The white cat lay quietly on the tree and looked at Bihu, the emotion in his eyes became a little warmer, and there was still some memory.

The bark is still not as comfortable as rubbing his palm, it is warm and soft.

It suddenly felt tired.

Jing Jiu's realm is indeed very low, but the mental pressure brought by it is too strong.

It yawned, mouth wide open.

The night sky is dim, the silver lake is twinkling, and the starlight seems to be much less at this moment.

Like who was swallowed.