The Path Toward Heaven

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Invited by the old, mountain companion.Thousands of miles came to know Lushan.Love the wine Yang Xiongun regardless.Heaven and neighbors come to comfort the poor and sad eyes.

It seemed to be scary, blowing and falling.Draw Ge Hengjiang, looking off the south bank of the river.There is no end to end.The song was cleared, and the pear blossoms were full.

(Su Muzhe. Song: Zhou Zizhi)

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In the early morning, Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue left Shenmofeng.

They walked 800 miles in one go, went out of Nansong Pavilion, and ate a hot pot in Yunji Town.

Zhao Layue ate seven plates of crispy meat, drank three cans of fruit wine, and Jing Jiu scalded a few slices of vegetables, and used white soup.

In the afternoon, they set off and walked hundreds of miles to the city outside of Shangzhou.

Shangzhou City is not particularly large, but there are five official roads that intersect here, and the geographical location is extremely important, so the imperial court is very strict.

There are guards outside the city gate. Although they will also collect some copper plates and let them go quickly, the inspection of pedestrians will not be relaxed.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue stood under the Liting outside the city and looked at the direction of the city gate for a long time.

They have a very troublesome problem that cannot be solved.

How to get into the city?

Jing Jiu once again recalled the travel regulations and dynasty-related regulations that he had read, and found that there was no other way.

"Directly approaching the sword, there should be a fairy house dedicated to receiving practitioners in the city." He said to Zhao Layue.

Zhao Layue was annoyed.

At the beginning, she said that she should follow the sword, but Jing Jiu disagreed, saying that since she wanted to travel, why not be in such a hurry, and don't reveal her identity as well.

Jing Jiu said: "Otherwise, there must be a guide issued by the government."

Zhao Layue looked at him and asked, "Do you have any?"

Jing Jiu said, "When we leave, we can go to Xilaifeng for a few servings."

Zhao Layue said, "Is that right now?"

Jing Jiuwang said to the carriages on the official road, and said to himself: "I don't know if there are pictures on the road guide."

Zhao Layue Muran said: "The mountains are ashamed."

Yes, Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue are two people who have no common sense in life.

In Qingshan, they can't see any difference, but when they come to the real world, this problem will be revealed.

They dedicate themselves to the Dao, and all their time and energy are focused on the difficult issues of spiritual practice and understanding of heaven and earth. They do not care about the trivial things in life.

In the small village at the beginning, Jing Jiu spent nine days learning farming, housework and labor. Others still did not learn, such as dealing with people.

Whether at the Liu family, at Nansong Pavilion, at Xijianxi, at Shenmofeng, he is alone, and does not need to deal with people.

Zhao Layue is slightly better than his situation, but it is also limited.She was not born yet, it was the future of Qingshan Sect's key care. After she arrived in the world, she had been preparing for monasticism and learning all kinds of difficult knowledge. Most of the time alone, such as Jianfeng.

In the world of monasticism, they are amazingly talented people, and in the normal world, they will look awkward.

There is no other way, then you can only choose the most direct way.

Of course, that approach is not a waypoint that Jing Jiu once considered.

The twilight was getting darker and the vision was blurred. He and Zhao Layue walked to the most remote section of the city wall in Shangzhou City. The sword light flashed and disappeared from the place.

Feijian landed in a lonely alley.

Zhao Layue asked: "Where to go?"

Jing Jiu said: "I haven't lived in Xianju, I heard it's good."

Zhao Layue said: "Since it's a journey, it's like staying in an inn as if Guocheng Temple is in the red."

Jing Jiu thought about what was written in the book, with some worries, and said: "I heard that the inn is dirty and the feet smell bad."

Zhao Layue really didn't know that. Looking for a better inn, wouldn't mortals not wash their feet?

What else did Jing Jiu want to say, Zhao Layue directly said: "I am a sister, listen to me."

"Ok."

The two left the alley and walked towards the street full of lights outside.

Zhao Layue suddenly stopped and said, "You will wait for me later."

A moment later, she came back from the alley, holding two hats in her hands.

Jing Jiu took over the hat and asked, "Why?"

Zhao Layue didn't speak and gestured with his hand on his face.

This has become a common action in the Jiufeng Peak. As long as you see this action, you know that Jing Jiu is being said.

Jing Jiu had never seen this action himself, but it did not prevent him from quickly understanding what Zhao Layue meant.

He put on the hat and asked in a low voice: "Can you still see it?"

The light from outside the lane shone on him, and the hat covered most of his face, but even the exposed part was too amazing.

Zhao Layue reached out and squeezed his hat tightly down. After looking around, he nodded in satisfaction.

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Xianju is the best restaurant and inn in Shangzhou.

This is the result of Zhao Layue bravely asking several passers-by.

The inn was brightly lit and the windows were clean. Although it was a bit noisy, it looked good.

Zhao Layue was more satisfied, and Jing Jiu looked at the three words on the plaque and was not satisfied.

Entering the inn and coming to the shopkeeper, Zhao Layue suddenly became silent.

Jing Jiu was a little puzzled, and then thought that she should have forgotten to bring money.

He will never forget this kind of thing. He always remembers that money is the most important thing, and his status in the small mountain village is largely derived from this.

He took a golden leaf and handed it to the shopkeeper. He said earnestly, "I want the best room."

No one would wear a hat to enter the inn to ask for a room, and no one would use gold leaves to pay for the room, but ... it was gold leaves after all.

Whatever weird people are, as long as you have money.

"Tianzi Room A! Look at this name, just for you two."

The shopkeeper put a sincere smile on his face, summoned Xiao Er, and told him to take the guests up.

When I came to the door of the room and looked at the wooden sign saying Tian Zi A, Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue were satisfied.

After entering the room, Zhao Layue looked at the furnishings around him and found that it was really good.

Jing Jiu thought about one thing and asked, "How can you buy a hat without money?"

Zhao Layue was stunned and didn't answer this question. He found a clean floor and sat on his knees, closed his eyes and began to recuperate.

"Qingshan is ashamed."

Jing Jiu shook his head and said with a smile.

Zhao Layue ignored him.

A white mist emerged from the top of her head, straight like a line, like a sword.

Jing Jiujie's iron sword behind him turned his mind slightly, and a dark flame grew on the dark sword.

He stretched out his hand and put the flame on his face, rubbed two, and the dust stained on the journey of thousands of miles disappeared, revealing clean skin like jade.

Moments later, Zhao Layue's interest rate adjustment ended, his eyes opened, black and white, very beautiful.

She glanced at Jing Jiuyi, thought for a moment, and reached into the air to condense the water with Dao Fa and wash her face.

A knock on the door sounded, and Xiao Er walked in with a basin of hot water, and two snow-white towels between his elbows.

"Guest, you ..."

Xiaoer looked at Zhao Layue's face and froze.

He put the basin on the ground, looked at Jing Jiu, and said, "Will you ..."

The voice stopped suddenly again.

He rubbed his eyes, and he couldn't believe what he saw.

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(Busy in Wuhan, the latest update may be a little messy, just one chapter today.)