The Path Toward Heaven

The south facing city hasn't fully awakened, and countless smoke rises in smoke. You can imagine how prosperous and lively the city should be during the day.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue stood side by side, and the hats had already been thrown away.

They only found out when they walked the night before, because they walked too fast and the wind wasn't too small, and the hats were easily blown away.

At this time, they covered the entire head and face with two gray cloth towels and looked at some ascetic monks like Guocheng Temple in the north.

The turbid water of the river is indeed very murky, the water is extremely fierce, and the river is full of turbulence and eddies. It looks extremely dangerous, and who knows what monster is hidden inside?

Many years ago, the people on both sides of the strait did not dare to cross the river by boat, which meant that the traffic was cut off. Hidden in the meantime to suppress the monster, so that is the fundamental solution to the problem.

Because the turbid river is too wide, the middle of this circular arch bridge is also very high, especially when the clouds are rising, looking across the river, the bridge seems to be leading to the sky, it is extremely magnificent, so there is a pass The name of the flyover has little to do with the name of Chaotian Continent.

Standing on the shore and looking at this extremely spectacular Takahashi, Jing Jiu's mood was a little strange.

After reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles, what the sages said made sense.

When he was very young, he had finished reading 10,000 volumes of books, and then Yu Jian had been to many places, but he was devoted to the Tao, and his time and energy were above his spiritual practice. There are not many scenic views, and even if you are traveling, you are flying at high altitude, which is not what you feel now.

At that time he flew the highest, overlooking the earth, all landscapes were flat paintings in his eyes.

Now he is no longer so tall, he needs to look up to see the scenery, which is a bit inconvenient, but the painting is three-dimensional and more vivid.

"I haven't finished my homework today."

Zhao Layue accompanied him for a while at the edge of the cliff. He felt wasted a lot of time and reminded him.

Looking at her, Jing Jiu seemed to see himself, smiling and said, "Go."

Of course, there is nothing wrong with the heart, whether it was him then or now.

It is just that now he has the qualifications and leisure time to look at the scenery that he once missed compared to him.

It is just that the acquisition of this qualification will always make him feel unhappy, even painful.

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The Tongtianqiao is very old, and there are cracks everywhere on the road surface. In some places, there are even half-fist-sized holes. You can see the water surface below and look quite scary, but feel the real ground coming from under your feet As strong as it is, and with the hidden atmosphere of the sword formation, Jing Jiu believes that even if it is hit by wind and rain for thousands of years, this seemingly worn stone bridge will not have problems, even if it is all the rivers in the turbid water The demon collective attack, can not shake this bridge.

The higher the bridge deck, the higher the distance to the middle of the river, and the distance from the water is more than a hundred feet.

Zhao Layue pointed to a white cliff upstream and said, "That mouth was knocked out by the ghost eyes."

Jing Jiu is very aware of this monster. The ghost-headed mud carp is a particularly cruel and terrible monster. Sex likes to eat people. Men, women and children are not picky. Layer of yarn mist.

The problem is that, shortly after the ghost-eyed carp started to do evil in the turbid water, the Qingshan Sect was alarmed, and he had already been killed by the previous generation of disciples of Liang Wangfeng. After this battle, when did the monster come back to life again after many years?

But there has always been a saying that the big demon in the turbid water came back from the West Sea.As for the West Sea, those big demon may be from the sky and the sea from one of the three vortexes.There have always been rumors that the deep hanging waterfalls along the sea and the sky can lead directly to the underworld.

In this way, these great monsters are most likely driven by the underworld, so it is normal to see a batch every dozens or hundreds of years.

Jing Jiu has not been to the Underworld, nor does he know whether these inferences are true or false, thinking that if there is a chance in the future, he still has to go to the mainland to find friends.

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There is a nine-storey building facing the west of the south city. The exterior wall is gray, very inconspicuous, but it is a very famous place.

This is Baoshuju, the largest auction house in Nanhe Prefecture.

In the early morning, two people with gray cloths covering their heads and faces appeared in front of the gray wall of Baoshuju. They looked strange and attracted some attention.

There were several sword lights across the sky in the distance, and the alarm could be heard faintly.

Jing Jiu said: "Sure enough it's wrong."

Not long ago, Zhao Layue took Yu Jian directly and rushed in from the west city wall, which naturally disturbed the official palace and monks of Chaonan City.

Zhao Layue glanced at him and said, "Will we wait until it gets dark? We don't have so much time."

What did Jing Jiu think about that?Seeing that the monk in Chaonan City has chased Yu Jian, do you want to show your identity?

At that time, he rarely stayed in the city when he traveled with his sword. The few times he went to Chaoge City were received by the emperor. Where did he encounter this kind of thing.

"Just go in."

Zhao Layue took him to Baoshu Curie.

"What is this place?"

"The auction house, the principal is a mortal, but the backstage is very hard, no one in the south of the city dares to offend him."

Jing Jiu asked: "His backstage?"

Zhao Layue said: "It's us."

Jing Jiu realized that this auction house was actually the peripheral industry of Qingshanzong.

Through the hidden door on the gray wall, the two entered Baoshuju.

The manager who received them was about forty years old, with a pair of extremely thin beards, eyes very divine, and looked like a mouse, but it did not feel slippery.

The steward looked at the two men who covered their heads with gray cloths and smiled and said, "Can you trouble the two to show their faces?"

Zhao Layue said, "No."

The steward did not insist, pointing to the outside of the building and smiling: "Those flying swords?"

Zhao Layue said, "Yes, they came to us."

"Then you should be clear about the rules. Baoshuju can only guarantee the safety of the guests in the building. If you leave, we will not control it."

The steward looked at her and said with a smile: "Of course, the first thing to make sure is whether you are our guest."

Guests who want to become Baoshuju are very simple or very difficult.

The reason is simple, because you only need to pay a fortune, you can exchange for a wooden sign of Baoshuju.

With this wooden sign, anyone can bid for the treasures in the building, and Baoshuju will charge a 20% fee.

As for the difficulty, it is because this wealth figure is unimaginable to ordinary people, even some practitioners are not always able to get it.

With the experience of the inn, Zhao Layue looked directly at Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu thought for a while and took out a large handful of gold leaves before putting them in charge.

This pile of gold leaves is enough to buy a large house in Chaonan City.

The steward showed a slightly mocking look.