The Path Toward Heaven

The night was deep, and suddenly the sound of apes and monkeys came from the cliff, and after a while, it returned to silence, seeming to be surprised.

Gu Qing and the boy with the surname Yuan walked out of the cave and looked at the figure that came up the mountain road, and they were very surprised, especially Gu Qing.

The man was wearing a blue cloth sword shirt and looked like ink in the night, but it didn't feel dirty and was very clean.

What do you do at the end of the night when Shennan Peak crosses Nanshan?Is it because you are not satisfied with the injury during the day and come to trouble?

Gu Qing has been a sword boy in Nanshan for many years, but now he sees the old master at the end of the God's Peak. It is inevitable that his expression is a little unnatural.

Jing Jiu sat in a bamboo chair, ignored it, and did not get up.

In terms of seniority, he is the uncle of Nanshan, which is normal.

However, crossing Nanshan is the first apprentice with a special status. No matter which peak you go to in the past, you will get the gift from the peak master. When have you been treated like this?

But he didn't react, and sat down on the cliffside rock by himself.

The young man with the surname Yuan looked at Gu Qing nervously, and asked with his eyes if he should make tea for the guests?

Gu Qing stood still and did not move.

Seeing Nanshan a moment ago, he naturally prepared to walk to the cliff to make tea.

He used to do this kind of thing in Liangwangfeng in the past.

He knows that Nanshan likes to drink cheap jasmine tea, and he prefers to cook a bowl of black tea in a Xihai iron pot before falling asleep.

But soon he woke up.

Now he is no longer the sword boy of Liang Wangfeng, but a disciple of Shen Mofeng, who only needs to listen to the command of the teacher.

If Jing Jiu let him make tea, he would make it, and if Jing Jiu didn't speak, he wouldn't make it. It's that simple.

After Nanshan did not look after Gu Qing, he reached for the teapot on the table, poured a glass of cold water, and said, "The lungs are injured and it is easy to be thirsty."

His injury originated from Jing Jiu, but his voice was calm, with no other meaning, just an explanation.

"This matter has nothing to do with you, I made a mistake myself."

Guo Nan looked at Jing Jiu and said, "I broke into the wilderness a few days ago, and I was a little too proud. Today I tried to use my sword beyond my ability to get this lesson."

Jing Jiu glanced at him.

Guo Nanshan continued: "I told you three years ago that you might have misunderstood Liangwang Peak. Now it seems that the misunderstanding is very deep."

Jing Jiu said, "Do you want to resolve the misunderstanding?"

Guo Nanshan shook his head and said: "What you see may not be true, not to mention words, you said that our way is different, then don't force it."

Jing Jiu said: "Then why did you come to the end of God?"

Guo Nanshan said: "I'm here to tell you that if there is such a thing in the future, I hope you don't do too much like today."

Jing Jiu did not speak.

Guo Nanshan then said: "This is a request, not a weakness. Brother Gu Han already knows your sword fighting style, and it is impossible for you to be defeated again."

He didn't mention himself in this sentence-since Jing Jiu couldn't even overcome Gu Han, let alone him.

Jing Jiu said to him: "If you just say these inexplicable words, don't come here in the future."

This is what it means to drop off guests.

Or chase customers.

Gu Qing stepped forward and raised his right hand, beckoning please.

Guo Nanshan gave him a deep look and said nothing.

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Visiting Shenmofeng at night is to visit the teacher, and the sword is broken, so I chose to walk over Nanshan.

He left the peak and came to the cliff, looking at the wooden house occupied by apes, he couldn't help shaking his head.

Looking back, under the starry sky, Gufeng is like a sword.

Qingshan Jiufeng, this peak is the most lonely, the most natural.

He came here tonight and naturally had an idea.

The fairy sword was broken and the injury was not light. He came to visit all night without criticism, only suggestions.

He felt that he had released enough goodwill and showed enough grace.

Unexpectedly, Jing Jiu was so indifferent.

He then thought of Gu Qing, the sword boy who had served himself for many years, couldn't help Jian Mei slightly picking.

——Is there any magic power of this solitary peak, all people who come here will become like Uncle Shi?

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"If you have another fight with Gu Han, is there a chance?"

Zhao Layue walked out of the cave and asked Jing Jiu.

She heard a few words from Nanshan.

Jing Jiu said: "I told you that my talent for swordsmanship is unmatched in the mountains."

Zhao Layue said: "Even if he adapts to your sword fighting style?"

Jing Jiu said: "You have to remember one thing."

Zhao Layue listened carefully.

Gu Qing and the young surname Yuan were focused.

Jing Jiu said: "Everything is a sword, how can there be only one style?"

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From Tianguang Peak to Nansong Pavilion, six hundred miles.

Three hundred miles from Nansong Pavilion to Xiaoshan Village.

If you control the sword, it only takes more than one hour, even if the sword is not good, you need to stop from time to time to rest, meditation to reply, it will only take half a day at most.

If you walk, it takes eight or nine days.

If it is a person who has just been abolished to repair and destroy Jian Wan, it will take a whole month.

Back at the small mountain village, looking at the bamboo forest and the square pond that had not been seen for three years, Liu Shisui seemed to regain some strength, and his weak footsteps became stable.

Walking to the small courtyard, looking at the half-closed wooden door, he hesitated for a long time before shouting: "Dad, I'm back."

At night.

Liu Shisui lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Across the thin earth wall, the voice in the next room was very clear, and the scolding with disappointment and anger had been replaced by a long sigh.

If it were n’t for Liu Mu ’s quick stop, and seeing that his body was indeed weak, Father Liu would have interrupted the stick in his hand.

The next room was quiet for a while, and Liu Mu's crying sounded again.

Liu Shisui looked at the roof and felt a little pain in his heart.

Jian Wan was ruined, and the meridians were broken. Even after a whole month, he still felt very painful.

The only thing that comforted him was that, just like the last time he came back, his parents were in good health, his hair was black and there was no white, and there were no wrinkles on his face.

The next day, many villagers learned the news and came to Liu's house.

The old village head asked about the situation, and he smoked a pot of pots for a long while. Finally, he couldn't say anything comforting, just patted Liu Shisui's shoulder.

On the third day, Liu Shisui felt almost at rest and walked out of the house.

Now it's spring plowing and the farm work is very heavy. He wants to help.

There is a distance from home to his own field.

He saw a lot of villagers on the road, with familiar uncles and brothers, and some children he did not know.

Those children should have been born in these seven years in Qingshan.

Whether it is a villager who knows or a child who does not know, when he sees him, he will turn his face subconsciously.

When he walks over, people's eyes will fall back on him, to be precise on his back.

The emotions in those sights are complicated, with mockery, contempt, and fear.

Liu Shisui was able to feel this without turning back.

When he came to his own field, he found that the water had been filled, the water surface was very quiet, and the sky and white clouds were a little beautiful.

Father Liu was dividing seedlings. Mother Liu just hit two crocks of mountain spring water and was ready to go home to cook. When he came over, he said nothing.

Taking the seedlings from his father, Liu Shisui stepped into the paddy field.

His feet fell into the wet mud, failed to stand firm, and with weakness, he sat down.

Laughter sounded in the paddy field not far away, and somehow disappeared soon, then swearing and crying sounded.

The blue sky and white clouds reflected on the water surface scattered into fragments.

Liu Shisui sat in the paddy field for a while, only to remember that he was already a waste.