The Path Toward Heaven

After seeing a pot of white soup, Jing Jiu put on a hat and fasten the cloth, went down to the restaurant, and walked into the carriage.

This car was prepared by Gu's family in advance.

The Gu family is a ancestor of the Nanhe Prefecture. Many children practice in Qingshan, and now there are two elders repairing in Tianguangfeng and Shiyuefeng respectively.

As a disciple, how can Gu Qing let Jing Jiu work hard for such a trivial matter?

Over the past year, Gu Qing's status in the family has changed a lot.No matter how you look at it, the first apprentice of Shenmofeng is also very promising. Although it is still not as good as Gu Han's status in Qingshan, who knows what will happen in the future, the big family will naturally not make mistakes in this kind of thing.

The carriage is very large and the layout inside is very luxurious. Gu family should have spent a lot of thought on this car.

Jing Jiu did not understand this, but was very satisfied.

Because there is a bed in the carriage, there is a window on the top, and a whole piece of glaze is set on it, which can penetrate the sky.

He untied the iron sword wrapped in cloth, lay on the bed, and knocked on the carriage.

The horseshoe sounded and the car drove out of Yunji Town.

Clouds gathered from all around and drifted outside the window.

He looked at the scenery on the window, silent.

He did not go with the Qingshan Brigade. There was another reason besides not wanting to be too close to Qing Rongfeng.

In the Mangshan Mountain in the northern part of Nanhe Prefecture, some time ago, a light suddenly came out, illuminating the night vault, which is a sign of a peerless magic weapon.

Some practitioners also said that there was a cave mansion left by previous generations of real people, and it would be reopened in response to changes in the atmosphere of the world.

Such rumors will appear on the mainland once in a while, without attracting much sectarian attention. Those who are eligible to participate in the May Fair have no disciples, and the Qingshan Sect has ignored it, even in Nanhe.

Of course Jing Jiu knew that this rumor was false.

Because the legendary former real person is called Jingyang.

But he would still go and see, because there are many small sect disciples and Sanxue who would go, he wanted to see if that guy would show up.

That guy likes to watch lively the most.

At that time, their brothers and sisters made this fake cave house. Isn't that because the guy is playful and likes to watch the fun?

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One evening, the carriage stopped south of Mangshan.

Jing Jiu came down with his iron sword and looked back at the carriage.

He feels that this car is really comfortable, and practitioners will not be motion sickness, and will rise and fall with the carriage, but can help sleep.

The road from Nansong Pavilion to Xijianxi is very flat and should be able to drive.

Thinking like this, he said to the driver: "Send to Nansong Pavilion."

The driver did not dare to make a noise and nodded desperately.

The twilight darkened, the wild mountains darkened, and occasionally a sword light could be seen, and there were really no high-level practitioners who came to explore the treasure.

Jing Jiu walked along the mountain road and came to a broken temple late at night.

There are more than twenty miles from that cave house, just outside the prohibition.

The prohibition mentioned here is not a formation, but a practice in the practice of the southern mainland. He asked Gu Qing clearly before leaving.

When a cultivator explores a treasure, if he is interested in the treasure, he must enter a distance of twenty miles before the opening of the cave, otherwise you will not be eligible to participate in the treasure.

This rule is obviously imitating the Qingshan Sect, but it is a bit nondescript.

Jing Jiu walked into the broken temple.

A fire was burning in the temple.

More than ten practitioners sat around the fire.

Practitioners are not afraid of cold and heat, and their eyesight is far superior to ordinary people. They do not need light to walk at night, but they still light a fire.

No one likes to be alone. The fire is a sign of calling for companions. Being together will often bring courage.

The light of the fire illuminates their faces, and the flames that move with the wind make their faces a little cloudy, and they should still be hesitant. Do they want to walk a few miles before the cave opens at midnight? The problem is that it will definitely welcome Would n’t it be a loss if the entanglement and struggle of the competitors were in case the Dong Mansion was false?

More than ten lines of sight fell on Jing Jiu's body.

Jing Jiu ignored it and went to the corner to sit down.

He doesn't need a companion and has long been used to loneliness.

There was silence in the broken temple, only the sound of the flames being shaken by the mountain breeze.

I don't know how long it has passed. An extremely loud voice came from outside the temple, diluting the sense of tension and depression brought by the broken night of the temple.

"This can't be true! It's also because they figured out, what other Beppu of Jingyang Real People? This is Nanhe Prefecture. If it is a Beppu of Jingyang Real People, how could the Qingshan Sect bring people closer? Even the Zhongzhou School It can only be avoided far away! That is, this group of idiots will believe. "

Into the broken temple were two monks, one young and one young, and the younger one.

More than ten monks glared at the young monk.

The young monk had a rough temperament and didn't notice the firelight at all. He didn't expect anyone in the temple to be stunned.

That group of idiots ... should these people be?

Behind the bad words but being listened to by the victim, the young monk was embarrassed and apologized repeatedly.

More than a dozen monks were angry and helpless, because the young monk's apology was indeed very sincere, and more importantly, he and the old monk carried the old wooden drawer and worked hard to dress up. Where are they offended?

I heard that the senior monk of Guocheng Temple has a good temper. What can he do with a few words of exasperation?

No one dared to do anything, accepted the young monk ’s apology, got up and saluted the old monk, and gave up the best position by the fire.

The young monk suddenly saw Jing Jiu wearing a hat in the corner, and hesitated. He glanced at it again to confirm it.

The old monk said helplessly: "What's the matter?"

"Oops oops ..."

The young monk felt that Jing Jiu wanted to hide his identity, not referring to him, and was very anxious. He said to the old monk: "Sir, you are right, I was wrong."

When he wanted to come, since the Qingshan Sect dispatched Jingjiu, the god's last peak, the Dongfu that opened tonight, even if it wasn't the real Beppu of Jingyang, must have some origin.

Jing Jiu had seen the young monk twice, but he didn't expect that he had so many words, even more noisy than ten years old.

In the past, he might be a little annoyed, but now he feels a little close and smiles slightly at the young monk.

The fire illuminates the lower corner of the hat.

The young monk covered his chest with his hands, and he thought it was as good as a rumor.

"Brother Jing ... No, Uncle Jing ... Why are you here, is that cave house tonight?"

His voice was so low that other practitioners in the temple did not notice.

Jing Jiu shook his head.

What the young monk is going to say.

The old monk came over and said, "Shut up."

The young monk sighed and closed his mouth, thinking that he was indeed guilty of conflict with this uncle Qingshan, and was forced to practice a closed mouth meditation every time he saw it.

Seeing this picture, Jing Jiuxin wondered whether he would pass the closed-mouth Zen society to the ten-year-old after two years.