The Path Toward Heaven

Jing Jiu did not knock on the door and reached out to push a blue brick half an inch into the wall.

It turned out to be an institution.

There was a sound of something hard rolling behind the door—his eyes could not penetrate the wooden door, but he knew that it was a smooth stone ball that was moving along a fixed track, and it would take a long distance to travel It will fall and smash a large porcelain bowl.

After a long time, the wooden door had not opened.

He stood on the stone steps and waited, his expression calm and normal.

The rain was heavier, and it fell on the hat, dripping from the edge, like a waterfall in dry season.

Because of the rain, the pedestrians outside the lane hurriedly walked, and no one noticed him.

With a soft sound, the courtyard door finally opened, and an old man appeared.

The old man's face was square, his eyes were straight, his cheeks were red, and I didn't know whether he was drinking or was a little excited. He was wearing a gray shirt and the buttons hadn't been fastened yet. It should be put on casually. Jing Jiu's eyes were full of questions and scrutiny.

Jing Jiu took out a wooden sign and handed it over.

The old man dared not take it, bent over and looked closely at it for a long while.

Until it was confirmed that it was real, he knelt down on his knees without hesitation, irrespective of the fact that the ground was already wet by rain.

"Get up," Jing Jiu said.

The old man got up, greeted him humbly into the small courtyard, and walked down the side porch to the depths.

Someone in the small courtyard, to be precise, has a family.

In the open flower hall, the family is eating, there are old and young, men and women, all neatly.

The family's eyes were on the table, talking in a low voice, as if they didn't see Jing Jiu and the old man at all.

This picture is somewhat strange.

The three- or four-year-old suddenly broke free of his mother's arms, ran to the threshold, looked curiously at Jing Jiu, reached out his hand to say something, but was hugged back by his father.

The child's cry cried in the flower hall.

Under the gallery, Jing Jiu took off his hat and glanced over there.

Seeing his face, the child couldn't help but stay away and forgot to cry.

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"This is the Jing family?"

"Yes, they are working in Taichang Temple for generations, it is my family's servants."

The old man with a square face looked at Jing Jiuyi and said, "I can assure you that they don't know anything, but what they should remember will never be forgotten."

Jing Jiu understands that those people are their nominal parents, as well as the old grandfather and brother-in-law. As for whether the child is a nephew or a niece?This was the arrangement of the year, he was not good at it, but there were many people who were good at this kind of thing in the court.

He sat in a chair and asked, "How many people have checked these years?"

The old man stood in front and said, "At the earliest, seven years ago, Qingshan Zong went to Defeng to investigate, and by their means, they should be able to see some problems, so I quickly made a remedy afterwards, but the strange thing is, They have never been here again, which has always made me a little uneasy. "

Jing Jiu naturally knew why Shang Defeng didn't continue to investigate, and said, "This doesn't matter."

"Later, there were two major movements, four years ago and one year ago."

The old man said: "A total of twenty-one denominations have quietly inquired, and Hu Guifei in the palace has also sent people."

Four years ago, Zhao Layue and Jing Jiucheng were at the end of the sword god's final peak, and they shocked the spiritual world. Most of the sectarians focused their attention on Zhao Layue, but they also checked Jing Jiu by the way.A year ago, it was the Xihaijian School's four-season banquet and the subsequent Qingshan sword test.Jing Jiu defeated Gu Han and cut off Nanshan's sword. The thought of Master Qingshan deliberately low-key and turned him into a wonderman naturally became a bubble. How can the reincarnation of the real person of Jingyang, a true swordsman, not be noticed? ?

The old man knows these things, so he naturally knows that this young man is Jing Jiu.

The Jing family moved to this small courtyard for 20 years, just for this person.

"I came to the May Fair and lived here during this time."

Jing Jiu said: "You send a letter to Zhao Fu and tell the other party."

The old man knew his identity, and naturally knew where he was talking about Zhao's house. When he saw nothing else, he left the secret path behind the house.

This secret path leads to another courtyard dozens of feet away.

The courtyard occupies an extremely large area, carved beams and paintings, all eyes are hidden in the depths of luxury.

The old man sat silent in the study, and did not relax for a long time.

Many years ago, his father gave him a very serious account, and the family can continue to maintain today's scenery, all because of two things done, one is to support His Majesty God unconditionally, and the other is to absolutely obey the wooden sign The owner's orders.

What if the two conflict?He was still young at the time and couldn't help asking.

The father said that the will of His Majesty the Emperor and the owner of the wooden sign must be unified.

The young man is inevitably stubborn, he still insists on asking, what if?

He remembered clearly that his father had been silent for a long time, and then the answer given was the latter.

He was shocked at the time, even today.

He did n’t dare and did n’t want to erase this cloud above the family for hundreds of years, but it was inevitable to be curious. Unfortunately, when he arranged the small courtyard by himself twenty years ago, he just received a letter and saw the piece on it. The wooden card bet and a few simple requirements still do not know who the other party is.

It wasn't until these years that people from other sects and even palaces cast their sights on the small courtyard. He didn't know the identity of the other party, and used his own power to secretly investigate, but he couldn't be sure because Jing Jiu was too young, It is a Kendo genius, and it does not match the weight of that wooden sign.

Jing Jiu should be the heir of that wooden sign, right?

The old man was thinking about these things, and there was a whispered reminder from the housekeeper.

"Master, time is passing."

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The spring rain was long, and the two barriers formed by the formation and the glaze made the guests of the courtyard free from the risk of getting wet. Instead, they added a bit of elegance. However, as the time passed, the atmosphere in the field eventually became a little weird. The sound of rain was gradually replaced by the sound of discussion.

While listening to the sound of falling bowls during the wedding, the host left in a hurry. After such a long time, he didn't come out. It seemed to disappear. What's going on?

"What happened?"

"I heard that the old man was very nonsense when he was young. Is this the same as the old one?"

"The old man loves his son the most, how could he come out like this in his marriage?"

"Mo Yao wanted to talk indiscriminately, saying that the old man was stupid and unwilling to be close to the nobles in the palace, but regardless of the storms, the house has always been stable and still sitting in the position of Taichang Temple Incomparably, this is called a holy family! Can a confused person do this? "

"Cocoa is about to pass."

The guests were discussing, and suddenly heard a footstep in front of them.

The people looked up and quickly closed their voices.

"I have seen Lu Guogong."

"Sorry, something urgent."

Lu Guogong is square in appearance, extraordinary in dignity, and has his own majesty even in explanation. Where does the old man who looks humble and steward in front of Jing Jiu look like a person.

Today is a happy day for the marriage between the young son of Lu Guogong and the granddaughter of the prime minister.

Halfway through the ceremony, Lu Guogong suddenly disappeared, and did not appear again until this time.

No one dared to ask questions.

Guests with sharp eyes noticed that there was an improper gray coat under the gown of Guo Gong, and water stains on both knees were leaching, which was very puzzling.