The Path Toward Heaven

Nan Wang also heard Zhao Layue and asked, "Are you sure?"

Many people know that Zhao Layue had entered the unremarkable state two years ago. It is logically impossible to break through again so quickly.

Even so, at her current age, it is considered to be a rare genius in monasticism.

Natural born species are truly extraordinary.

But after all, her time for monasticism was too short, and it was far from Luo Huainan. There was no possibility of winning in the war.

Without thinking, Zhao Layue said, "Yes."

Regardless of the realm of cultivation, both of them are the masters of Qingshan Peak. Nan Wang forgot to say anything, just shook his head, and the other disciples did not dare to persuade.

At this time, Bai Zao ended his piano music.

Hantai is quiet.

Many people want to come. If Shui Yue'an has no other disciples, I am afraid that the sentence that has been circulating for a long time will finally be broken.

But before that, the silence of Hantai was broken by a burst of discussion.

News circulated among the more than ten cold terraces in the height, causing a commotion.

Qingshanzong also quickly received the wind.

——Tianjin is somewhere in the city, Luo Huainan and Tong Yan did not appear today, most likely they are visiting each other!

It is a rare opportunity to get comments from Tianjinren. If you are praised by the other party, it will make the monk get a higher status and more resources in the sect. At this event, the minister of the court and the teachers of various denominations are here. Who dares to leave without permission?

Jing Jiu noticed the change in Zhao Layue's expression and asked, "Want to see it?"

Zhao Layue said: "A little curious."

Jing Jiu said: "Then go see."

The two got up and said to Nan Wang, then they walked under the cold terrace.

Many people noticed the movements here and couldn't help uproar, thinking that the Mei-Mei is not over yet, and Zen hasn't commented yet, so has it gone?

Looking at the two figures, Bai Zao frowned slightly, and looked even weaker.

She guessed what Zhao Layue and Jing Jiu left to do.

She didn't care about this, because Luo Huainan and Tong Yan should have already met with the rumored Master of Fate, and this was what she had arranged.

She cares a little, or is disappointed by another thing-is it so anxious to see someone close to the sky, does it need the affirmation of others to maintain self-confidence?

How can such Zhao Layue deserve to be his opponent?

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The mountain road that left Meiyuan was behind Hantai, and it made two bends. The figures of Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue disappeared in front of everyone.

Certain habits formed by tens of thousands of miles have made Zhao Layue accept some of Jing Jiu's quirks. For example, he would rather walk than control the sword unless there are special circumstances.

They walked on the mountain road, talking at random.

Jing Jiu knew that what Zhao Layue really wanted to see was not Tianjinren, but Luo Huainan, who might be visiting Tianjinren at this time—because of the Dao battle dozens of days later.

He said: "If the rumors are true, you are not his opponent."

Zhao Layue said: "It will take a while to know."

This sentence is in line with her attitude towards monasticism.

Dengtian Avenue is extremely difficult. If you are afraid of this, what else can you repair?

Jing Jiu glanced at her and said nothing.

Zhao Layue remembers it very clearly. Just when she said that she was going to participate in the road war, he glanced at him in the same way. He didn't say anything, but the meaning was very clear.

"Do you disagree?"

She was a little puzzled.

In the past few years of monasticism, slaying demons and demons, flying swords to kill people, no matter what dangerous situation was encountered, Jing Jiu never stopped her adventure, why today he thought he wanted to participate in road warfare, but so Disagree?

Jing Jiu said: "I haven't participated in the May Fair Road Battle, but I know some content."

Zhao Layue said: "Taking blood to find plums? I don't care."

Jing Jiu looked at her and said calmly and seriously: "That's the real world."

Zhao Layue also got serious and said, "I know the true meaning."

"The battles on the tens of thousands of miles are still not real, at most they can only say half-truths and half-falses, and I am talking about the real truths that I don't want to touch.

Jing Jiu looked at her and said.

Zhao Layue asked, "What is real?"

Jing Jiu said: "Death is real, and it is precisely his own death."

By this time they had reached halfway up the mountain.

The breeze blew the wild trees between the cliffs, and the scenery was excellent. Unfortunately, the birds with clear sounds still fell in love with the cliffs, so the scenery was a little less lively.

Zhao Layue thought for a long time and said, "I don't understand."

Jing Jiu said, "I don't understand the best."

Zhao Layue suddenly felt that when he said these four words, he was far away from himself.

On Jing Jiu's beautiful face, she seemed to see the endless abyss.

The abyss means to stay away.

This feeling made her very uncomfortable, and she turned a little bit stiffly: "Although not interested, but still curious about the final result."

This is naturally not a battle of Taoism, but the battle of piano art today.Jing Jiu once again repeated the famous saying of the Taoist circle: "Shui Yue'an won anyway."

Suddenly a sound of piano sounded in the sky.

The starting point is over Hantai.

Across a mountain, the sound of the piano had become very small when they came to them. They fell in the ears of the two, but they were very clear. It seemed to contain a great power.

Immediately after that, the sound of the second piano did not stop, but the sound of the piano was not as good as the running water. There was one sound and no sound.But somehow, Jing Jiu seemed to be moved by the sound of the piano, stopped, and stood on the edge of the cliff, looking towards the sky, without a word for a long time.

Unlike Bai Zao's playing the piano, the flock of birds did not match when this person played the piano, but it was not that the flock of birds did not like the sound of the piano, but they did not dare to speak out.

The fingering of the man playing the piano is obviously rusty, like a beginner, but the pop music is domineering, as if to take away all the sounds between the world.

Don't talk about those birds.During the time the man played the piano, even the mountain breeze blew through the treetops, and the stream fell into the deep stream, making no sound.

When I bloom, all the flowers kill.

When I speak, the world and the world must listen quietly.

This is the momentum.

Zhao Layue felt the residual meaning in the mountains, suppressed the shock in his heart, looked at Jing Jiu's face, and remembered the pictures when he was in Haizhou last year.

Playing this piano is like Jing Jiu playing chess.

Beginner.

The method is blunt.

Not nice.

Not pretty.

It is unique in the world.

Jing Jiu looked at the sky, thoughtfully.

A piece of flowing cloud at a very high point has been torn into pieces by the sound of piano.

Zhao Layue said softly, "I don't know who it is."

Jing Jiu didn't know who the man playing the piano was, but he knew the origin of the other party.

Because he heard some old style from the sound of piano.

"Shui Yuean."

He said.

Zhao Layue remembered that famous quote again-Shui Yuean won anyway.

Then she remembered the ordinary looking woman at Shui Yuean on the cold platform.

Somehow, she gave birth to Jing Jiu's feeling when she said the four-character word, and her mind was slightly confused.