The Path Toward Heaven

In Chaoge City today, the May Fair will naturally attract everyone's attention and is the only focus, but there is an undercurrent beyond the ordinary people's eager sight.

The young monks who are attending the May Fair have already gone elsewhere.

Countless news flowed between Feiyan yellow tiles and ordinary streets.

The big figures of various denominations, the high officials in the court, and the great men of Nancheng are all looking for the whereabouts of a person.

Close to heaven.

Some people want to know how much life they have left. Some people want to know where their Yuanying has gone. Some people want to know the hobby of His Majesty the God. Some of the more important questions, such as whether the real person of Jingyang really failed.

Jing Jiu was not sure whether Zhao Layue wanted to ask this question, whether he wanted to know the whereabouts of Yin San, or just wanted to see Luo Huainan.

The Zhongzhou genius who might have seen the people close to the sky was the biggest fan of Meihui's road warfare, and naturally her strongest opponent.

However, no matter for whatever reason, Zhao Layue would like to see someone close to heaven, he would take her there.

Now in the Qingshan Sect, Zhao Layue is the Lord of the God's End, and he is an ordinary disciple. The two should be commensurate with the sister and brother, but in fact, he has always assumed himself as a master.

Zhao Layue was already used to it and accepted it.

The teacher has something to do, and the disciples serve it.

If the disciples are in trouble, the teacher of course must help them.

Others do not know where Tianjin people are, and Jing Jiu does not know where Tianjin people are, but he knows who knows where Tianjin people are.

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In the east of Chaoge City, there is a bustling and lively street by Baima Lake.

There is a medical hall in the west of the street, with a begonia flower engraved on the plaque. There is a doctor and a buddy looking a bit shabby.

Who would have thought that this medical hall is the most important and highest-level branch of the Chaotian Continent's largest intelligence organization-the Roller Man.

Jing Jiu knew.

As long as you live long enough, you can always know some secrets.

What's more, his fellow apprentice likes to ask for secrets, and then tells him as a story.

Entering the medical hall, taking off the hat, Jing Jiuzheng was ready to say whether the begonia was still there. The doctor quickly raised his right hand, beckoning him to stop talking, and then brought him and Zhao Layue into the back room.

"It seems out of order." Jing Jiu said.

The doctor smiled bitterly and said, "Just look at your face and you will know that you are Jing Jiu."

Last time, the roller shutter man guessed his identity and confirmed it afterwards.

That being the case, where else does Begonia still need this old code that has been useless for hundreds of years.

Jing Jiu didn't think about some of the hidden meanings in this matter. He felt that there was no need to use secret codes and less trouble. It was a good thing. He said directly, "Where is Tianjin?"

The doctor looked at him seriously and said, "This is very advanced news."

Jing Jiu said: "I gave you three news last time."

The doctor said with a smile: "There are two messages that have not been confirmed. As for what you owe, we have evened it."

Jing Jiu thought about it and said, "Since you know I am Jing Jiu, then guess who she is?"

The doctor looked at the girl next to him and couldn't help but stunned.

He is Jing Jiu, then she is naturally Zhao Layue.

For this natural born Daoist, the youngest peak owner in the history of Qingshanzong, the roller blind people naturally attach great importance to it, and I don't know how much relevant information has been collected.

It stands to reason that as the senior supervisor of the roller blind, Zhao Layue and Jing Jiu entered the hospital with Jing Jiu the first time, the doctor should recognize her.

The problem is that the information clearly states that Zhao Layue acted indifferently and didn't care about appearance and dress up ...

So, what is the little yellow flower between the temples?

A moment later, the doctor woke up and realized what Jing Jiu meant.

Last time, he gave Jing Jiu information because the roller blind man was in debt. Now that Zhao Layue is here, can he return empty-handed?

"This news is very expensive, please do not pass it on."

Now that the decision has been made, the doctor was refreshing and said the location directly.

——Tianjin people have been living in Meiyuan since they came to Chaoge City.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue just came from Meiyuan.

Then this plum garden is naturally not the alpine cold terrace where the plum meeting is being held, but the old plum garden.

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In the medical hall, Zhao Layue kept silent and did not ask why Jing Jiu had a relationship with the roller blind.

She didn't speak until she came outside that old street.

"I lived in Chaoge City since I was young, but I plan to practice and rarely go out. This is my first time here."

Many years ago, the Snow Kingdom monsters invaded, the dynasty was orthodox, and the god emperor and the Zhengdao sect young leaders allied in Meiyuan.

Meiyuan is now the most spectacular building in Chaoge City, but it was not the place at that time.

The real plum garden is at the end of this old street.

Zhao Layue has never been here, and few people still remember here.

Compared with Xinmeiyuan, which is popular and extremely lively at this time, this real plum garden is more like a ruin that no one can rely on.

Jing Jiu was wearing a hat, looking far away, and saw some branches, and an old pavilion, a ruinous weather.

When the May Meeting was held, he was at a critical moment when he was breaking through. He could not participate. Of course, even if he could, he would not come for some reason.

Brother came, the predecessor of the Zhongzhou school came, and the old abbot of Guocheng Temple, the master of Zen, also came.

At that time, even March was killing people, so the lord of Shuiyuean came.

A crackling sound, and then a quarrel, pulled him back from his rare memories.

The liveliness on the street is not the tourists who come to visit the old site of Meiyuan, but from the row of chess stands on the street.

There are chess booths, there are winners of chess, and there are idlers watching the game.

In short, all are lively people, so naturally lively.

Everywhere on the street echoed the sounds of shouting, laughing, scolding mothers, the impact of chess pieces and chessboards, and it was full of smells of sweat, feet, and smoke.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue walked through the streets with these sounds and tastes, and there was no change in their faces under the hat.

As we approached the end of the street, the crooked trees of the old Meiyuan had completely entered our eyes. Jing Jiu suddenly stopped and looked towards his right.

Zhao Layue was slightly startled, and then looked away.

There is a chess stand, not a game, but a game.

The chess booth was full of people.

People's faces are full of surprises and absurd expressions.

There is a person standing opposite everyone.

The man's face was extremely tender, his lips red and white, and he looked like a teenager, but his expression was extremely proud and indifferent.

He looked at the stall owner and said, "You lose, get out."

It seems that he is gambling with the stall owner, not betting on gold and silver, but staying or leaving.

When everyone saw him being so tough, they couldn't help getting angry and shouted.

"Speak more politely!"

"It's just that you got lucky and won a round, so arrogant!"

"Yes! You have another game!"

The young man didn't even bother to go to the next chess stand.

This chess stand is showing an endgame.

The young man glanced twice, reached down on the chessboard, and took a step.

People are still angry at this person's arrogant attitude and scolding.

The lost stall owner was not convinced, and shouted, "I won't leave, how can you bet?"

Suddenly, the surroundings became quieter, and the stall owner who had just lost the chess stopped talking.

Because they found that the owner of the endgame became extremely ugly and sweaty.

"roll."

After the young man finished speaking, he walked towards the third chess stand.