The Path Toward Heaven

Destiny is on top, and it has nothing to do with the world.

Only the Divine Emperor is the destiny of the human race, and related matters can only be called destiny.

What the young man in Jinyi wanted to ask was succession, and what Hu Guifei wanted to ask was Zizi, which of course involves destiny.

But Tian Jinren rejected the two's requests in the same words. What is the deep meaning in it?

"It's just a common method for fortune tellers. I said that the man in the temple is very bluffing."

Jing Jiu said to Zhao Layue.

Is Zhao Layue really that simple?

The boy was very angry and said: "It is His Majesty the God Emperor and Lord Sword God, and he has great respect for the sir. Who are you? How rude to the sir!"

Jing Jiu calmly said: "If it is not a fortune teller's method, how to explain these two sentences?"

Tong Zi sneered and said: "Mr. Xuetongtianren, has a deep meaning in his speech, where is it that you ordinary people can understand."

Jing Jiu said: "Fate is one, why are there two places? If your husband's words are really meaningful, can I doubt that he wants to provoke civil unrest in the palace?"

When the boy heard the speech jam, where did he know his thoughts, and where did he dare to respond casually, he had to grunt, no longer ignoring Jing Jiu, and turned to look at the little girl.

Looking at the boy's expression, Thurse knew what he was going to say, and was so disappointed that he would leave like this, and when he picked one, he was ready to make a noise.

The boy said: "Sir said, when your mother marries, it depends on when the old lady is tired of this world."

Listening to this, his eyes lit up, and then asked: "When exactly?"

The so-called tired of the world, but in autumn.

She didn't like her grandmother, nor would she expect her to pass away earlier. What she really wanted to know was something else.

The boy said: "At least ten years later."

The little girl has no problem. After ten years, she has grown up. Even if her mother remarried at that time, she has the ability to help see or stop.

When the question was answered, she opened her eyes and smiled, said a few words with Zhao Layue, and made an appointment to meet with her later, and left Merlin with the woman.

Merlin only left Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue.

The boy stopped talking and reached out to Zhao Layue.

Zhao Layue did not look at Jing Jiu this time, and walked directly into the temple.

Time flows slowly, and the sky changes from branch to branch.

Jing Jiujing stood quietly in front of her, not thinking about it.

Do not know how long the past, the boy walked out of the temple and came to him.

Jing Jiu glanced at him and said nothing.

The boy understood what he meant and said, "Your companion is already out of the temple, waiting there."

Jing Jiu went out.

The boy was stunned. After a while, he woke up and quickly shouted, "Slow down."

Jing Jiu stopped.

The boy came up and said with dissatisfaction: "You are lucky, there is still a quota today, and it falls on your head."

He didn't understand why he had explained to the young man the previous rudeness of the young monk. The husband was not angry and even had to meet the other person.

You know, even those princes in the dynasty, the sir rarely paid attention.

To the boy's surprise, Jing Jiu didn't turn around when he heard his words, and then moved back to the outside of Meiyuan.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

The boy was surprised and puzzled. He felt so ridiculous and kept shouting behind him.

Jing Jiu ignored it, but walked to the lake in just a few steps, preparing to pass through the pavilion with dozens of green leaves.

Just then, a vicissitudes and deep voice rang in his ears.

"You really don't want to know Jingyang's whereabouts?"

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Jing Jiu stopped and looked at the green leaves blown by the wind, silently.

He knew that no one could hear this voice except himself.

The gap between heaven and earth, with ears in mind, the other party ’s consciousness is very powerful, even the elders of the Qingshan Sect who break the sea.

But it was not enough to stop him.

The reason for him to stop is this problem.

The whole world thinks that Jingyang real people have soared, and only a few people know that this is not the case.

For example, Zhao Layue, as well as several big men in the Qingshan Sect, and of course he himself.

If there are other people who know that Jingyang's ascension failed, those people must be related to this matter.

Those people may be the masterminds, they may be the accomplices, in short, the people he has been looking for.

Of course, the owner of this voice may have heard some winds from where, so use this topic to pretend to be a ghost, or it may be that this person uses this question to provoke him.But no matter what kind, Jing Jiu knew that he should see each other.

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Walking into the old temple, with the moss green inward, I saw a humble room with a simple layout, a flower and water resting in front of the window, and a grass curtain in the middle.

Jing Jiu stepped into the room, the grass curtain rose without wind, and tied itself to the column. The picture looked quite magical, he didn't look at it.

The grass curtain lifted, the aroma arrived first, then the picture.

The thin smoke, like a mist, leaves the incense and dissipates into the air.

After sitting alone in the case, his hair was gray, his face was wrinkled, and his eyes were deeply sunk. I had n’t known how many years he had been blind.

In addition to the incense burner, there are papers and inkstones in the case. The ink in the inkstones reflects the sky, and the darkness is bright, as if there is no difference between black and white.

The old man had a pen in his hand and was writing something.

The Xuehao pen, made of fine hair in the ears of the snow country demon, is extremely rare, especially after a few years of fighting with the snow country, it is becoming more and more difficult to find.

But such a rare pen is held by the old man in his hand, just like the most ordinary rabbit.

Because the old man's expression is natural, he doesn't care.

Maybe it was because he was blind and could not see the white and flawless pen. It is more likely that he had already seen through the world, not to mention a pen?

Jing Jiu walked to the case and looked away.

The ink in the inkstone can't see the density, but it was inhaled by Xuehao, and then fell on the paper, it could be seen clearly.

That is familiar ink.

Cooked ink is the ink that has been left to stand overnight, and the ink is gradually separated and written on the paper by the nib, and it has a different beauty.

Beyond the ink characters, there are several water marks, like a paper umbrella in the rain, or a girl with water drops on the temples.

This is nice, but the inks are interdependent and it's hard to say that black and white are distinct.

Jing Jiu was accustomed to Zhao Layue's eyes, so he didn't like it.

Don't like it or not, but this word is really well written.

"Good words."

He said.

If they are ordinary people, they should marvel at a few words in addition to praise.

For example: your eyes can't see things, why can you write words so beautiful?

Then the old man can answer: Wu Nai Bailu Academy is close to the world, the world is unrivaled, unparalleled in the world, open heart, everything is in the heart ...

Jing Jiu did not say so.

So there is no follow-up.

So the silence in the temple seemed a little awkward.

He didn't do it deliberately, but really didn't care.

In the roller blind man's hospital, he once said that Tianjin is quite capable of bluffing.

He knew that the other party must have some skills.

But no matter how many skills you have, even if you really lead West to become a generation of sword gods, even if you are the one who is considered by the world to be the closest to heaven.

Jing Jiu was still not interested.

The old man lowered his head like snow-covered peaks.

The room is extremely quiet.

I do not know how long it has been.

The old man finally spoke.

He asked Jing Jiu a question.

"Since you don't care about the world, why did you come here?"