The Path Toward Heaven

There are no clouds in the night sky, and there are not many stars.

This is what the world is all about?

No, it cannot be described in terms of cold or warm, because before humans, there was no cold or heat.

How can we be unified with the eternal heaven and earth in our lifetime?

Death, or immortality.

"Can only a great soul be immortal?"

Zhao Layue looked at the stars and murmured.

Jing Jiu said: "The immortal can be immortal."

Zhao Layue remembered that he once said a similar sentence.

The benevolent is invincible?No, invincible can be invincible.

So how to become an immortal?

"I don't know, because immortality cannot be proven."

Jing Jiu looked at the night sky and said: "Fortunately, there is no need to prove."

Looking at his profile, Zhao Layue felt the same feeling as if he saw the endless abyss.

Obviously right in front of him, and seemed to be in a very distant place, no way to catch up.

The most incredible guess came to her again. Although it was impossible to think about anything, she felt too familiar with it.

From a very young age, she has always felt this way since she knew she was selected by Jing Yang.

She dared not think about it any longer and changed the subject.

"Tong Yan is waiting for you today?"

"It should be, he can count that we will appear, and the computing power is really strong."

"Why did he do this?"

"He should have read my game."

"Ok?"

Jing Jiu said: "He doesn't like my method of playing chess, but he must admit my skill, so he wants to meet me."

Zhao Layue asked, "Which one of you is stronger in chess?"

"He won't win me in chess."

Jing Jiu calmly said: "I am not as good as him at Go."

Before leaving the chess stand, the black spot he dropped was just a blind eye, and the real place of chess was the point where he hit.

Tong Yan and Guo Baoshi should understand what he meant and see how powerful this move was.But it was a bystander-clear-he calculated it for a long time before he could come up with that move. If he was really allowed to take the place of Guo Guoxue and have a whole game of chess with Tong Yan, he would lose a lot.

Zhao Layue stretched out his hand to loosen his braid, feeling much looser and feeling a bit heavy.

At the beginning, at the Four Seas Banquet, she said that to Xiang Wanshu, and then these things happened.

Now that she wanted to come, she regretted it.

At the Xinjie intersection, turn left to Taichang Temple, turn right to cross Raven Bridge, and then cross the three intersections to be the Zhao family.

Zhao Layue stopped and said, "What kind of person is Tong Yan?"

Jing Jiu said, "I don't know, what about you?"

Zhao Layue shook his head: "I don't know."

In some ways, Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue are two alternatives in the spiritual world.

They didn't seem to care about anything.

They do not care about food and vegetables like ordinary people, nor do they care about spring warmth and flowers like poets.

They are not as concerned about the future and destiny of the human race as Luo Huainan, and they are not as concerned about the outcome and mystery of the black and white world as Tong Yan is.

Even those opponents that should be valued on the road were never cared for.

"I'll go back and ask the family."

Zhao Layue thought and said.

Jing Jiuxin thought that he was a family now, and said, "Then I will go back and ask."

When preparing to say goodbye, Zhao Layue suddenly thought of something and asked, "Have you played mahjong?"

Jing Jiu hesitated for a while, and said, "Before ... I was forced to fight a few times. They said that there was one lack of three.

Zhao Layue was surprised, even more surprised than finding that he was injured in the temple.

Jing Jiu everything does not matter, and very lazy, who can force him to do what he does not want to do?

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The nine peaks of Qingshan are all in the clouds.

The fog of Shangdefeng is not as thick as that of Jianfeng, but it is colder. Perhaps it is because of the well that leads directly to the ground?

Yuan Qi whale stood in the deepest part of Dongfu, looking at the bottom of the well without expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

In the past few years, he finally succeeded in breaking through the border and became another masterpiece behind the head of Castle Peak. The momentum of Castle Peak was even higher. His status in Castle Peak was even more unshakable. Even in the eyes of many people, it was already a threat. To the position of the master of the master.

But these years he was very low-key and didn't do anything. He just looked at the well, as if there was a nice view in it.

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Tianguang Peak is the highest, and the top of the peak has already seen the clouds, so the sunshine here is the best, and the warmth on the body is infinite. You can overlook the other peaks from far away, and the scenery is also the best.

Master Zhang retracted his gaze looking at Shi Yuefeng, shook his head, walked back to the stone monument, looked at the scabbard inserted in the monument, thoughtfully.

There was a mellow atmosphere under the stele.

Yuan Gui slowly opened his eyes and gave him a blank look.

As the oldest guardian of Qingshan Township, it didn't know that it had accompanied generations of Qingshan Masters and sent them away.

Until now, it still does not understand why these heads are always a kind of worry.

Do n’t they know that thinking detracts from Taoism?

It's no wonder that in the end few have been able to ascend successfully.

What can't they think about?

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In the northwest of Chaotian mainland, there is a large mountain of snowy fields, vast and barren, extremely cold, extremely rare, and is called cold mountain.

Kunlun Mountain, Tianshan Mountain and Crow Mountain are all part of this high mountain.

This is also the hiding place of the evil demon, and it is said that the main altar of the Xuanyin Sect is here.

Chaoge City is already spring, here is still snowy, extremely cold.

A black spot appeared far away in the snowfield, and then got closer and closer, and the flute gradually became clear, very pleasant.

Snow is flying, shepherd boy playing flute?

Playing the flute is not a shepherd boy, but a young man.

The young man's eyebrows were clean, with a diffuse meaning, and there was an unspeakable taste in his smile.

He was riding a yellow yak instead of a yellow ox, with long black and dirty hair falling to the ground.

He did not blow ordinary bamboo flute, but a bone flute.

There is a faint blood line in the middle of the yellowish bone flute, which may be human bones.

The flute suddenly stopped.

A paper crane came from the snowflakes, fell on his palm, and turned into letter paper.

The young man knew what was on the stationery without looking at it, and burst out laughing.

"Why is this kid so indifferent? I actually want to use a magic stick to do it. Your uncle is not so good to deal with."

There is only snow and cliffs, no roads.

The young man's eyes seemed to have an invisible road, riding a yak toward the cold mountain without any hesitation.

When he came to a mountain full of cliffs, until there was nowhere to go, he rolled over the yak and walked to a cliff.

Bending his index finger and knocking on the stone wall, his voice was dull and solid, indicating that it was definitely not empty, and naturally could not accommodate people.

The young man laughed, feeling very satisfied, and inserted the bone flute back into his waist, and said, "Come out, escape the sword."