The Path Toward Heaven

(Yu Guogong was written as He Guogong yesterday. I'm sorry, but things haven't been done yet, and my head is a bit chaotic.)

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Lu Guogong said something about Tong Yan.

The relationship between the Zhongzhou faction and the royal family has always been close. He took care of Taichang Temple and naturally knew the secrets that many ordinary people did not know.

Jing Jiujing listened quietly, probably knowing why the little boy always looked like a disgusting, lonely, arrogant look.

He reached for his cup and took a sip, coughing twice.

"What's wrong with you?"

The worry on Lu Guogong's face was even stronger.

The monk will not get cold, even if the tea is cold, he can't cough up.

The entire Chaoge City already knew what was happening outside the old Meiyuan.

He knew that Jing Jiu was present at the time, and when he saw that Jing Jiu wanted to know about Tong Yan, he couldn't help but speculate about whether Jing Jiu had eaten a secret loss.

Jing Jiu said, "I met Tianjin in the old Meiyuan."

Lu Guogong also knew this matter, and was a little puzzled, thinking what happened at that time?

"He wants to kill me."

Jing Jiu did not say what Tian Jinren did.

Those fragments of Divine Consciousness sneak into his body and are more likely to want to peep.

But this method has threatened his existence. If he succeeds, his life and death will be controlled by Tianjin.

In his view, Tianjin people just want to kill themselves.

Lu Guogong's expression changed greatly, and the wrinkles on his face blossomed a huge flower, not naturally because of happiness, but seriously.

He was shocked and puzzled, why Master Tianjin would do such a thing for Jing Jiu.

"If he didn't leave the old plum garden tonight, then he killed me, it's a matter within Castle Peak."

Hearing this sentence, Lu Guogong knew that he should immediately send someone to stare at the old Meiyuan.

This kind of thing does not require Jing Jiu to make arrangements.

Lu Guogong was somewhat worried and said: "I can't easily check things inside Qingshan."

Jing Jiu said: "No need to check, it's Fang Jingtian."

Lu Guogong was shocked again, feeling a bit heavy.

Fang Jingtian is the former master of the Qingshan Sect and a great man who broke the sea.

Jing Jiu told him the name directly, which represented absolute trust.

This trust also represents self-confidence.

He was convinced that the Lu family would not betray themselves.

Or dare not?

But why?

Many years ago, after Lu Guogong inherited this secret from his father, he began to think about it.

He didn't even want to understand until now, but he said to himself-this is also very good, so as not to think too much about other problems.

"Tianjin is not easy to handle."

Lu Guogong did not hide his difficulties.

There are twenty-seven princes in the Terran Dynasty, but he is extremely capable but the most low-key. The problem is that even he can't handle Tianjin.

The other party is a master of arithmetic, admired by thousands of people, Bailu Academy is famous, and he is also a half-master of the best friend of Xihai sword god.

Not to mention that the other party will come to Chaoge City, which was originally an invitation personally sent by His Majesty the God Emperor.

Hearing this, Jing Jiu was a little surprised and asked, "Why?"

Lu Guogong did not directly answer this question, saying: "The invitation to Zen Zi was sent back and forth."

Jing Jiu understood and said, "What does the emperor want to count?"

Lu Guogong hesitated and whispered, "Dare not guess."

Jing Jiu asked, "Who is Shui Yue'an coming from?"

There are many schools of monasticism in the mainland, and many seniors are good at deducing calculations, but the most famous are Shuiyuean and Guocheng Temple.

Before Tianjin appeared, all monks wanted to get the signatures or piano lessons of these two.

"The Lord An is shutting down, so he didn't come."

Lu Guogong said: "The one who came is very mysterious. I still don't know who it is."

Jing Jiu was silent for a while, and said, "Want to determine how many years you can live?"

Lu Guogong didn't dare to answer the call.

The emperor personally invited the Zen son of Guocheng Temple and Tianjin, and wanted to invite the master of Shuiyuean. What does it matter to pay such attention?

Even if it is the most powerful human being on the mainland, the state is unfathomable. As long as it cannot fly, it will always face these problems in the final stage of life.

When death is about to come, some emperors will continue to make alchemy medicines for longevity, and some emperors will simply break the jars and fall, and come to his big carnival.

Today, the emperor is a very wise king. He wants to know his birthday, so he naturally wants to arrange the future events, himself and the entire human race.

Jing Jiu suddenly said, "I'm going to the palace."

This is naturally meant to be arranged by Lu Guogong.

Lu Guogong was surprised, but said nothing, "When?"

Jing Jiu got up and said, "Now."

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The night was already dark, and I temporarily intended to enter the palace. It would certainly be impossible for someone else, even the most popular adult in the court.

But Lu Guogong can, because the affairs of Taichang Temple need to deal with the palace often, and more importantly, since the first emperor, Lu Guogong was deeply trusted by two generations of emperors.

No matter how low-key he is, the storms of these years have fallen down, whether it is the people above the Chaotang or the palace, they have already understood it.

The corner door of the palace opened silently, and Gonggu Lu walked in with a young man wearing a hat.

This picture naturally fell in the eyes of many people, but neither the guard nor the eunuch just passing by turned around tacitly, pretending not to see it.

People who live in the palace do not want to be treated as caring people, and they do not want to be said to want to spy on the holy intention afterwards.

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Youyun came from the south and blocked the starlight. The palace was dark, and the lights in the hall seemed extremely warm.

Standing on the stone steps in front of the hall, Lu Guogong narrowed his eyes, staring at the surrounding movement like an eagle falcon, but his eyes were finally attracted by his oblong shadow.

He did not expect that His Majesty actually really agreed with Jing Jiu, and that he was in the hall.

You have to know that Jing Jiu's apparent identity is just an ordinary Qingshan Sect disciple. Why?

He looked at his shadow, meditating silently, a smile on his lips.

Many years ago, what he had said to his father-the most worrying thing about the Kodak in the past hundreds of years, the shadow-now seems to be thinking too much.

My father was right.

The will of His Majesty the Emperor and the will of the owner of the wooden sign were unified.

The hall was very quiet, and there was no talk.

Occasionally a cough sounded, it should be Jing Jiu.

Occasional hearty laughter sounded, it should be His Majesty.

It didn't take long for the hall door to open, and Jing Jiu came out.

Lu Guogong did not know what he said to His Majesty, did not ask, and took him outside the palace.

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Back in the house, Jing Jiu smiled as he looked at the chess books like a hill.

He picked up a book at random, and knew that this level of chess book was definitely not something that the "brother" in the front yard could find, it should be the handwriting of Lu Guogong.

He brewed tea, took out the bamboo chair, lay down comfortably, and started reading.

The light rain is coming again, tapping on the window, plus those boring chess books, it is best to sleep.

He didn't sleep until the sky came, and finally read all the chess books, and waited for the news at the same time.