The Path Toward Heaven

Zhao Layue was going to practice as a child, and stayed abreast until he went to Qingshan. He only contacted his family members and servants, but he never thought about these problems.

"This is the first time I have said this to people, because it is boring, boring, and meaningless, so it will be the last time."

Jing Jiu looked at her calmly and said, "The monster eats people, and the practitioners eat people. Some eat real food, some eat fake food, but all eat food."

Zhao Layue was silent for a while, and said, "Like those who drew beads when you were in Haizhou? But there is always a difference."

Jing Jiu said: "In the final analysis, the sect of cultivating needs mortal support, and what can practitioners do for mortals?"

Zhao Layue raised his eyebrows and said, "We have all walked through the Tongtian Bridge in Nanhe Prefecture."

Jing Jiu said: "Yes, practitioners can build bridges for mortal people, cut off demons and demons, but they still do too little compared to their abilities. Because the practice is to cultivate itself, just like our Qingshan Sect, if it is not without chance When the situation is broken, those second-generation disciples are not willing to do even the outside teachers, so why talk about walking around the world and eliminating difficulties? "

"You mean, the practitioner's attitude towards mortals is like raising sheep?"

Zhao Layue stared at his eyes and said, "Repairing the bridge is just to help them make the sheepfold more solid, and cutting the demon is just afraid that the wolf will eat too much of his own sheep?"

Jing Jiu said: "It's a good metaphor, not accurate enough. The practitioners also come from mortals. The relationship between the two is countless times more complicated than the relationship between the herdsmen and the sheep."

Zhao Layue asked: "What problems will it bring?"

"Sheep will not envy jealous herders because no sheep will become a herdsman."

Jing Jiu said: "But mortals will envy jealous practitioners because they have once become companions."

Zhao Layue understood what he meant and said, "How to solve this problem?"

Jing Jiu said: "The strong have everything, so Chaotian Continent has always been a monk to govern the country, and the current situation is also the same. The Jing clan is just a manager who has been launched by all major sects based on balance and other aspects. The royal family will also use this check and balance to continually strengthen themselves for the sake of all ages. "

If Zhao Layue realized, he said: "It turned out that it started from the May Fair."

"Yes, it was the May Meeting that determined the pattern of the mainland for hundreds of years, but some practitioners developed some different ideas afterwards."

Jing Jiu said: "They feel that this pattern is too stable, the operating efficiency is too low, and the human race is too slow to upgrade, and it can't really eliminate the threat of Xue Guo."

Zhao Layue asked curiously: "So what are they going to do?"

Jing Jiu was silent for a while and said: "They think that the human race can't live too much. At least before Xueguo is not eliminated, they also think that mortals should not get too much care, and practitioners should tear off the masks of pretence To enslave mortals, at the same time, conduct a massive selection, select mortals who have the potential to practice, and use various methods to promote their growth and strengthen the strength of the human race. "

Zhao Layue's black eyes were surprised, saying, "Like raising sheep?"

Jing Jiu did not speak.

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Xihuai Mountain is west of Chaoge City.

One thousand seven hundred miles.

Here is just outside the range of Yunmeng Mountain.

Fog is everywhere in the cliff. As the rising sun rises, the mist is steaming up, and the scenery in front of the cliff becomes clearer.

Young man sitting on the edge of the cliff, holding a bamboo pole in his hand.

The line hanging from the pole head fell to the bottom of the cliff and fell into a waterfall.

The sound of the water roared, the waterfall was very sick, but the thin line was still.

That day he was fishing for birds in the clouds, but what are he fishing for in the waterfall today?

Some faint dark shadows can be seen faintly, walking through the waterfall at such a fast speed that they can swim freely in a vertical water curtain, I don't know what kind of exotic fish.

Those black shadows stared at the front end of the thin line, knew the danger, but refused to leave, it seems to be a very greedy species.

The thin old man squatted beside the young man, rubbing his red nose from time to time, and looked really like a dog.

The young man suddenly raised his head and looked at a cliff more than ten miles away.

The old man looked around, and with his eyesight, he could naturally see that a lame boy was climbing up the mountain with a backpack on his back.

"He is different from Liu Shisui. The fire in Liu Shisui's heart is a fake fire, but he really hates it. The bad practices of the Sanqing School are not worth learning."

The young man glanced at the old man and said, "How about turning him into your suzerain?"

The old man said: "Interesting, anyway, my apprentices and grandchildren have never honored me, nor have I ever thought of helping my old ancestor solve some trouble, they should all be damned.

The young man inserted the bamboo pole into the crack of the cliff stone and stood up to look into the distance.

The moment his hand left the bamboo pole, the thin black shadows in the waterfall rushed toward the thread like countless black lightnings.

Numerous splashes were aroused, mixed with harsh noises.

The young man ignored it and suddenly looked at it and said, "Do you want him to jump off the cliff to find a cave, or fall into the lake and find a treasure chest?"

The old man smiled and said, "I think everything is good."

The young man suddenly asked, "Do you really want to kill me?"

The old man looked as usual and did not speak.

The young man turned to look at him, and Qingxiu still had a friendly smile on his face.

The old man was silent for a while and said, "I don't want to hide you, because it doesn't make sense and I can't hide it, yes, I do want to kill you today."

The young man said, "Why?"

"My apprentices and grandchildren didn't honor me because they didn't know where I was hiding. They couldn't help me solve this big trouble because they couldn't beat you Qingshan. But it doesn't mean they don't love me to respect me every year. When I sacrifice my ancestors, my portrait will definitely be placed in the third position. "

The old man sneered and said: "My sect was suppressed by you decently for thousands of years, and I live like a dog. I have some hope in recent years. Of course, my old ancestor wanted to do something for the sect. To this lame who does n’t know, do you think I ’m angry? "

"Yeah, I heard that the young master of Xuanyin Sect is good. I want you to prepare to pass the exercises to him."

The young man smiled and said, "But I find it very interesting, so that's it."

The old man narrowed his eyes and said nothing more.

Of course he wanted to kill this young man and gain real freedom.

But he didn't do it, so there are naturally reasons why he can't do it.

The young man sighed, reaching for the old man's head, his eyes full of pity.

Compassion is not sympathy.

The old man is a well-known big devil in the history of spiritual practice, and one of the famous sword escapers: the three ancestors of Xuanyin Sect.

Who is eligible to pity him?

or.

The young man has pity on himself.