The Path Toward Heaven

Jing Jiu thought about the previous things.

Fang Jingtian is the owner of the former peak of the Qingshan Mountain, and of course he should care about him, but in front of so many people, he directly asked to wear his own realm. What does this mean?

Many things in the world seem to be difficult to solve, but in fact they can be deduced and calculated, at least roughly, but this is very tiring.

Jing Jiu didn't think this was a big deal, he didn't want to spend his energy to make calculations, and was preparing to stop thinking about it. He suddenly looked at Gu Qing's face and remembered what he said to Zhao Layue.

He asked the young man with the surname Yuan to enter the house and waited, and then told Gu Qing about it from beginning to end.

For the first time, Gu Qing knew that Fang Jingtian had tried to kill Jing Jiu twice. His shocked face was pale, and he said, "Have you reported to the leader?"

Fang Jingtian is the master of the former peak, and he has a high status in the Qingshan Sect. Only the head and sword law are eligible to be punished.

Jing Jiu said: "Without evidence, he would not even kill Luo Huainan, let alone his own brother."

Gu Qingxin thought that what do you want me to do when you say these things to me?

Jing Jiu said: "Organize these things, and then figure out what he might do and what we should do."

After saying this, he got up and walked into the room, and the young man with the surname Yuan was still waiting inside.

Gu Qing knew that he had to say something to the young man with the surname Yuan, but he didn't care. He just thought about the tasks given to him by Master, and he couldn't help feeling distressed.

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The teenager named Yuan left.

Jing Jiu walked to the window and glanced outside the courtyard.

At a glance is Baicheng, he is looking at that temple.

At a glance the South, he did not know where the brother was.

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Juyecheng.

The cold fog in the north gradually disappeared, and this already lively city regained more anger. The restaurants and restaurants were already full, and the steam from the shabu-shabu was everywhere.

In a restaurant's private room, there is a hot pot on the table. There are red and white soup in the pot, which is constantly rolling, and the ingredients inside are washed up and down.

The short, thin old man rubbed his nose, feeling very tired, and said, "Are you tired of eating this stuff?"

The young man said: "Putting different ingredients means different tastes. There are thousands of ingredients in the world, and there are thousands of tastes. How can you get bored?"

The short and thin old man took chopsticks and spinach from the white soup, swallowed it with the sesame sauce and tofu in the dish, and found that the taste was not bad.

I do n’t know if it was burnt by the food, or if I rubbed it too hard just now, his nose became redder and he asked vaguely, "What are you going to do next?"

The young man said, "I'm going to see the kid named Xiao Ming."

The slender old man looked slightly cold and said, "Are you really going to let him take my ancestral inheritance?"

The young man said: "Xuanyin Zong's child is now called Su Ziye? I like this name very much. I won't help it. Whoever wins will be your heir. How appropriate is it?"

The short and thin old man sneered and said, "Do you think your conspiracy is too good, so you named yourself Yinsan?"

The young man was not angry, and said with a smile: "You are the third ancestor of Xuanyin Sect. It is actually quite appropriate to use this name. Do you want me to give it to you?"

The short and thin old man was very depressed and said with sarcasm: "The little guy named Jing Jiu is still alive, are you disappointed?"

The young man ignored him, carefully picked a whole piece of brain flower from the red soup, and put it in a bowl full of scallion, oil, garlic and garlic.

The short and thin old man was bored and said, "The pig brain is not as tasty as the human brain."

The young man thought that he was indeed a pig brain. Why didn't he see that Jing Jiu wasn't him?

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The next day, all the sect masters and disciples who participated in the Taoist war must return to the mountains.

In the early morning, Bai Zao came to the Qingshanzong courtyard.

Whether it is a deacon who cleans the courtyard, a handyman, or a disciple of Qingshan who practises the sword in the morning, he is very sensible and tacitly understands no obstacles.

The young man with the surname Yuan is a little hesitant about whether to do something.

Gu Qing dragged him away, thinking about where the elders' turn could be our worry.

Of course, it doesn't matter if you do something privately, but don't you see the morning light so bright at this time?

There was a faint voice over the courtyard wall.

The young man with the surname Yuan listened on his ears, and was anxious only when he heard the title. He said: "She should call Uncle Jing, but Brother Si Jing, what is the intention?"

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"I should have been very happy."

Bai Zao whispered: "I survived, and it seemed like I had repaired the broken Jindan after a short sleep. It might not even take a few years before I could grow into a baby, but why am I unhappy? "

Jing Jiu really didn't understand and asked, "Why?"

"I didn't expect that once I settled in, when I woke up again, the fog would recede."

Bai Zao said: "If I woke up a year early, no, even if it was only a few days, it would be better."

Jing Jiu still didn't understand and asked, "What do you mean?"

Bai Zao whispered: "Everything seems to have stayed six years ago. If I can wake up one day in advance, I can get to know you a little bit better."

Without words, express your affection.

Jing Jiu got it, thought it was a bit tricky, and said: "The road is sky-high, and there is no limit. If you have a chance, you will always see you again."

This is refusal, or avoidance, and it is not euphemistic for smart people like them.

Bai Zao stared at him staring blankly.

The cold mist has receded, and the field outside Baicheng is not as cold as it was in previous years, but the wind is still a bit cold.

The hair in her ears was light and fluffy, like a little white flower trembling in the wind, and it was extremely weak.

Just when Jing Jiu was going to say something more, she reached out and held her hair behind her ears, and said softly, "Yes, we will meet again soon."

Jing Jiu Xin thought what does this mean?

"Brother Luo is dead, but I must tell my parents the truth about this matter."

Bai Zao naturally changed the subject.

Jing Jiu said: "Of course."

Bai Zao thought of something and said with a smile: "The relationship between Liu Shisui and you seems really good, not at all like the rumors."

Jing Jiuxin thought that Tong Yan's relationship with you is also very good, but you don't know the whole truth of this matter, so it's inconvenient to tell you.

The courtyard door was knocked, and Gu Qing's voice rang out: "Master, Xilu Jianpai Tonglu begs to see."

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Tonglu stared at Jing Jiu's eyes and said, "I'm going to duel with you and wait for you to go back to Qingshan to rest and pass the sword to me."

Jing Jiu said, "Why?"

Tonglu said: "Because Liu Shisui killed Luo Huainan."

After saying this, he glanced at Bai Zao, his eyes full of disappointment, he said nothing, and left the courtyard with his sleeves.

Jing Jiu said: "He knows."

"Yes, otherwise he should thank us for letting the master live three more years."

Bai Zao Bingxue is clever and naturally knows what he is saying, "I just don't understand why he is so angry since he knows that the story told by the master is false."

Jing Jiu said: "In the real story, Luo Huainan is sorry for us, but has nothing to do with him. His life is always saved by Luo Huainan."

Bai Zao said: "Why did Master tell him the truth?"

Jing Jiu said, "Honest?"

"I would think so if it was before, but now I don't even know what kind of person Master is."

After saying this, Bai Zao was silent.

The morning wind once again blew the hair beside her ear.

Jing Jiu said, "I don't know."

He has only seen Luo Huainan side.

Across a hundred feet of wind and snow.

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"Uncle Master is back!"

"Which uncle?"

"Little Uncle!"

"Uncle Jing Jiu?"

"Yes!"

In the midday sun, Xijianxi turned white, not like a golden whip, but more like a jade belt.

Numerous exclamations sounded in the pavilion beside the stream.

More than a dozen sword-washing disciples could no longer sit down and squeezed to the window, looking at the sword boat slowly falling into the sky.

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(The little white flower is definitely not the white lotus, I especially like the little white flower in the guest ...)