The Path Toward Heaven

(This is the last chapter of this volume. In fact, I always wanted to know if any readers would look back at the beginning of the volume after reading a volume. I really recommend everyone to look at it. Every time I pick a word to fit a volume. The content and spirit are very difficult things, but I have found it with luck every time, including the next volume. Thank you, a classmate.)

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Fu Sijian accelerated again into the virtual realm, entered the thunder domain twice to receive the thunderstorm baptism, replenish the aura, and came to the distant sea deep in the evening of the next day.

The maelstrom, like in the past years, swallowed the sea water constantly, but the sound it made was not so violent. It was very light and pleasant, no wonder it was called Mingquan Secret Realm.

The mist that shrouded the islands was still so deep that even marine fish could not enter or leave, and I didn't know how the boy and the Western King Sun had left.

The giant was sitting cross-legged in the sea, holding the ten thousand-year-old giant tree in his left hand, supporting his head with his right hand, pulling his eyelids, already trapped, still insisting to glance at the mist from time to time.

Firth fell from the sky and flew to his eyes, shaking the tail of the sword, drawing a few circles in the air, and then standing still.

The giant's eyes lit up with joy, and he reached out his fingers and carefully touched the Firth sword.

His movements were so precise that he did not fly the Forth sword.

Furth Sword flew away with a swish.

The giant waved his hand as he saw the sword disappearing.

There was a strong wind in the sky.

The giant withdrew his hand, yawned while covering his mouth, and looked down at the archipelago in the mist, with a simple smile on his face.

He got up and walked to the vortex hundreds of miles north, and threw the old tree in his hand.

He shouted to the west and turned to the distant foreign continent in the east.

The next morning, Penglai Island ushered in the first hurricane this summer.

When the boatmen and the sailors were nervous, they suddenly heard the roar that was faintly caught in the wind, and they could not help shouting in ecstasy.

Neptune Communication!

It's time to sail!

Thousands of treasure ships and god ships left the shore and drove towards the depths of the sea, leaving countless beautiful traces in the blue sea.

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The blue lake reflected the sky, like a mirror.

The sky gradually divided.

The water broke.

A black tent boat passed slowly.

Suddenly, raindrops fell on the lake, and numerous ripples appeared.

This is the Yanyu Lake in Shangzhou City. The scenery is excellent, and it is the most frequented place for tourists from other places except the Star Picking Tower.

Liu Shisui was sitting at the bow of the boat, holding a bamboo fishing rod in his hand, and Xiao He was sitting opposite, holding a needle and thread in his hand.

There has been no fish hook for a long time.

The small bubbles that the light rain brought up on the water looked like bubbles spit out of fish, which was even more annoying.

Liu Shisui has a good temper, a calm expression, and can't see a hint of impatience.

Xiao He watched him fail to pay attention to himself, his eyes slightly turned, and he blew quietly towards the lake.

In the past, in Haizhou City and on the way to escape, she has always been extremely dignified and quiet in front of Liu Shisui.

Because of this small movement, she was alive and moving, very moving.

The fishing line trembled slightly and straightened instantly.

Liu Shisui was a little surprised. He pulled up the fishing rod and found it was a koi carp. He said happily, "Yes."

Xiao He looked at him with a smile and said, "Something is wrong with my son."

Liu Shisui repeatedly waved his hand and said, "What kind of son am I?"

Xiao He looked at him with his eyes wide open and asked, "Of course you are a son, son."

Liu Shisui said earnestly: "It is the son like my son."

Hearing this sentence, Xiao He suddenly felt a little pain in her shoulder and a little cold.

Liu Shisui didn't understand why her emotions were suddenly bad, did she think it was raining?

The rain stopped suddenly.

The weather in midsummer is really like the mood of a girl.

The sun suddenly became intense, and the lake produced steam, which was very hot.

Although the practitioners are not afraid of cold and heat, they will feel uncomfortable, and the storm is quiet, it is time to go.

Liu Shisui released the koi and threw it back into the lake, saying, "Go."

The old scholar reminded them before he died, and then returned to Qingshan when everything was calm. Now that the battle for Yuntai has passed for several decades, the situation should have stabilized.

Thinking about this, Xiaohe would go to Qingshan and meet Jing Jiu, who was most afraid of him.

Wupeng boat docked and replaced with a horse-drawn carriage.

The cart was a docile white horse, from Shangzhou City all the way to the south, unhappy.

Liu Shisui did not choose to control the sword because it was too conspicuous.

The Yuntai was destroyed, but there were many assassins in Lao Lin who survived. Those people must really want to kill him, plus Luo Huainan, he was really dangerous.

The carriage stopped more than thirty miles away from Yunji Town. Taking advantage of the night, Liu Shisui took Xiaohe over the two mountains and came to a cliff.

Standing by the cliff, looking at the scattered lights in the village at the foot of the mountain, Liu Shisui took a deep breath.

When he saw the parents who were packing lotus leaves in the small courtyard, his expression became softer.

"Why not see you?" Xiao He asked.

Liu Shisui was silent for a while and said, "I will say it later, if ... it's okay."

Xiao He glanced at him, thinking if he could return to Qingshan, what would happen, to know that you are the greatest hero of the destruction of the old forest.

After crossing the two mountains again, before returning to the carriage, Xiao He lifted his formation and the two boarded the car to Yunji Town. It was already early morning when they arrived.

The restaurant was open on the first floor, and the steamer was placed on the street. The hot mist that came out was mixed with the clouds that flowed from the peaks.

Looking at the peaks in the fog in the distance, Liu Shisui finally relaxed and said to Xiao He: "First eat something, and then we will go directly."

He bought two stuffed buns with four big money, one with Xiaohe.

Xiao He looked at the steamed buns that were bigger than her face.

Liu Shisui didn't pay attention to her, tearing off the paper sticking to the bun, biting hard, feeling very satisfied.

Suddenly he sensed something and looked up at the sky.

After a few moments, more than ten sword lights broke through the sky, and then, there were two more magical weapons, even faintly able to see the shadow of a huge cloud boat.

Clouds cover the town. Ordinary people cannot see the high-altitude pictures like him, but the residents of Yunji Town are extremely experienced in this respect. When they see the changes in the clouds, they know that there are practitioners passing by, and they discuss it.

Liu Shisui was a little worried, and thought it was a foreign enemy?

He was about to throw away the buns, chased him with Xiaohe Yujian, and heard the sound of discussion all around.

Then he noticed that the residents in the town were all beaming and could not see the nervous look at all.

"That's all the things of the fairy masters, what does it have to do with us?"

"Such a happy event, can't we be happy?"

"The only girl in charge of the Zhongzhou faction is a real fairy! Such a family, such an identity, actually came to Qingshan in person to raise relatives, not to mention the fairy master in Qingshan, but we also feel that there is light on our faces! "

Listening to the comments of the residents in the town, Xiao He was very surprised and asked, "Who is she going to raise?"

Liu Shisui was also surprised, saying, "Is it a son?"

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(The third volume touches the fish)