The Path Toward Heaven

Zhao Layue's problem did not interrupt Jing Jiu's thoughts, but made him think more seriously.

What he said to Liu Shisui was the truth and the truth.

For this world, soaring is the biggest evil, but it is his biggest and only pursuit.

So good and evil are like clouds.

He only needs to be quiet because he needs to be undisturbed, and of course, because of certain emotional connections, he has a position.

He understands Fang Jingtian's emotional need to avenge Master, and also understands Lei Poyun's painstaking pursuit of breaking the border.

Brother Brother can set off huge waves in the world in one sentence, also because he understands what everyone needs and pursues.

The only special case is himself. Brother has never known what he likes and wants, only knows that he wants to ascend, but he cannot give this to him.

Just like he knew that Zhao Layue wanted nothing now but could not give her.

Zhao Layue said: "Fang Jingtian once asked Tianjin to kill you, which obviously has something to do with the Xihai sword faction and Bulao Lin. Why doesn't the master and the sword discipline handle it?

Jing Jiu said: "I said, they are brothers and brothers, and there is no evidence."

Zhao Layue said: "Don't you think that Shangdefeng is very doubtful?"

Qingshan Jiufeng knows that Yuanqi Whale doesn't like Jingyang real people, and in the last few things, Shangdefeng's handling is always wrong.

Jing Jiu knew that Yuanqi whale did not like himself, but he did not have any doubts and explained to her: "Lei Poyun killed him."

Zhao Layue said: "This may also be killing people."

Jing Jiu looked at her quietly.

Zhao Layue was silent for a while, and said: "Well, Liu Shisui's spiritual practice is expected to be resolved, which is always a good thing."

Having said that, being past Yin Feng once, Yin Ruyun and others were so faint, she was still a little unhappy, her nose slightly thickened.

Jing Jiu knew that she was not happy, but he was not used to it himself. In the past, if he encountered such a thing, he would either kill it with a sword, or he would kneel down and ask for mercy before the sword, which is like this, just start doing things There was actually a feeling of slacking off.

"The least lack of monk is patience."

He did not know whether he was teaching her or persuading himself.

When Jing Jiu was trapped in the snowy field, Gu Qingbian once said that it was not too late for the monks to avenge for a hundred years, but Zhao Layue was never such a person.

She looked at Jing Jiu and asked seriously, "When will you be able to enter the sea-breaking territory?"

Jing Jiu's realm still stays in the middle of Wuchang, a distance of five layers from the breaking sea.

For ordinary disciples in Qingshan, if everything goes well or if a situation can be broken in more than ten years, it is of course normal to spend decades.

However, Zhao Layue has unlimited hope for Jing Jiu, even if his state has been stagnant for more than seven years, he is about to become the weakest guy at the end of Shenmofeng.

Even in her view, as long as Jing Jiu can break the sea, neither Bai Rujing nor Fang Jingtian can be his opponent.

Hearing this problem, Jing Jiu smiled and said nothing.

Zhao Layue didn't understand what he meant, and asked, "What's wrong?"

I do n’t know whether it ’s because Qiuyang in the sky is too strong, or the smiling face is so beautiful. She did n’t notice that Jing Jiu ’s smile was bitter.

Surprisingly, there was a little self-deprecation in his smile.

These are the emotions that rarely appear on him.

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Jing Jiu never worried about his spiritual practice, but now he seems a little too confident because he has encountered a difficult problem that he cannot solve.

The queen of the snow country gave birth to a snowfield, and he and Bai Zao were trapped in Handong for six years.

In these six years, in order to ensure the temperature in the cave and prevent Bai Zao from being frozen to death in the deep cold, Jing Jiu kept burning the sword fire without stopping for a moment.

In order to ensure that the sword fire is burning, he needs to continuously supply the true yuan, and he must ensure that the true yuan will not be exhausted. For six years, the true yuan in his body has been running at a minimum, barely maintaining a ray of vitality, just like the river is about to The last piece of thin ice that melted completely was like the last piece of paper almost burned out in the furnace.

Such a situation is naturally impossible to practice, and it is impossible to have the spirit to perceive the world, and can only temper the will to be extremely tough.

It's a pity that Jing Jiu doesn't need this, so for him these six years are totally worthless.

He did n’t care much, thinking that after returning to Qingshan, everything would naturally return to normal, even if the state of the past two years was still stuck in the unremarkable state, and there was no sign of breakthrough, he was still not in a hurry. At the determined time at that moment, the rain could only splash on the bluestone.

Until a few days ago he thought about Liu Shisui's practice, and conducted a self-knowledge of swordsmanship for comparative study, and at the same time made a evolutionary evolution, and some unexpectedly found that ... if this continues, the drip seems to never be able to Drip through his own bluestone.

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Shenmofeng had a rare meeting, not on the cliff or in the cave house.

Jing Jiu rarely lay on the bamboo chair, and Zhao Layue did not sit on the chair, but all sat on the warm jade couch.

Looking at the picture of the two sitting side by side, Yuan Qu naturally remembered words such as red candles, with a silly smile on his face, and then he felt that the atmosphere in Dongfu was a little depressed, and quickly smiled and filled his face. Standing seriously beside Gu Qing.

Neither the white cat nor the cicadas liked the warm jade couch, and they refused to come over lying on a jade shoot in the distance.

Jing Jiu called the crowd to solve his spiritual problems.

Zhao Layue feels ridiculous. I think you ca n’t solve the problem of spiritual practice.

Yuan Qu thinks this is normal. No matter how high the uncle ’s talent for swordsmanship is, he ca n’t be higher than the master of natural Taoism. Brother Gu Qing ’s understanding is also very good, even if his own practice speed is about to catch up with his uncle It ’s natural for Uncle to ask for help. This spirit of shameless asking is worth appreciating.

Of course Gu Qing would n’t think like him. Master is unfathomable. Jiufeng True Sword came with him. How could he be qualified to help him?

Jing Jiu ignored the thoughts of the two disciples and talked about the problems he encountered, and directly pointed out the key points.

——His Flying Sword and Jian Maru cannot be combined into one.

Hearing this sentence, Gu Qing and Yuan Qu subconsciously looked at the dark iron sword in front of him.

This iron sword inherited from Master Xilaifeng Mo Xianshi is really unusual. He was burned by his sword fire for six years in the snowfield. Things are very ugly, like burnt tongs.

After entering the unrecognized realm, Jing Jiu still carried the iron sword and became an affair in the world of monasticism. Who would have thought that he did not do it deliberately, but was helpless?

Zhao Layue knew this, and Gu Qing and Yuan Qu also vaguely guessed something. He was still surprised to hear Jing Jiu admit it himself.