The Path Toward Heaven

That night.

Suddenly, the cold Defeng suddenly showed a hint of dryness.

The starlight fell and reached the bottom of the well, shining on the black dog.

The corpse dog opened his eyes and looked to the sky.

It was n’t Jing Jiu that fell with the starlight, but the five-segmented black wood with infinite Leiwei.

This is the treasure of Qingshan-Thunder Soul Wood.

Today there are only six sections of Thunder Soul Wood in Qingshan Sect, one section of which is not fully mature yet, and is still being baptized by thunderstorms on the top of Bihu Peak.

When Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue took Bai Gui from Bihufeng to Shenmofeng, they brought the five mature thunder soul trees together.

No one knows this except the head of the real person and Yuanqi whale, including the people of Bihu Peak.

The corpse dog lowered its head and sniffed the five sections of thunder soul wood that fell in front of him. After a moment of silence, it snagged under his body and hid like a bone.

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The next morning, the peak of the end of the gods.

Gu Qing said: "That car is in Guocheng Temple, do you want to call people back?"

Jing Jiu said, "No, it's too slow."

After saying this, he reached out and hugged the cat into his arms, then sat on the iron sword.

Tie Jian took his body and flew obliquely towards the sky.

Looking at the distant figure, Zhao Layue was in a slightly different mood. He always felt that he was a little anxious, not as calm or lazy as before.

Gu Qing praised and said: "This is the real ride away from the sword ... this is called Xianjia style."

Yuanqu was startled, and hesitantly said, "Isn't this just riding a donkey?"

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Looking at Chaoge City from afar, Jing Jiu fell down, wrapped his iron sword in a cloth and carried it behind his back, carrying the white cat and walking forward.

He is already the elder of the end of God's Peak, and he only needs to report for leaving Qingshan, but he knows that his departure will inevitably lead to a lot of discussion.

He did not let Zhao Layue conceal the fact that he failed to break through.

Chaoge City arrived soon, with the road guide Zhao Layue prepared that year.

There was light snow in the sky, falling on the hat he was wearing, and gradually accumulated into frost.

More snow fell on the street and was muddyed by pedestrians.

In the deep winter season, the Chaoge City is still full of tourists, especially the Baima Lake area is already prosperous, and today there are many more snow-watching people, and it is lively.

Jing Jiu's sleeve slightly moved, and the white cat leaned out, staring at the dark black eyes, and looked around curiously.

It likes to be quiet or not to move, and does not want to leave Qingshan at all. It will only come out when some emotions are stirred by that old thing.

At this time, looking at the lively scene completely different from Qingshan, it suddenly felt good to walk out.

I have n’t seen it in years, Chaoge City seems to be much cleaner.

Jing Jiu said: "Be careful, don't want people to see."

The white cat thought I was a living creature, not a magic weapon, and it wouldn't let me see the scenery. How boring?What if someone is found out?

Jing Jiu said: "It's not that people are afraid of knowing your origin, but walking cats is a very weird thing. I don't want to be noticed by too many people."

The white cat murmured, saying that you feel inconvenient. Why don't you bring that dog out?

Jing Jiu walked into a medical hall on the street.

The begonia flower was engraved on the plaque of the hospital, and it was the roller blind man.

A moment later he came out of the medical hall and didn't know what to ask.

Zhao Layue was right.

His mood is indeed urgent.

Only brothers in the world can let him have this emotion.

He and his brother both started to practice again, and Brother escaped from Jian prison a year before he returned to Qingshan.

He used to believe that he could easily recover this year.

This has something to do with talent. What really matters is that the two of them use different methods.

Jing Jiu's method originated from Guocheng Temple and Shuiyue Temple.

At that time, he and Zen Zi were talking about the Dao for a hundred days at the peak of the end of the gods, and they were talking about the reincarnation of the Golden Wheel. For some reason, Zen Zi was the person with the best attainment in this world.

Many years before, he also studied with Lian March for a period of time. In the snowfield, he taught Bai Zao's Danzhu ancient scriptures, which was the result of that year.

After adapting to this body, Jing Jiu felt that this method was perfect. Who had thought that he had encountered difficult problems now.

This made him a little uneasy, and then naturally remembered Brother's method.

Brother ’s method originated from the Underworld, and there are many drawbacks and hidden dangers-for example, it is difficult to find a body that perfectly fits the soul of the gods. Even if it is found, it cannot solve the problem of rapid decay.

Jing Jiu would not try this method again, but thought of the possibility of solving the sword ghost problem through this.

The object of his search for help is a strong underworld.

Aoyama Sword Prison also holds many strong underworld officials, but not strong enough.

What he wants to learn is the highest order soul fire lord of the underworld.

There is only one place in the Chaotian Continent for this class of Hades.

Xiaoxue continued to fall, falling quickly on the eaves, like the wet horns of the green dragon.

Jing Jiu stood at the alley and looked at Taichang Temple not far away.

There is where he is going.

The white cat looked over there, showing hostility, but the breath was more convergent, as if it didn't want to disturb anyone.

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Jing Jiu went up the steps, pressed the blue brick, and knocked on the door.

It didn't take long for footsteps to sound and the door was pushed open, revealing a tender face.

"excuse me, you are?"

The interrogating teenager touched twelve or three years old and looked at Jing Jiu curiously.

Jing Jiu wore a hat, but the teenager was much shorter than him and stood close, so he could easily see his face.

The teenager showed shock in his face, and then remembered something, shouting excitedly: "Are you ... are you uncle?"

Jing Jiu also remembered that the teenager should be the son of Jing Shang, that is, his nominal nephew.

When he came to Chaoge City, the little guy asked him to hug him and cried when he refused.

Unexpectedly, the children of that year had become so big.

If it is an ordinary person, there will probably be a lot of exclamation at this time, about time, family and life.

Jing Jiu had no mood changes.

The teenager was at a loss because of his indifference, and suddenly remembered his father ’s instructions over the years—the uncle was not an ordinary person—to hurry up and lead him to the door.

Jingfu was as quiet as in those days. The small garden between the flower hall and the side yard was planted with trees at random. Looking to the right, you could see the Begonia strain, bearing the snow, like blooming flowers.

Jing Jiu glanced at random, but he still didn't see the next man, but the courtyard wall in the northwest was pushed down halfway, and he seemed ready to expand.

The Jingshang and his wife had already ushered out of the flower hall, and the old man stood in the hall, rubbing his hands uncomfortably, not knowing what to do.

Jing Jiu thought about it and asked, "Did you eat it?"

Dishes were placed on the table in the flower hall.

The atmosphere is awkward.

Jing Shang knew that Jing Jiu wanted to express his goodwill.

Although this greeting is clumsy, it should not appear between family members.

But does he really dare to treat Jing Jiuzhen as his family.

"Ate."

Jing Shang replied with a smile, indicating that his wife and father should not be too nervous, and led Jing Jiu to the side yard.