The Path Toward Heaven

Jing Jiu didn't wear that white dress, but wore an ordinary cloth shirt, still wearing a hat as usual.

The wide hat hat completely covers the face, and is separated by a sword and a gang, even if someone looks under the hat, he can't see his eyebrows clearly.

The reason why Lu Guogong can recognize him at a glance is mainly because he misses day and night. Of course, there are also reasons why Jing Jiuyi is so good.

Suddenly Jing Jiu disappeared in front of his eyes, and Lu Guogong was startled. He thought that he was suffering from illness, so he was dazzled?

He quickly stretched out his fingers and dipped some tea in the tea bowl and rubbed it on his eyes, then looked at it, and found that Jing Jiu had arrived by the grass dozens of feet away, shocked thinking what kind of Taoism Master Xian learned in the past three years. , There was a feeling of ecstasy.

The restoration works of Chaoge City are proceeding very fast. Taichang Temple is naturally the first batch, and the principle is to repair the old as old, so there is still a bamboo forest deep in Taichang Temple.

In the depths of the bamboo forest, there is still a long oblique passageway leading to the ground. Many workers are busy around the passageway, transporting a lot of things out of it.

The living dragon and the corpse are naturally two different things. There is no problem with the large and sturdy dragon body as a prison, but there are naturally many facilities to be added inside.

Jing Jiu walked to a very remote corner.

There was a bunch of lilac wildflowers in that corner, which swayed gently in the wind.

Jing Jiu reached out and took a bell out of the bunch of purple flowers, then pulled the white cat out of his sleeve and carefully tied it around his neck.

Liu Ada was a little awkward, turning his neck, the bell made a clear sound, attracting several butterflies.

The cat's claws rose through the wind and drove those butterflies away, and his face was full of unhappy looks.

Dislike of nature is not dislike of bells, but dislike of what Jing Jiu does.

Unwillingness is naturally not unwilling to be tied, but unwilling until the end it failed to fight the Canglong.

Jing Jiu said: "At that time, it was abandoned, and even if you go up and bite it into pieces, it will be invincible."

Liu Ada sneered at him, thinking to himself that there is no such thing as victory in the world.

Jing Jiu said: "You have fought for thousands of years, and eventually it is dead, you are still alive, then you have defeated this dragon and tiger fight."

Liu Ada thought for a while and found out that this was the truth.

It looked down to the ground, with some nostalgia and a lot of disgust in its eyes.

Missing is not missing.

There is no relationship between it and Canglong, even if it is a sentiment, it misses the young years that it once walked in the cloud.

Disgust is real. The most disliked by Qingshan Zhenshou are Yunmengshan's two posers, especially Canglong, greedy and idiot. The most important thing is that they are extremely ugly.

Jing Jiu was looking at the bunch of lilac flowers, with a touch of nostalgia.

He has few friends, but Hades is one.

After three years in Zhenmo Prison, most of the time he was settled in. He had n’t talked to the Underworld for decades, but it was enough.

——My friend has a naive and unsophisticated heart, calm and amiable, just like Styx.

Jing Jiu remained silent for a long time, thinking about what his brother had left in his notes.

Brothers also have few friends, and the Emperor Hades must be one.

Otherwise, Senior Brother would not do so much preparation.

In fact, no matter whether it was Brother Shi or him, he knew that the Emperor Hades was hit by the fairy mortal, and it would be very difficult to leave the Zhenmo prison alive.

It is now the best ending, because it is finally out.

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...

In Guocheng Temple, the setting sun shines far away.

Yinsan sat on the stone steps in front of the quiet room of Baishan, holding a scroll of Buddhist scriptures in his hands.

The twilight fell on him, and he was in the twilight too. The picture was beautiful and slightly bleak.

Ancestor Xuanyin looked at his back, his face full of admiration.

The big event in the town of Chaoge in Chaoge City is actually arranged by a real person.

He just sent a letter to the Zhenmo Prison. Why did so many things happen?

"Real people ... Real people are gods."

Patriarch walked behind Yin San and said sincerely.

Yinsan stood up, looked at Tallinn in the sunset, and said, "Do you know why I am so happy?"

The ancestor Xuanyin said: "Because the real person finally gave up the bad breath that year."

When Yin San returned to the world with the Ming Emperor, Xuanyin's ancestors were at their heyday, and naturally knew this secret.

Yin San said: "Yes, it's really a lot of fun."

The ancestor Xuanyin went on to say: "And Qingshan is a real person's Qingshan after all. The Zhongzhou faction was hit, and naturally it was a beautiful thing."

Yin San smiled and patted his shoulder.

I don't know when it started, he rarely touched the head of Xuanyin Patriarch like a dog.

Yin San was certainly not willing to be Emperor Jingxin, because that was the choice of the Zhongzhou faction, and more importantly, the prince was regarded as the Bai family's heritage, which made him uneasy.

That's why he dragged Jing Xin into the matter of Zhenmo Hei through the old things of Lao Lin.

The news of Chaoge City has been sent back to Guocheng Temple.

Mostly as he expected.

He knew Canglong's greed and understood Jing Jiu's methods. The only thing he couldn't think of was how Emperor Hades came out of Taichang Prison.

Now think about it, this should be related to Jing Jiu.

The ending is beautiful.

He sent the letter into the Zhenmo prison, and the Zhenmo prison was destroyed.

The Zhongzhou faction suffered serious setbacks, and Jing Xin's desire to succeed became increasingly difficult.

The only regret is that Jing Jiu is still alive. It seems that it is really troublesome to kill him. Is it necessary to take action in person?

Then Yin San remembered ... The Emperor Ming was dead.

He is not sad, because he knows the idea of ​​Hades-if death is freedom, the sea of ​​anger will also run.

Yinsan walked down the stairs to the twilight tower, put the sutra into a stone tower, took out the bone flute and lifted it to his lips.

Slender and steady fingers moved between the bloody red lines and played a piece of music.

This song is very plain, just yoyo.

Not far away, Song Tao calmed down, and the setting sun became redder.

The ancestor's eyes have been staring at the bone flute, and his eyes are extremely complicated. After the flute sounded, he gradually returned to indifference and sat on the stone steps, showing a smile.

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After leaving Taichang Temple, Jing Jiu returned to Jing Zhai and knocked on the door to see a young man.

It was still early in the morning, and Jing Shang was naturally still working in Taichang Temple. Jing's wife returned to her mother's house to help. Jing Jing went around the street, and there was only Jing Li at home.

Jing Li stared at him stunnedly and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Jing Jiu took off his hat and scattered Jian Gang.

Jing Li looked at his face and was taken aback. He said, "Uncle, are you back?"

Jing Jiu thought about it and said, "Your name is ... Jing Li."

Jing Li found that his uncle actually remembered his name this time. He was surprised again, and then he was very happy and greeted him with a smile.

Jing Jiu walked into the house and looked around at random. He found that the garden had disappeared in three years, and the garden had tripled. Of course, Jing Li was three years older.

After saying a few words, Jing Jiu returned to his room and found that the chess pieces on the chess board seemed to have been touched by someone. He was startled and remembered that Jing Zhai was very close to Taichang Temple. All of the changes in prison turned into ruins.

Everything that seems familiar is actually new.

Jing Jiu thoughtfully.

The white cat got out of his sleeve, jumped on the window sill, and squatted halfway into the garden.

Jing Jiu glanced at it.

He naturally can see that Jing Li has already begun to practice.

In the small mountain village that year, he taught Liu Shisui the Yumen breathing method.

Liu Ada ignored him, thinking that Lao Tzu had an infinite number of lives, and he didn't have much thoughts about accepting an apprentice. Do you want to control it?

Suddenly his ears tremble, as if to hear something, and jump off the window sill and disappear into the grass, leaving only a string of bells.

Jing Jiu walked to the window and looked at the Begonia tree that was very similar to that of that year.

Thinking of these things, when the wind suddenly came, the begonia flowers fell like powder snow.

In the Begonia flowers, the white dress fluttered, and the girl arrived.

This situation, as if it were then.

Bai Zao looked at him slightly.

Jing Jiu thought she wanted to ask about Zhenmo Hei.

He is ready to say something.

He knew nothing about Zhenmo Hei.

He has been practicing in the secret area of ​​the Royal Palace for the past three years. Because of the disturbance of the ground a few days ago, he went out early, and the realm has not yet ...

"How do you ... seem better?"

Bai Zao startled.