The Path Toward Heaven

Hearing this sentence, Jing Jiu was a little puzzled.

In his eyes, he was still the same as before, but he didn't know that in other people's eyes, his breath was clearer and more immortal.

Jing Jiu didn't understand what was going on until he remembered the reminder of the Ming Emperor.

It was at this time that the wind passed through the garden, and the flowers struck and fell on his face.

He took a bite, his breath was slightly cloudy, and the erratic feeling weakened a little.

Bai Zao blinked, wondering if he was dazzled, but still felt that Jing Jiu was very different from a few years ago.

"What are you doing in Chaoge City?" Jing Jiu asked.

I met again after a few years, and suddenly listened to such a problem, and replaced with another woman, I would be disappointed until you complain.

But Bai Zao knew that his temperament was like this, not deliberately indifferent or keeping his distance, but only smiled.

"I came to Jingxin Prince's Mansion long ago."

When she left Yunmeng Mountain, there was still silence in Chaoge City. Who would have thought such a big event would happen in Zhenmo Prison.

The King's Mansion in Jingxin has now been turned into a prison. She will not go there anymore, so she comes to Jingzhai.

She didn't know that Jing Jiu was here, but she came for him too.

The so-called encounters always require someone to walk to the other party first.

Jing Jiu said: "I have just come out soon."

According to his temperament, naturally he will not take the initiative to say what he has done in these years.

Bai Zao asked: "Where have you been in recent years?"

"I practiced in the imperial court's forbidden area ..."

Jing Jiu said the answer prepared in advance.

Bai Zao was silent for a while, and said, "Gu Qing is now Mr. Jingyao's prince. You have been retreating in the palace for three years. What is Qingshan going to do?"

Jing Jiu said: "I don't like Jing Xin. What happened recently also proves that he is not qualified to succeed the emperor."

He disagreed that Jing Xin ’s succession to the throne had nothing to do with the Zhenmo prison, or even that Jing Xin wanted to kill Zhao Layue. He simply did n’t like this person.

Later, it was known that Jing Xin's mother was an apprentice of Bai Zhenren, and his attitude became more firm.

Bai Zao said: "Doesn't Qingshan Zong really mind the blood of the fox demon flowing in the body of the next emperor? Don't forget that at that time Hu Guifei will be the queen mother.

"Jingxin will not become the God Emperor, this is an inevitable thing, so Jingyao is the only choice."

Jing Jiu's tone is very plain, but it has an irresistible meaning.

Bai Zao felt the change in his breath, confirmed his breakthrough, and said seriously: "Congratulations."

She is really happy.

The entire Chaotian Continent knew that Jing Jiu had been burning for six years in order to allow her to survive the extreme cold in the snow field. Later, she seemed to be affected by this, and her realm remained stagnant.Now no matter how much Jing Jiu's realm has been improved, whether it has reached an unreal level, but as long as there is a change, it is a good thing.

Jing Jiu's eyes fell on her, and she sensed that her golden pill was already complete, and even showed signs of becoming a baby, which was equivalent to reaching the wilderness of Qingshanzong.

Although not as fast as Zhao Layue, a weak woman with a congenital insufficiency can break through the situation so quickly, talent and diligence are really remarkable.

Of course, this is also because the Danzhu ancient script is very suitable for her.

Jing Jiu said: "If you have a chance in the future, you can go to Shuiyue Temple for advice. The foundation of this set of exercises comes from here."

Hearing Shui Yue'an, Bai Zao didn't know what he thought of, and said softly: "I always feel that the future monastic world will not be as peaceful as it is now."

Jing Jiu said: "There has never been a real peace in the world."

Bai Zao walked to the window and looked at his eyes seriously and said: "But unlike many things happening now, I'm not sure what kind of results those things will bring. Yunmeng Mountain has also been extremely unsatisfactory in recent years, and accidents have occurred , It seems that someone is secretly dealing with us. "

Jing Jiu did not speak.

The spiritual impact of the death of Canglong on the disciples of Zhongzhou School far exceeded that of Luohuainan's death.

Bai Zao did not say anything, just looked at him quietly, his expression focused and serious, as if he was enjoying a painting.

Jing Jiu asked, "What's wrong?"

Bai Zao said: "It's really pretty."

Jing Jiu said, "You have seen it."

Bai Zao said: "I'm afraid that the chances of seeing you will become less and less in the future, so I'll take a few more glances while I can still see you."

There was an accident in Zhenmo Prison. Yue Qianmen and Xiang Wanshu and other Zhongzhou practitioners wanted to enter, but they were stopped by the court.

During the investigation afterwards, the chief monk crossing the sea, who had always been known for Kuanren, was so tough that the Zhongzhou faction was extremely embarrassed.

There is a strange smell in these things.

More importantly, the Zhongzhou faction is not the same as the next god emperor supported by Aoyama, which is an unsolvable problem.

The relationship between the two leaders of the right path, which has improved slightly in the past decade or so, is about to deteriorate again.

As the head of the future Zhongzhou faction, Bai Zao no matter how he likes Jing Jiu and how he can be with him, both sides are afraid that even friends can hardly continue.

Looking at the weak girl in front of the window, Jing Jiu was silent for a moment, and went out to the house and came under the Begonia tree.

The setting sun had set westward, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the petals falling from the branches seemed to burn.

The streets outside the house are still deserted, and only the sound of building houses can be heard.

Bai Zao returned to the Begonia tree and looked up at him.

"Training is self-cultivation, we should accept the influence of sect, origin, surname, bloodline ... these innate things, but cannot be influenced by it."

Jing Jiu's voice was like a falling flower in the twilight, which seemed warm but cold.

Bai Zao said: "We always want to go beyond the sectarian, background and even the limits of blood, the same reason."

She said that we are ourselves, Tong Yan and the dead Luo Huainan, disciples of Nanwang and other two forgetful peaks, aspiring and pursuing young people in each school.

Of course Jing Jiu knows this, because Liu Shisui is also such a person, thinking about it and saying, "I wish you success."

He does not like the taste and practice similar to Liang Wangfeng, which does not mean that he wants these young people to fail.

"Just before you mentioned Shui Yuean, it reminded me of one thing."

Bai Zao said: "Winter Sister is also one of us, but maybe we should not call her Sister."

Jing Jiu's eyes moved slightly and said, "I don't understand what you mean."

Bai Zao said: "This is Brother Tong Yan."

Jing Jiu was impressed by the winter.

At the time of the Chaoge City May Fair, he and Zhao Layue left to meet Tianjin, and heard the sound of the piano on the mountain road.

It was a beginner's piano sound, but it could frighten the world.

At that time, he felt that the sound of the piano was quite old-fashioned.

The winter sister is not a sister.

The old man's style is the old man.

Begonia flowers that fell from the tree's head suddenly stood still in the air and stopped in front of Jing Jiu's eyes.

I don't know how long it took, he blinked.

Begonia flowers continue to fall.

Jing Jiu understood many things.

He asked, "Where is the winter?"