The Path Toward Heaven

The spring outside the window is deep, and you can sleep well.

When I wake up again after winter, it is a few days later.

She looked across, and found that Jing Jiu was still sitting there, as if she hadn't moved, but the cup of tea was gone.

Jing Jiu retracted his gaze looking out the window, looked at what she wanted to say, and finally didn't say it.

She said: "Do you think I am a lunatic? In such a low state, I actually want to kill Xilai."

Jing Jiu said: "It is indeed unwise."

Winter said: "Tong Yan said the same way. He privately persuaded me a few times in the vegetable garden of Baotong Temple."

Jing Jiuxin thought that you have never been a girl who would listen to others' advice.

"I have a nephew called He Zhan. It's stupid. I have the opportunity to take care of him for one or two in the future."

After winter, he did not wait for his answer, and continued: "I went to Xihai because I think it is possible. I want to try it whenever possible."

Jing Jiu said: "The premise of any adventure should be to find no other choice."

Winter said: "I don't have much time, so I think it can be equated to no other choice."

Jing Jiu said: "I said you won't die."

Winter said: "Even if I can survive this time, time is running out."

Jing Jiu understood what she meant and turned to look at the scenery outside the window.

The spring is already deep and it is about to be moldy. It is not as good as the other day, and it is not as good as the red leaves in late autumn.

The spring silkworm runs out to the dead silk, but it is not really dead, and then it will turn into a beautiful moth, spread its wings and fly farther.

It's just that moths can't live too long.

Jing Jiu made it very clear that with this method for the winter, the life left would not be too long.

If you don't use this method, she can live for at least 200 years in her realm, but she has no hope of breaking through the sky and seeing the scenery elsewhere.

And even if she used this method, Feisheng's hopes were still very small, only slightly increased, and even negligible.

It is a magnificent gambling to use the life of still water to change the glorious first-line possibility.

If someone else knows the choice of winter, might it be worth it?

Jing Jiu would not say such things, because if he was replaced, he would choose this way.

This is the destiny choice of the monk, he thinks it should be called the existence meaning of the monk.

"So I'm in a hurry."

After saying this, the winter went to sleep again.

Yes, she is very anxious.

She was anxious to find her heir, so she sent out a jug of wine by the lake and personally participated in the next plum meeting.

She was anxious to make up for the regrets of the year, so she went to Baicheng from time to time and said something that didn't make much sense in that temple.

She would go to Xihai because of this.

Jing Jiu walked in front of her, crouched down and looked at her face, and remained silent for a long time.

He is ready to leave.

In Chaoge City, after listening to Bai Zao's words, he just wanted to meet her.

I ’ve seen it now, that ’s enough.

As soon as she returns to Shuiyuean, he will return to Qingshan, wait for everything to be prepared, and then come to her to heal her injury.

It now appears that she is unwilling to return to Shuiyin Temple and prefers to stay in the world.

Just like in previous years.

From Baotong Temple to Baicheng, from Chaoge to Xihai, she walked with enthusiasm like a gust of wind.

She is a person whose nature is like fire and can never be idle. She doesn't like to stay in the same place for too long.

Hundreds of years ago, she had said a lot to him and talked about many things, and this is one of them.

He didn't care what she said, what she liked, and what she didn't like.

Now all those words appeared in his mind, very clear.

The monk's memory is really good, but this is not really a good thing.

Jing Jiu decided to stay.

After coming out of Zhenmo Prison, he only stayed in Chaoge City for a few days, and then took Gu Qing to the West Sea.

Nether Immortal Sword hasn't really grasped completely, and the new realm is not stable enough. It takes time to feel it well, and then digest it.

After digestion is not the end, but the real beginning.

After entering the town of Devil Prison and learning from the Emperor of the Soul Fire, he practiced a different path from his predecessors.

Neither the ancestors of Qingshan, nor the genius Jianxiu of Wuenmen, Kirishima, etc., have ever walked this way.In the history of Chaotian Continent or some demons have tried a similar method, such as the demon restraining the soul, but that is only in a similar form, and in essence it is still two completely different levels.

If he can go through this path of cultivation, Qingshan Jianzong will open up a new world, and may even be regarded as an open school.

Such a big event naturally needs time to think and prepare.

The view of this temple is excellent. The quiet lake is soft and undisturbed. It is a good place to think.

Well, just stay here for a while.

Jing Jiu thought so.

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...

The spring is very deep, the summer is coming, and the peaks of the green mountains in Tiannan are more obvious.

There is a great deal of isolation, which is not hot and uncomfortable, but the obviously darker jungle color still makes people feel uncomfortable.

Zhao Layue stood by the cliff, looked at the oily peaks, raised her eyebrows slightly, and was unhappy.

The monkey's cries came from the peak, the voice was very cheerful, and it must be Gu Qing who came back.

Standing behind Zhao Layue, he lowered his head and said, "He Zhan ran away."

He Zhan's realm of strength is extraordinary. Among the younger generation of practitioners, he has always been called the second in the world. When he decided to run, Gu Qing couldn't stop him.

Yuan Qu stood aside and felt a little strange. Why did Brother Brother not kneel directly like he did last time, but just bow his head?

"I found one thing with the roller blind people, or they deliberately let me know."

Gu Qing raised his head, his expression was a little weird, and he got the news in detail.

The news given by the roller blind man had many details, and he didn't even miss Jing Jiu's replacement of a wheelchair with a golden leaf.

Zhao Layue listened silently and said, "It's good to be alive."

Gu Qing was relieved.

Zhao Layue thought, it seems that he is still alive through the winter, but the injury is relatively serious, and said: "You go to the Jinbianxi cliff."

Gu Qing stunned, took a black stone she handed over, looked at Yuan Qu.

Yuan Qu shook his head, indicating that he did not know what it meant.

Zhao Layue said, "I want to use it to practice swords."

Gu Qingyu left the sword.

Zhao Layue sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to start adjusting interest.

Fu Sijian hangs quietly over her head, vibrating slightly, and may fly out at any time.

The peak is shrouded in brilliant red light.

Yuan Qu understood what Master wanted to do and admired it.

Powerful sword repairs can kill people across tens of miles or even further away.

But to do such a horrible thing, you must first determine the location of the target.

If you can see each other, of course it doesn't matter.

Zhao Layue did this when he killed Luo Huainan in Guihua City.

More often than not, Jianxiu simply couldn't see where his goal was.

At the beginning, Pei Baifa was able to severely injure the Western King Sun with a sword across the thousands of miles in Wanshou Mountain, because the Western King Sun had the first son sword in his hand.

The Emperor Shen has already made the imprint of the soul on the sword of the first son.

Zhao Layue asked Gu Qing to take Black Stone to the Golden Whip Creek Cliff to practice this flying sword killing technique.

The Golden Whip Creek Cliff is seventeen miles from the peak, and has reached the farthest killing distance of Youye's initial realm, so Yuan Qu can only admire it.

I wonder if Gu Qing put the black stone in place.

Zhao Layue suddenly opened his eyes.

Black and white.

Firth's sword broke away.

There was a sword roar from the peak.

A white turbulent flow appeared in the sky hundreds of feet high, and then an extremely loud popping sound was heard.

The Firth sword disappeared without a trace.

After a moment.

There was some movement in the distant mountains.

The breeze lightly flicked the coat, and the sword's intent remained for a long time.

Yuan Qu felt pale in the sense of murder in this sword.

I don't know how Gu Qing will feel by the Golden Whip Creek.

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...

In addition to Qingshan, there are naturally others who will inquire about Jing Jiu's whereabouts from the roller blind.

The roller shutter man didn't provide much details, such as the wheelchair and Jing Jiu's last appearance, but did not forget to mention the iron sword behind Jing Jiu.

Obviously, this is the news after deliberate selection.

People only know that Jing Jiu disappeared in the past few years in preparation for breaking through. He knows that few people have visited Chaoge City, and no one knows that he has been to Xihai.

The Iron Sword is still ... that means his realm is still stagnant, and even the lack of realm is not perfect.

This made the practitioners feel a lot of emotion.

Is it possible that another genius will stop here, and then become a name that will only be mentioned occasionally?

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...

From spring to summer solstice.

Ohara Castle is a famous summer resort in Chaotian mainland, but it is still a little sultry.

In the Zen room, the ninth winter wakes up.

The celestial silk on her body has all turned white, blown by the lake wind through the round window, broken like an inch, and then scattered invisible.

Jing Jiu asked, "Stabilized?"

Guo Dong yelled, feeling the hot wind outside the window falling on his face, feeling slightly unhappy.

The fact that the monk does not invade the cold and heat does not mean that they do not like the cool world, especially people like her.

Jing Jiu noticed her expression and the tiredness between her eyebrows. After thinking about it, she got up and walked to the opposite side to hug her.

Overwinter looked at him without expression.

Without explanation, Jing Jiu took her out of the Zen room and put it in a wheelchair.

The sound of wheelchair rolling bluestone sounded.

The following days kept ringing.

Jing Jiu pushed a wheelchair to walk by the lake, chasing the wind in the shade.

Now she no longer sleeps for a long time and can talk to him, but she doesn't talk as much as he imagined, more often she is silent.

When it was cloudy, he would push her to bask in the sun, but before long, she would hear her irritable voice.

After a few days, the summer heat was deeper, the Antang was in the deep valley, the wind was relatively small, the lake was steaming, and it was more sultry.

The mood for winter is getting worse, and I keep complaining.

Jing Jiu knew that she just couldn't help herself, and wanted to go outside, so she asked the old nun. There was a view nearby.

The old nun said there was a lake at the junction of the two streams when they came. There are many lotus flowers in the lake. The scenery is very good and relatively cool.

Ohara Castle is a famous summer resort in Chaotian mainland. Jing Jiu thought that if there was such a good place to go, I was afraid that it would be overcrowded and worried that it would be inconvenient.

The old nun said it ’s okay. There are very few people in Ohara City who know that lake, especially nobody in the early morning. It ’s a good idea to take a girl to relax.

In the early morning of the next day, Jing Jiu pushed the wheelchair away from the temple, and the old nun watched him leave, with a look of relief on his face.

There is no lake at the intersection of the two streams, just a water hole.

There are dense lotus shoots in the pool, completely covering the water surface, the breeze is coming, the pink lotus is fresh and tender in the morning light, it is indeed very beautiful.

Jing Jiu thought of the waterhole in the Zhenmo Prison and thought it was interesting.

The wheelchair is parked by the water where the lotus leaves are the most dense.

The morning light is getting stronger.

Neither of them spoke.

Suddenly the sound of water rang in the pool, and the lotus leaf shook, revealing a person.

The man waved his hands against the shore and floated in the water. The pool of water kept pouring into his mouth. He could no longer utter a word and could only make a whine sound.

Jing Jiu and Guo Dong looked at him quietly, without speaking or helping out.

The man's eyes were full of despair and absurd expression.

If he still has time to think at this time, he will surely think, why are you so close to each other, why not save me?

Even if you don't save me, why do you watch me die so quietly?

It didn't take long for the human body to run out, sinking towards the bottom of the water, and his straight hands patted helplessly on the lotus leaf twice.

Jing Jiu and the winter still didn't move.

After a while.

Jing Jiu said, "It's true."

There were some surprises during the winter, saying, "I never doubted it was fake."

Jing Jiu was silent for a while, and said, "I thought you wanted to make sure of the situation and make a decision."

Winter looked at him and said, "I am crippled now, and I can only save you."

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...

The man was lying on the ground, his chest slightly undulating, spitting out water from time to time, looking like a dying goldfish,

The man was very young, and he should be a son of a wealthy family looking at his clothes. Somehow he would appear in this remote water pool early in the morning, and he was almost drowned.

After a while, the young man finally got a little harder, got up hard, bowed to Jing Jiu, and thanked for his life-saving grace.

Then he turned to the winter in the wheelchair and wanted to thank him, but his body froze.

The girl in the wheelchair looked a little weak, but the expression was so calm, as if she had looked down on life and death.

The young man's eyes brightened like stars.

He finally found his light.

Overwintering doesn't like this passionate look and says, "Let's go."

Jing Jiu pushed the wheelchair away.

The young son stared at them leaving, and after a while he woke up and hurried up. He thanked him and asked about their origins.

Jing Jiu ignored him.

He didn't glance at him during the winter.

The young man thought of a possibility, and felt that his behavior was indeed good for Meng Lang.

Jing Jiu is not prepared to answer this question.

In fact, he didn't know what kind of relationship he should have with her.

In the past hundreds of years, they have played several times, but the outcome is not important.

Co-sponsored Avenue, but embarked on a completely different path.

Not an enemy, but vowed never to meet again.

What does it matter?

Zhao Layue had heard his own past after hearing the past events of Jingyang and Lian March.

This relationship is complicated.

So she was so vigilant when facing Shui Yue'an.

It now appears that Zhao Layue's judgment is very accurate.

The wheelchair suddenly stopped.

Because the winter hand fell on both sides.

"We are siblings."

She said calmly.

Hearing this answer, the young man was very surprised and felt that the world was drunk.

Jing Jiu's eyes were slightly drooping and his eyelashes were not moving.

Like a lotus in the water.

Suddenly the wind came.