The Path Toward Heaven

There is a verdant valley on the bank of the East China Sea, and there is a bottomless cave in the valley. The cave is full of mist and the wind is bursting.

In order to prevent the Underworld's powerful and even the army from crawling out of the Tongtian Pavement as a disaster, there are extremely powerful prohibitions around it.

At that time, Donghai Shenni even built Shuiyue Temple not far away.

So although the scenery here is excellent, it is never a scenic spot.

Jing Jiu stood on the edge of the cliff and looked at it with his hands on his back, like a tourist.

The cloudy wind whirls the mist, forming countless turbulences and vortices in the Tongtianjing, which is more terrifying than the gang wind in the high altitude.

The sight is all dark, unable to see exactly what is below.

Jing Jiu remembered that he had never been to the underworld.

I've been there now.

Sure enough, as mentioned in the book, there are 13 floors in Tongtianjing.

He suddenly felt something and looked back into the distance.

Qingshan is in that direction.

He looked quietly there, not knowing what was in his heart.

There was a cloudy wind in the open patio.

He reached out his right hand, as if something invisible fell on his palm.

He sensed for a moment with his consciousness, and there were some emotions in his eyes.

Unlike what the Emperor Hades conceived, the Underworld knew of the news of his death and did not immediately greet the new king, but fell into chaos.

The mage has to suppress the rebels and negotiate with other forces.

But maybe all of this is in Hades' plan, and long-term stability will often be based on a real chaos.

When the chaos of the Underworld is over and a new king is ushered in, he will find time to go down in person and return the Seal of the Underworld Emperor.

If you are a brother, you will definitely choose the new Hades, but he will not do it.

This is a matter for the Underworld and should be decided by the Underworld itself.

Jing Jiu turned and left.

There are prohibitions around Tongtianjing, with rune paper on the cliff and scriptures left by monks in Guocheng Temple.

That wind and his stay naturally alarmed some people.

It didn't take long for several beautiful girls with beautiful faces to fly to the edge of the cliff, looking around with a watchful face, but they didn't find anything strange.

"Instructor Anli to summon the factions, I am afraid that there is a very powerful underworld demon who has sneaked up from the Tongtianjing."

The young girl headed worriedly said: "It must be said that there is an idea about the immortal celestial mortal of the Zhongzhou faction.

They did not know that the person they were worried about had already arrived at Shuiyue Temple at this time.

Shui Yue'an is in Qinggu. If Chengsi is divided into a front monastery and a backyard, it is also divided into two inner and outer courtyards.

Jing Jiu fell deep in the temple and did not disturb anyone, because there was already a green curtain waiting for him.

The Qinglian small sedan is the elder of Shui Yue'an.

He knew what the other party meant, but he didn't stop talking to the other party, just nodded.

No one knew that he had come to Shuiyuean except for the Lord and the elder.

The process of the West Sea chaos three years ago has already spread.

Everyone thought that the winter was dead.

If one knew that the winter had been returned to Shuiyuean by him, he would definitely think of him as the elder Qingshan who took her away in the West Sea.

This matter does not matter in itself. Could Aoyama Sect still be afraid of the Xihai sword faction?

The key is that in order to avoid the sword of the Xihai sword god, Jing Jiu used the ghost sword.

Those pictures and details will remind the interested person of the figure in Chao Ge who fled from the town of demon prison to the sky, even the Canglong did not catch up.

The Zhongzhou faction has long believed that the figure was related to the death of Canglong. If it is known to him, it will cause great trouble.

At least he wanted to take away that fairy mortal would become impossible.

This time he sent to Zhongzhou to participate in the questioning conference, but it may still be exposed in the end, but by then he should have taken the Xianlu in his hand, it does not matter.

A large round window opened on the wall of the Zen room, and the lower edge had reached the ground, obviously newly chiseled.

There is a lake outside the round window, and there are many precious flowers and trees densely growing on the lakeside.

It is late autumn now, and the seasons are still spring-like, with flowers and trees in full bloom.

The lake was newly dug, and those trees were newly moved.

The trees outside the window are too dense, and the picture presented is naturally not as beautiful as Sanqian Temple.

If this is also a group fan, the level of the artist is obviously much worse.

Jing Jiu glanced, thinking that this kind of thing really doesn't suit you.

Of course he wouldn't say these thoughts. He pushed the wheelchair out of the Zen room and came to the lake.

When I came to the lake, the flowers and trees that I could see were no longer so dense, and they were clear.

The winter sighed with satisfaction, and said, "Tomorrow I will have people cut these trees."

Jing Jiuxin thought that if all the trees were cut down, a bald lake wouldn't look down upon.

Suddenly the wind rose, and the rain fell on the begonia tree, and sprinkled on the two.

For three years in the world, he had nothing to do with the winter.

When it comes to things, it's not that things are waiting for you, but that you look for things yourself.

The winter was once bloody, and it is still bloody, but countless years have passed. Those things that have done heroism have already been tired of doing things, and no longer look for things as they did in those years.

Zhao Layue was still fresh in that year, and Fu Sijian would have so much blood.

It doesn't matter what kind of Jing Jiu it is, just stay quietly.

Thinking of Zhao Layue, the former subtle feeling appeared again, Jing Jiu raised his eyebrows slightly.

There is not much water and grass in the new lake, and the fish swim weakly.

Looking at the lake during the winter and asking, "What's the matter?"

Jing Jiu said, "I'm leaving."

After thinking about it for the winter, said, "Take care."

Jing Jiu can leave directly from Tongtianjing and make a special trip back to Yue'an to make a farewell to her.

With the temperament of the winter, you should say no, but take care because you know he will come back again.

With the immortal mortal.

Jing Jiu pushed her back to the Zen room and left.

Winter sitting in a wheelchair, looking out the window, did not look back.

The flowers and trees outside the window are really too dense.

She raised her eyebrows, a little unhappy, and let someone cut it off.

The flowers and trees were cut down and then transported away.

The eyes are wide.

Over the winter looked at the clouds in the sky, silent.

Baiyun came out of the lake, leaving a shadow in the verdant valley.

Jing Jiu walked out of the temple, stopped, looked up at the sky, and at the clouds.

...

...

There is an unnamed wild mountain somewhere, and there is a broken temple in the mountain.

In the late autumn, everything was killed, the mountain road was covered by wild grass, and no passengers passed at all.

Compared with the human world, the practitioners have many commitments.

Unmanned wild mountain ruins, once a campfire is lit, practitioners will gather like moths.

Of course, the prerequisite is safety.

Not far from Yunmeng Mountain, it is already on the edge of the Great Array, and naturally there is no evil Dao demon to dare to make trouble here.

The campfire will bring warmth to people, psychologically, and here you can exchange messages and communicate with each other.

It's like a restaurant or a green house on earth.

There were people beside the fire in the broken temple.

Most people wear hats and do not want to be known about their identity.

The three bald heads in the crowd were even more striking.

The three simple-dressed monks came from Guocheng Temple, and people consciously gave up the best positions.

"Tonight is really a lively event." Someone said with a smile.

The number of practitioners is already very small. It is very difficult to meet a fellow person on weekdays. Often, a campfire is lit up overnight, and no one visits. It seems that there are so many people gathered today.

The reason for this is naturally because of the upcoming questioning conference of the Zhongzhou faction, no matter whether they are invited or not, many monks will come to see the excitement.

People are naturally talking about this big event, and the most concerned about it is the Dao Dao Assembly that decides where Xianlu belongs.

They never thought about the immortal fairy mortal, but they were also happy, and it seemed to be able to get a little bit of fairy energy.

The names of many talented monks are mentioned, and they go back and forth in the light of fire.

"Xi Yiyun is really strong ..."

Someone said: "He is a proselytist of Bu Qiuxiao, a master of Maozhai, who has been studying hard for twenty years.

"It's also very good to hear that Xuan Lingzong is of course. Of course, she is not the Sect Master of De Shao, she only cares about playing every day, and the realm is too slow to rise."

"Who is Qingshan Jianzong going to this time? Have you passed Nanshan or You Siluo?"

"You are really blocked from the news, haven't you heard that Zhao Layue will participate?"

"Your news is not fast ... even Zhuo Rusui won Zhao Layue."

"Who are you talking about? Zhuo Rusui? The little monster who started to retreat after getting started?"

There was a cry of exclamation in the broken temple, and the fire shook unsteadily.

People discussed the matter excitedly.

Someone wore a hat and hid in the shadow of the corner, which was very unobtrusive.

Regardless of what the practitioners said in the front, the man did not respond. He did n’t move until he heard that Zhao Layue lost to Zhuo Rusui.

"Zhu Rusui was talking about Tian Guangfeng's unrivaled ancestors who taught Jingyang Master in one vein, you look at this arrogance, and did not take Zhao Layue in your eyes at all."

The well-informed casual repairer said: "He was even more arrogant after winning, pointing at Zhao Layue's nose and saying, can you inherit the mantle of Master Uncle Zu?"

Some people laughed and said: "Just continue to compile, it is ignorant at first glance, Zhao Layue is the master of the end of the god, is Zhuo Rusui's aunt, no matter how arrogant he is, saying such things, doing such things, just Not afraid of being cut off by the old swordsman? "

The loose-faced man looked slightly red and said, "I listen to people's reports, even if the details are different ... Even if I don't point to my nose ... the meaning is always the same."

Some people said: "No matter whether it is Zhuo Rusui or Zhao Layue, it makes no sense.

"How do Dao friends say this?" Someone asked.

"You and I all know that this time the rule is that only one person can be sent out from each faction. Why did the Zhongzhou faction not follow the rules? Neither Tong Yan nor Bai Zao will be weaker than Zhuo Rusui and Zhao Layue. I heard that There is also a mysterious character, a few fight one, who said you will win? "

The man shook his head and said, "If it's really introverted, why doesn't the Zhongzhou faction keep the Xianlu for its own use? Why do we have to do more? Don't guess with the heart of a villain, the Zhongzhou faction can become the righteous leader, naturally there is a reason, Qingshan Jianzong has always been close to meaning, never willing to deal with these small groups of us, too arrogant. "

People thought about the style of Qingshan Zong's daily life, which is indeed the case, and nodded one after another.

Someone said: "Qingshan arrogance is naturally qualified for arrogance, because the strength is so strong."

"Now the two Qingshan Sects are in the sky, there are many strong people who break the sea, and their strength is just above the Zhongzhou faction. Why can't the momentum be overwhelmed?"

"Naturally because there are white immortals in Zhongzhou faction."

"Is there a real person in Jingyang in Qingshan?"

"Bai Xianren left Xianlu to protect the world, but Jingyang did not leave anything."

The man looked around and lowered his voice and said, "I heard that not only did I leave nothing, but also took away Qingshan Zong many treasures. I heard that there are many people in Qingshan Jiufeng who have very strong opinions on this matter, but then Qingshan Zong Jingyang really does n’t care about anything, and he still thinks about what to leave to Qingshan after he ascends. "

The three monks kept silent,

A monk lowered his head and could not see his face.

An elderly monk is resting with his eyes closed.

Listening to these words, the younger monk's face grew red and red, until he couldn't help it, and finally nudged the old monk.

The old monk opened his eyes, looked at him and smiled, and said, "Say it if you want to."

The young monk took a deep breath as he was forgiven, looking at the practitioners, his tongue bloomed and said: "You fools!"

Everyone was shocked, thinking what happened to this master Guocheng Temple?

The young monk stood up and looked at the man and said, "You said that the real person of Jingyang took away the treasures of Qingshan, but have you ever thought that those treasures were the real people themselves? You said that no matter what happened to Qingshan, the real people It doesn't matter, but have you ever thought that when anyone wants to deal with Qingshan, wouldn't he want to think about him? "

Listening to this, people first thought it was ridiculous, but then they woke up, knowing that the first half of the young monk's sentence can be refuted, but the second half ...

The two hundred years before the real man of Jingyang soared, it can be said that it was the best time in the history of Qingshan, and it never encountered any real crisis.

why?Because the real person in Jingyang is the highest person in Chaotian mainland.

Although he has been in God's Morpheus for many years and never takes care of the world, he is still the highest person.

As long as he is there, no one dares to covet the green hills.

This principle is so simple, but no matter whether it is a practitioner in the world or a lot of people in Qingshan, I never thought about it.

Or because they are unwilling to think about it.

This fact is impressive.

The temple was very quiet.

No one noticed that the person wearing the hat had left in the shadowy corner.

The man came to the mountain, jumped to the treetops, his fingers flicked, countless branches fell silently, and naturally formed a platform.

He took out the bamboo chair and put it on the platform. He took off the hat and lay down.

The wind is particularly strong tonight, the roar is loud, the clouds are extremely clean, and the stars are dazzling.

The starlight fell on his face, still perfect, without any emotion.

What the people in the broken temple said had no effect on his mood.

The mountain breeze became bigger and bigger, the branches shook slightly, the platform was not in danger of overturning, but the bamboo chair made a squeaking sound.

Jing Jiu thought he wanted to repair it again. I do n’t know if he was growing bamboo at Guocheng Temple when he was ten years old.

The night wind roared, the tree shook slightly, and the stars and mountains in my eyes seemed to be moving, a bit dreamy.

If you want to put this scene into painting, you need a good painter.

This reminded him of the monk with his head down in the broken temple.

He Zhan is really here tonight.

Then he looked at the green hill in the distance.

The immortality of immortality is very attractive.

He calculated that Zhuo Rusui would go out, but he did not expect Zhao Layue to lose to him.

At the end of the year, at the end of God's peak, he said to her several times that he could not lose.

Why did you lose?