The Path Toward Heaven

In a certain world, on a certain day and a certain moment in a certain year, twenty-six newborn babies were born at the same time.

These newborns are male and female, some are healthy, some are weak, some are born in the emperor's house, and some are abandoned in the pigsty.

Some babies opened their eyes and saw Feijian.

Some babies open their eyes and can only see the blue sky above their heads.

A voice rang in their minds at the same time.

-This continent is made up of five countries, namely Chu, Luo, Qin, Zhao and Qi.

Bronze tripods under the control of gods represent the highest authority in the world, and no recognized king has appeared for hundreds of years.

There are no rules, no requirements, no help. Twenty-six newborns can only grow with their own strength. No matter what method is used, if they can unify the mainland and become the co-owner of the world, they can be recognized by the gods and get the bronze tripod. People are the winners of this question, and will receive immortality.

The only restriction is that the highest level of practice in this world can only be achieved until Jindan is consummated to the first baby, which is the first stage of the wild, and can no longer be improved.

After saying these words, the voice disappeared, and never appeared in their minds ever again.

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You can see the blue sky when you open your eyes, indicating that there is no tile covering your head.

In fact, the baby was in a small tub at this time, and the tub floated on the river.

His eyes were a little godless, wondering if it was too unfair. Some people may have a golden key when they were born, why did they die.

Are you still an orphan here?Will it still be picked up by the nun's mother, and then repeat the life of that life again, and keep picking all kinds of good things?

He Zhan thought about these things and felt bored. He really wanted to close his eyes. Ren Heshui rushed himself under a cliff, and then died like that, leaving.

But then he thought that with his own luck, he was afraid that he would encounter any adventure when he fell under the cliff.

At this moment, the river was no longer so turbulent, he looked at a laundry woman by the river, sighed, closed his eyes, and cried with all his strength.

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Seeing the sky full of Jianguang's babies, they naturally fell into a certain sect.

Regrettably, he was not the crystallization of a couple of monks, his parents were handymen of this sect.

Just a few days after giving birth, the mother struggled to get out of bed, tied him with a cloth on her back, and began to sweep the courtyard for those fairies.

While his mother didn't pay attention, he opened his eyes again and looked into the sky, and found that the practitioner who was obviously a teacher's role was nothing more than a realm of meaning.

Is this also a fairy?

What should I do to grow up quickly, conscientiously practice, become a useful person, and then find a son?

The baby thought about this difficult problem, and gradually fell asleep with the mother's movements.

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The highest state in this world is nothing more than the beginning of the wilderness, and the number of people is very small. The position of the practitioner is naturally not as unattainable as the heaven.

The highest power here is the human emperor, who can be reincarnated as a prince, naturally the best result of luck.

Good-looking people are generally lucky.

Jing Jiu lay quietly in the temple for three days.

The sad emperor gradually calmed down and began to manipulate the queen's funeral, maybe when he would think of him, come and look.

The grandma and the maid of nature had already washed him clean.

The afternoon in the late spring season is always sleepy, the palace becomes very quiet, and the eunuchs of the palace ladies do not know where to hide and take a nap.

He opened his eyes and stood up slowly, adapting to the weak body.

He has more experience than others in this respect.

He walked seven steps on the bed, looked at the sky, looked at the ground, and probably understood the situation now.

Then he looked into the distance and felt the ethereal ringtone in the void, relieved.

If a person sees a three-day-old baby, they crawl up and walk a few steps, maybe they will be scared to death.

He lay down again, closed his eyes, and began to meditate.

The aura of the world is sparse, and for ordinary practitioners, it ’s only a day to practice here for a year.

But when he was trapped in the snowy field, he had similar experience and believes that it will be much faster than others.

Again, as long as you live long enough, you do n’t have to go down the mountain anymore, and you know more.

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The time passed so plainly.

Jing Jiu is practicing every day. From the perspective of the court ladies and eunuchs, that is to sleep.

Of course, some people will worry about whether the prince sleeps for so long every day is not congenitally inadequate or sick, but Tai Chi visited it several times and found no problems.

Being held in the arms of the nurse and feeding and excretion is not a problem for Jing Jiu, as long as the six senses are isolated, nothing will matter.

The problem is that his appearance in this life is still excellent, and now he is a baby, so he naturally looks particularly fond of ice sculptures.

When he practiced, the court eunuchs thought he was fast asleep, and he could not help but sneak his face or somewhere else.

On this matter, Jing Jiu thought about it very seriously, and finally decided to choose patience.

The cloud dreamland in Qingtianjian obviously means to follow the red dust.

They, the inquirers, should have lived here for many years, and their patience and experience of secular life is part of their perception.

Jing Jiu has always believed that Guo Chengsi's dance is very stupid, and he does not need any insight. The reason he chose to endure is because he has no way to refuse.

In the years that followed, he practiced earnestly in the palace and occasionally cooperated with crying.

A year later, he felt that ordinary babies should be able to start talking, so he started talking, and surprised the maid and the maid serving him.

It might be because his pronunciation is too standard, and what he said is not that his mother is not a father or a parody, but: hot.

Grandma and the maiden confirmed several times before they were sure that he was talking about hot words, and they wanted to express the same meaning.

People in the palace worried that the prince would catch cold and often wrapped him like dumplings, even in the deep spring season.

He doesn't have any real energy right now. Naturally, he can't talk about the cold and the heat, and he's already hot.

In the following year, in addition to spiritual practice, Jing Jiu also did a very important thing.

One day he saw two court ladies playing chess and found that their chess skills were not much worse than Tong Yan's.

He devised some things, and those maids and grandma failed the test.(Note)

This led him to confirm that the people here are not real lives, this is a fantasy.

For other questioners, this question may not make much sense, but he thinks it is important.

In this year he also fully mastered his situation.

He is the nine princes of Chu.

The eight elder brothers or elder sisters in the front died before they were born.

The queen gave birth to him with great difficulty, and she died with difficulty.

In other words, he is the sole heir of Chu.

It stands to reason that for such a child, the emperor should treat it as a treasure.

But the emperor of Chu is not a common emperor.

Chu Emperor's poems and poems are very well written, better painted, and elegant in style, and he is very affectionate to the Queen.He rejected the minister ’s request for a new post, and even dismissed all the concubines in the palace. In addition to attending the DPRK meeting every day, he spent most of the time drinking and playing the piano to sing and miss his old wife.

Jing Jiu was not moved, because the fragrance and singing of the wine every night reminded him of Nan Wang on the opposite peak.

Because Emperor Chu was deeply attached to his wife, he didn't like the son who caused his wife's tragic death.

In the southern part of the mainland, the Chu State was not very prosperous or powerful, and its folk customs were weak.

Compared with the three powerful nations of Qin, Zhao, and Chu, Chu's sense of national existence is extremely weak and is often overlooked.

Jing Jiu was very satisfied with these, and even felt perfect.

If you continue to practice in the palace, life will go on like this, it is difficult to quickly grasp the outside world, but he does not care.

He didn't pay attention to what happened in the world in Qingshan.

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One year in dream, about one day in reality.

Also the picture of Dzi Bead projected in the sky dome, changing at an extremely fast speed, bringing out countless light and shadow threads.

The eyesight of the practitioners is far more than that of ordinary people, so that they can vaguely see the contents of those fast pictures.

Occasionally the picture will slow down. People outside the valley see some babies babbling, some babies are pretending to be cute, and some babies are thinking hard like the elderly.

Twenty-six questioners have grown up in different situations.

No one noticed that in those slowing pictures, a blue bird often appeared, either on the branch or on the eaves.

Some people felt that they could not see clearly, or found it boring, and left the venue.

More people are staring at the light curtain, thoughtfully.

It's hard not to make people think of how short life is for those pictures passing by quickly.

Baiju's gap, electro-optical stone fire, are all saying the same thing.

Time is perishable and should be cherished, please go to the road.

Or this is asking the meaning of the conference.

For some people, this trial in the cloud dream is more like a good show.

Thurse and the Shuiyuean girl sat under a big locust tree, eating dried fish, looking at the picture on the light curtain, and guessing the identities of the babies.

They failed to guess what the river streamer was.

You know that He Zhan has always been known for good luck in the spiritual world.

But they easily recognized who the Chu prince was.

Three days after birth, you have to walk seven steps in bed. Are you going to sing another poem?

Such a pretentious person is not who Jing Jing can be.

Gu Qing did not know that his master had become the crown prince of Chu, because he had not participated in the questioning meeting and had already driven the sword away from Yunmeng Mountain for hundreds of miles.

Crossing the range of Yunmeng Mountain, bid farewell to the seeing off disciples of Zhongzhou. He looked at the valleys in the distance, his eyes flashed with worry.

This was Jing Jiu's request, and Gu Qing didn't quite understand what was going on.

But he remembered it very well. At that time Jing Jiu said that no matter what the final result was, he would go back to the end of the mountain first.

This statement did not reassure him, but he was even more worried, because the hidden meaning in this sentence was a bit bad.

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The questioners have been in the cloud dreamland for four years.

As usual.

The 9th prince of Chu Kingdom is four years old and still born so beautiful, but he rarely speaks unless it is necessary.

The emperor finally remembered this son, and occasionally came to see him after drinking.

But the Ninth Prince couldn't get close to the emperor, no matter how his mother taught him, he remained silent in front of the emperor.

There is a lot of talk gradually spreading with the folk in the palace.

Some people say that the Ninth Prince was born unsatisfactory. I was afraid that he was a dementia. He was so beautiful and useful. Some people said that he was a freak.Others thought with malicious intent that if he was not a prince, he was afraid that he would be raised by human traffickers from an early age, and then sent to those officials to play with the rich.

One afternoon, the palace was very quiet, the ninth prince was taking a nap, and several maidens were gossiping outside the window not far away, naturally speaking of those rumors.

Some maidens think those rumors are facts.

The Ninth Prince looked really stupid, often sitting alone in the Royal Garden alone, without knowing what he was looking at or thinking about.

Some court ladies completely disagree with this statement.

"His Royal Highness is very clever. When I played chess with Sister E, I was about to die. When His Royal Highness passed by, he helped me drop a pellet and was saved."

"How old is His Highness? And who saw him playing chess with his husband? It's just luck."

The maid looked around and chuckled, "If you are talking about King Shizi, it's almost the same."

Listening to the name of King Shizi, the eyes of several court ladies light up.

Chu is not stronger than Qin, Zhao, and Qi. The only thing that can be done is the King Jing who is stationed at the border with Luo.

Grandpa Jing is said to have been born on the same day as the Ninth Prince.

The prince is intelligent in snow and ice, and can write poems at a young age. Chess is particularly good. He treats people like a spring breeze, like Su Hui, and like a fairy.

It is said that Mr. Jing loves Shiko extremely and regards it as a pearl on the palm. It is said that he even said a big bad word after a big drunk.

"If it were not my child's frailty, he should be at the god's envoy at the age of thirty."

Speaking of the rumors, the court ladies were very excited, and had some regrets. They thought that if King Shizi is not congenitally deficient, it would be perfect.

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Jing Jiu's sleep was practice, so he didn't really fall asleep and listened to the chats of the court ladies outside the window in the distance.

He knew that he had encountered the first of its kind in this world, but he was still not sure whether the king of Jingjing was a child or a queer.

Of course, it is also possible that the prince was born short.

Asked what kind of person the translator will transform into when he enters the cloud dreamland, during which time he has vaguely guessed.

As for why the King Shizi is so unabashed, he does not worry about being discovered by other inquirers.

Asked that the trial is not as simple as the competition, it takes a long time, there are countless possibilities.

The King Jingshi is just like him, the conditions are too good, no matter how to cover up, he will always enter the vision of other inquirers.

Regardless of whether he is Tong Yan or Bai Zao, the sooner he reveals his identity, the more advantages he can gain.

Jing Jiu could not hide his identity.

Just like the words he said to Zhao Layue at the edge of Xijian Creek-the sun will always be seen.

He is not like Jing Wang Shizi, waiting for the unfaithful disciple and Zhuo Rusui to find himself.

The path he is going to take is different from other inquirers.

Just like in reality.