The Path Toward Heaven

(Speaking of He Zhan walking on the sea yesterday, like walking in the sky, thinking of Wang Xiaobo, if he did n’t wear clothes, would n’t he hang upside down, and the reader reminded me that he remembered that he was an eunuch ... thinking I could n’t think of a suitable chapter name for a long time, it ’s really distressing, just like that.)

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The mountain breeze blew into the temple, a little cool.

Qin Huang looked at Jing Jiu in front of him, his face was extremely pale, he had calmed down at this time, but he still could not understand what was going on.

More than thirty years after the Chu State was extinguished, the fire in the imperial palace has even been forgotten by the world. Who can think that this person is still alive and hiding in the temple of Mount Zhou!

The temple is the dwelling place of the gods, and no one can cross that threshold except for the world co-owner who is qualified to ascend.

He stared at Jing Jiu's eyes and asked absurdly, "Why are you here!"

Jing Jiu said, "I've always been here."

The emperor Qin was extremely angry and said, "Impossible! I have sent countless dead men to come over these years, and none of them can return to Xianyang.

Jing Jiu knew where the guys who came to disturb their practice and quietness from time to time came and said, "They were killed by me."

Qin Huang froze again, looking at his eyes uncertainly and said: "You killed? What about the angel?"

Jing Jiu said: "There is no god."

Unbelievable expression appeared on Qin Huang's face, looking around the small temple, but he did not see anything.

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That year Jing Jiu set a fire in the imperial palace, and left the capital of Chu Kingdom in chaos, then came to Mount Zhou.

Other inquirers may still need to find out where the legendary bronze tripod is through legends, or some clues. He has the help of the blue bird, and naturally does not need it.

Here, he saw the bronze tripod, but did not see the angel.

The time has not come yet. This is just an ordinary bronze tripod. No matter what you do to it, nothing happens.

After Jing Jiu confirmed, he didn't care about it, but he didn't leave, so he stayed here.

According to Jade Bird, it should be a forbidden place, so Jade Bird could not find his trace, and also had a good explanation for the outside world.

He has lived here for many years, to be precise for many years.

He cut some bamboo and made a bamboo chair. On ordinary days, he lay on the open space outside the temple. When it rains, he moves into the temple. Of course, he will not forget to leave the temple door open.

In spring, the mountains are green, in autumn, the mountains are full of red leaves, and when winter snow falls, they change into white clothes, and in the middle of summer, there is a stream to clear the heart.

Whether it is rain or snow, or clear skies, whether he is lying on a bamboo chair or soaking his feet in the stream, he is practicing.

In this way, he has spent decades here, just like at the end of the gods, it is very simple and even boring.

It's only in recent years that someone will come to the temple at some time and be killed by him.

The angel still did not appear.

Ding is still that Ding.

He understood something.

When the Qin Emperor killed Qi Scholars that year, he was watching Xianyang City by the cliff.

With his real power at the time, it was difficult to kill Qin Huang, but it was not impossible.

But he didn't go to Xianyang, even if the realm is stronger now, he still didn't mean to leave here, but just quietly waited for the Emperor Qin to appear.

Yesterday there was news from Zhoushan, he knew the time was up.

When Qin Huang was bathing and changing clothes at the foot of the mountain and burning incense and purifying his mind, he was doing similar things.

He took a shower by the creek, wiped off his long beard with his hands, and changed into a new dress.

As a natural monk, he is very indifferent to many things, but after all, he has lived in this world for decades, and when he is about to leave, he still shows a rare seriousness.

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"You are really smart, hiding in this place."

Qin Huang stared at his eyes, and his voice was somber and angry: "How could the God Envoy allow you to do this!"

"I said that there is no god." Jing Jiu said, "I'm just waiting for you."

Qin Huang's voice was even colder: "Waiting to kill me?"

"More than that."

Jing Jiu's hand held the hilt.

The sword is very short, the sheath is actually made of wood, is it the same material as the sword body?

Qin Huang's eyes suddenly shrank, shouting sharply: "Guard!"

Before his voice was heard, his feet were heavily kicked on the ground.

A crackling sound.

The slate cracked.

The huge anti-shock force made his body bounce out of the temple.

It's like a hurricane falling leaves.

Qin Guoqiang, who was outside the temple, had already prepared himself, partly stopped in front of Qin Huang, and partly killed Jingjiu.

Countless powerful breaths enveloped the peak, fierce and terrifying.

The blasting gravel and smoke suddenly stood still in the air.

Those lightly swaying treetops also stood still in the wind.

Those powerful breaths also seemed to turn into icicles still in time.

Dozens of phantoms appeared on the top of the peak, it looked like they appeared at the same time, and there seemed to be a certain order, but it was impossible to distinguish.

Those ghosts are Jing Jiu.

After decades of hard work, he is too strong.

In the Qingtianjian illusion, the inquirer is in the state of gods and spirits, and the speed of the ghost sword can reach an unimaginable level.

Space and time at rest have returned to normal.

At first glance, the mountain breeze started with countless clear and extremely dense sword chopping sounds.

Wipe it!

The Qin Guoqiang maintained a defensive or offensive posture, and there were many straight sword marks on his body.

At the next moment, those Qin Guoqiang turned into founder flesh, scattered on the ground.

Jing Jiu stood on the spot, holding the hilt in his hand, as if he hadn't moved, but in fact, he had produced countless swords.

His sword was too fast, and the blood was still too late to spew out of the bodies of those powerful Qin Guoqiang, and it only spattered until it fell to the ground.

At the imperial palace of Chu Kingdom, he used a sword to kill Chen University scholars and those generals and masters. It also took some effort, and now it is so understated.

Qin Huang's face was pale, and he wanted to walk away from the sky. Suddenly, a blood line appeared on his left leg, and his knee was broken.

The precious soft armor that once saved his life failed to play any role this time, and it broke apart directly.

Jing Jiu's sword cut an extremely long blood on his body, extending diagonally from his shoulder to his waist.

Countless blood squirted out, turned into fog, spraying the white walls of the temple red.

Some blood beads also fell on the bronze tripod.

Jingjiu Baiyi Shengxue did not get a drop.

Qin Huang screamed and fell to the ground.

Jing Jiu really took the sword for the first time.

His movements were very slow, and there was a clear friction between the blade and the sheath.

This sword is actually made of wood.

The wooden sword is extremely light, like paper.

Only in this way can the speed of the Nether Sword be matched.

Jing Jiu held the wooden sword and laid it on the neck of Emperor Qin. With only a little effort, he could cut off his head.

Even if it is a wooden sword, it will be very cold even if it is so close.

Qin Huang couldn't care about the pain that came from breaking his leg, and his voice trembled, "Don't kill me."

Jing Jiujing looked at him quietly, waiting for his next sentence.

"The God Envoy has never appeared because you failed to become a co-owner of the world and you are not qualified to claim it."

Qin Huang said pale: "Only I have this qualification."

Jing Jiu calmly said: "Yes."

Qin Emperor's eyes gave a decisive look and said, "Let me live, wait for me to get the Xianlu, and share your understanding with you, and the Xianqi will be half of you!"

The blood beads on the bronze tripod suddenly rolled up, and then began to form fine bubbles, like boiling.

It didn't take long for the blood beads to dry out, leaving mottled marks that resembled some strange characters written in cinnabar.

Blood beads infiltrated into the tripod, and the lines on the surface of the bronze tripod flowed like water waves, giving birth to several green smoke, and there was a small person looming in the green smoke.

The villain was about two feet tall, holding a pen and paper in his hand, and dressed in the clothes of a historical officer.

"God!"

Qin Emperor's pale face grew excited and flushed, shouting sharply: "I see it! I am destined, and only my blood can invite the envoy!"

Jing Jiu ignored him and looked at the villain in Qingyan, thinking that you finally appeared.

He was just waiting for this to happen, otherwise he would have killed Qin Huang with a sword.

Now that the angel has appeared, what are you waiting for?

Qin Huang looked at Jing Jiu's side face, felt the chill from the wooden sword between his necks, guessed his thoughts, and his face was pale again.

"Even if you kill me, you still can't get the approval of the God Envoy." Qin Emperor's eyes appeared a bit cruel, said: "Kill me, no one will get the Xianlu. Is this dangerous? Let me go, I will give you a third of the fairy gas! "

Jing Jiu still ignored him, but looked at the little man in Qingyan, the so-called god envoy.

The angel held something on the paper with a pen, sensed his gaze, and raised his head and said, "Yes, he is right."

Jing Jiu said: "The reason."

"The co-owners of the world can only assure you. You are just a waste emperor. What qualifications do you want me to recognize?

The emissary said expressionlessly: "You have been here for decades, I haven't come out to meet you, you should have something in your heart."

Jing Jiu said: "I can kill him now."

The angel said, "It's useless even if you kill him. How many people in the history books who succeeded in assassination have become the new emperor?"

After listening to this conversation, Emperor Qin's eyes became more and more confident, and he looked at Jing Jiu and said, "If you don't agree to my terms, I will only give you a quarter."

Jing Jiu ignored him and looked at the envoy and said, "You are just a dead creature. What qualifications do you have to judge the outcome of the question."

"I am Qing Tianjian's rule, there is no life or death, my judgment is the final decision, you can only accept."

The god turned the paper in his hand and said, "And I believe no one will question my fairness because everything is well-founded."

There are countless words written on that paper, which record the questioners' experiences and deeds after entering the illusion.

Jing Jiu did not go to see those things and the list, quietly thinking about certain things.

On the branches not far away, the blue bird's smart eyes were full of blood, the old temple bronze tripod, and worried.

She once said to Jing Jiu-she is Jian Ling, not a rule.

Jing Jiu did not forget this sentence.

He knew that if he wanted to do that, he couldn't get her help and he had to face it himself.

Face the rules.

"I know that you are certainly not convinced of your low rankings, but you were born an emperor, but you exiled yourself, regardless of political achievements, people's livelihood, and popular expectations."

The angel pointed to the record on the paper and commented: "Look at these things you do, and it will not work if you don't accept them."

Jing Jiu suddenly withdrew the wooden sword.

Qin Huang's neck lightened, thinking he was ready to agree to his condition, his eyes slightly changed.

He thought about how to strive for more benefits, but he did not expect what happened next was completely beyond his imagination.

Jing Jiu walked to the bronze tripod with his sword and looked at the angel. "It may make sense to follow the standards of your Zhongzhou school, but I am a disciple of Qingshan."

The envoy said: "Since participating in the inquiry, the disciples of Qingshan should also ..."

Jing Jiu didn't let him finish.

"I have waited for you in this mountain for decades, not to wait for you to say such nonsense, but to wait for you to give me the tripod."

Qin Huang stood up by the temple door, listening to Jing Jiu's words, his face ridiculously absurd, wondering if you knew what you were doing?

The angel looked at him quietly for a long time, and suddenly said, "If I heard correctly, you seem to be threatening me?"

Jing Jiu said, "Yes."