The Path Toward Heaven

Liu Shisui recognized him and was very surprised. Immediately he gave birth to extremely sincere joy and shouted: "Master, no, hello, senior!"

When he came to Guocheng Temple to study the Dharma, he couldn't understand the true meaning in the volume. Until he got instructions from Yin San himself, he finally understood the scriptures, and then suppressed the conflict of the true qi in his body.After the exegesis was over, Yin San disappeared from his life, making him miss him so much. He suddenly reunited today and was naturally very excited.

When he wanted to come to Yinsan, he must be a senior monk in Guocheng Temple. He subconsciously shouted the master and thought about the other party since he wanted to drink, saying that he must have been wrong. The other party was a senior invited by the son, so he quickly changed. The title of senior.

Yin San smiled and indicated that there was no need to pay much attention. He sat down at the table and looked at the rich dishes, and found that the little fox's craftsmanship was more sophisticated than that of the year.

At this time, Xiaohe walked in with a bowl of vegetables, and was very surprised to see Yinsan.

It's just that unlike Liu Shisui, her joy is weaker and her vigilance is more. She doesn't want any changes in the calm days of the Zen Temple Vegetable Garden.

Yinsan glanced at the bowl in her hand and found that it was diving kimchi, green bamboo shoots and red radishes were beautifully colored, with a slight sour fragrance, and even more satisfied, saying: "You can have a bowl of rice after drinking. "

Xiao He smiled and put the kimchi on the table, went to the stove and took clean dishes and filled a bowl.

Yin San took a drink from the end and found that the drink was ordinary, a little light, and he didn't care. Then he drank the wine in the bowl again.

Liu Shisui quickly filled the bowl of wine for him again.

Yin San didn't eat any food, he drank another bowl directly. What's interesting is that he clearly drank the most magnificent drinking method, but instead he took it for granted.

A few years ago, the Zhenmo prison incident happened, and the Emperor died of killing the Canglong. That evening he blew a tune and drank a bowl of wine. Today he also blew a tune and especially wanted to drink.

After drinking two bowls of wine, he picked up the chopsticks, picked half of the dishes he liked, and slowly ate, occasionally clearing with a slice of red radish.

"Zenzi didn't write a letter asking you to go to Yimaozhai? Why didn't you go?" Yin San suddenly looked at Liu Shisui and said.

Liu Shisui further confirmed that the other party was the friend of Guocheng Temple's Dade or his son, and smiled apologetically, but said nothing.

While at Yunmeng Mountain, Jing Jiu asked him the same question. He didn't say it at the time, and he wouldn't even say it now.

Yin San smiled slightly and turned to ask: "How do you feel this time?"

Liu Shisui thought about his career as a bodyguard in that world, and found that it was very simple and boring, and he could not talk about any feelings. He said sorry: "No."

Yin San asked: "What about Jing Jiu?"

Liu Shisui didn't even think about it, and said directly: "The son is similar to being outside. It is still the same."

Yin San said after a moment of silence: "That's good."

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Somewhere on Yunmeng Mountain's cliff platform, autumn trees are like yellow covers, and a few golden leaves fall with the wind.

Tong Yan stood under the tree and looked at the dreamlike cloud country outside the cliff, not knowing what she was thinking.

He held a delicate little jug in his hand, and whenever a leaf fell, he would lift it up and take a sip.

Drinking by monks is not much different from drinking by mortals, and it still needs good gifts.

Before He Zhan went to Baicheng, he copied the method of making grilled fish to him. He cooked a few hundred pieces of it and found that he still couldn't grill the taste, so he had to leave.

At this time, the good things he used to deliver wine were not the yellow leaves falling with the wind, but a few chess pieces held in the heart of his left hand.

Chess pieces rub and rotate in the palm of the hand, bringing out a clear but deep voice, which is a bit nice, and for him, it is no different from a good dish.

He played chess less and less because he felt bored.

No one in the world can beat him, and he can't beat Jing Jiu in any way, whether in the world or in the fantasy of Qing Tian Jian.

The method of playing Pianshengjing nine is still so boring ...

Only when he is bored will he think of drinking. Naturally, he will not dispel it with true yuan. When the seventy yellow leaves fall, he finally feels drunk.

This feeling of fluttering is really good.

Tong Yanxin wanted to soar into immortality, why should he work hard, mortals only need a few jugs of fine wine.

Is it really worth the effort to pay so much for the misty road?

He stepped up on the hurdle of the hip flask and flew away in the wind. He walked for a long time in the clouds and came to an extremely secluded valley.

This is the edge of Yunmeng Mountain, and it is close to the forbidden array. Few disciples from Zhongzhou will come here.

Probably for this reason, Luo Huainan secretly built his secret house here.

Tong Yan carried a wine jug and opened the three-layer ban of the Dong Mansion, and walked in. The light band made of spar was exposed to the new wind, illuminating the simple and clean furnishings inside.

After Luo Huainan's death, the secret cave house fell into his hands. Tan and Bai Zhenren should know what he had done in secret and responded in silence. Naturally, they would not care about this cave house.

Tong Yan went to the stone table and was silent for a while.

There used to be a green vial, which was the last escape route prepared by Luo Huainan for Yuanying, but he really died here.

Tong Yan poured the wine in the jug to the ground, then sat down and drank slowly.

As time passed, he became more drunk, leaning his forehead against the stone table, and suddenly heard a sound when he was asleep.

The sound was very weak, like a candlelight in the violent wind, it seemed that it might go out at any time.

Tong Yan Huo Ran raised his head, his eyes were extremely bright, and there was still a little bit drunk.

This place is secluded and remote, close to the Yunmeng formation, and there is also a ban in the cave house to isolate the inside and outside. Why is there a sound?

The sound was very close, even as if in his heart.

Is it a means of evil demon?

Tong Yan thought indifferently, even the sage of the Blood Demon Church did not have such a skill, and the Hu Guifei in the palace could not do it.

He believes that this is not an illusion, he did not drink too much, transported Zhenyuan into his ears, and listened intently.

I don't know how long it took, his earlobe twitched, and finally he heard that voice again.

The voice was really faint and trembling slightly, it seemed extremely cold, and ... he seemed to have heard it somewhere.

He listened in silence, for a long time, and finally understood what the voice said.

"juvenile……"

"Boy ... save me ..."

"The boy playing chess ... it's me ..."

Tong Yan raised her eyebrows, which was particularly powerful, as if standing upright.

He heard who this was.

Qing Tian Jian Ling.

That little girl named Qing'er.

When he was a child, the little girl used to come out and play with him until a few days ago, he reunited in a small building in Echo Valley.

After asking the meeting, he asked Master to want to see her in Echo Valley, but Master did not allow ...

Yes, Qingtianjian is in the Valley of Echoes, why is her voice ringing in her heart?

Do you really drink too much, because of the frustration of the chess game, and Luo Huainan's experience, which gave birth to a demon?

Tong Yan's face suddenly turned pale, not because of drinking too much, not because of fear of the demon, but because he once again heard Qinger's lament.

He wanted to understand something.

The voice did not come from the heart, but a crack in the cave house.

No one knows, in this secret cave house in Luohuainan, there is a secret road leading to the deep veins of Yunmeng Dazhen.

That stone crack is the entrance to the underpass.

Why did that weak voice come out there?

Is Qing Tianjian suppressed to the depths of the earth's veins?

Qing Tian Jian is a real Tianbao. Its status in Zhongzhou School is similar to that of Qilin and the dead Canglong. Only two masters can make such a decision.

What kind of big mistake did that little girl make and should be punished like this?

Tong Yan studied the chess game deeply, deduced the calculation ability extremely, only took a very short time to get close to the truth, and at the same time concluded that this is not something he can interfere with.

He put the hip flask on the stone table and got up and walked out of the cave without hesitation.

Sensing his departure, the sound from the depths of the ground gradually disappeared, and everything returned to death, desperate.

Tong Yan came to the door of Dongfu and waved a jade card.

The jade brand drew a streamer and headed towards Yunmeng Mountain somewhere, taking him with a sense of consciousness passed to Bai Zao.

——I felt something in Qingtianjian's illusion, determined to retreat and retreat, the time is unknown.

He reopened the three prohibitions, turned around and walked back to the depths of Dongfu, and made another barrier formation before walking to the stone wall, staring at the stone gap for a long time.

Soon he came to a second conclusion, which is basically impossible.

The earth veins are connected to the Yunmeng formation. If you want to dive deep into the earth veins, you cannot use any Taoism, otherwise it will be discovered.

And Tianbao like Qingtianjian must be guarded, and may even be a unicorn beast. Even if he really arrives deep in the earth, what can he do?

He failed to reach a third conclusion.

For a person like him who is extremely clever and unabashed, there are only two situations that do not need to be considered.

One is not clear how to calculate, and the other is that there is no good result. Then, at this time, there is no need to perform deduction calculation, just do it directly.

Tong Yan took off his clothes, folded them carefully, put them on the couch, and walked to the stone wall.

Stable hands fell on the hard stone wall, as if caught in tofu, and dug a large piece of rock silently.

Soon the stone crack was dug into a hole that could be drilled into, and the ground was piled up with sand and stones like hills.

The speed seems to be very fast, but thinking about the distance between the depth of the ground and the ground, I know that it is still too slow.

Tong Yan has figured it out, and it takes about twelve years to dig deep into the ground.

This fact did not allow him to flinch a bit, he continued to dig silently.

For monks, twelve years of retreat is a normal thing.

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winter is here.

Aoyama Grand Formation opened as in previous years, ushering in first snow and second snow and third snow.

At the end of the peak of the god, a stone gate of Dongfu opened.

Jing Jiu walked back to the cliff with his hands on his back and looked towards the peaks in the snow, and his left hand was still holding it.

Snow falls silently, Tianguang Peak as usual, Shangde Peak as usual, Jianfeng, Xilai Peak, Fengfeng as usual.

The scenery in front of him is no different from the scenery he saw when he decided to leave for Chaoge City a few years ago.

There is a song coming from Qing Rongfeng not far away.

There are always sayings about snow appreciation and plum appreciation.

Qing Rongfeng ’s success in carrying out swords and trying swords these years is not good, and it is inseparable from Nan Wang ’s indulgence.

Jing Jiu shook his head and looked at the white flagpole erected in the snow, slightly flicking his right hand.

A crackling sound.

The white cat bounced from the thick snow, and murmured angrily, his white hair exploded like an arrow, and was about to tear up the coming person, but he was the only one who found him.

It suddenly felt that the scene was a bit familiar, and slightly tilted his head, looking a little confused.

Five sections of Thunder Soul Wood have returned from the sword prison to Shenmofeng, but Jing Jiu did not allow Ada to return to Bihu Peak.

The real person in charge obviously disagreed that he used Qingshan's guard as a watchdog, but he was so afraid of death that he didn't bother to bother.

Jing Jiu said, "Ada, be prepared to accompany me to a place."

I need to say a few words and make preparations. The place wants to come very far, and it takes a long time.

The white cat is very angry, do you want to come again?If you are traveling with you to bully people to be ancestors, it ’s okay, but every time you encounter either a Canglong or a murderer like Xihai Sword God, who can stand it?Besides, Thunder Soul Wood just returned to her side, do you want to send the dog again?

Jing Jiu persuaded it last time based on a word of fighting.

Dragon fighting.

This time he relied on a place name.

"I'm going to Guocheng Temple. Thunder Soul Wood crossed the clear road and sent it back to Bihu. Liu Ci watched it himself."

The white cat was silent for a while, and meowed to agree.

For now, it is basically hopeless, so it can only think about life extension, and it is best to live with the world.

This method is certainly the most powerful of Zen. It has long wanted to go to Guocheng Temple to listen to the scriptures, but there has never been a suitable opportunity.

Gu Qing and Yuan Qu listened to the movement, walked out of the cave, saluted one person and one cat.

Jing Jiu said to Gu Qing: "Hold the cat and follow me."

From Chaoge City to Xihai, they walked like this.

Gu Qing had no time to ask, walked to the white cat, saluted again, and then extended his hand.

Looking at this scene, Yuan Qu is a little envious, how many disciples from Qingshan can walk around the world holding the guardian?It's just that Gu Qing is a disciple of Jing Jiu. He is a teacher and nephew. After all, he is not easy to fight for.

Unexpectedly, the white cat refused to let Gu Qinghu hold, and waved his claws to make him stand far away, and looked disgusted.

Zhao Layue came to the edge of the cliff, looked at Jing Jiu's eyes and said, "I'll come."

The white cat kept nodding.

Jing Jiu said, "Alright."

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After leaving a letter for Yuanqu to be transferred over there, Jing Jiu took Zhao Layue and Zhao Layue and left the Shenmofeng with the cat in his arms.

The Firth sword is too conspicuous. They used the iron sword, and they landed in Yunji Town not too far away. After eating hot pot, they officially left.

The next section they did not control the sword, but walked.

The white cat crooked in Zhao Layue's arms, and felt that the trip was not bad, and the mountain bumps didn't matter.

The mountain road passed through a small mountain village, came to the mountain beam and looked down, just to see the house that was getting bigger and bigger.

Father Liu was busy in the yard and still covered with black hair. After so many years, he seemed to be in good health.

Mother Liu embraced a little boy and walked out with a five- or six-year-old girl in her hand.

Father Liu came forward and said a few words, the whole family laughed, and it was extremely joyful.

Zhao Layue looked at the following and said: "Does Liu Shisui know?"

"I do not know."

Jing Jiu took out an elixir and handed it to Zhao Layue: "It is in a water tank. The scenery of the pond in the village is good. You are waiting for me there."

The white cat raised his head, looked at the light snow falling in the sky, and thought about enjoying the scenery by the station pond in the winter. Are you enough?

Zhao Layue said well, came to the village with the cat, put a medicine in the water tank of Liuzhai, then walked to the pond and looked towards the water.

The snowflake fell on the water and disappeared instantly, as if it had never existed before.

She is about to travel in the middle of the wild. For mortals, it is a real fairy, and no one can see it while standing by the pond.

The white cat felt that she was a little nervous, and meowed softly, trying to comfort her.

Zhao Layue looked at the snow falling on the water and said nothing.

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Jing Jiu confirmed that no one was looking at himself. No matter the sky or the ground, he walked out of the small mountain village and walked back along the road that year.

Father Liu and Mother Liu had two more children. The big tree by the pond was old and had been 23 years old.

After walking through the wild forest for a long time, he finally came to the bank of the stream. He was here to cut wood and make a fire. The two generations steamed their clothes for the first time.

The stream is covered with snow, and the upstream pool is even thinner, but because of the waterfall that fell from the belly of the mountain, it was not frozen.

Jingjiu Waterfall went up, entered the mountain, passed through the darkest passage, and came to the cave mansion.

The pearl in the cave house exudes light, illuminating the stone futon and the two futons in front of it.

The man was still lying on the stone couch, and his face was covered with an unfathomable cloud, as if it were thousands of stars, unable to see the true appearance.

Jing Jiu went to the couch and said, "There must be something wrong with the formation. Today we will first confirm whether White Blade has shot."

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(Some readers and friends are worried that I have forgotten my original intention and rest assured that the avenue is definitely easy to flow. I wrote it very relaxed and happy. I hope everyone can read it casually and have fun. Just today, Jing Jiusheng is just two Thirteen years, of course, to pay tribute to the dear Sister Sister.)