The Path Toward Heaven

Jing Jiu sat on the cosmic front, left the Shenmo Peak, broke out of the cloud, and landed on Yunji Town with the cloud.

He walked into the restaurant, and when the white soup in the pot boiled down with a finger, the carriage arrived.

The glazed windows on the roof of the car have been replaced with new ones.

A few days later, the carriage arrived at Chaonancheng, Jing Jiu went to Baoshuju, left a list and left again.

Baoshuju Dongjia looked at the names of the magic weapons on the list, and sweat was constantly flowing on his face, thinking that these magic weapons would be the treasures of a certain school or the legendary things that have been lost for a long time. Where did they go? Looking for it?

Jing Jiu didn't take the car anymore, bought a hat, walked away from Chaonan City, and came to Dazepan in a few days.

In the summer season, Daze is not as windy as people think, but it is particularly hot because it is enveloped by evaporated water vapor. Even if you do n’t move, you will sweat a lot at any time, just like the poor Po Shuju. The same as the owner.

Perhaps for this reason, no one on the streets of the town can see it, only the cicadas and frogs are intertwined.

Jing Jiu's body can soak for a few hours even if it is molten. Naturally, he will not sweat because of the heat. He wears a hat and stands on the street, listening to the cicadas and frogs quietly, and hidden in these The slight movement behind the sound.

Qingshan Jianxiu can perceive all sounds within tens of feet after entering the realm of consciousness, such as the movement of the worms, Jing Jiu's perception ability is even more powerful, if he is not shielded by the Zen practice of Guocheng Temple. The ability to perceive is that the sound of chilling and wiping hands can be as horrifying as thunder in his ears.

At this moment he opened his five consciousnesses, and the voice of the town and even Dazeli suddenly poured into his ears.

In the courtyard on the west side, several old men soaked their feet in buckets to play mahjong, and there were endless filths. Even the sounds of those old men rubbing their fingers with the patterns on the mahjong tiles could be heard clearly. I think you want to go all out and do so excited to touch a chicken?

Then he heard a lot of murmurs in Ozawa, and learned that it was the shrimp eating mud, the fish eating grass, and then all were eaten by the big fish, and finally the greedy big fish was caught by a wooden fake fish After the water surface became the fisherman's dinner tonight, who is the fisherman working hard for?

Jing Jiu wore a hat and walked in an unmanned street and the sultry summer wind. He did n’t get crazy because of these sounds, and did n’t produce too many emotions. It took him two full hours.

There is a clam shell in the town's dark gutter, and the sound comes from here.

It's common for mussels to spit water, although this mussel's shell is small and its surface is a little dry, it looks like a dead mussel.

Jing Jiu walked down to the drain and squatted down, said to this mussel: "The hatred between you and Qingshan is the shallowest. In fact, if it is not instigated by Brother, those hatreds may not exist. I think we can discuss some things.

The clam shell flicked slightly, and gave no more response.

Jing Jiu was looking for Emperor Xiao.If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he didn't think that this sword escaper actually lived in a clam shell, but thinking about the sentence to do a dojo in a clam shell, this seemed to be a natural thing.

The clam shell was only a disguise, and it was the tortoise shell that really protected Emperor Xiao and helped him avoid the search of Qingshan Sword Array.

Even if Jing Jiu's right hand was not injured, it might not be possible to cut the turtle shell.

Emperor Xiao ’s voice came out of the clam shell: “You always know that I live here, but there is no way to take me. Why should I betray real people to you? Can you still promise not to kill me?”

Jing Jiu said: "You misunderstood, I came to you not because of that, but just wanted to borrow a turtle shell from you."

Emperor Xiao said helplessly, "I want to lend you the turtle shell, isn't it just to find my own way?"

Jing Jiu thought for a while and found that this was indeed the case, and Emperor Xiao could not agree to his request anyway.

He glanced at the deformed right hand, thinking that he could only find other ways.

At this time, a strong wind suddenly appeared on Daze Lake.

When Emperor Xiao spoke, the breath that blew out disturbed the Daze strong who had been closely monitoring the town, and the other party was rushing over with wind and rain.

Qingshan and Daze had a good relationship, but it was troublesome to meet each other. Jing Jiu turned and left.

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The river mussel might have dived deep into Daze, or it might have hid in a well in a courtyard.Emperor Xiao had been hiding under Daze's eyes for so many years, and Qingshan Jianzhen couldn't kill him. As long as he didn't come out, there was no way for anyone, and if he didn't make a sound, Jing Jiu couldn't find him again.

Jing Jiu walked forward in the lake water, waved away those annoying water plants and ignorant little fish, thinking about the last celebration of the Hu card before he walked into Daze, thinking that those mortals played Qingcheng Mahjong, No wonder it's so happy to touch a chicken in one hand.

Daze is vast and the water is deep. As the depths get deeper, the sky becomes weaker and lighter, the grass grows thinner, and it becomes a barren white sand. The ignorant little fish is gradually replaced by ugly and fierce big fish and monsters. .When Jing Jiu walked to the center of Daze, which was about a hundred feet deep, there was no sky at the bottom of the lake, and the darkness was like night. Of course, this did not have any effect on his sight. When swimming over, he stopped early.

At rest, he is like a real stone, with no breath, no taste, no sense of life, not to mention the sky silver xenomorph, even higher-level gods and beasts can hardly find his existence-except the blue dragon and the corpse The special existence of dogs.

In the past, when he left Qingshan, he always brought Liu Ada, because he knew he would encounter great troubles and strong opponents. This time he left Qingshan to heal wounds, and he would not naturally provoke those strong enemies. People can discover his existence, and naturally there is no trouble.

A few days later, he came out of the lake, and the water continued to flow from the hat and clothes, and wet the sand under his feet.

This is already the northern shore of Daze, hundreds of miles away. In the shallow water is dense green reeds, in front of dense woods, there is no people.

Jing Jiu's mind moved slightly, the sword fire spilled out of his body, and the lake water was quickly evaporated, but he forgot that he was still wearing a hat.

Li hat disappeared into blue smoke and his face appeared.

Dozens of sand gulls circled back from the lake and were about to fall back to the nest in the reeds. They suddenly looked at him on the beach and were frightened.

Jing Jiu stretched out his hand to cut off more than ten reeds, just like braiding Zhao Layue with one hand, and made a simple hat and put it on his head.

His figure disappeared into the woods.

No one knows that he has been here, and no one knows where he is going, even the ghost in the green mountain.

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In the following more than ten days, Jing Jiuyi Road went north, constantly looking for ways to heal.

In Guocheng Temple, the monk crossing the sea looks like an ordinary one, but since it is the thunder means of Taiping, it is naturally extraordinary.

During the journey north, Jing Jiu rarely rested, but occasionally bite a few mountain breezes and drink some dew.

He doesn't feel hungry, he just wants to do something that suits the situation and makes him look more like a fairy. Heard that fairy luck is not too bad.

He searched for his predecessor, Dongfu, which he remembered and marked in his brother's notes, and went to several famous mines.

Over time, he felt his right hand became more and more ugly.

Although he knew this was an illusion, he could not bear it.

One night, he stood by the cliff and looked at the stars in the night sky, thinking silently if the thing in Chaoge City could not cure his injury, what should he do?

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When we arrived at Chaoge City, midsummer had not yet passed, and the gleam of the blazing sun shining on the streets had no room for shadows at all.

Pedestrians were either holding umbrellas or wearing hats for shading. Jing Jiu wore a newly bought hat in Yu County and walked with little attention.

Walking into the alley and at the door of Jingzhai, he habitually looked back at Taichang Temple.The Taichang Temple, which was newly built a few years ago, is exactly the same as the previous one, but I do n’t know if it is not moistened by rain. Those dark eaves no longer exude the sense of sensation as in the past, but just blindly dead.

A lock was hung on the door of Jingzhai, and everybody who wanted to come out went out. I don't know if it was visiting friends or visiting relatives.Jing Jiu looked at the lock and thought about it seriously, but he still couldn't remember whether it was a day for the court officials to relax, or where the key was hidden, so he pushed the blue brick in directly.

He only wanted to save a lock for the Jing family, but he didn't think that a precious porcelain would be lost in the Luguo government.

Entering the study, and confirming that there should be no changes in the furnishings and the chess pieces on the chessboard, Jing Jiu nodded, and then looked to Lu Ming, the son of Lu Guo Gong who had stood respectfully there, and said, "Let your father come A trip. "

Lu Ming breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the Guo Gong Mansion through the tunnel. He looked at the large-scale kiln broken into pieces, sighed, and hurriedly prepared to enter the palace.

Less than half an hour later, Lu Guogong, who was discussing the country with His Majesty the Emperor, hurried back and panted to Jingzhai through the tunnel.

In Guocheng Temple, he said to Jing Jiu that His Majesty is under a lot of pressure. He hoped that Jing Jiu would come to Songge City. He did not expect Jing Jiu to come in a year, which made him feel that his opinion was very well received. Nine attaches importance and is in a very happy mood, said with a frown: "I didn't expect you to come so fast."

Jing Jiu didn't know why he was so happy and said, "I'm going to Taichang Temple. Is Zhongzhou still staring tightly?"

Lu Guogong was stunned, only to realize that he came to Chaoge City had nothing to do with what he said, and said with a bitter smile: "The Canglong is dead, and now there is only one empty shell left in Zhenmo Prison. Humiliation and anger, where can you care about things in Taichang Temple? "

In the afternoon, Jing Jiu pretended to be a steward, followed Lu Guogong into Taichang Temple, and then disappeared into the courtyard.

There is a newly-built tunnel deep in Taichang Temple, which leads to the depth of Zhenmo Prison. There are many green bamboos and many wild flowers around the entrance.

In a remote corner, there is a cluster of purple flowers.

Jing Jiu came to the cluster of purple flowers and said, "The bell that was tied to your neck for a while was picked from here."

After finishing this sentence, he remembered that Liu Ada did not come out with himself this time, at this time still at the peak of the end of the god.

He shook his head and reached out to dig up the dirt under the purple flower, paying attention to his movements, without hurting the roots of the purple flower.

A piece of white is buried in the mud under the purple flower, the tentacles are gentle, but there is a touch of sadness. It is not a beautiful jade, nor a magic weapon.

That's a bone.

Jing Jiu picked up the bone and carefully observed, said: "Solid, how can you blow out the tune?"

After saying this, he remembered that the Emperor Hades had been dead for several years, and he had promised that he had not done it yet.

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When he sneaked into Zhenmo Prison, he once saw a bone of a big demon in Fang Bitan-the stomach of Canglong.

The venom in Bitan is terrible, and its corrosion ability is extremely strong. Not to mention the practitioner ’s physical body, even magic weapons and fairy swords cannot be retained.

That big demon must be very powerful, and may even be at the same level as Zenko's uncle, so that the demon bone can never be destroyed.

Before the death of the Emperor, he used this piece of demon bone to blow a Stygian lullaby.

At that time, in the Chaoge City, I heard this song, in addition to the peerless strong men of the human race, and Jing Jiu.

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Go back to Jingzhai.

Jing Jiu walked into the study and arranged a formation to avoid being disturbed.

He rolled up his sleeves and put the twisted right arm on the demon bone, rubbing it back and forth.

At the beginning, his movements were very slow, it seemed that he was looking for the perfect angle and strength, and then the movements became faster and faster, so fast that he couldn't see them at all.

He has mastered the angle and strength, and more importantly, he confirmed that his method is correct.

That piece of demon bone was really special, and the friction at such a high speed didn't make much noise.

After a moment, Jing Jiu stopped and lifted his right arm to take a look, revealing a satisfied expression.

In the eyes of the average person, there is no change in his right arm, but he naturally knows that there are still slight changes.

Yes, he is sharpening his sword.

At the peak of Bihu many years ago, he once said that Liu Ada's bones should be used to sharpen the sword. That was to scare it, but this time it was true.

The sword is no longer sharp, and naturally needs to be re-polished.

He knew this, but he never found a suitable whetstone.

Even the hardest whetstone in the world will be solved with his right hand, even the magic weapon and flying sword in the green mountain can't support a moment.

It wasn't until that day at Jianfeng that he and Zhao Layue talked about Brother's bone flute and thought of the flute that was played before the death of the Emperor Ming, and then he thought of this piece of demon bone.

Of course, if Emperor Xiao was willing to lend him the turtle shell, it might be the best whetstone.

Suddenly speaking outside the study.

It was a pair of young men and women who seemed to be arguing and crying, and then gradually became silent.

Jing Jiu ignored it and concentrated on sharpening his sword.

His right arm rubbed against the demon bone at high speed.

Bone meal grows gradually, accompanied by a slight burnt smell.

He looked the same, stretched out his left hand to grab the rootless water in the air, and sprinkled it on the right arm and the demon bone.

With a few murmurs, the sound of the sharpening of the sword became smaller, the bone meal was wet, and it no longer flew, gradually accumulating on the table.

There was an exclamation suddenly outside the window.

Jing Jiu knew someone long ago and ignored it.

A girl stood by the study window, her eyes were red, and she had obviously just cried.

She looked at the picture in the study, her face filled with incredible expressions, and asked, "Are you grinding your hands? Poo ... so sick."