The Path Toward Heaven

Most of the disciples in Qingshan don't understand the rhythm, especially the people on the end of God's Peak.

Jing Jiu did not understand the meaning of this piece of music, but thought it was beautiful, so he ignored it and turned to the Zen room.

Qing'er listened carefully under the corridor. When he saw him coming, he asked with a small face: "Who is this person? The piano is so good, it sounds like I can't tell."

Without explaining, Jing Jiu walked into the Zen room and came to the mountain-like cotton jacket, his right hand stretched out to the small half of Xue Ji's face.

He is more interested in this higher-order bloodline, and would like to study the structure of the other party to see what is fundamentally different from other life forms, such as whether she has a mouth, but ... in the end he did nothing Then he took his hand back.

This is a conservative choice based on security considerations.Although Xue Ji should wake up in a few days, why make her wake up in advance, making everyone nervous.

He walked to the corner, opened some quilts, took out the Qingtianjian hidden there, crossed the round window, and walked to the edge of Xuehu.

Qing'er didn't dare to go directly through the Zen room, waved transparent wings, turned into a streamer, bypassed the whole building and came to the lake.

Tong Yan stood on the bridge, and as they also came to the lake, raised his eyebrows slightly, wondering why he couldn't find it.

No one dared to wake up Xue Ji, who was sleeping, naturally no one could find Qing Tian Jian hidden under the quilt.

Tong Yan looked at the edge of the snow lake and dared not leave his sight. Otherwise, what should I do if Jing Jiu ran away with Qing Tian Jian again?

Suddenly more than ten sword intentions emerged from the lake, forming a formation that blocked the figures of Jing Jiu and Qing'er inside.

Tong Yan's eyebrows were thicker, and they became more and more eye-catching on the snow bridge. I wondered what secrets there were?Why didn't Qinger tell himself?

He withdrew his gaze and looked over to Xueqiao, wondering who this person was?What does it have to do with the secret of this temple and Jing Jiu?

Li Gongzi wore a black big cloak and sat in the snow playing the piano. His fingers were frozen red, but the sound of the piano was not cut off for a moment.

The sound of the piano crossed the snow bridge, passed through the quiet temple and plum trees, and came to the lake. It was rolled up by the wind and seemed even more misty.

The formation method can isolate the line of sight and welcome the sound of the piano. Jing Jiu reaches out his right hand, silently breaking through the ice and snow on the lake surface, staining some water, and sprinkling it on the blue sky.

Looking at the scene, Qing'er felt a little cold, his wings folded and hugged himself, and squatted beside him and asked, "Do you really want to sharpen your sword?"

While in Guocheng Temple, she entered his body and knew many of his secrets. Naturally, she wouldn't mistakenly think that what he wanted to grind was the cosmic front, as Tong Yan did.

In Chaotian Continent, she only has this companion, and naturally will not tell his secrets, even if it is Tong Yan, she is just a little curious.

Jing Jiu sighed.In the Guocheng Temple, he made a gamble with Qilin and said that he would use Qingtianjian to re-enter the illusion. He was thinking in Yunmeng Mountain that he promised to help Qinger solve some problems.Who would have thought that he was seriously injured by the crossing monk, but in the end he really needed Qingtianjian, but he met him again.

Zen likes to talk about drinking and pecking, and it ’s a matter of pre-determination. From this point of view, it really makes a lot of sense. He will be injured, but if he is not injured, where does Qing Tianjian need to be?

The so-called cause and effect, it turned out to be this way.

Looking at Jing Jiu's right hand sliding on the surface of the copper mirror, Qing'er worried: "Can it be polished? You might as well try with a patterned back."

To say who is most familiar with Qing Tian Jian, of course, she is Jian Ling.

The mirror is really slippery, the progress of the sword is slow, but Jing Jiu is not in a hurry.

He has confirmed that Qingtianjian is looking for the sharpening stone for more than a year.

Bronze mirrors are originally the best abrasive materials. The higher the degree of smoothness, the more delicate, the closer to perfection.

He said: "As long as the kung fu is deep, the iron pestle can be ground into needles. Although it is easier to grind the iron pestle into needles and harder to sharpen swords, it can be done.

Qinger thought that I didn't understand this, and asked instead: "The day before yesterday I asked you how you can become a real person. You let me think for myself. It took me two days to understand. If I can understand, I Come to ask what you do? "

Jing Jiu looked at the bronze mirror, adjusted the angle of his right hand, and said: "The answer is very simple, as long as you think you are a person, that is a person."

Qing'er felt inexplicable and said, "What's the difference between this and self-deception?"

Jing Jiu did not raise his head and said, "What are you bullying?"

Qing'er understood what he meant and thought about it.

"The really important question is, why do you want to be a human being, and why can't you be the mountains, rivers, lakes, flowers, trees, grass and beasts?"

Jing Jiu picked up some water from the snow lake, sprinkled it on Qingtianjian, and continued to grind it silently.

Qinger was silent for a long time, and said: "They are all humans, you are also humans, Tong Yan is also humans, early childhood is also humans, and I must be humans."

Jing Jiu knew that she had figured it out, she no longer needed her own help, and said nothing more.

The sound of the piano came from the snow bridge, and the winter night was a little warmer.

Ten years ago, Li Gongzi came here every night to play the pair of horses, and the horse is still grazing in the green mountains.

Tonight, listening to the piano has become Qingtianjian, does this mean that this bronze mirror is also going to Qingshan?

Thinking of this possibility, Jing Jiu was somewhat satisfied.

The longevity lamp hanging on the tree by the lake illuminated the temple and illuminated his face.

After the Shuiyuean formation, the chill in the Zen room was isolated, the wind and snow stopped, the temperature rose, and the ice on the lake made a creaking sound without breaking.

A lotus branch pressed down by ice and snow the night before broke up and straightened.

A familiar voice sounded deep inside, Jing Jiu thought about it, slowed down the movement of his right hand, and softened a little.

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In Qingtianjian's illusion, the wind screamed and the clouds were overcast, and a few lightnings would illuminate the night sky.

The lightning was extremely magnificent, extending from the extreme north to the ocean in the extreme south, as if torn the sky apart, at least tens of thousands of miles long.

Along with the lightning came rumbling sky thunder, and snowflakes that did not know where they came from.

Grand Master Zhang was wrapped in a thick cotton-padded jacket, climbed up the hill behind his house, hands on hips, straightened his body, and yelled at the thunderbolt in the night sky.

Those words can't be written into words, but they are just swear words like God's God.

Suddenly, the thunder in the night sky became much smaller, and the frequency of the terrifying and spectacular lightning appeared much slower, and even the snowflakes became thinner.

Grand Master Zhang was startled and went down the mountain at the fastest speed.

He returned to his yard, and after a long time locked the door again, went to bed without washing his feet, covered his head with a quilt, turned his back to the door, and began to sleep.

Where did he sleep, the thief staring in the darkness of the bed was big, thinking in his heart that His Majesty was actually God?

Thinking about this problem and whether His Majesty extended it to hear his curse, he was very nervous. He didn't notice the quilt on the son and daughter-in-law's quilt in the next room. In Zhaoju's family and many homes in the county, the sleeping people all showed signs of waking up.

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(This chapter is well written, the first few chapters are also very good, but this chapter is more important. The chapter name is prepared before the book is opened. This is Li Bai ’s famous poem: The road is like a blue sky, I ca n’t get it alone, The concept of the overall two sentences will be used thoroughly after hundreds of thousands of words. And then: friends, the author who still insists on updating during the annual meeting ... there is actually me, this style of painting is really wrong, I myself Very uncomfortable, and I did n’t save the manuscript. I wrote it out during the day and sent it out at night. It was too hardworking. It will take me five hours to return to Daqingfei tomorrow. I will definitely ask for leave. I feel a lot of peace of mind. See. In addition: Li Gongzi ’s father was really dead at the beginning, and the conclusion I got when Jing Jiu questioned the people, but then I made a mistake in Lu Guogong, saying that he was still alive, so later I have been writing as alive, sorry, this is not a problem of intention, but a problem of memory. You should be able to see that I am old, these aspects are really not working, please sympathize ~)