The Path Toward Heaven

In the early morning of the next day, the ice on the lake surface became more and the temple was warmer.

Tong Yan confessed with the old man, left the temple, and came to Ohara City through the wet mountain road.

He found Li Gongzi's antique shop, bought some things, and talked to the idlers through the neighborhood, and inquired about something.

Ten years ago, it happened to be the Xihai Incident. The girl Li Gongzi met in the temple should be the predecessor of Shui Yuean.

It is easy to draw this conclusion, because Tong Yan is good at making calculations, and just knows the inside story of that matter.

When I returned to Sanqian, it was already dark, and the longevity lamp hanging on the bridge between the trees by the lake became brighter. Tong Yan came to the Zen room and looked inside.

Xue Ji slept in the quilt mountain, and did not know when she would wake up.

Jing Jiu was sitting by the lake by the window, watching the thin ice spreading over the lake, holding a pen in his hand and writing something on the paper.

Qing'er sat on his shoulder and hummed softly the songs of the old Chu Kingdom in the illusion.

Tong Yan thought these pictures were interesting, and a smile appeared on the childish face.

Jing Jiu has no heart in the world, and is familiar with Guocheng Temple and Shuiyue Temple, which are like natural born monks.

Then he thought of Sister Bai Zao, the smile on his lips faded, but his eyebrows grew thicker.

If it is really unintentional, how can there be so many strange women around him?

Ten years ago, there was Senior Winter. Now there is Qinger beside me, and there is a Snow Maiden behind me ...

As the night grew darker, there was a sound of piano.

Tong Yan turned and walked to the bridge, looking across the stream.

Li Gongzi did not sit on the snow, but sat on the low stool brought by himself, Guqin rested on his lap, the sound of the piano came from the string.

Tonight, he played a good night quote.

This song appeared here ten years ago.

Stone bench by the lake.

Jing Jiu's ear moved slightly.

Qing'er sat on his shoulders, leaned over curiously, and touched his earlobe, thinking that it was the right ear, how could it be so pretty?

Dozens of sword intentions were born from Jing Jiu's body, and a formation method was arranged using the Chengtian sword technique, which cut off the outside vision, but did not shield those piano sounds.

He put his right hand into the lake to wet, and then continued to sharpen the sword with Qing Tianjian's smooth side.

The cold lake water quickly turned into mist, and it rose up, his hands looming in between.

Qing'er thought it was pretty.

Jing Jiu continued to play, did not stop, or changed a lot of songs, Jing Jiu did not pay attention.

Time passes slowly.

The night grew darker.

Jing Jiu suddenly raised his head, his figure disappeared from the lake.

Tong Yan also felt the change of breath in the Zen room, and was not aware of it. He stepped on the thin snow on the stream and came to Li Gongzi. He turned around and struck out.

An invisible breath overflowed from his palm, spreading against the wind, like a mirror, reflecting the stone bridge, the temple and the blue sky in front.

Only moments later, the scenes became blurred because of a shallow frost.

With extremely cold frost, it was easy to break the Zhongzhou School of Taoism attached to this invisible light mirror, spread to the back of his hands, wrists, and then continue upward.

Tong Yan's face was pale, and she felt that the flow rate of the True Element in her body had decreased sharply, even the Yuan Qi's aura was weak.

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In the meditation room, Xue Ji did not know when she had opened her eyes. The dark eyes exuded a terrifying chill, and extremely tiny but very beautiful snowflakes flew in the air.

Jing Jiu smashed thousands of small snowflakes and came to the quilt mountain, staring at her eyes and said, "Stop."

Xue Ji looked at him quietly, judging that this man was threatening himself.

No one in Chaotian mainland could threaten her, but Jing Jiu had already done so twice, because he had seen her weakest side and had what she wanted most—the absolutely cold world.

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In front of the stone bridge, the chill disappeared.

Frost Snow has covered Tong Yan's shoulders.

He coughed twice and coughed up some blood like red spar, obviously injured.

Li Gongzi is not a practitioner. Although he did not directly face the chilling attack, he was more seriously injured and had already collapsed in the snow.

Tong Yan turned to look at him, shook his head, stuffed a pill in his mouth, and then asked the nun in the temple to bring him back to the house with the guqin.

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"There are fires in the lights. You should be very aware of them. You can master this formation by clarifying all the connections between these lights."

Jing Jiu took a thin book from his sleeve and put it on the quilt in front of Xue Ji: "This is also a formation, you learn it as soon as possible, and then we leave."

The cover of the thin book was not written, and was lifted by the wind coming in from the window. The ink characters inside were very fresh. It should be just written. The words were simple, but the sword shape painted was extremely complicated. Learning is even more difficult.

If Gu Qing was present at this time, he could recognize this thin book as the most important sword-bearing sword of the Qingshan Sect.

After doing this, Jing Jiu walked out of the Zen room and came to the stone bridge.

He said to Tong Yan: "Snow Country has only class, no society, she has no companions, only subjects, so she only knows the order and does not know other forms of communication. Her attitude will be judged by her to be wiped out. "

Tong Yan asked: "So the first thing she did when she woke up was to kill him? So why are the old nuns in the temple all right?"

Jing Jiu thought for a while and said, "Maybe she has been annoying with the piano these two days?"

Tong Yan was silent for a while, and said, "We must find a solution."

If this is the case, Xueji will die wherever she goes. They ca n’t hide her whereabouts, and how innocent are those who died?

Jing Jiu said: "Yes, she needs to learn other ways to get along with life."

Tong Yan said: "First of all, to be able to communicate with her, you can understand her words, is the best candidate."

Jing Jiu said: "I haven't been ordered, so I can't form a real and effective communication with her."

Tong Yan said: "So?"

Jing Jiu said: "You go."

After saying this, he went back to Xuehu and continued to sharpen his sword, as if nothing had happened.

Tong Yan was silent for a long time, and lifted heavy steps into the Zen room.

Xueji's coldness no longer overflows, and Ohara Castle has no wind and snow. The surroundings of the temple have also become much warmer and more humid, but it is still very cold in the Zen room, and thick frost has formed on the walls and eaves.

The round window hangs more than ten transparent ice hangs, dividing the scenery of the snowy lake winter tree into many thin strips, which have a different kind of strange beauty.

Xue Ji still wrapped in a quilt, only a small face exposed.

Her face was snow-white, with no nose and no mouth. It was strange that it was not ugly, but had a different kind of strange beauty.

Tong Yanxin wanted to be the highest order life on the mainland of Chaotian.

The extreme is extraordinary, this is a common view in the spiritual world.

Whether it is extremely beautiful or extremely ugly, extremely positive or extremely strange, it means extraordinary.The same is true on the contrary, where a truly powerful life must have an extremely good or impressive appearance.

Tong Yan thought of Jing Jiu's face, and suddenly felt a little boring.

Feeling life is boring, naturally will be more fearless.

Tong Yan calmed down and said to Xue Ji: "His Royal Highness, I am Tong Yan, a disciple of Zhongzhou."

Xueji didn't respond, and didn't make any noise.

Tong Yan believed that she could understand human language and continued: "We may need to stay here for a while and wait for the teachers to make a decision."

Xue Ji looked at him quietly.

Tong Yan felt unprecedented pressure and said pale: "In order to fight against the one in the snow country, the human race should choose to help you. This is my calculation."

That pressure disappeared.

Tong Yan stabilized his mind and continued: "You are a high-level life with supreme wisdom. Many humans may not understand your intentions. In order to avoid misunderstandings and troubles, you may need to deign to learn about human communication."

After saying this, he took out a piece of bronze, a piece of porcelain and a few books.

There are inscriptions on the bronze and pictures on the porcelain. The simplest collection of verses and poetry collections in those few books.

This is what he bought in Ohara City today. Before Jing Jiu said, he had already calculated what he might need to do next.

Being able to become a teacher in the princess of the snow country ... This is destined to be written in the history of the practice world, which is much more important than Gu Qing's so-called emperor status.

Tong Yan thought of these things, and pointed the side with the most bronze inscriptions to Xue Ji.

He was going to start with Jin Wen and talked about the ancient writing movement for hundreds of years. I believe that with her talent, she should be able to fully master the way of communicating with humans in a short time, and it is elegant and perfect.

Xueji stood up suddenly.

She was very short, and the quilt mountain in the Zen room did not collapse, but only swelled up.

Tong Yan was a little wary.

Snow Ji suddenly ran out of the window.

The quilt she wore was so large that she dragged it all the way to the ground, completely covering her feet, and looked like she was floating past.

Tong Yan was shocked, thinking what happened?

Lakeside.

Jing Jiu prepared to dip some water to continue to sharpen his sword, but found that his right hand was touching a hard object, and when he looked up, he found that the lake was frozen again.

The breeze came with snowflakes.

Xue Ji came to the field and stared at him.

Qing'er was very afraid, and quickly slipped off his shoulder and hid behind him.

Every time before sharpening the sword, Jing Jiu will first use the Chengtian sword method to arrange the formation method, to isolate the outside sight and disturb.

It now appears that his Chengtian swordsmanship has no meaning to Xue Ji.

Jing Jiu once again felt that he should practice Chengtian swordsmanship better.

Then he thought of a possibility, his eyes slightly changed.

Previously, he gave Xueji a Chengtian sword tactic, so in such a short time ... she learned it?

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Xue Ji was covered with a quilt and was under the quilt from the top of her head to her toes. Only her small white face and black jewel-like eyes appeared.

Her voice is also very cute with milk.

Jing Jiujing looked at her quietly, thinking that this was really the most terrible thing he had encountered in the two centuries.

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(I decided this picture when I thought about it. Please imagine Xueji as ET. I said earlier that I like Xueji very much. There are many readers discussing whether I will follow the routine and collect her as God's End. Apprentice what ... Don't even think about it ~ ha ha ha ha)