The Path Toward Heaven

If Xue Ji really learned Chengtian swordsmanship, how long did she spend?

This is a question worthy of deep consideration and careful calculation, because it will inevitably become a record in the history of Qingshan.

Jing Jiu asked Tong Yan to teach Xue Ji how to communicate normally with humans, and then came to Xuehu to prepare to sharpen his sword. Tong Yan took out bronze, porcelain and those books at the same time.

No, there should be less time.

Jing Jiu reached out and took the thin book that floated in front of him, and burned it with a sword.

Looking at the green smoke, he pondered silently in his heart. Before Tong Yan walked into the Zen room, Xue Ji had finished reading it.

His expression did not change, but his mood was not.

He retired at Shangdefeng and Shenmofeng all the year round, and rarely joined the WTO, but after all, he lived long enough to talk about knowledge, especially after reading the notes left by his brother.

He had never seen, or even imagined, the existence of Xue Ji.

Chengtian Swordsmanship is the main sword of Tianguangfeng, a compulsory and undisciplined master of the Qingshan Mountain. The sword is used as an array. The complexity is only under the unprovoked swordmanship of Qing Rongfeng. Are extremely difficult.

How many years did Gu Qing used to learn this sword technique?How long did Liu Shisui spend?What about Zhuo Rusui?

How many years has Liu Ci used him?How many years have brothers used?What about myself?

Hundreds of years in Qingshan, countless kendo geniuses are inferior to her.

Not as good as her.

Jing Jiu will not be discouraged, only that some of the life class gap is so large.

Just like the moment before, Tong Yan thought of his face in the Zen room.

It's really boring.

"The things Tong Yan wants to teach you are really boring, you don't want to learn if you don't want to learn."

Jing Jiu looked at Xue Ji and said.

He has made a decision not to teach her anything.

At this rate, she may only need a few days to master all the practices in the history of the human race.

The most important thing is that if she learned the hypocrisy, conspiracy and sometimes unreasonable indiscriminate killing impulse that she learned through those books, then something really will happen.

"But ... do you want to learn Go? One of the pieces is very similar to your eyes and looks good."

Jing Jiu suddenly asked.

Qinger confirmed that the person playing chess had more than a heart and a thick face. He couldn't help covering his face with transparent wings, but he couldn't hide the shameful expression on the small face.

Xue Ji looked at Jing Jiu quietly.

Switching to someone else, even a person with such a thick skin like Zhuo Rusui, would feel a little embarrassed under this gaze, but Jing Jiu would n’t, calmly said: "I said no, I ’ll go to that place temporarily for myself No, there is no way to take you past unless you can help me reach that state as soon as possible. "

Qing'er knew where the place he was talking about, and couldn't help but glance at him, wondering if this meant letting her help you soar?

Such a brazen request can actually be said so calmly, so naturally, really ... enough!

Jing Jiu naturally does not expect that Xue Ji will agree to his request on the spot, but just makes a foreshadowing in advance, who knows what will be useful in hundreds of years.

The sword array was broken, and naturally there was no way to sharpen the sword. He picked up Qingtianjian and left Xuehu.

Xueji followed the quilt and looked like a little girl ghost fluttering.

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It took a long time for Li Gongzi to wake up, thinking about the fairy master who suddenly appeared in front of him, and the horrible snow frost.

He was holding Guqin and was about to leave. When he passed the stone bridge, he just saw Xue Ji following Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu stood in front of the *** too, and touched her head like an elder, not knowing what to say.

Li Gongzi felt a little strange, but Xue Ji was attracted by her eyes.

That should be the little girl seen in the quilt mountain the night before?

Li Gongzi thought that her illness was really good, and she was very happy when she was surprised, thinking of her own anxiety at that time, and laughed at herself.

A mortal in his own area, actually tried to save a fairy.

Just like that time, knowing that the girl was ill, she was still thinking of seeking medicine for her.

It's ridiculous.

Li Gongzi turned Gu Nuqin and walked outside the temple, his back somewhat lonely.

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Fairy way.

Tong Yan looked at the figure that was going away, silently thinking about these four words.

He knew that this person played the piano not for these people, but for the predecessor of Shui Yuean, but whether it was infatuation or long love, or just some kind of distant look, it was always in vain.

When you embark on a path of cultivation, you must first understand this truth. Shou Yuan has different lengths and different world levels. In the old days, relatives and friends would always move away from each other, and they would eventually face each other across the grave.

He understood this when he was five years old, and he wouldn't have any emotions, but it might be a similar situation that caused him some pity for this person.

He walked back to the meditation room and prepared to collect the bronze and porcelain. He would go to Ohara Castle tomorrow and give it to Li Gongzi. Since Xue Ji did not want to learn these things, it would be useless to leave them around.

At this moment, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He walked to the window and saw that there was a wave on the lake, and the cosmic front stopped on it.

Xue Ji was wrapped in a quilt and stood at the head of the sword, Jing Jiu stood behind her, Qing Tian Jian tied behind her, and Qing Er sat on his shoulder.

Are you ready to leave?Tong Yanxin thought how to shield Xueji's chill?Does Jing Jiu have a way to bring the array of lights in the temple to his side?And their things have not been collected.

Thinking of these things, he suddenly saw Qinger's apology in his eyes, and his heart sank.

"I can't help it, Qing Tian Jian is in his hand." Qing Er said with a grievance.

Tong Yan did not speak, hesitated to sacrifice the magic weapon, and blasted towards the lake.

It was daylight now, and the spring day was very bright in the blue sky, but suddenly it became dim for a few minutes.

The longevity lights in the temple were lit at the same time, and the secret connection between them formed an extremely solid formation.

A loud noise.

The magic weapon flew back.

Tong Yan realized that this lamp array of Shuiyue Temple, in addition to isolating the coldness of Xue Ji's body, was actually used to deal with himself!

The cosmic front hummed slightly, and the fine lines on the lake surface were denser.

Tong Yan said to Jing Jiu: "Are you really robbing?"

Jing Jiu said: "In Guocheng Temple, I won a bet with Kirin. Qing Tian Jian should have let me spend some time. You are here to practice with peace of mind. When you go to the West Sea, you will naturally be returned."

Tong Yan frowned, thinking how do you know that I am going to the West Sea?Asked: "She will be found, what will you do then?"

Xue Ji's blood is too strong, the cold in his body can move the world, where can a quilt cover?

Jing Jiu said, "It's time to go."

No matter how Xue Ji moved, the longevity lights on the trees around the snow lake shook.

Hundreds of sword intentions spilled out of the cosmic front, and as Xue Ji's consciousness fell, it was laid on the quilt like an invisible rope.

This is Chengtian swordsmanship.

Xueji's cold was locked and no longer leaked.

At this time, she looked like a little girl who had forgotten Tim Chai at home, was afraid of the cold, and wrapped the quilt tightly on the kang during the New Year.

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Li Gongzi left the temple and walked out of the mountain.

Before long, he came to the intersection of the two streams.

There are a lot of ponds here, where there are many lotuses.

It's spring now, and I just experienced a terrible cold spring. Naturally, there are no newly-grown lotus branches, only the leaves of last year. It looks very dismal.

He stood by the lotus pond, silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

Something suddenly fell in the sky, just in front of his eyes, he subconsciously reached for it and found it was a small porcelain bottle.

He looked up and saw a sword light flying towards the horizon.

The sword light was quick, and disappeared in the sky between the interest.

He looked at the sky quietly, and after a long time he did not take his gaze away.