The Path Toward Heaven

Qing Tian Jian has a pattern on the surface, but it is very thin.

There are also lines on the finger belly, but it is thinner.

So when the finger slowly rubs the blue sky, there is no sound.

The study is as quiet as most of the past decades.

Time slowly ran away, Jing Jiu looked at the tea in the cup, and kept silent, not knowing what amazing secrets he was calculating.

Liu Shisui became more and more nervous and felt a little thirsty. He subconsciously picked up the tea cup and drank the herbal tea in the cup, only to realize that he had done something wrong.

He held the teacup tightly, turned quietly, and walked silently to the stove to start making tea.

During this process, Jing Jiu's sight did not change, indicating that he was not looking at the tea in the cup.

The water in the teapot gradually boiled, making a confused sound.

Liu Shisui put the tea cup in front of his eyes, not daring to disturb it, and stepped aside.

The tender shoots of new tea slowly unfolded in the cup, but Jing Jiu's expression showed no signs of stretching.

The records in the daily record, the events that seem to have no connection, and the seemingly ordinary words seem to have some hidden connection.

That kind of connection, like the tiny bubbles in the tea, appeared at any time, and then suddenly disappeared for some reason, it was difficult to catch.

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Demon blood is like ink.

Mo Jiao.

Jiao bone.

The bones can be used to make wine.

A sharp light appeared in Jing Jiu's eyes, bright and sharp.

After being seriously injured by the Xihai Sword God that year, he and Dongdong spent three years traveling in Chaotian mainland and spent more than ten spring, summer, autumn and winter. They have seen many landscapes and naturally said a lot.

He does n’t like to listen to her reasoning, she knows this better than anyone else, so there is no her grandeur in those words, or her concerns and designs about the future of the spiritual world and the entire human race, most of them are in life Little things.

The trivial thing in life is that the parents are short. Her only nephew in the world is her nephew.

Jing Jiu easily guessed who He Zhan's biological mother was.

There are three seniors in Shuiyue Temple.

The winter, the prince, the elder, and the elders are very qualified, but they are actually the youngest ones.

The green curtain small sedan can fly by itself and take Jing Jiu from Guocheng Temple to Shuiyue Temple.

Many people have heard the elder in the sedan chair talking, but no one has lifted the green curtain and seen her talking.

The sound magic weapon can do this. It is even possible that in many cases the Lord Shui Yuean sat in the sedan chair himself.

In the practice world, He Zhan is best known for his luck. An unrepaired person with no background can actually meet Yu Bao in succession, which is even more exaggerated than Wang Xiaoming's arranged life.

At that time, the winter should still be in the cocoon of the heavenly silk. How could every step be arranged so well.

But these inferences have no evidence, and they seem to have no meaning. Even if they are true, they cannot form a complete story.

Jing Jiu didn't care and let his thinking continue to diverge.

Time continued to flow away, the hot tea in the cup was cold again, and Liu Shisui took it and replaced it with a new one.

The hot mist in the teacup floated up and down on the surface of Qingtianjian, making the boundary between reality and illusion more blurred.

Jing Jiu's sight fell on leaving the teacup, and fell on the surface of Qingtianjian with the mist.

In that world, he saw a small river, a black tent boat, a stone bridge, a nun temple, and a baby.

In the distant mountains, a scholar was leaving and stopped to look back from time to time.

Jing Jiu probably understood that, knowing the content of the story is like this, but there is still no evidence.

If he wants to investigate, he should be able to find out the truth, but of course he will not do it.

He just needs this story, no evidence, because he is not ready to persuade the characters in the story, but only himself.

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Jing Jiu felt a little tired and took a cup of tea and found it cold.

No matter how diligent Liu Shisui is, it is impossible to guarantee that the tea in the cup will always be hot, which has nothing to do with the intention.

He looked up at the window and found it dark, only to realize that he had calculated for so long.

"Young Master?" Liu Shisui shouted nervously.

Jing Jiu said, "Okay, go back."

Liu Shisui thought, would you not share that secret with me?

Jing Jiu did not have the habit of sharing secrets with him, nor Zhao Layue, and asked, "Do you want to represent Yi Mao Zhai to participate in the May Fair?"

Liu Shisui was a little embarrassed and said, "I haven't participated before, and I'm curious."

Jing Jiu said, "Road war?"

Liu Shisui was even more embarrassed and said, "If I understand such things as piano chess, calligraphy and painting, I will only fight."

Even if it stands for Yi Mao Zhai, Liu Shisui is a disciple of Qingshan after all. He does not understand qin chess, calligraphy and painting, and is good at Taoist warfare.

Jing Jiu understood this very well and said, "Xi Yiyun is good, you can learn more from him."

Liu Shisui didn't expect the son to be so surprised at Xi Yiyun's evaluation.

Jing Jiu explained: "The scholars of Yimaozhai are different from those who are so poor in the world, they are real scholars."

Just like the monk in Guocheng Temple is not the same as the fake monks in the world who cheat on money, otherwise he will not feel relieved to let Liu Shisui go to these two places to study.

Liu Shisui asked: "What else do you confess?"

Jing Jiu looked out of the window at night, knowing that Gu Qing and Zhuo Rusui and the Jing merchants were discussing the matter in Luguo Mansion. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Help me to send a letter to Bu Qiuxiao. I want to see him." one side."

Liu Shisui was surprised, and asked, "When?"

Jing Jiu thought about the days of raising relatives and said, "You must come over within eight days."

If you let others hear his request, you will be speechless in surprise. Even if you are the reincarnated disciple of Jingyang Real Man and the elder of Shenmofeng, what is the right to let Yimaozhaizhai come to see you?

Liu Shisui would naturally not think so, and responded directly.

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Eight days passed quickly.

There is no lantern in the prime minister ’s palace, and the courtyard is also clean and clean. No matter there is no dust on the trees or the road, it seems to be ready to receive the purpose.

Today is the official day for Zhan Guofu to come to raise relatives.The process before raising the relatives has already been completed, and Miss Cen, the seventh lady, has also been taken back from Jingjue Temple yesterday. Everything is available, and the whole house is full of joy.

Being able to marry mischievous and unwilling to marry Miss Qi is of course a joyous event to celebrate. More importantly, Cen Xiangye made a decision so that people in the government no longer have to bear the pressure from all over.

Mrs. Lu Guogong's wife returned to the house very early, looking at the happiness on the faces of sister-in-law and brother-in-law, she felt a little uncomfortable.

Lu Guogong is a prince of Jingyao, the prime minister is from Maozhai, but most of her relatives have the background of the Zhongzhou faction. She is very embarrassed in the middle.

And Xiaoqi doesn't want to marry the son of Zhan Guogong, is it appropriate for you to be so happy?

Thinking about these things, Mrs. Shizi walked into Cen Shi's room and found that there were no tears on her face, and there was even some joy in her eyes. She couldn't help but be surprised.

Miss Seven is no longer noisy, the husbands and the maid and maid serving are relieved, but she feels a little wrong.After casually saying a few words with Cen Shi, she quietly left the backyard, found Lu Ming, and whispered the situation of Cen Shi, worriedly saying, "Isn't something wrong today?"

Lu Ming looked at her and said with a smile: "Don't worry, even if something goes wrong, it's a happy event."

The lady didn't feel relieved to hear this, but felt even weirder.

Lu Ming smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "I'm going to start, I'll go ahead and see."

After saying this, he quickly got out and went to the front hall, thinking it was a pity that he had missed the big bustle.

Full of guests, Cen Xiangye and Zhan Guogong stood on the stage side by side with a satisfied smile on their faces.

Lu Ming looked at the handsome and handsome prince behind Zhan Guogong, and he wanted to be no worse than Ge Lili. I'm afraid that today's drama is not so good to sing.

According to the number of ceremonies, it is convenient for the double convenience to ask the ceremonies regularly. The guests smiled and looked at the room.

Just then, there was a loud noise outside the prime minister's house.

The guests were taken aback, and looked out of the house, thinking where they came from, they dare to make trouble in front of the prime minister.

The governor and the guards retreated in anxiety, dare not stop them.

A group of people broke into Xiangfu.

At the forefront is Lu Guogong.

Who dares to beat him?

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(Originally wanted to write a sentence: I objected ... Suddenly when I thought of Choosing Heaven, Chen Changsheng had already shouted, but it is a pity that I like these bridges, and some readers may not see the sentence I added yesterday Here, I am very embarrassed to say again, the novel written by my friend is called "Surgical Live Room". When I wrote it yesterday, I got a bit wrong. I actually wrote the name wrong, but I took the opportunity to advertise again. This is a true friend ... In addition, the chapter name in this chapter is great today. In addition, I know that you will be scolded by the dog today and tomorrow, but there is no way to take the niece to ski. I ca n’t write in two days. These two Zhang Shi didn't write it until two o'clock last night, and he deleted a lot of water words. He can only barely promise to update, apologize to everyone, Wang Wang!)