The Path Toward Heaven

Jing Jiu looked at the sky outside the window and was silent for a long time.

Silence does not seem to have anything, but it often represents a certain emotion.

This is rarely seen in him, because it is a completely different thing from daze.

A cloud floated in the south.

This sentence brought him more shock than the appearance of two great underworld figures.

He felt a little regret in his heart. Since he decided not to read Brother's letter, why did he finally see it?

But this is indeed a letter he must read in person, because the content of the letter is too important.

The only thing in the world that can temporarily smooth the bottomless rift between him and his brother, and let his brother forget the bottomless hatred ... is the cloud in the south.

Of course, he knew what this sentence meant, and he knew why the brothers should not hesitate to use the Master to notify themselves as soon as possible.

The cloud in the south is actually a cloud of mist over the archipelago, hiding an old man in the fog.

The old man was called Nan Tzu, and he was the first sword slayer in Chaotian mainland and the strongest enemy of Qingshan Sect.

At that time, their ancestor Guangyuan real person was because this person failed to ascend and sat down to dispel.

When he soared in the past life, he had no regrets to look at the world, but if there was anything to be done before leaving, Nan Nan will inevitably rank in the top three.

It is a pity that Nan Trend is always hidden in the fog, and he has no way to kill each other.

Now that cloud actually left the South China Sea and floated towards the skyward continent.

This is the opportunity of their brothers and sisters, and even the entire Qingshan Mountain, which has been waiting for more than 800 years. How can it be missed?

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The islands were still shrouded in dense fog, and nothing seemed to change.

No one knows that a fog has separated from here decades ago, and is now floating on the sea thousands of miles away.

The white mist was about the size of a grass hut, drifting slowly in the blue sea, quietly, producing an extremely strange feeling.

The blazing sunlight can't penetrate the fog, and the light is reflected, making this white fog bright and dazzling, not like fog, but more like a cloud.

Fortunately, the boatmen walking in the ocean are accustomed to all kinds of strange light. Even if they see the bright cloud, they will not pay attention, nor will they go to see it.

The spring is getting deeper, the overcast clouds are becoming more and more common, the summer storms are slowly brewing, the time the sun is appearing is getting shorter and shorter, and the white cloud is becoming more and more unremarkable.

One day, a big boat from Penglai Island passed through the real thick fog, and suddenly saw the cloud in front of it, causing several whispers.

The cloud is very soft, and it will not cause any harm whether in the sky or at sea.

The big ship naturally did not slow down or change direction, and drove towards the white cloud.

People came to the deck, wanting to see the picture of the cloud after it was smashed by the bow.

quietly.

The ship shattered the cloud, and then moved on.

quietly.

All the people on the ship were dead.

They closed their eyes, some people were still holding the rope, and some were still holding tea.

The white cloud continued to drift northward, not knowing how long it floated, and finally came to the land.

It was an early morning, and it was just dawning, and the small fishing village by the sea was shrouded in a sudden mist.

Chaoyang jumped out of the sea, illuminating the sky, but could not disperse the fog in the village, and could only helplessly wait for the fog to slowly move northward.

Finally, some cottages left the range of clouds and fog, revealing the original appearance, but they were silent and no one woke up.

A cough suddenly came from somewhere on the beach.

A young girl is struggling to get up, her bare legs outside the skirt are covered with sand, and silver bells all over her clothes make noises from time to time.

Her name was Nanzheng, and she was once a very powerful assassin of Bulao Lin.

The night that Yuntai fell, she escaped, but her magic weapon was taken away by the winter.

What made her feel even more desperate was that Aoyama was still so terrible.

Not to mention revenge, it was extremely difficult to see the Qing Rongfeng master.

Feeling discouraged, she returned to the South to remain anonymous until today.

The whole fishing village was dead, except for her.

Looking at the dead bodies of the villagers who had died in front of their homes and on the beach, feeling the silence and the thunderous waves around them, Nan Zheng's face became very pale, looking at the cloud and daring not to make any sound.

An extremely old voice came from the fog: "Are you a Southerner?"

Nan Zheng's voice trembled slightly: "Yes ..."

The old voice said: "Since it is a Southerner, it makes sense for me not to kill you."

Nan Zheng asked with fear: "Which senior in the family are you?"

The old voice said, "I am your ancestor."

The clouds gradually spread out, revealing an old man.

The old man was very thin and shrivelled, and looked like a dead body, with unpredictable eyes as thick as fog, from time to time a few props appeared like a murderous intent.

He said that he was the ancestor of Nanzheng. He was not cursing people, but stating the facts.

Many people have always thought he was a prince in a small country in the South China Sea. In fact, the southern barbarian are also his descendants.

His name is Nan Trend, and it is known as the Kirishima Patriarch.

He also has a more famous identity, that is, the first sword slayer in Chaotian Continent.

He is the biggest enemy of Qingshan Sect and the most powerful opponent of Qingshan Sect.

The real person of Guangyuan died under his hands, and the real person of Shen Zhou was eager to break through the situation, and finally disappeared in the clouds of the mountains.The former is the ancestor of Taiping and Jingyang, and the latter is their master. From this, we can imagine how terrible this Kirishima ancestor is.

If we say the realm, as early as 800 years ago, he was already the peak of Tongtian Realm, a real first-class sword fairy.

Nanzheng knelt on the beach, daring not to raise his head, not to speak.

She thought in shock, because of the Qingshan sword formation, Kirishima was locked for many years, how could the ancestor leave and appear on the land?

Nan Tzu knew what she was thinking, without explanation.

He has been hiding in Kirishima for hundreds of years, soaring hopelessly, Shou Yuan will be exhausted, and at most there will be decades to live.

Before withering, he must finish that thing.

whats the matter?

Of course it is-extinguish the mountain.

"The clouds will eventually spread out."

The ancestor of Kirishima looked up at the dim Chaoyang outside his eyes, and said expressionlessly: "Find me something yin."

The heaviest thing in the world is of course the coffin.

Nanzheng has lived in this village for several years and is familiar with every family. He carried a black coffin in the courtyard outside Yantian.

This coffin is made of nanmu and has been kept in a backlit house for more than 20 years.

Nan Zheng sent the black coffin into the fog, his face pale, fearing that his ancestors would be dissatisfied.

There was no sound in the fog, but it slowly flowed.

It didn't take long for the mist to get into the black coffin.

The fishing village became clear again.

Several yellow runes fell from the air, just sealed on the coffin, to ensure that no breath escaped.

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There is a gate outside the peaks of the Qingshan Mountains. The word Nansong Pavilion is written on the gate. This is the Nanshan Gate.

There is a wooden table under the mountain gate, there are pen, ink and paper inkstones on the table, and a man in a gray sword robe is sleeping on the table.

Listening to the footsteps, the man raised his head. It was the Ming Guoxing who met Jing Jiu and Liu Shisui when they entered Qingshan.

Over the past few decades, this Qingshan disciple, who has never broken through the border, has become slightly old.

He looked at the man who had walked to the mountain gate and couldn't help rubbing his eyes.

The man's face is ordinary, his body is ordinary, and his breath is ordinary, no matter how he looks, he is an ordinary person.

The question is, how can an ordinary person find the gate of Qingshan Sect?

Ming Guoxing was a little vigilant, thinking that he could not make the mistakes of the year, and recognized such characters as Uncle Jing Jiu as waste, and got up quickly.

"Dare to ask your Excellency?"

The ordinary man smiled and said, "I am a letter."

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Believe in people, this is the usual method of Lao Lin.

Before and after the assassination of Zhao Layue that year, Bu Lao Lin had sent such a letter.

Later, the real person sent a letter to Canglong, telling him that a ghost had arrived in the demon prison.

What's in this letter today?

Ming Guoxing naturally dared not dismantle it, nor did he dare to specialize himself, and quickly reported to the inner door.

It didn't take long for Elder Mo to personally rush to Nanshan Gate and take the letter to Tianguang Peak.

The beautiful sunshine and the blue sky landed on the slightly undulating cloud sea in front of Tianguang Peak at the same time, much like the sea in the south.

Liu Ci looked at the ordinary person and said, "Content?"

The man was indeed a mortal, but he did not have any fear when facing a big man like the head of Castle Peak, and said, "The old fairy himself thinks so."

Liu Ci looked into his eyes.

Tianguang Peak is very quiet.

The shadow cast by the scabbard on the stele slowly changed its length.

Not knowing how long it had passed, Liu Ci said, "Okay."

The man walked towards the cliff.

Liu Ci said: "You don't have to die."

The man said, "Thank you the old fairy for his mercy, but not death."

Since it is a letter, it cannot be left after it has been opened, otherwise it will be found secret.

The man walked to the edge of the cliff and jumped calmly into the sea of ​​clouds.

There was no screaming and no exclamation.

After a long time, there was a slight impact sound under the cliff.

Liu Ci walked to the cliff and looked at the West Sea thousands of miles away, silent.