The Path Toward Heaven

Jing Jiu handed Qingtianjian to Gu Qing and said, "Sent to Sanqian Temple outside Dayuan City."

After he deceived Xue Ji into Jian prison, Qing'er never came out again.

When he wanted to come, she should have no interest in chatting with Gu Qing.

This apprentice is sometimes even less interesting than him.

Gu Qing took Qingtianjian and felt so heavy.

He felt that way when he took over the book of Chengtian Jianpu from Jing Jiu.

When he was arranged by Jing Jiu to become King Jingyao's teacher, he also felt this weight on his shoulders.

This feeling was most intense when Jing Jiu prepared him to be the head of Castle Peak.

This is a magic weapon of heaven order. Teacher, do you trust me that much?Or is this another test for disciples?

Jing Jiu ignored what Gu Qing was thinking and looked at the crowd and said, "Let's go."

This is a very common discourse, but the people at Shenmofeng know him very well and know that this is a very serious farewell for him.

Zhao Layue came to him, hugged him, and stayed for a while before leaving.

Does Ping Yongjia think this is the number of ceremonies at the end of God's Peak?Do you have to hug yourself?

Thinking like this, he unconsciously opened his arms, but his movements were stiff.

It wasn't until Yuan Qu took a heavy shot of the back of the head that he woke up and hurriedly followed the two seniors to the ground.

Jing Jiu finally said to Gu Qing: "I will use the sword again."

He hesitated when making this decision.

Gu Qing was surprised, thinking that if you want to use it, why do you ask me, and why do you hesitate so much?

You are not such a person, what happened?

The cosmic front appeared, and the end of the gods was more solitary.

Jing Jiu rose with his sword, turned into a cold light, and flew towards the sky.

The Qingshan Great Array naturally opens the channel, the sea of ​​clouds creates waves, and the sword light fades away.

Zhao Layue took Gu Qing and Yuan Qu to the cave. Ping Yongjia was standing on the edge of the cliff and waving at the sky. His face was full of reluctance and his heart was full of anxiety.It has been a year since he came to the end of the God's Peak, but he only met with Master twice and he spoke no more than five sentences. If this continues, what should Master do if he forgets that he has such an apprentice?

"You may have to go far when you are ready." Zhao Layue said to Yuan Qu.

Gu Qing is going back to Chaoge City and will not be involved in this matter. Naturally these matters can only be handled by Yuan Qu.

Yuanqu was a little nervous and asked, "When is it about?"

Zhao Layue thought that it would depend on when Jing Jiu could find that one.

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Except for Zhao Layue, few people knew why Jing Jiu would leave Qingshan alone, not to mention where he was going.

But just like those departures in previous years, the cosmic front did not fly directly thousands of miles away, but landed outside Yunji Town.

In this respect, Brother Si and Zhao Layue really had a great influence on him.

The restaurant that runs the hot pot is like a post to the people of Shenmofeng, or a meeting place for several years.

Jing Jiu pushed in the door and felt unhappy.

The smell in the box is very unpleasant, with the smell of wine and the smell of burning hot pot.

He took off the hat and made a ball of water and threw it into the hot pot.

I only heard a squeal, the temperature of the charred hot pot was lowered, but the taste was stronger.

Jing Jiu was startled, summoning the sword fire that had been practiced in the snow field for six years, and directly burned the hot pot and everything in it into green smoke.

The window was pushed open, and the wind poured in with the vocals, quickly diluting the smell.

Nan Wang was already drunk, blown by the wind, and even more unbearable. He didn't even think of who Jing Jiu was, and said with carelessness: "People still have to drink, how can you make the dishes disappear? Hurry and change me back."

There are wine jars everywhere in the box, and there are exactly fifteen.

She didn't use Zhenyuan to dispel alcohol, she could drink so much, and she could be regarded as a good drinker in the world, but it was obviously too much.

Jing Jiu's expression remained unchanged, but there were already several chills in the spiritual world.

What he was most afraid of Nan forgetting was drinking too much coquettishness, followed by singing small songs, once again not speaking and looking at himself with wide eyes, and again he was vomiting all over himself.

If it was not this time that finding someone needed Nan Wang, how could he agree with Liu Ci's arrangement to go with her.

"It's time to go," he said.

Nan Wang glanced at him, probably remembering who he was, and said drunkenly: "Why go, I just started drinking!"

Jing Jiu was somewhat helpless, condensed out the water mass again, and at the same time added some chills into it, becoming a mixture of water and ice, and directly hit her face.

Nan Wang exclaimed.

She was wet and the curves were more graceful.

His face was also wet, and his eyebrows were particularly attractive.

The drink was awake and his eyes were terrible.

Jing Jiu handed over a handkerchief in silence.

Nan Wang took it in silence, slowly wiped off the water on his face in silence, and finally reached out a few pieces of ice from the half-open collar.

Then she slowly raised her head and looked at Jing Jiu with a blank expression and asked, "Do you want to die?"

Hearing Qingshan's mantra, Jing Jiu was silent.

He knew that Nan Wang had a bad temper. If he changed to something else, he would definitely not do it, and he would only stay far away and wait for her to wake up.

But when Qingshan sword out of the West Sea depends on when they can find the south trend, the time is really a bit nervous.

At this time, he naturally would not answer the call. Since he couldn't beat the opponent, why should he take the pain?

Nan Wang will not think that he is clever and sensible because of his silence. He gets up and walks in front of him, reaching for his chin.

At this moment, a white shadow appeared lightning, striking her hand back.

Nan Wang's eyes were slightly cold, and he looked at Jing Jiu's sleeves.

She saw clearly, it was a cat's claw.

After a while, the white cat drilled out of Jing Jiu's sleeve and crawled along his arm to his shoulder. He was habitually preparing to continue to go up and lie on top of his head. Suddenly thinking that there were outsiders, that would make Jing Nine was a little embarrassed, so he crouched on his shoulder.

"It turns out there is a backer, no wonder the courage is so great." Nan Wang said staring at Jing Jiu's eyes.

Then she looked at White Cat with a blank expression and said, "Master Bai Gui is not enjoying the blessings in the mountains. What are you doing here?"

The white cat turned his head and didn't want to care about her.

You can hear it from the title, she is very angry now, otherwise she should call it Ada.

Nan Wang is breaking the sea, of course, it can't beat it. The problem is that women are a very troublesome thing. Beating women often causes a lot of other troubles.

Nan Wang has always been the most troublesome woman in the Qingshan Mountains. With the courage of the teacher and his brothers, he has the courage to be bold. When he was young, he dared to pull out his beard. She has such good conditions but refuses to hug it, she just likes to grab its neck, it is very uncomfortable ~

——It's still good for the twelfth lunar month.

The white cat, who had just left Shenmofeng, began to miss the warm embrace.

Then it remembered that Xiao Layue hadn't hugged herself for a long time, and couldn't help but feel bitter.

Jing Jiu explained: "Master Bai Gui is good at smelling."

The white cat was a little surprised, thinking what happened today, all shouting my nickname?

Jing Jiu didn't call it. The reasons for Ada and Nan Wang were different. They were not angry, but they didn't want Nan Wang to hear anything from the title.

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Gu's carriage has long been waiting under the restaurant.

Several years have passed, and the carriage has been renewed again, the design is more ingenious, and the craft is still so perfect.(It feels like you need to charge for the advertising costs of Gu Family Craft ...)

The chair that used to sit opposite has now been changed to a chair and a couch. It is obvious that Gu Jia thought Zhao Layue should travel with Jing Jiuyi.

Nan Wang supported his jaw and looked at the spring scene outside the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

She is as petite as a common Nanban girl, and her legs are naturally not too long, but she still occupies most of the position on the couch.

Without thinking, Jing Jiu sat directly on the floor with his eyes closed, meditating.

The white cat finally couldn't hold it back, quietly crawled on his head, then sighed comfortably and narrowed his eyes.

Nan Wang listened to the voice and turned around to see this scene. He couldn't help smiling, the spring was full of light.

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The carriage entered Nanhe State, and then went all the way west. Sometimes it was the official road, sometimes it was the mountain road, occasionally it stopped, and more often it was walking all the time.

Whenever the carriage stops, there will be sword light to illuminate the mountains or leave the pavilion, sending the latest news.

Near Zhuanghe, Nan Wang and Jing Jiu abandoned their carriages and started walking. Only very few times, such as when the cliff was too high and the river was too deep, they chose Yujian.

The latest news is still coming with those sword lights.

In the blink of an eye, it was mid-summer. A boat floated on the lake of Daozhou City. Nan Wang sat on the bow of the boat.

Jing Jiu sat on the other side of the boat, and stroked the cat's head with his right hand, wondering when this would end.

Those Jianguang and news appeared to be ordinary, but it was actually very difficult.

During the recent period, at least more than 7,000 things that just happened were sent to them at their fastest speed for their judgment.

This requires the full cooperation of the roller shutter people, and many sword repairers who have no more than Jingjing are responsible for being postmen, and they cannot alarm the Xihai side. Except for the Zhongzhou faction and the court, only the Qingtian Sect can do it.

Qingshanzong showed his details and used a lot of resources and disciples, but ... they still had no clue.

Nan Wang knew what his mission was, and he was under a lot of pressure, but he was getting more and more worried by pouring wine. Suddenly he looked at Jing Jiu's face illuminated by the lake and found a good way to understand pressure. He said: " Come, laugh one. "

Jing Jiu knew she was drunk and ignored her.

This wine is a sweet-scented osmanthus drink specially provided by Tianbaoshuju. The name is gentle, but it is the strongest and most fragrant wine in the world. How can it not be drunk when it is drunk like water in Nanwang?

Gu Qing once said to Zhao Layue, the owner of Baoshuju wanted a pill. He was also present at that time and listened.

Now, this immortality is naturally gone.

Nan forgot to see that he ignored himself, and came over from the side of the boat with a hip flask, shaking, seeming to fall into the lake at any time, but never.

Walking to Jing Jiu, she condescended and said, "It's quite arrogant, refuses to laugh, then dance?"

Nan Wang is a little girl from the family of Shang Defeng. He has been spoiled since childhood, and even Jingyang real people have no way to take her, and developed a spoiled temper. Now he has left Qingshan, no Yuanqi whale control, and no The younger generation looked at it, naturally more presumptuous.

Jing Jiu ignored her and reached out to grab the white cat, ready to throw it at her.

The white cat thought that there was no reason, how many years would his neck and this Nanban girl be guilty?

At this moment, a carriage suddenly came in the woods by the lake, and a begonia flower was carved on the carriage.

The car had not stopped yet, and a doctor rushed out of it, shouting with sweat, "I found it!"

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(Homophonic stalks, rustic rhymes, both of these problems were committed today, but they are really happy to write.)