The Path Toward Heaven

If, as Jing Jiu judged, Nan Tzu in the coffin would not wake up, then he was just a corpse, but if he woke up, it would be a half immortal under the sword.How to choose seems to be a very simple matter.

Nan Wang turned and walked into the mountains. The white cat's speed was faster than her. It turned into a white shadow, disappeared in an instant, and there was no sound.

Jing Jiu didn't care, this was his suggestion, and he had no confidence that the corpse in the coffin would never wake up.

The sunrise is getting higher, the sky is getting bluer, and the mountains are getting clearer.

The barren mountain is not far from the sea, but there is not much rain, and there are few life types. It is even worse than the cold mountain.

Lengshan looked desolate. In fact, the ground has extremely rich fire veins and dark rivers. I don't know how many wild animals and monsters survive.

However, it may be because of the monotonous reason that the autumn colors here are more beautiful and more intense. The golden leaves and the red leaves are neatly arranged according to the height, just like the ribbon painted by the brush.

Jing Jiu retracted his gaze and looked at his right hand.

In Xihai, Jianxi came to cut his body in half with a sword at a distance of tens of miles, and then a random sword made Ada pay the price of his injury.

These years, he is at the pinnacle, and indeed deserves the title of sword god, unlike the past few years that Cao Yuan has been somewhat dull.

Nan Tze is his master, and his real power is unfathomable.

But none of these should be a problem.

Liu Ci is a real person in charge of Qingshan Sect.

He is the strongest in Qingshan.

That must be the strongest person in the continent.

No matter whether it is Jianxi coming or southward, it should not be the opponent of Liu Ci.

The problem is that Liu Ci has no sword.

In that year, Jingyang lived soaring, and he forced Jianxi back to Xihai without killing each other. That year, in the battle of Yuntai, he and Jianxi came to a sword. There is no sword.

If Nanju fought with swords and ghosts, would Liu Ci without a sword be able to cope with it?

Of course, Jing Jiu is the most suitable person. He knows that Liu Ci hopes so, but he doesn't want to accept it.

That bad hunch seems to be constantly warning him that if Liu Ci's request is accepted, there will be problems and he will regret it.

Weeds move without wind.

Nan Wang came back carrying the white cat's neck and asked him: "According to your calculation, how likely is he to wake up?"

Jing Jiu reached out and took the white cat, counted it again, and said, "Not more than 10%."

The white cat gave a soft meow, very wronged.

Of course Jing Jiu knew that Nan Wang had no way to catch it back. He wanted to come back, or he was embarrassed to leave.

The incident of Guocheng Temple brought a lot of troubles to it, such as Zhao Layue no longer holding it, such as changes in the attitudes of Gu Qing and Yuan Qu, and the lessons were profound.

As for why Nan Wang came back ... Jing Jiu discovered that her temples were a little damp, and guessed that she had taken a bath in the stream.

Nan Wang likes to sing folk songs after drinking and drinking. When it is inconvenient to sing folk songs, he likes to play in the water. When he looks at the streams and lakes, he has to take off his clothes and jump in.

Many years ago, she liked to do this, making Liu Ci unable to do anything. She had to make the lake at the top of Bihu Peak a forbidden place for her.

"Ninety percent ... that's really high."

Nan Wang did indeed drink high, and took a hip flask and took a big gulp, saying, "It should be fine."

Jing Jiu said, "It's okay with me."

Nan Wang turned his head and opened his bright and big eyes to see him not speaking.

This is Jing Jiu's third fear.

He turned his head away from her sight and looked at the broken temple more than ten miles away.

"Who the hell are you?" Nan Wang asked.

Jing Jiu knew that she couldn't guess her true identity, just like when the winter began.

It's the same thing.

He did not answer this question and said, "I still advise you to leave."

Nan Wang said, "Do you remember the carriage in Daozhou City?"

In midsummer, they searched for clues about Nan Tie's hiding place. The carriage rushed directly to the lake, bringing the latest news.The doctor did not hide his identity because the lake was a forbidden area of ​​the Dongshan School, and no one could come close.

The Dongshan faction is a local school supported by the Cheng family, and the Cheng family is an obscure foreigner in Shiyuefeng.

There are many similar situations, especially in Tiannan.There are at least dozens of businesses like Baoshuju, and there are six or seven large families like Gu family.The Nanman tribe relied solely on Nanwang to support it in order to live a relatively peaceful life in this sultry mountain. The imperial court never thought of levying taxes or servicing.

She is a drunkard in Jing Jiu's eyes, but a true god in the Nanman tribe.

If Castle Peak falls, these will cease to exist, and these ordinary people may die.

This is the reason.

So Nan Wang can't leave, the white cat won't leave, Jing Jiu is even more so.

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The sword light illuminates the sky of the green mountain, bringing ominous blood and fighting signals.

The blood line fell from the sky light peak to the end of the god's peak, and changed back to the look of the Firth sword in Zhao Layue's hand.

She inserted the Firth sword into the ground and turned hard, opening the prohibition of Shenmofeng, and then walked out of the cliff.

A small sword boat stopped on the sea of ​​clouds outside the cliff, and several disciples of Shiyuefeng bowed to meet.

Yuan Qu had already been prepared for a long time, and followed Ping Yongjia, and the voices of apes and monkeys sent off under the cliff.

This sword boat is indeed very small and can only accommodate dozens of people, but it is extremely luxurious.

Ping Yongjia looked at the broken gang of swords at the bow of the boat and said in surprise, "How much spar will it take to go back and forth to the West Sea?"

Yuan Qu said: "What does this have to do with us?"

Ping Yongjia still felt too wasteful and said, "It's enough for me, a disciple with a poor level of skill to sit in a sword boat. Why don't the commanders control the sword? That's faster."

Yuan Qu thought you were also a disciple selected by Uncle Jing Shi, how could you be such an idiot?

"I'll ask you, is it comfortable to ride a sword or ride a sword boat?"

Ping Yong Jia Li of course said: "Of course the latter."

Yuan Qu said angrily: "Then are you going to let the teachers work hard to control the sword and sleep in the boat yourself?"

The elders and disciples of the other peaks are also boarding the boat, but the number of people in those peaks is much larger than that of the end of the gods, and the sword boat is naturally much larger.

The cold mist spread over Shangde Peak, the sword boat looming in the meantime.

Yuan Qi was the first to board the boat, and elders such as Chi Yan and Duan Liantian were arranging their positions.

Sister Yushan was very well protected. She was located closest to Master Jianlu. She was surrounded by brothers everywhere. I believe that even if the Jianzhou was destroyed, she would not have an accident.

The water at the peak of Bihu is turbulent, and numerous snow waves are produced.

Cheng Youtian took dozens of sword repairs to board the boat. Today, I learned that the original lake water tasted a bit salty.

The disciples of Liang Wangfeng also boarded the boat, the sword lights flashed, and their coats fluttered.

Just after the Nanshan and others returned from the snowfield less than a hundred days, they had to step on the battlefield again.

The disciples of Shiyuefeng also boarded the boat under the leadership of Guangyuan.

There was a clear voice on the foggy stone beam all year round.

A dark shadow rose through the fog, but it did not fall on the sword boat of Shiyuefeng, but on the sword boat of Shangdefeng.

The disciples on Shang Defeng were taken aback when they looked at the common-looking golden pheasant with strange tails, and then they guessed its identity and bowed quickly.

Sister Yushan opened her eyes wide, thinking that Yinfeng was so beautiful.

Chi Yan and Duan Liantian were thinking that even the guarding master had left Qingshan. It seems that this time the master is really going to destroy Xihai.

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"Primary four, you will take care of your family in Qingshan."

Liu Ci spoke to Xi Laifeng without looking at Fang Jingtian again.

He is very clear about what Fang Jingtian is thinking. Today, this little four is a reminder and a warning.

He went to the stone tablet, reached for the sword sheath, and said after a moment of silence: "Uncle Shi has not made a decision yet."

Yuan Gui slowly opened his eyes and glanced at him, thinking that this is not nonsense, who would like to put a rope around his neck?

He is not that stupid chicken, nor even a fool.

Liu Ci didn't say anything, his finger flicked.

There was a sword.

Sounded through the green mountains.

Seventeen sword boats slowly left their respective peaks and flew towards the sky.

The large array opened, the autumn rain fell slightly, the sword boat broke through the clouds, and flew towards the far west.

Everyone was dispatched, even those young girls in the Xijian Pavilion who had just started and hadn't had time to carry the sword.

Only the horses and monkeys on the slopes of Fang Jingtian and Shenmofeng, and the dogs and prisoners in the sword prison remain in Qingshan.

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Zhaoxiali.

Seventeen sword boats killed the West Sea.

How spectacular.

On the forefront and the largest sword boat.

Liu Ci stood at the head of the boat, his long beard fluttering in the wind, and his robe sleeves flew, like a fairy.

Dozens of sword books have been sent to all parts of Chaotian Continent—Faxi Sea.

Upright.

Zhengda is bright.

This is the style of Qingshan doing things.

Of course there is a reason.

Liu Ci has no sword.

If you do not sit in the sword boat, you will fly slower.

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(I originally wanted to write a chapter tomorrow and start the vacation, but it feels more beautiful here, so I decided to take a break tomorrow on New Year ’s Day tomorrow. This year ’s holiday is shorter than last year and longer than the previous year. At five, I will come back to meet you on time. I will chat with you in the WeChat public account tomorrow, and I will not be long-winded here. I wish you all good health and a happy new year here. I really love you. Although I ca n’t specifically know who you are, but thank you all for the past year. In the coming year, we are all well and continue to live happily.)