The Path Toward Heaven

Jing Jiu understands the loss of Yuanqi whale, just like everyone else.

If it was before, he would definitely ignore it, but this time looking at the simple means of Yuanqi whale Jingtian, he decided to comfort him.

"You are also stronger." He said to Yuanqi Whale.

This is a very high praise. Yuan Qi whale was seriously injured by Nan Tzu's attack this time, without any frustration.

It is very difficult for a big thing in Tongtian Realm to take a step forward.

"When an old disease is dying, it is easy to look down on some things, and naturally it is stronger."

Yuan Qijing said: "According to the mortals, this is back to the light?"

Jing Jiu said: "Speak less badly."

Yuan Qijing wanted to ask him why he had left the customs in advance since he had more than a year, and then he shut up at his request.

Jing Jiu said, "Who will go to the Qingxin Conference?"

According to Thurse ’s statement that year, the Qingling Sect ’s innocent meeting should be on this day.

The birthday of the old grand prince is not important, and those high-end bells at the Qingxin Conference are not important. What really matters is who will decide the Xuanlingzong in the future.

The current suzerain lord is Suther's mother and daughter-in-law of the old lady. The open fight between the two parties has been going on for several years.

The power of the Laotaijun is much greater. The current Sect Master relies on the Qingshan Sect to support it to the present.

The intention of this cleansing meeting was obvious. The old lady looked at the time, and wanted to solve the problem completely.

Yuan Qijing said: "Why don't you admire Shi Yuefeng?"

Jing Jiun gave a question and expressed doubt.

Yuan Qi whale glanced at him and said, "That's when you participated in the Cheng Jian Conference, the elder He."

Jing Jiu thought for a while, that Xiao He was in the beginning of breaking the sea, and said, "Be lower."

Why not admire only the ordinary elders of Shi Yuefeng, representing Qingshan to participate in the Qingxin Conference, both in terms of realm and status qualifications are lower.

Yuan Qijing said: "All are closed."

In the past, it was Nan Wang who often appeared on behalf of Aoyama Sect. Whether it was the May Meeting or the Asking Meeting, because she was so lively and she was not diligent in practice.

Now even she is retreating, Qingshan can't find a suitable object.

The whole spiritual circle is waiting for the spring rain. The Qingshan Sect must have no psychological understanding of things outside the mountain. It is indeed a good time for many people.

But when the old lady decided to convene the Qingxin Conference, what happened in Xihai hadn't happened yet. What does that mean?

Jing Jiu said: "She has an agreement with Yunmeng Mountain."

Zhongzhou sent Fengshan to have another year, but the old lady was about to die and could not wait any longer.

Yuan Qijing said with a blank expression: "Or will you go?"

Jing Jiu said, "Okay."

Yuan Qi whale stunned.

Jing Jiu continued: "I'll go by myself, don't tell anyone."

After saying this, he walked outside the cave.

Yuan Qijing woke up and asked, "Where are you going?"

Jing Jiu said: "Look at other peaks."

Yuan Qijing didn't say anything. Watching his figure disappear into the clouds and fog, he was relieved to think that he changed a lot after all.

In fact, he had higher expectations for this uncle than anyone else.

Practitioners all said that he did n’t like this uncle, because it was too lazy to care about anything.Help Qingshan do something, where will it affect the practice?

Just like you are still so lazy now, but you are willing to do something at all, has it delayed your practice?

Thinking of the word practice speed, he finally couldn't help but snorted, thinking it was really unreasonable.

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Jing Jiu went to Yunxingfeng.

Jianfeng is still so cold as before, except for the Iron Eagle, he can't see any life.

He noticed that there were more than ten flying swords between the peaks, and some fragments, which should be the flying swords of the disciples who died in the Xihai campaign.

Then he went to Shiyue Peak, went to Yaoyuan and Danfang.

He was not very good at these things. Seeing that the herbs did not lack water, grew like Chinese cabbage, and the alchemy stove did not turn off, he thought everything was fine.

He did not go to Xilaifeng, he had read all the classics, and he would not fly away by himself. Those personnel records were not important.

He didn't go to Liangwang Peak either. The good things there had already been moved to Shenmofeng by now, and now only the blood and sweat of those young disciples were left, what to do?

Yes, he is inspecting the green hill, just like a lion patrolling his territory.

He has done similar things once in the past few years, confirming that Qingshan is his own.

It's just that he didn't look at it so carefully and didn't care about these details.

When Brother Shi and Liu Ci were in charge, they naturally handled these things properly. He only needed to practice, and he didn't care about anything else.

There are so many things in this life, and some hard work.

Jing Jiu thought so, and landed on the shore of the peak of Bihu.

Holding that bamboo card, the restricted formation at the top of Bihu Peak was naturally ineffective for him, and no one could see him.

The breeze was slow, he walked across the lake, floating in white, a few hundred feet in one step, like a fairy.

There is a silver beach on the opposite bank, and in front of it is a palace with a faintly cold atmosphere.

Jing Jiu walked to the palace.

There are no footprints or water stains on the beach.

Hundreds of wild cats watched him anxiously in the trees and in the grass.

I don't know if he was confirmed, or if he smelled the cat smell on him. Several bold wild cats ran out and approached him carefully.

Depending on the situation, these wild cats want to rub his feet, showing obedience and intimacy, and at the same time get some fairy air.

Jing Jiu said, "No."

The wild cats didn't dare to move forward, lie on the ground, or lie on their sides, or bare their belly, and act in various ways.

Jing Jiu walked into the palace, without looking at the porcelain bottles on the shelf, and walked directly to the depths of Qingshizhen.

The bluestone array produced an induction and turned. A stone platform grew up from the ground, and several porcelain plates were placed on it. Several pieces of burnt black wood in the porcelain plate.

This is the treasure of Qingshan-Thunder Soul Wood.

Looking at the five mature Thunder Souls, Jing Jiu remained silent for a long time.

Even if the first son sword doesn't work, why don't you be so persistent?

He did not think about problems for his brother, but he remembered the dialogue with Liu Ci.

Jing Jiu picked up a new Thunder Soul Wood.

This thunder soul wood was brought back by the treasure ship of Penglai God Island more than 100 years ago, and it is still more than three hundred years from maturity.

What is he going to do?

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The peak of Bihu is facing somewhere in the green mountain array.

Suddenly, an eye opened.

The wind in the midsummer blew in, getting more and more sick, with raindrops falling, and then faintly heard the thunder.

At this time, the outside world is under a thunderstorm.

Jing Jiu stood in the hall, closed his eyes, held the new Thunder Soul Tree, and began to call for thunder.

Countless thunders sounded high in the sky.

Click!

A flash of lightning emerged from those gloomy and terrifying clouds, accurately hitting the palace on the peak of Bihu.

Immediately afterwards, more and more lightning fell down, slammed into the temple, and fell on Jing Jiu!

The most important stage in Qingshan Kendo is to wash the sword with the pure world energy in the thunderstorm.

He is also washing the sword.

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There are countless energies in the thunderstorm, and lightning tears the space, making the world's vitality a bit chaotic.

In such an environment, no one can find out what happened on the top of Bihu Peak, only Yuanqi Whale looking at Shangdefeng.

Just like Jing Jiu first came to Bihu Peak to find the white ghost that year, Yuan Qijing and Liu Ci looked at him like this.

If the white ghost really wants to kill him, they will naturally shoot.

The thunderstorm continued, and countless lightnings illuminated the peaks.

There was a gust of wind at the peak of Bihu, and the lake water was lifted by giant waves one by one, photographing towards the silver beach.

Some lightning fell in the lake, blasting the lake water out of a hole, and was swallowed by the lake water only a moment later.

At this time, Bihu looked like a violent ocean, and it was broken everywhere.

I don't know how long it took, the lightning finally stopped, and the rain gradually stopped.

Jing Jiu came out, the white clothes were rotten and hung on the body, the missing earlobe was a bit black, and he was surrounded by blue electric light, making a crackling sound.

At this time, he looked very embarrassed, but terrible, and his body seemed to contain extremely terrifying energy.

The wild cats did not dare to approach the palace, hiding under the leaves, their bodies were wet from the rain, and their hairs were pulled, as if he was embarrassed.

But they saw no sympathy in his eyes, only awe.

Jing Jiu walked into the lake and took a real bath after many years.

The broken and white clothes walked with the lake water, and the excess and harmful thunderstorm energy gradually dissipated.

As the sea-like lake gradually broke, he came out of it, took out the white clothes he had prepared, and put them on.

Zhao Layue and Zhuo Rusui are in retreat, trying to break through the border and enter the wild.

He also broke.

Breaking the sea.

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