The Path Toward Heaven

Lake Liming at night is quiet.

Only in the Xingxinglou, there are non-sounding swear words and almost cursing-like scoldings.

The disciples of Xuanlingzong were hiding far away, and they dared not listen, but they were already used to it.

After the death of the former patriarch, the old lady often scolded people in the building like this.

She always scolds her daughter-in-law.

"This is my home."

Suther stood on the edge of the cliff, listening to the filthy language there, and sighed.

He Zhan looked at her and said, "All will be well."

Thurse turned to look at him and said, "Thank you for coming."

He Zhan said: "I was too late when I heard the news."

Thurse smiled and said, "It's not too late to come."

He Zhan did not speak.

"In this case, I can't leave."

Thurse hugged him, leaned his face in his arms, and said softly, "Go back to Baicheng, I'll wait for you here."

He Zhan thought for a while, said well, and then took out a few sheets of paper from her sleeve and handed it to her.

Thinking of a possibility, his expression became a little more exciting, and said, "I am a girl ... I can't practice it?"

He Zhan said helplessly: "What do you think? This is the secret recipe for grilled fish."

Hearing this answer, Thur's eyes suddenly brightened, and he licked his mouth subconsciously.

He Zhan went on to say, "The secret recipe I wrote to Tong Yan last time forgot the two flavors. This is delicious."

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He Zhan and Tse Si thought that Tong Yan was retreating in Yunmeng Mountain.Many people think so.Few people know that Tong Yan has left Yunmeng Mountain, and even fewer people know that he is in Qingshan. As for knowing that he is hiding in Yinfeng, there are only three people and one dog.

The night breeze was not cold, Song Tao was in the ears, Jing Jiu swept northward in the mountains with the cat, and soon came to the plain in the middle of the mainland.

No one came from the Zhongzhou School until the end, showing that Yunmeng Fengshan is true. It seems that before the spring rain falls, the practice circle will still be as calm as it is now.

If the old lady does not survive this year, she will definitely not choose to shoot now.

"Since you said she was afraid of everything, why did she choose to give up after doing so many things?"

This is something that Ada can't even understand. In exchange for it being an old lady, he is going to die anyway. There must be a lot of trouble, and then he will leave happily.

Jing Jiu summoned the cosmic front to sit down and flew a few feet above the ground. The field under the starlight was below, as if it was within reach.

"After the elders died, she couldn't control the whole situation. If she wanted to suppress it, she would smash the entire Xuanling Zong."

Jing Jiu looked at the blue wheat at his feet, and some did not understand why it had already reached midsummer and why it had not changed color.

When he was a kid, he read a lot of poems and songs related to Daohua and Fengnian, but the common sense related to grains was completely absent.

Ada didn't understand what he said, and said, "If you break it, you will blow it, otherwise you will leave it to your most hated daughter-in-law?"

Jing Jiu reached out and picked a straw in front of her eyes, and said, "She feels that she is from the German family, and Xuanlingzong is from the German family.

"The old lady is worried that she will be like herself after marrying, so she doesn't want to give Xuanling Zong to her? It's stupid."

A Da lay on top of Jing Jiu's head, stretched out his right claw and pulled the straw in his hand, thinking that in the end everything was dead.

Summer flowers will turn into autumn leaves, green seedlings will turn into rot grass, mother wants to marry, and the sky will rain, so why bother so much?

But since Xuanlingzong is destined to become someone else's house, why doesn't the old lady just ruin it?

Jing Jiu said: "She should have thought that it is the best thing for Tse and He Zhan to become buddies."

Ada doesn't understand what's so good about it.

Jing Jiu said: "The monk has many illegitimate children."

A Day meowed, thinking that it was particularly much.

Jing Jiu said, "How many monk's illegitimate children have you followed the father's surname?"

Ada meowed again, thinking that if the monk had no surname, why did he follow it?

"So the sons of Tse and He Zhan will have a surname of virtue in the future."

Jing Jiu said: "She wants to understand this truth, what else is fighting for?"

A Daxin thought that after the Chens remarried, what would they do if they gave seven or eighty or ninety brothers?

Jing Jiu said: "We know you, and this time we have proved that Qingshan will guarantee that you will be the master. What else can Jing Shu worry about?"

The morning light gradually appeared far away in the wilderness.

The cosmic front flew upward and came to the top of the clouds. The speed was still not very fast, and it felt more like a normal person walking.

Two days later, Jing Jiu came to a town and went to a medical hall to confirm the last news of Xuan Lingzong.

The Chen family regained power, and the old lady recuperated in the Xingxinglou because of physical discomfort.

She thought she would never leave Xiaolou again. Although she is not dead yet, she is considered dead.

A Dawang Xiang Jingjiu tried to see some emotions and recollections on his face, but found that he could not see anything.

Jing Jiu said: "Death is the worst, and the second worst is old."

A Da thought of the wrinkled, rickety old lady, and after a moment of silence, he gave a soft meow.

Yeah, no one wants to die or old, but even I am old, how can these poor humans escape?

He looked at his face on the water, feeling a little sad, thinking that even his beard was white.

Jing Jiu said: "Your beard is white."

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This is a wilderness.

Several rivers flow slowly and quietly in between, sometimes meeting and sometimes separating, just like those things in life.

There are many private houses scattered in the fields, and the villages in midsummer are full of cicadas, but they are more quiet.

Jing Jiu was standing under the tree, looking at some distance, and suddenly said, "He shouldn't be here."

Hearing this sentence, Ada ’s spirit finally relaxed, and he turned a few hundred circles around his leg, carrying some green leaf debris, and seemed extremely happy.

After a few breaths, it ran a little tired, and lay down on the ground, with his feet on the sky, showing his belly.

Jing Jiu thought about it, took out the chilling, and threw it beside him.

Cicada was watching the stars over there, and suddenly found that she had returned to Chaotian Continent, not knowing what was happening, and was a bit dazed. Until she saw the appearance of Lord Bai Gui, she realized what Jing Jiu had to do by herself, and quickly turned over. VI Limb up to the sky, also exposed belly.

Jing Jiu looked at his first son sword in his arms.

In the Guocheng Temple a few years ago, Liu Shisui gave him several letters, and he also returned several letters. The other party talked about Buddhism in the letter, and he talked about reincarnation.

Those things seem to have nothing to do with spiritual practice, but he believes that with the other party's spiritual talent and wisdom, he will definitely be able to see what he really wants to say between the lines.

After reading the letter, the other party was touched before deciding to go to Xihai to get the first sword.

Yes, at that time, he already knew that Senior Brother was in Guocheng Temple.

Now the first son of the sword is in his hands. If Brother really wants to turn to the sword student, he must come to himself.

He went to Xuanlingzong to promise to kill him, but also hoped to lure his brother out.

Liu Ci would let Brother Brother a horse, but he must die Brother Brother.

For the same reason, the most hated brother is him, as long as there is a chance, he will find a way to kill himself, not to mention that there are now first child swords.

He stayed in Xuanlingzong for a few days, and left for a few more days. Bu Lao Lin should have been able to find himself, and Brother should have come no matter how far away, but ... did not come.

If there is no first child sword, how are you going to solve your problem?

Jing Jiu collected the first son's sword, and the cat and the cicada again, and lightly touched Tian Long with his toes, and reached a hundred feet away.

After more than ten breaths, he passed through several quiet rivers, scattered villages, unknown trees and still blue wheat fields, and saw the big city in the distance.

There is a hill more than ten miles behind, with dense woods and annoying weeds.

In the bright summer season, it doesn't feel hot here, but rather a bit cold. Dew grows on the leaves, and the grass is even covered with a shallow layer of frost.

Yuan Qi whale with his hands on his back, watched Jing Jiu walked into Chaoge City, confirmed that Master would not appear, and turned away with regret.

The snow fell.

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There is a very unusual town in the northwest of Chaotian mainland. Because it is closer to the snowfield, the climate is like spring in midsummer.

A carriage was about to leave the city, and was stopped by the cultists of the wind knife.

Lengshan is not far from the city. In the past two years, the Fengdao Religion cooperated with the Qing Dynasty to fight evil demon, and various searches have become more stringent.

The Wind Swordsmen did not detect any problems, lifted the curtain, and there was a smell of medicine.

There was a small stove in the car, which was cooked with black medicine, and it looked very bitter.

A young son was lying on the soft couch, his eyebrows were beautiful, but his face was pale, and he looked weak, but his smile was still so sweet.

An old man with red nose and half baldness is serving him, looking at the old servant at home.

Seeing the patients who wanted to go to Baicheng to worship Buddha more than once, the wind-knife believed that it was a pity that he put down the curtain and waved to pass.

Accompanied by coughing, the carriage crossed the city gate and moved towards the wasteland.

This is a remote place far away from the prosperous area of ​​the Central Plains. The Jing Dynasty is still under effective management. The official roads on the wilderness outside the city are paved with bluestones. After more than a hundred years, it is still solid. s help.

The wheels rolled against the hard bluestone slabs, making a rattling sound, the car kept shaking, and the coughing inside didn't stop.

Xuanyin Patriarch looked at the pale Yin San, his eyes full of worry, and some other complex emotions.

He now finally gains some trust from real people, but for people like them, the word trust doesn't make much sense. What's more troublesome is that real people seem to have no choice.If the real person did not tell him the way to avoid the Qingshan sword formation on the day of his death, what would he do?and so……

He said sincerely: "You want longevity, real man!"

Hearing this sentence, Yin San couldn't help laughing, and couldn't help coughing violently.

With a cough, the body under his clothes protruded from time to time, and then gradually flattened, looking extremely strange.

This is not like a real body, but more like a pile of wood in disrepair.

Yinsan pushed open the window, looked at the wasteland outside, coughed and said, "Still drink the bar."

The fresh air on the wasteland was poured into the car, and the strong smell of medicine was quickly blown away, but there was always a smell that could not be dissipated.

It was a decay of trees.

The ancestor took the medicine pot off the stove, put on a hip flask, put his palm on it, and counted the interest to warm the wine to the most suitable level.

For such delicate tasks as warm wine for real people, his ancestor of the Xuanyin Sect is of course more precise than the fire control.

The taste of the wine in the hip flask exudes a very strong star anise, big taste.

Patriarch smoked a red nose, thinking that the taste of this wine is not too much, how it looks like the soup of stewed bladder.

The wine is also very strange, very dark green, gently swaying in the glass, slowly rising and falling on the wall of the glass, like oil.

The ancestor took the wine glass with both hands and sent it to Yin San.

Yin San took the wine glass and leaned to his mouth, drinking it slowly but without interruption, squinting and said, "Good wine."

Magically speaking, after drinking this glass of wine, his cough was actually much better.

Looking at the ancestor's curious expression, Yin San smiled and said, "You have a try too, it's good."

The ancestor thought about it, poured himself a cup, drank it over his body, and then snapped his mouth.

No matter how strong the wine is, it ’s impossible to hurt him, but the stimulus is still there. Especially, this wine is like oil, it vaporizes so fast, it is actually like a fire that turns into water, giving a kind of inside The warmth outside is really good. He wondered why real people like it so much.

"This is the strongest wine in the world, and it is generally used to drink it. Basically, no one dares to drink purely, worrying about hurting the throat and stomach, but we can drink it easily."

Yin San took another drink and said, "Feel its beauty, but don't fear its harm. This is the benefit of practitioners."

Ancestor Xuanyin also accompanied a glass and put down the glass.

Although this green strange wine is good, the practitioners who can practice to his level have very strong self-control ability, saying that they can be put down.

There are really few people like Taiping.

"If the first son sword was sent to the Chaoge City Palace, it would be even harder to grab."

The ancestor asked: "Why don't we do it?"

After Yin San drank the wine, his face was no longer pale, and two lovely blushes appeared, saying, "Yuan Qi whale is rigid and not flexible enough, but one board at a time, rarely makes mistakes, this is the biggest difference between him and Liu Ci Don't want to take risks. "

The carriage left Qingshipu's official road and slanted into the desolate wilderness.

A few days later, accompanied by a somewhat desolate flute, the carriage came to the depths of Lengshan.

There is an extremely deep fissure on the surface of the field, and the lava that has spewed out has cooled after two years, condensing into various strange shapes.

This is the trace left by Liu Ci's sword between heaven and earth. Presumably for hundreds of years, it should become the most famous scenery in Chaotian mainland.

Xuanyin's ancestor thought that if it was he who cut the sword, he would definitely die.

His eyes looked more than a hundred miles away from the crack, and fell into the ruined Lieyangxia, and remained silent for a long time.

Everything has been scattered, and there will be no Xuanyin Sect in the world.

Yinsan looked at the picture outside the window, put the bone flute into his sleeve, and said, "As long as he lives, Zongshan will be there."

I don't know if this sentence is to comfort the ancestor, or to himself.

The ancestor thought of Su Ziye, who was gathering the disciples of the Xuanyin Sect, and the silent Zhongzhou faction of Fengshan. Without speaking, he helped Yinsan get out of the car.

There was a gust of wind in the field.

Yinfeng flew over from nowhere and landed on the roof of the car.

The tail feather that was cut off by Nan Tzu was reborn, looking a little short, it should not be fully grown, but the injury should be good.

"You can all talk, then talk about it, and talk about it if you can't talk."

Yin San looked at Yin Feng and said with a smile: "It takes two fish scales, it should be able to agree."