The Path Toward Heaven

The cloud boat of the Zhongzhou faction did not stop near the Guocheng Temple, and went directly to the East China Sea, suspended in the sky, and competed with the setting sun.

Looking at the scene, Zhuo Rusui gave birth to great enthusiasm and spoke those three words.

Liu Shisui felt the blood, but habitually kept silent.

Zhao Layue was very calm, and he really wanted to fight.

Gu Qing didn't speak, how could he beat it?

Zhuo Rusui looked back at them and said, "Can't you cooperate to say a few words with a loud voice?"

At this time, Jing Jiu's voice rang behind Jingyuan: "Come in."

Everyone entered the Zen room after the Jingyuan and found that Zen did not know when he had left.

Jing Jiu's eyebrows were slightly tired, whether it was to solve the problem of smog and clouds, or to guess the relationship between Taiping and Lotus, it would take a lot of attention.

Gu Qing reiterated what happened next to the creek, and also made everyone guess.

Zhuo Rusui said, "What did the Taiping Patriarch want to do, or did he want to make the mainland chaotic as he did then, so that mortals would die?"

"It is self-preservation." Jing Jiu said: "He is now in the weakest moment. The more chaotic the spiritual world is, the safer he is."

No one can understand his sentence, including Zhao Layue, Liu Shisui and Xiao He who knew that Taiping had actually picked the lotus.

Jing Jiu didn't say all his inferences.

He looked at Liu Shisui's slightly dark face, thinking, "Brother, did you still give up making this child the next you?"

When Liu Shisui saw him looking at himself, he quickly knelt down and knocked three loudly respectfully and said, "Congratulations, Master."

Xiao He had already kneeled down.

Zhao Layue is the master of God's last peak, no need to kneel.

Gu Qing does not matter, just kneel.

Zhuo Rusui was a little helpless, kneeling slowly on the floor, but no kowtow.

Jing Jiu knew that Liu Shisui must knock on these heads, and calmly received, said: "Okay, let's go, she stays here."

Liu Shisui is now a Mao Zhai scholar, so he will naturally return to Yi Mao Zhai.

He understood the meaning of the son and understood the character of the son better, so he was about to leave. Suddenly he thought about something and asked, "Son, how about the chair I made?"

Jing Jiu said, "It's okay."

With this evaluation, Liu Shisui left with satisfaction and joy.

Zhu Rusui has seen the most in the situation of masters and servants in Qingtianjian illusion, but until now it is still somewhat unacceptable, just like the other thing.

He looked at Liu Shisui who was walking outside Jingyuan and shook his head. "It's really uncomfortable to see him wearing this scribe suit. How can I feel like a farmer?"

Jing Jiu said: "Ten years old farming is very good, I also teach him."

More than Zhuo Rusui, even Zhao Layue and Gu Qing do not understand, what do you do to learn farming?

Don't think about it if you don't understand it. Gu Qing thought about the cloud boat in the East China Sea sky and the conference that was about to start, and asked, "Master, do you really want to fight next?"

Jing Jiu said, "It's not now."

Anyone can see that the current Qingshan Sect has a clear gap with the Zhongzhou faction in its strongest fighting power, so northern sects like the Kunlun Sect will become more and more unscrupulous, even Liu Liu dare to move.

After Liu Yanzhen left, no one could replace it in a short time. Jing Jiu was able to take the position of the head, but he couldn't make up the ring.

Gu Qing was a little surprised and said, "Then let me give up this time?"

Jing Jiu looked out of Jingyuan, knew that the other party was coming, and said, "If I want to let it, why should I come in person?"

Someone begs to see.

Zhongzhou sent Bai Zao.

Hearing the voice of the great monk, Zhuo Rusui and Gu Qing naturally quit with Jing Jiu and walked outside the Jingyuan.

A moment later, Zhao Layue came out with his hands on his back, watching Ada in the fallen leaf pile of the tower, trying to take it away, but did not do so.Ada looked at her back and prepared to keep up. Suddenly, she felt that she understood what she meant, so she went back to her and melted into a pile of fallen leaves. Her ears were quietly raised.

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Bai Zao stood in the courtyard.

Jing Jiu sat under the gallery.

There is an indescribable atmosphere in the courtyard. It is very light but clear. It may be strange, but it is not the case.

When they were in the West Sea, the two had a glance at each other, but otherwise, it was really long time since I saw them.

Time can dilute many things, such as the six years of the snowy field, as if it were a previous life.

Jing Jiu was very calm, not sentimental, and did not even express much emotion.

This is something that monks must experience.

It's just that the long years of monasticism sometimes make many things lighter, and sometimes make many things thicker. This is probably the difference between water and wine.

Xueyuan Bai was sleeping for six years, but she always felt that she always remembered those nights, those fires, and that back.

She looked at Jing Jiu quietly without saying anything, as if waiting for something.

Naturally, instead of waiting for Jing Jiu to speak first, that kind of childish spoil would not happen to her, and she knew that Jing Jiu was useless.

Waiting for the twilight to get stronger, waiting for the autumn wind to come back.

In the rustling sound, the fallen leaves fell with the wind, illuminated by the sunset into a bright red color, like fire and flowers, and fell on her like rain.

This picture is really beautiful.

Jing Jiusheng gave a look of appreciation.

Beautiful pictures and smart people are his few interests in this world.

She still remembers the begonia tree in the well house of Chaoge City, and remembers that he likes to see the begonia flowers falling on her.

Now she also confirmed that Jing Jiu still remembered them, that was enough, gently lifted the skirt, went to the gallery, and sat on the floor opposite him.

The white satin ribbon fell like a rain-absorbing cloud on her side.

Jing Jiu still didn't speak.

Bai Zao moved forward two steps, his hands fell across the ground with a ribbon, his body leaned forward slightly.

This was the case of the little princess Qin Guo at that time.

But now Jing Jiu is not the little prince of Chu who can't refuse, and naturally she won't let her fall into her arms.

He held out a finger, held her eyebrow, and stopped her body in midair.

Time stops here.

A Da Zang was in the deciduous heap in the courtyard. Looking at this scene, he thought it would be nice to say nothing.

I don't know how long it took. Bai Zao sat back and said shamefully, "I want to hug."

Jing Jiu said, "It's time to fight."

Bai Zao said: "Just because of the fight."

Jing Jiu smiled slightly and said nothing.

Bai Zao took a golden leaf from the skirt and put it gently in his hand.

In the pile of fallen leaves in the courtyard, Ada's eyes became a bit cold.

Bai Zao looked at his face and said softly: "When I first saw you, I thought you were extraordinary."

Jing Jiu said: "A lot of people are like this. Just get used to it."

For example, the people, cats, and cicadas on the end of the God ’s Morpheus will no longer be fussed, lost, lost, and frightened by seeing his face.

Bai Zao smiled and said: "But the surprise you bring to the world is still far beyond my imagination, how can you ... become the master?"

When she said this, she was indeed laughing. She was really proud and happy for Jing Jiu, but at the deepest point of her laugh, there was a very clear regret, even sadness.

If the situation is the same as before, even if Jing Jiu is a genius disciple that Qingshan focuses on training, it will still be possible, but Jing Jiu has become the leader of Qingshan, and it is no longer possible.

Because she will be the head of the next generation of Zhongzhou.

Bai Zao got up and was about to leave, before saying a word.

"I know Brother Tong Yan should be in Qingshan, I'll trouble you."

How could the Zhongzhou faction let go of Tong Yan? In the past few years, I didn't know how much energy was spent searching for him, but I couldn't find it all over.

She and Tong Yanqing share siblings, knowing his thoughts at that time, naturally guess where he is most likely to go.

Jing Jiu said: "He is not in Qingshan."

Bai Zao knew that he didn't need to lie to himself. He was a little surprised, thinking where did that brother go?

Jing Jiu suddenly said: "At some critical moment, you have to be careful yourself."

Bai Zao was silent for a while and said, "Can you be more clear?"

Jing Jiu said, "No, because I haven't figured it out yet."

If it is clear, but it is unknown.

Bai Zao understood what he meant and left.

Jing Jiu picked up the golden leaf and raised it to his eyes.

There are no two identical leaves in the world, no matter the shape of the petiole or the direction of the veins.

And he never thought about which leaf to cherish.

Born in Liu Shaotou, fell after dusk.

The leaves are the leaves themselves.

In the fallen leaves, Ada looked at him quietly.

I don't know how long it took, Jing Jiu released the leaf.

The golden leaves were not broken, and floated to the front of the tower, and fell on the fallen leaves pile, just covering Ada's eyes.

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Jing Jiu didn't lie, and Tong Yan was indeed not in Qingshan.

He is in the underworld.

There is a faint smell of burning leaves in the air here, which should come from Styx.

Stygian looked like an underground river formed by magma, but it was not exactly the same. He had seen it with his own eyes, and a corpse boat covered with flowers was walking on it.

This world has only three colors of black and white and fire, whether it is mountains or wilderness, it looks extremely boring and monotonous.

There is a river of fire flowing in the dull sky, as if it will fall at any time, giving a feeling of horror and depression.

For the human race, the ground without sunlight is the most barren world. For the human race, there is no hell in the world without the spirit of heaven and earth.

If you stay here for too long, even the most powerful practitioners will die and die.

Tong Yan did not know how long he would be in the underworld, and his face was pale.

An extremely striking bright blue and several shadows suddenly appeared in the black and white sky.

That is the mage and his disciples.

Tong Yan noticed that there was a very small child among those disciples.

The people in the underworld are very short, or pocket-sized, and the child is even smaller, with soft black hair, beautiful eyebrows, and a bangs on the forehead that looks like a leaf.

The meditator's attitude towards the little child was very respectful and said, "His Royal Highness, this is the messenger from the upper realm."

The little kid opened the bangs and looked at Tong Yan, his eyes full of curiosity, and said, "The messenger worked hard."

After saying this, the little kid was brought back to the ground by the disciples of the mage, as if he had just come to see Tong Yan.

Tong Yan guessed the child's identity, only silence.

The mage said: "This is the next Emperor of the Hades. Do you think Jing Jiu ... will the real person like this child like this?"

Tong Yan was silent for a while, and said, "Cut your hair short, he may prefer it."

The mage said with a smile: "Although I don't understand the truth, I feel very reasonable."

As they spoke, the sky above the Underworld suddenly became brighter, revealing a looming and unstable channel.

In that passage, a figure with great coercion was going up at high speed, looking like a lightning.

There is already above the abyss, leading to the heaven.

The mage looked at that place and said, "This is the twelve priests. The heart is wild, the blood is right, and I have trouble handling it."

Tong Yan said: "He will die."

The mage said, "Thank you."