The Path Toward Heaven

The night was not yet deep, the residents of the town had not yet slept, and there were lights in many courtyards, and the sound of bamboo cards being pushed on the table could be heard faintly.

The water waves hit the water waves and aroused countless dark flowers, and Daze under the night was so peaceful.

The clam shell should sink to the bottom of the lake, which is not easy to find.

Even if Jing Jiu can now use part of the power of the Underworld Seal, it has no meaning.

Zhao Layue approached him and asked, "Run?"

Jing Jiu said: "Well, but he is not the one to kill."

Zhao Layue was a little surprised. I thought there were only a few people who were worth your own shot. There are only a few people in the world. Is n’t Emperor Xiao still a person?

Jing Jiu turned and walked towards the town.

There is a decent medical hall in the town. There are some flowers carved on the side of the plaque. Those broken flowers are worn by a thin branch. I don't know if it is Paulownia or what.

In the middle of the night, the medical hall was closed, but naturally they could not stop a few of them.

The man crawled out of the bed with his eyes rubbed, and before he could complain, he saw Jing Jiu's face.

He rubbed his eyes again, whispered, and quickly awakened the doctor.

It didn't take long for several files to be placed on the table. These were important pieces of information collected recently by the roller blind people.

Gu Qing opened the files carefully and took it seriously.

Zhuo Rusui was yawning boringly.

Zhao Layue stood in front of the medical hall holding Ada and looked at the street.

Jing Jiu said, "Where is Huiyuan?"

"After the incident at Guocheng Temple, you knew you might ask, so I kept checking." The doctor said bitterly: "Although Master Kehuiyuan is the elder of Tonghua Temple, in these decades, I have been traveling around the mainland all the time, with no trace of whereabouts, it may take some time. "

After leaving the medical hall, Jing Jiu suddenly asked: "Is the roller blind person in court?"

Zhao Layue was a little surprised and said, "Don't you know?"

Jing Jiu said: "I should be able to think of it, but I am used to them all these years and I don't think much about it."

Zhao Layue was silent for a while, and said: "Master Huiyuan should be an important person in the non-old forest. He can hide for so many years, and the person who wants to come to the roller blind will not be able to find it in a while.

Jing Jiu didn't want to go back to Qingshan.

Back to Qingshan, he had to explain the matter of the mage with Yuan Qijing, which was very troublesome.

And he said to Zen Zi that he wanted to try again.

He said, "Go to a place and I will take you to practice."

Hearing this sentence, Zhuo Rusui did not respond, and Zhao Layue and Gu Qing were a little surprised, thinking how this sentence said was like a teacher who cares about the progress of the disciple's practice ... The problem is that apart from throwing a sword score at the beginning, After two seminars, when did you take care of our practice?

Da Da opened his eyes and glanced at him, wondering what was going on?

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There is a long mountain range at the junction of Yu County and North Huazhou. From the northernmost pass is Juye City, and to the south is the prosperous Central Plains.The difference in climate here is also clear. The south is a lush forest, the north is a steep cliff with few people, and the highest peak even has snow that does not change all year round.

For the army, the geographical location is very important, and it does not make much sense for the monks who can fly freely. There is no big spiritual vein here, only a sparse aura, so there are only two or three between the beautiful mountain forests in the south. Very unknown small denomination, occasionally seeing traces of practitioners of Buddhism and evil Dao practitioners between the cliffs to the north.

The sword light illuminates the peak, and Zhao Layue falls down. Under her deliberate control, Fu Sijian does not emit a striking blood.

"Seventy miles away from the north, a mountain demon is fleeing north. There is no human blood in the cave. I didn't cut it. Someone in the south felt it and didn't dare to come over."

The elders of those small denominations are at most unremarkable, and they dare to come over when they perceive their existence.

Jing Jiu sat down cross-legged and began to practice with his eyes closed.

"Just here?"

Zhuo Rusui looked at the snow layer above, looked at the desolate mountains and rocks around him, and felt so ridiculous. The aura here is so thin, why should he come here to practice?

While he was talking, Zhao Layue and Gu Qing had sat down beside Jing Jiu and closed their eyes.

Ada consciously climbed over Jing Jiu's head.

Zhuo Rusui is even more ridiculous. Does n’t he think that Master Uncle wants to take everyone to practice together?Does it really mean ... to practice together?You do n’t have any medicine for us?There is no such thing as sword fairy secrets to teach us?

To think so, no one listened to him, and he had to sit down.

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There is a very small denomination in the southern three hundred and seventy miles, called Xuan Tianzong.

Zhou Yunmu is the only remaining three generations of elder Xuan Tianzong, and his talents are different. He has been repaired to the late Jindan, and the realm of Qingshan Sect is the first realm of Youye.

Not to mention that in today's Xuan Tianzong, since Xuan Tianzong opened the school, no one is higher than his realm.

A few years ago, he was impatient with sectarian affairs and passed on his head to the younger Lu Jin.

Since then, he has been practicing in the back mountain with the best scenery and the most aura. Few disciples can see him blessedly and get his instructions.

But in the past two days many disciples of Xuan Tianzong saw that the ancestor was not in the cave, but was standing on the blue stone beside the cliff.

He was silent to the snow peak in the high place.

Zhou Yunmu's name is very poetic, standing on the blue stone standing against the wind, and the flirty coat looks even more immortal.

The disciples looked at the picture over there, their hearts filled with admiration, and whispered about what happened.

The most speculation is that the ancestor's practice has reached a critical moment, and he is comprehending the truth between the world and the world, and may break through at any time.

The entire Xuantianzong knew that the late Jin Dan of the Patriarch had been completed and was hitting the most dangerous and difficult pass of Yuan infantry.

Thinking of this possibility, Xuantian Sect Master Lu Jin issued a strict order that all disciples should not approach the bluestone.

If someone can walk in front of the bluestone at this time, they will find that their ancestor Zhou Yunmu is not enlightened.

He looked at the snow peak, his face pale, and whispered to himself.

"Which senior is this ... logically I should go to see it, but if it interferes with the senior's practice ... that's a big sin."

Zhou Yunmu looked at the peak half-covered by clouds and mist, and muttered, "It's just that the heaven and earth aura here is so thin, that is, I can only rely on the elixir to maintain it. Why did the senior fairy master come here?"

According to the truth, in his realm, he could not even find the arrival of Jing Jiu and others, but that day he practiced quite smoothly in Dongfu, and his mind was unobstructed. He subconsciously scattered the consciousness between the mountains and forests, and happened to meet the Forsword. .

Fairy swords like Firth Sword, don't say personal contact, he hasn't seen it, and I don't know where the other party is definitely a powerful character that he can't afford.

Fortunately, although the breath of Firth Sword was killed, it was obviously a magic weapon of the Immortal Family, not evil cultivation. He did not worry that the other party would come to destroy his mountain gate.

Zhou Yunmu looked at the peak, and his mood was extremely complicated, with envy, unwillingness, and jealousy, and the expression on his face kept changing.

In the end, all feelings came to sorrow, and then calmed down.

At this moment, a rain suddenly fell in the sky.

In terms of time and season, this may be the last autumn rain of the year.

Zhou Yunmu was still standing on the bluestone and did not leave.

He could n’t see anything, but he did n’t know why, so he wanted to see more.

Probably because he knew that there was a scenery he could never see.

The peak can go.

The scenery is different.

The development of a golden infant by Jindan is a threshold that most practitioners cannot cross.

The rain fell on his face, slowly falling, not as sad as tears, as if the water washes away the dirt, making him more calm.

Although you ca n’t come, look forward to it, why not?

Suddenly he felt something strange, reached out to catch some rainwater, and found that the rainwater actually contained a faint spirit!

His hands tremble slightly, thinking what's going on?

There is no complete spiritual vein here, the aura of heaven and earth has always been thin, why is there aura in this rain today?

Those auras are extremely weak, but they can truly feel the existence!

Zhou Yunmu's hands trembling more and more, suddenly turned around, and shouted to the apprentices in Xuan Tianzong: "Everyone comes into the rain!"

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After the autumn rain, it did not rain again, but within a few days, it began to snow.

The snow line gradually moved down, even though the relatively warm Nanshan Mountain also accumulated a lot of snow, not to mention near the peak.

Someone sat side by side in front of the cliff, covered in snow, like a snowman.

Of course, the white cat above the head of a snowman is still a white cat, just swollen.

Swords suddenly flew into the southern sky.

The snowman raised his right hand, took the white cat off, and took the sword book.

Ice and snow rustled down, showing that face.

Blizzard added some color again.

Zhuo Rusui also woke up.

He raised his hands before him and looked quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

With a buzzing sound, the Swallowing Sword appeared between his hands.

The gray scale-like lines on the sword obviously became more agile, like a salted fish about to turn over.

He was silent for a long time and asked, "You did this practice before?"

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(Let ’s practice together, study together, have fun together, let ’s rain together, all the world will be happy, and wish you a happy weekend.)