The Path Toward Heaven

(This is also the name of the chapter where Chen Xu met. To be honest, the content of these chapters is out of the outline. I am being arrogant. I have been in a bad mood recently. I want to let this pair of brothers meet. Everyone is Damn, why can't I see each other? I'm so arrogant now, let me write with my temper when writing.)

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In the northernmost part of the ice storm sea, the gang wind whizzed past, bringing countless thunderous rumbling sounds, the virtual realm was compressed into a thin layer, and the horror vortices in the thunder field became a huge color block Instead, it is no longer that scary.

Even the strongest breaking the sea, it is difficult to stay in such a ghost place for too long.

Moreover, it is only seven thousand miles away from the isolated ice peak in the snow country. No human race practitioner dare to come here easily.

The sea water here has long been frozen, and the ice layer does not know how deep it is, no difference from the land.

In the whistling cold wind, the figure of a treasure ship loomed.

Rather than saying that this treasure ship is breaking ice, it is better to rely on the powerful power of the crystal furnace to tow on the ice.

Ancestor Xuanyin stood on the bow of the ship, covering his head with his hand, blocking the wind like a knife, and his eyes fell on the slightly uplifted snow field on his right, silent.

It has been seven days, he has not said a word.

Treasure ship walked too slowly, these days just walked out hundreds of miles north, in the eyes of his strong man, it seems that it did not move much.

Even if the real person needs the crystal furnace in the treasure ship, it can be taken away and carried away, so why should he trap himself on this ship?

Moreover, the lotus of Yimaozhai has been picked, the scales of the fire carp have been taken, and everything is ready, why hasn't it started yet?

What are real people waiting for?

This guess made him a little uneasy.

"What are you afraid of?"

Yinfeng stood on the top of the highest mast and looked down at him, full of contempt and pride.

Ancestor Xuanyin looked at Xueyuan's direction and sighed, "Here is too close to Xueguo, who doesn't fear to fight?"

Yin Feng proudly said: "What's so scary? The Queen of the Snow Kingdom is the highest level of life. If she is destined to die, death in her hands is the best ending."

Xuanyin Patriarch narrowed his eyes and smiled, and said, "But what if the people of the Qingshan Sect caught up?"

Yinfeng turned his head to look at the dark front of the wind and snow, and his eyes became dark.

Ancestor Xuanyin walked under the deck with his head covered, listening to the clearer friction between the belly and the ice, frowning and pushing the door open, said to the young man inside, "I feel bad. "

Yin San was wiping his face with a wet towel, listening to his words, put down the towel and asked, "Why is it bad?"

His eyebrows are still beautiful, but there are many dark gray patches on his skin, especially the body covered with clothes, which can be seen everywhere. It is like the wood about to give birth to branches.

No matter how many branches are sent, Chunlai is a very fresh and moving picture, but if it is placed on humans, it is an ugly and horrible picture.

Now he is no longer the young man full of vitality, enthusiasm and kindness, but just a poor patient.

He had the most terrible disease in the world, and that disease was called time.

Time can destroy everything, and his body is slowly decaying with the passage of time. "It will be the wood" is the best description of his current situation.

It has been a miracle that he can sustain it until now.

Of course, he was originally a miracle.

"I always feel that Qingshan will appear suddenly. I know they can't find us, but ... it feels bad."

Patriarch Xuanyin rubbed his red nose, not knowing that the rosacea was still not good, and was still blown by the wind for too long.

"Jing Jiu held Ada up and wanted to kill me. He had to be ready to die."

Yinsan pressed the bone that was about to pierce his skin with a wet towel and said with a smile.

Ancestor Xuanyin frowned slightly and asked, "Where is Yuanqi whale?"

"Xihai's affairs made him a little tired. He wouldn't tell the young people in the mountain about this matter."

I do n’t know if I thought of the tall figure standing in front of me that day, Yin San was silent for a while, and walked to the rootless lotus, said indifferently: "And this is between our brothers thing."

Xuanyin Patriarch narrowed his eyes and said, "Don't you say that he is not Jingyang?"

Yin San smiled and said: "Of course he is not Jing Yang, but he thinks he is, who can do anything?"

Ancestor Xuanyin said: "If he really thinks he is Jingyang, how could he come alone?"

Real people in Jingyang are lazy, real people in Jingyang are afraid of death, so should Jing Jiu.

"He will come because he has a question and he can't find the answer."

Yin San reached out and touched the lotus and said calmly: "I can't become an emperor and I will die. If he doesn't find it before, he will never be able to ask me again."

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I don't know how long it took to fly north. The surface of the cosmic front was covered with a shallow layer of frost, as did Jing Jiu's body.

Feijian suddenly stopped, and those frosts turned into thousands of snowdrops, leaving his clothes.

It has been extremely cold here, and the heat marks left by the crystal furnace have disappeared without a trace. The wind and snow are indistinguishable, and it is impossible to distinguish between the ice sea and the land.

The snow country is on the right hand land, under the extremely high and far sky, a transparent line can be seen faintly, it should be the transparent ice peak.

Ada poked his head out of his arms, shook his head, shook the frost grains, and meowed a little puzzledly. How did he stop?

Jing Jiu suddenly said: "The Huiyuan monk killed Chen Wen, even if it was not Lao Lin's conspiracy, it was too shallow, not like his handwriting."

Da Da thought so?

Jing Jiu looked at the ice sea ahead and said, "He knows that I can find these clues, knows that I will go to him, he has been waiting for me."

A was shocked, thinking that you would come to this matter, I would not agree, the problem is that you do not listen!

This is good, if the real people have been prepared long ago, I'm afraid we are all dead!

Jing Jiu said: "No one has done feathering, and he has no vermillion bird. There may be no success in success. You don't need to worry."

A Daxin wants to follow your calculations. If the Taiping real person takes the risk of feathering, the chance of surviving is basically equal to zero.

Jing Jiu said: "I have a question to ask him. If he fails to feather, who will I ask?"

A Daxin thought, why are you going to ask him why he hurt you?This is a plot only in novels that are not influential.

Jing Jiu finally said: "He knows what I think, so he won't start to feather until I show up."

Why are you guys suffering?

Ada sighed, thinking that you were not the kind of person who was obsessed with answers before.

"Yes, I was not such a person before."

Jing Jiu looked at the icy sea ahead, to the snow field beside him, and then to the sky above. Those thunderstorm vortices that had been crushed into color blocks remained silent for a long time.

Suddenly the wind swept the snow particles, hitting the cosmic front, crackling, like a piece of music.

He closed his eyes and began to recall the purest things he saw in this life.

Snow in the twelfth lunar month.

Spring fields in a small mountain village.

The question of Xijianxi.

The girl in the snow.

The girl in Three Thousand Temples.

The little girl in Qingtianjian.

Then a melody sounded in his ear.

The sound of the piano is like spring water, and the title of the song is good, but the tone is not lively and festive, just clean.

It may be that Lee Gongzi in Ohara City was too frozen in the snow.

As the spring water washed, the Dao heart became more peaceful, and he saw a shadow hidden in the deepest part of unthinking.

Many years ago, he and Tian Jinren fought against each other in the old Meiyuan Temple of Chaoge City, using their consciousness to defeat each other.

Unexpectedly, Tian Jinren actually left a very pale shadow. As time passed, his realm increased, and this shadow gradually became more substantive.

Sword heart is clear, nature is clear, this shadow can't hurt him at all, but just makes his temperament change slightly.

Because the shadow didn't hurt, he wouldn't notice the opponent on weekdays. Since he found it at this time, he can erase it with a little thought.

It's just ... how did that person know?

"Congratulations to the real person for going to worry."

Ada said sincerely: "We can go back now?"

Jing Jiu said: "Why? I haven't asked him, I haven't killed him."

The cosmic front broke through the snow and moved on.

Ada was very angry, buried in his arms, and kept biting his shirt.

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The crystal furnace was still running, and the crystal left half a cabin, like a frozen fish, shining, but the treasure ship stopped on the ice sea.

Yinsan was helped by the ancestor of Xuanyin and came down to the boat. Yinfeng flew off the top of the mast and hung his proud head to show respect.

"If I die, Yin Feng will tell you how to get rid of Qingshan Sword Formation."

Yinsan loosed Xuanyin's ancestor's hand and slowly moved to the side of the ship, looking to the far south, gently smoothing the wrinkles on the new clothes he changed.

"Thank you real people." Xuanyin Patriarch rubbed his nose and said, "But I won't want you to die because of this."

Yin San was a little surprised and asked with a smile: "Why?"

"No one wants to be an old dog. I have thought of many ways to betray you, and how to humiliate and abuse you once you succeed. Of course all the previous attempts have failed, but I always think that there will be a possibility of success in the future.

The sparse hair of Xuanyin's ancestors fluttered around in the wind and looked very cheerful. "But now I think it's interesting to see you doing these things with you."

"Really? I also think it's interesting to live like this." Yin San laughed.

His face was deformed and his grin was a bit scary, but his eyes were still so clear, his smile was still like a spring breeze.

"He had your life card back then, there must be some ideas, you don't want to move today, take a good rest."

He then said to Yin Feng: "If I have something wrong, you go back to Qingshan, and they will not treat you."

Yin Feng said slightly coldly, "You are not in Qingshan, what shall I do?"

At this time, the wind and snow suddenly stopped, the clouds in the sky disappeared, and the color patches formed by the thunderstorm vortex were gone, leaving only a blue.

This piece of blue is so pure that it makes people a little scared and looks very strange.

Hundreds of miles to the south, a small black spot appeared.

"Is it already so strong?"

Ancestral Xuanyin touched his thin hair and squinted at the place, killing intent.

Yinsan took out the bone flute, wiped it with his sleeve, and prepared to play a song.

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The wind and snow suddenly disappeared, and the cosmic front reflected the sky in the blue sky, like a thicker blue.

Ada floated up, watching the treasure ship in the distance with vigilance, without any fear in his eyes, only the fighting intention.

Counseling is just an instinct. In the absence of a retreat, the strong reason guarded by Qingshan tells it that only a desperate battle can survive.

Jing Jiu was also looking at the treasure ship.

Yin San quietly looked at the black spots in the sky.

The two's eyes are on this.

Just like many, many years ago.

Suddenly, the sea of ​​ice shook and produced numerous cracks.

The snow started to wave, like a huge army of horses and horses rushing towards the coastline.

"It's a real person."

Yin Feng looked at Yin San, his eyes full of admiration.

Then he looked at the little black spot in the sky, his eyes full of awe, and said, "Jing Yang is really amazing."

"Awesome fart!"

Xuanyin's ancestor looked at Xueyuan's direction, and his face was extremely ugly, just like the ancestor who had just died.

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In the hundreds of miles of sky, Ada looked at Xueyuan's direction, and his face was also ugly.

A consciousness came from the distant snow country.

The cracks in the ice sea, and the snow and dust like horses, are the coercion that comes with the consciousness.

Thousands of miles away, such great movements can be made only by the consciousness, and there is only one looking towards the mainland.

The two sides are too far apart, and that consciousness is not lethal, but ... she is here.

In other words, she looked across here thousands of miles away.

The snow and dust rushed across the coastline and came to the ice sea, which turned into light snow.

That consciousness is in those snowflakes.

Everyone felt a hint of curiosity.

"It seems you can't make it."

A Da looked at Jing Jiu and his eyes were extremely complicated: "Will your brothers and sisters join forces to fight her first?"