The Path Toward Heaven

Why are people sad?

Sad is sad.

The spring breeze is sad to Baicheng, the hero is sad to beauty.

Passion is sad, life and death is even more sad.

Jing Jiu was naturally sad not because of cowardice, nor because of meeting the man, and thinking of a lot of past events, at least not at all.

That person was indeed special to him, but after all, it was the person himself, if he could kill it with a sword, he would kill him naturally.

"We will eventually lose all contact with the world, leaving only loneliness itself."

Jing Jiu touched the cat in his arms, looked at the stars in the night sky, felt the coldness of the universe front, and said to Zhao Layue.

Zhao Layue did not speak, because she was sad at this time, just like when she was at the May Fair, she always felt that he was slowly leaving the world.

Living in the world will always encounter all kinds of accidents, heart changes, and finally death that can't be rid of.

Even if the monks can live forever, even for eternity, they ca n’t change it, but it can only make them see all separation more clearly.

The avenue must be ruthless, otherwise anyone will eventually go crazy.

Even if Jing Jiu has already crossed this pass, loneliness will still emerge from time to time while pursuing the avenue.

All sadness, sadness, weakness and anger originate from this.

This is not a bad thing.

Just as the wax spilled from the cut bark will become the most precious gemstone, loneliness can help the monk to find peace again, and the heart of the Tao will be quiet again.

Many monks will deliberately seek such an experience in order to understand it, and this is what the success of Guocheng Temple is like.

Of course, this requires you to have the ability to overcome it and absorb it, which often requires a lot of pain as a price and takes a long time.

"It's here."

Jing Jiu said.

The sky is full of stars.

The world is still there.

He also remains.

For decades to come back, he showed some ordinary emotions for the first time tonight, and then stopped here.

Zhao Layue looked at him, his eyes full of admiration.

Ada looked at him, his eyes full of awe.

He was able to let go in such a short time because he had a higher goal.

He knew very well that loneliness was the price he had to bear.

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Regardless of whether you are mindful or baggage, whether you have weight or not, Jing Jiu said that it was really put down.

He no longer thought about the word loneliness, no more sadness, no more anger, and calmly began to calculate.

——As Ada said, he was not such a person before. Why was he so stubborn in those years? He would go to so many places and think of so many ways to find Taiping?This may be influenced by the ray of consciousness left by Tianjin, but there is actually a simpler reason, that is, he needs an answer.

In the late spring and early summer of last year, I read so many books in Shiyuefeng and Jingzong, and concluded that the smoke disappeared from the beginning and there were problems at the beginning.

So he needed that answer even more.

More than three hundred years ago, the Guocheng Temple incident happened. The former emperor was seriously injured by Taiping, and he died after only a few years of life. The oldest monk in the temple with the highest rank and the highest state died on the spot and was forced to reincarnate The son of the mountain demon.

Then he took Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing to launch the rebellion.

If it is after that, there are good reasons for the man to harm him, but why did he have to do this before?

And if that person wants to re-dominate the Chaotian Continent and practice that crazy and evil idea, isn't it the best thing to soar and leave?

Yes, the question Jing Jiu wants to ask is so simple.

Why are you doing this?

This question really sounds like the common question in Sanliu novel, just like another very classic question, why not love it?

Naturally not because you become ugly, but just tired of you, so you are getting ugly in the eyes.

But everything has its own rules of operation, which is not as unreasonable as the love of men and women. If there is a result, there must be a cause. There must always be a reason for anything.

This question is also suitable for the white-blade ancestors of the Zhongzhou faction.Regardless of the ambitions of the Zhongzhou faction, Jingyang soaring away should be the thing they are most willing to see. Why did White Blade attack him, thus bringing so many variables?

This problem has been plaguing Jing Jiu until he heard three last words of Huiyuan monk in Pinggu Temple, and then he vaguely understood something.

Now that the man has begun to feather, or die, or become another kind of existence, it is difficult for him to ask the answer again, so he can only find it by himself.

How can I find the answer?He needs a stone from another mountain or a mirror that can see himself.

The success of the ascension, but the dust was knocked down, such an experience is extremely rare in the history of the spiritual world.

There are indeed quite a few fairy tales in the legendary story of Chaotian Continent, but most of them are only erroneous, and only one person may be true.

After he was expelled from Qingshan, Nanju was said to have met the previous generation of Jianxiandong Mansion on an island on the sea, and obtained his inheritance and achieved the prestige of Kirishima ancestor.

That piece of sea is the West Sea. Interestingly, that island is called Diaoxian Island.

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Five years ago, Liu Ciyi severely wounded the Xihai sword god and killed Nanchu.

As far as Jianguang is concerned, Xihai Jianpai disciples suffered heavy casualties, and Zhenpai mythical animal flying whale also turned into countless huge flesh, which sank to the bottom of the sea.

The flying whale is too huge, even after so long, it has not been eaten clean by the small fish on the bottom of the sea, and the carrion exudes an unpleasant smell. As the fine bubbles come to the surface of the sea, it fills the air.

Those smells were a bit pungent, even dazzling, and they could not be completely dispelled by the formation method. The Bihufeng disciples stationed in the Xihai Islands were somewhat miserable.

Bihufeng Chengcheng Youtian participated in the meeting, and last year's Cold Mountain Battle, now returned to the West Sea.He is very clear about the feelings of the elders and disciples. Although the sea in front of him is magnificent, it tastes far worse than the lake of Bihu Peak, and although the spirit here is good, where can it be compared to the green mountain?

He sighed, wondering when the young real man would call him back?

Just when he was thinking about this matter, a bright red sword light suddenly appeared on the horizon. He froze slightly, and quickly took the disciples out to welcome him.

What he didn't expect was that the real young man came.

"Four years later, let Shi Yuefeng come over for you."

Without waiting, Tian Jiu said directly.

Four years is not too long for a monk, and the reason is that it is not good to ask anything.

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According to Jing Jiu's request, Cheng Youtian left.

Zhao Layue glanced at him and asked, "Why is it four years?"

This period of time cannot be said by Jing Jiu casually, and must have a deep meaning.

Jing Jiu didn't explain and said to Ada: "Find it."

Nan Tzu was expelled from Qingshan, and the former generation of Xianjian Cave House he met was said to be on this island.

After the Qingshan Sect won the Xihai, he had searched carefully many times and found nothing.

The legendary sword fairy secret should have been taken away by the Xihai sword god, but why is there no other trace here?

What Jing Jiu is looking for is not that secret book, but something else.

It didn't take long for a white light to return to the stone window like a giant painting.

A Da shook his head and found nothing.

Even a celestial guardian ca n’t find any traces. Is the legend only a legend? The story of the previous generation of sword fairy is fake?

Zhao Layue said: "If you are looking for some ordinary traces, it may be in an ordinary place."

They went to Shao Ming Island.

The island was chopped off by the Xihai Sword God in the first half. Those tunnels and arrays of dense spider webs are like random combinations of dots and lines, and they are exposed in people's eyes.

Looking at the picture in front of him, Jing Jiu naturally remembered the sky-tribulation caused by the immortal decay, thought of Liu Ci, and after a moment of silence, he remembered Tong Yan.

Tong Yan still did not return in the underworld, and did not know what happened.

There was a strong wind in the library building. All the books were suspended in the air, and they were rustled by the wind, as if they were turned by countless invisible hands.

Jing Jiu stood in the sea of ​​books, and after reading for a moment, he reached for his next book.

That is an unusual sword immortal record, which talks about mortal imagination and longing for the spiritual world, which is basically ridiculous and not worth mentioning.

But on one page of that book, someone left a sentence.

"Yixian is also crazy."

From those sword-like strokes and breath, Jing Jiu judged that it should be the handwriting of the south trend.

Zhao Layue glanced at him and said, "Looking for a book?"

Jing Jiu said, "Get all the old books from Haizhou City."

Haizhou has been building a city for more than 10,000 years. Whether it is a state school or a family and a rich merchant ’s house, there are many books, but the state records do not know how many.

If you want to collect all of these books in a short time, it is impossible to look at them.

But Xihai is already the territory of Qingshan, and they cannot say the impossible word to the head of Qingshan.

In only three days, Cheng Youtian took the elder disciples of Bihu Peak, returned to Shao Ming Island with a book full of sword boats, and stopped on a flat, sliced ​​cake.

The old books were kept well, and the taste was not very good. They mixed with the smell of carrion overflowing from the bottom of the sea, causing Ada to sneeze several times in a row.

Jing Jiu didn't care about these things. He reached for the breeze, turned the pages, and started reading these tens of thousands of books at the same time.

It didn't take long for him to find the person he was looking for in the county journal and a miscellaneous examination in a Haizhou-based county.

More than three thousand years ago, a middle-aged maniac suddenly appeared in that county.

The middle-aged lunatic woke up every day and ran to the beach. He said that the clothes were a little unsuitable, they had to be thinner, and they had to be stronger. They would not lose money when arguing with others.

Running to panting and sweating all over, he would go to a tavern on the edge of the county to eat.

Middle-aged lunatics like to eat tuna, and drink rice wine from Penglai Island. The amount of raw wine is very poor, and a few glasses will be too much.

Then he would repeat a sentence drunkenly.

"Don't go out."

"Don't go out!"

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If this is the case, this middle-aged maniac is not eligible to be recorded in the county records.

The problem is that one day he drank too much and said a few words.

He grabbed the shopkeeper's hand that day, his eyes were red, and he kept chattering: "It's on fire, don't go out!"

The shopkeeper knew him well and said with a smile: "If so, why not go out and put out the fire?"

The middle-aged maniac said rightly: "How can that fire be extinguished? Stay here and we can live."

The shopkeeper said, "What if the fire burns the house?"

The middle-aged maniac glanced at the sky with a happy look, and said, "Fortunately, the walls of our house are made of iron and are thick enough that the fire won't come in."

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Are there still iron walls in the sky?"

The middle-aged maniac said seriously: "This sky is an iron cover."

Hearing this sentence, the diners in the tavern laughed, and the air was filled with a pleasant smell.

The middle-aged maniac was silent for a long time, and suddenly said a sentence: "Since the heaven has been leaked, then do something."

After saying this, he walked to the long street in one step, and then jumped into the sky. Since then, he has never appeared in this small county.

The people in the tavern saw the scene with their own eyes, shocked and speechless.

Just that night, the largest sect of practice in Haizhou City was destroyed.

No one died, but all the disciples of that denomination were abolished, and their cultivation practice was burned out.

A few days later, a small denomination in the West Sea suffered the same.

After a few days, the Kingdom Master who was most likely to peep through the way of the demon was suddenly found dead on a shoal.

Those diners in the tavern that day remember the pictures of the middle-aged maniac who walked to the long street that day, jumped into the sky, and the ridiculous words he said, naturally connecting these things with him.

The question is where will anyone believe these people?It's just that as a little gossip, it leaves a small stroke in the county's records.

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"I have an impression of these things."

A Da walked slowly to Jing Jiu, leaned over to his shoulders, looked at the county prefecture, and was silent for a while, "At that time, the Xihai massacre was repeated, and the real person in charge was going to see where the evil demon was so arrogant. The man suddenly disappeared, and the real person thought that it was an excuse for the sectarian strongmen in the north to kill the small faction.

Now it seems that the middle-aged maniac should be the predecessor of the legendary sword immortal, somehow playing in the world.Suddenly, he again wanted to exterminate the sect, but inexplicably gave up.He later lived in seclusion on Diaoxian Island, and never appeared again, leaving only a secret of the swordsmanship, creating the scenery of the southern trend and Kirishima.

Jing Jiu once again opened the Jianxianlu, and this time the seemingly ridiculous words have other meanings.

There are two sentences on the page where Nan Tzu left his handwriting, which should be the self-evaluation of the middle-aged maniac.

"I am lonely in the sky."

"Lonely in the world, only me."

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(I only remembered the circle of smiling friends. Today, ten years ago, the story of the middleman appeared in this world. I did n’t think it had been long before, it was ten years ago. Ten years of life and death, there were nowhere to live. Understand, I probably understand now. Looking back at the presumptuous, youthful ten years ago, and thinking about the chapter written last night last night, it is really a mixed feeling. Born to be human, do n’t feel sorry, but it ’s really right People are sorry, including yourself, everyone will have a better life in the future.)