The Path Toward Heaven

It has been a year since the Zhongzhou faction attacked the Chaoge City. The Royal Palace was finally repaired. The Imperial City Formation was also strengthened with the help of denominations such as Maozhai. After the new emperor ascended the throne, he performed a kind of benevolence. The residents of the city no longer worry about the thunderstorms every day, and they die, and everything is slowly recovering.

In the hall, the emperor is discussing with the ministers.

In the side hall, Gu Qing sat in front of the case and watched the show, Hu Guifei stared at him not far away.

A fluttering on the beam, Ping Yongjia lying on the couch.

There was a chill in the deepest part, obviously in the room, but the snow kept falling and spilled somewhere on the ground.

Yuan Qi whale sat there, and all the snow fell on him, so he dived in and did not overflow.

A fresh breeze blew, Jing Jiu appeared in the side hall.

Ping Yongjia and A Piao showed a happy face, came to worship quickly, and then thought of the vision of last night, I do not know what to say to comfort.

Jing Jiu walked to Yuanqi whale and paid a deep ritual, which was very solemn.

Yuan Qijing closed his eyes and ignored him.

Logically speaking, this is an extremely rude matter and should not happen to this Qingshan sword law.

Gu Qing only reacted at this time, and hurried to Master's side, preparing to report what happened in the year at the fastest speed, and Jing Jiu waved to stop him.

He went to the hall, and all ministers including the emperor knelt down collectively.

Yesterday, the heaven and earth vision was almost seen by the entire Chaotian continent.

Early morning in Ohara City arrived early.

Obviously it should be late at night, but it is full of morning light, and the sun rises early.

Everyone knows what that means.

Why is he still so calm, as if nothing has happened?

"Whose piano is the best?" Jing Jiu asked.

The Hu scholar who is best at playing chess is now an old man who is nearly one hundred years old, and said with a trembling voice, "I can play."

Jing Jiu said: "Play a song to listen."

At this time, there is still a mood to listen to the piano, and everyone feels a little weird.

It's unbelievable to be so cold.

Owning the precious guqin on the eunuch's side, the scholar Hu graduated his mind and played a tune with his thin fingers.

Jing Jiu said, "It's not as good as the piano I listened to yesterday."

The hall is very quiet.

No one understood what he meant, nor what he wanted to do.

Gu Qing looked at him, very worried.

"I only learned a lot of things in nine days at that time. I thought it was a simple thing to be alive. It was only now that I discovered that there are many things that I can't learn, such as playing the piano, such as ..." Jing Jiu paused for a while. Then he said, "For example, I won't cry."

"If He Zhan comes over, don't let him go back to the north, if he insists on going back, let Qingshan protect him."

He told Gu Qing: "Send me home later."

Suddenly, Gu Qing felt extremely uneasy.

Jing Jiu walked up to the stone steps in front of the hall, looking at the sky in the distance, and said, "It's really difficult."

After finishing these two words, he closed his eyes and fell back.

His body fell to the ground without making much noise.

But it seems like a mountain collapsed.

There were countless exclamations in the hall, Jing Yao Huo Ran got up, rushed towards the stage, and was stopped by the eunuch sent by Hu Guifei.

Ping Yongjia and A Piao came to the stone steps at the fastest speed and looked around cautiously, isolating those ministers and eunuchs.

Gu Qing knelt beside Jing Jiu, stretched out his trembling fingers, and touched his nose. He found that although he was extremely long and weak, he didn't cut it off. Then he confirmed that there was no trace of his sword.

Fortunately, the most feared things have not happened.

Gu Qing was somewhat collapsed, and his legs were soft, and he sat directly on the ground.

The voice in the hall gradually rose.

Gu Qing forcibly controlled his mind, picked Jing Jiu from the ground, and walked into the side hall, ready to be placed on the soft couch.

Ping Yongjia suddenly thought that last year the Emperor was walking on this soft couch. Some unlucky, quickly stopped.

Hu Guifei said to Gu Qing: "Go to my palace."

Gu Qing was silent for a while and nodded.

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The alert of the Imperial City has been raised to the highest level, and the flying dragons are staggered in the sky.

According to the obituary of the previous god emperor, Jing Jiu had the highest power of the Jing dynasty. His sudden coma will naturally cause great concussion and make people panic.

What people wonder more is why he suddenly fainted.

Ping Yongjia and A Piao stood beside the couch, their expressions somewhat helpless.

Gu Qing stood in front of the window, his expression dignified.

Naturally, he would not place Master on the bed of Hu Guifei. This is the place where he taught Jing Yao.

Jing Jiu has been sleeping for three days and three nights, and still has no signs of waking up.

Gu Qing's mood is getting heavier and heavier, especially when he thinks that the letter to Qingshan has already been sent out. Why has no one ever arrived?

At this moment, the imperial town suddenly felt a sense, someone tried to break into the imperial palace, was stopped, and was in confrontation with the guard.

Gu Qing saw that the person was a little surprised, and motioned to the Divine Guard to let him in.

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The invisible barrier in front of him suddenly disappeared, He Zhan raised his eyebrows slightly, broke into the Imperial City without fear, came to the center of the square, and shouted sharply: "Jing Jiu! You come out to me!"

Three days ago, the heaven and earth vision of Dayuan City was seen by the entire Chaotian Continent. He was deep in the snowfield and saw the morning light.

The morning light is bright, but not dazzling, like the adventures he has grown up from, he is always so natural, but glorious.

Immediately after that, Xueyuan ushered in a magnificent and desolate blade of light.

The sky is falling apart, neither the monsters of the snow country nor the practitioners of the human race can continue to stay.

He Zhan didn't want to stay.

He was vaguely guessing his aunt's identity when he was at Baotong Zen Academy, so he became more arrogant, dare to go to Liming Lake to kill people, dare to enter the snowfield to kill monsters, and dare to yell at those sectarian elders.

With her there, no one needs to be afraid of him.

Now she is gone.

He went to Ohara City as quickly as possible, found nothing, and then came down to Chaoge City under the guidance of the three thousand courtyard teachers and princes.

What happened in Chaoge City last year has spread to Chaotian Continent. Everyone knows the relationship between Jing Jiu and Lian March, and they also know that they have left Chaoge City to join the world.

Now that she is dead, Jing Jiu is still alive.

Of course He Zhan will come to discuss an argument.

Whether you can beat it or not.

She is gone.

He was even less afraid.

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Gu Qing invited He Zhan into the temple.

All of He Zhan's anger, nervousness, and murderousness became sorrowful.

Jing Jiu was lying on the couch with his eyes closed, without any breath, as if he had become a dead object.

"What's going on?" He asked tremblingly.

No one knows the reason, Yuanqi whale may know, but he also closed his eyes in the main hall of the palace, and wondered when to wake up.

Gu Qing thought about Master ’s experience of sleeping in Guocheng Temple for several years, and said, "It may be related to the immortality."

This is the most likely scenario.

Even Jingyang Real Man and Lian March, who want to defeat the coming fairy, will have to pay a great price.

Now one person is awake and the other person has left the world.

He Zhan felt so uncomfortable, but nowhere to vent, yelled angrily, and then began to cry.

Looking at the aggrieved, crying like a dead father and orphan, Ping Yongjia and A Piao felt so strange that they were so sad.

He Zhan didn't know what was crying.

No one knows his relationship with Shui Yuean and Lien March.

Gu Qing got confessed by Jing Jiu, vaguely guessed something, and patted him on the shoulder, expressing comfort.

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He Zhan did not stay in Chaoge City, and left that night. According to him, Daosheng Caoyuan was fighting the queen in the snowiest field for the worst battle in two hundred years. He had to rush back to Baicheng to stare.

Jing Jiu didn't wake up, and Gu Qing naturally wanted to do what he told him to send him home.

The question is where is his home?

It stands to reason that he is the uncle of the Divine Emperor. He grew up in the palace since childhood. Of course, this is his home, but Gu Qing always thinks that he does not mean that, otherwise why not add this sentence?

"Master's time in Qingshan is countless times longer than in the royal palace. For him, there is home." Ping Yongjia said, scratching her head.

Gu Qing said: "Even if Master means that, you can't go back to Qingshan."

Qingshan is too far away, and Yuanqi whale is in Chaoge City. It is now the principal of Fang Jingtian. Jing Jiu, who is awake, is sent back to Qingshan or Yunji Town ... that is too dangerous.

"Is it possible for a real person to speak of the Jing Family of Taichang Temple?" Hu Guifei asked.

Gu Qing looked at each other with Ping Yongjia and A Piao, and his thoughts seemed reasonable.

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Jingyang ’s home may be the imperial palace and the green hill, but Jing Jiu ’s home is of course the well house not far from Taichang Temple.

The black eaves of Taichang Temple are covered with gray. They are not as smart as they used to be, but they are no longer so terrible.

Gu Qing and others sent Jing Jiu back to Jingzhai the same evening, and someone came.

The evening glow is gorgeous and bloody.

Zhao Layue stood under the begonia tree and looked at Jing Jiu, who was awake in the study, silent.

With Fir Sword out, the Begonia tree was cut into pieces, and the twilight light entered the window, making Jing Jiu's face clearer.

The debris of trees and flowers fell with the wind, and none of them could fall on her.

The breeze gently stroked the black hair on her shoulder.

After she heard about the Chaoge City last year, she began to accumulate hair and was almost waist-level.