The Path Toward Heaven

Zhao Layue stood in the twilight.

The sunset was behind her.

Her face could not be seen clearly, only the black and white eyes were still so bright, so striking in the dark world.

Gu Qing stood beside him, silently praying for Master to see these eyes and wake up.

"Otherwise ... eat first?" Jing Shang asked a little anxiously from the periphery.

Hearing this sentence, Gu Qing and Ping Yongjia looked to Zhao Layue, and A Piao felt a little confused.

She is the master of God's last peak, and even aunt.

They know the weight of Jing Jiu in her heart. Although she likes hot pot, can she still eat at this time?

Zhao Layue suddenly turned and walked to the dining room.

The Jing family prepared a lot of dishes today, and the dishes were covered with the entire round table. The Jing Shang wife stood nervously at the table, and the Jing Li wife stood a little bit farther.

Zhao Layue was also polite, sitting down directly in the first place, and then said: "Sit."

Everyone sat down.

Zhao Layue said, "Eat."

So everyone started eating, and after a meal, no one spoke.

After eating, Zhao Layue asked Jing Li's wife to comb her hair and make a braid.

Everyone pretended not to see it, A Piao picked up a sea bowl bigger than her face and pretended to eat.

Jing Li's face was pale, and I was lucky that there was no mirror in the dining room.

Zhao Layue left the dining room and walked back to the front of the study. He sat down cross-legged at the same location as the Begonia tree and closed his eyes.

Firth came out silently.

The beautiful twilight shines on her black braid, which is a bit ugly.

Looking at the scene, Ping Yongjia was a little uneasy and asked Gu Qingdao: "Brother, what should I do next?"

Gu Qing knew the disposition of Master Aunt. She was afraid that Master would not wake up one day, so she would not leave one day and said, "Watch."

As disciples, of course, they have to stay here, but they cannot sit there and do nothing like Zhao Layue.

No one knows when Jing Jiu will wake up, what if it takes more than ten years?

Fortunately, the well house has been expanded twice in these years, and there are enough rooms for them to live.

As the twilight deepens, it is night.

"Master, when will you return to the palace?" Jing Li asked Gu Qing.

When he wanted to come, since Master was the superintendent, he could not stay outside the palace all the time.

Gu Qing waved his hand, thinking how Master mattered this kind of thing.

In the early morning of the next day, Jing Li woke up and went to salute Jing Jiu, Zhao Layue, Gu Qing, Ping Yongjia, and A Piao in turn. It ’s ready to go to the palace.

Walking out of the alley and coming to the street, he suddenly stopped and looked at the picture in front of him. He couldn't help rubbing his eyes, wondering if he was wrong?

This street is usually very lively and prosperous, there are many houses and shops opposite, but those shops and houses actually overnight ... All were demolished and turned into a very flat land!

How is this going?He walked across, looking around blankly.

An official from the Construction Department of the Ministry of Industry recognized his identity and hurried over to explain a few words: "This was the will in the palace last night. Qingtian Division came with a number of official helpers. I do not know why."

Jing Li went to the palace with doubts.The young God Emperor did not wait for him to ask questions, and asked with concern: "How is Uncle Zu?"

Jing Li said: "The patriarch has not yet woken up ... Your Majesty, how was the street demolished?"

The emperor said: "When you go back at night, you should know."

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In the evening, Iri returned from the palace and suddenly found that there was a temple on the other side of the street!

Even with the help of the officials of the Qingtian Division, no one can build a temple in a single day. Obviously this is someone who has moved a temple directly.

The temple was a bit old, and Jing Li even felt a little familiar. When he came closer and looked closely, he realized that this is not the last three halls of Jingjue Temple?

What exactly is going on?

Jing Li walked back into the alley in a daze, suddenly listening to the house door creaking, and a young monk came out of it.

Gu Qing sent him by the side, his expression was extremely respectful.

Regardless of whether it was the Duke of the Kingdom or the first apprentice of the leader of Qingshan, they were all highly distinguished identities. How many monks can Gu Qing respect?

"I have seen Zen." Jing Li quickly bowed down to salute and saw the bare feet of the white white lotus.

Chan Zi ignored him and did not avoid his meaning. He continued to say to Gu Qing: "He lacked the realm, and he used the Qingshan sword formation to force him. I haven't seen such a situation, and I don't know when he can wake up, whether he can wake up, but Shui Yue'an or some experience, you ask them. "

After finishing this sentence, Zen Zi walked to the other side of the street, and was welcomed into the newly moved temple by Jingjue Temple monks.

The bell rang in the twilight.

Gu Qing earnestly saluted the other side of the street.

Jing Li quickly followed the ceremony.

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The next day, a green curtain small car fell on the street.

Lord Shui Yuean spoke with Gu Qing, looked at Zhao Layue, and turned away.

There is already a Zen child sitting here, she does not need to stay here, and the Tongtianjing by the East China Sea always needs someone to watch.

After being infused with fairy qi by Jing Jiu in March of that year, she slept for many years, but Lord Shui Yuean only knew the changes in the scene, and did not know how she refined those fairy qi.

Lord Shui Yue'an left, and Zhen Tao stayed with several fellow students and moved into Taichang Temple.

Immediately afterwards, the people of Xuanlingzong, Jingzong and Daze also arrived, and they chose their residences not far from Jingzhai.

There is the Luguo Mansion and the Prime Minister's Mansion. The former is originally from Jing Jiu, and the latter has a Maozhai background.

The Jingzhai was completely enclosed and turned into a forbidden area cut off from the outside world.

Obviously this is to prevent the revenge of the Zhongzhou faction, plus Yuan Qi whale in the palace, Jing Jiu should be safe.

Thinking of these things, Jing Li returned to the house, but felt that the home had also changed, and then remembered that the Begonia tree was gone, and could not help sighing.

Zhao Layue sat in front of the study with his eyes closed, regardless of whether Chan Zi or Shui Yue'an came.

But whether she ignored it or not, Gu Qing had to report these things to her one by one.

Zhao Layue opened his eyes, stood up, and reached out to recall Firth.

Gu Qing was stunned, thinking what would you do?

Zhao Layue held the braid in his left hand and took the Forth Sword lightly in his right hand, then threw it to Gu Qing.

Firth moved, turned into a blood line, and headed towards the green mountain.

Gu Qing took the braid and looked at Jian Guang, who disappeared in the sky, somewhat dazed.

When Jing Jiu lost the snowfield, Zhao Layue was waiting for him for a year in front of the temple in Baicheng, and now it is only one day. Why did you leave?

Suddenly, he felt that the braids in his hands were heavy and a little hot. Knowing that this was not something he could touch, he hurried into the study and placed beside Jing Jiu, and carefully adjusted the position.

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The bloody sword light illuminates the peak of God's End.

Yuan Qu greeted from the palace and said, "Master! How is the real person in charge?"

Zhao Layue ignored him and waved his sleeve.

Liu Ada rolled out of her sleeve like a snowball.

Yuan Qu quickly shut up.

Zhao Layue went into Dongfu without expression.

The stone wall closed slowly.

Liu Ada withdrew his eyes and slowly walked down to the edge of the cliff, looking at the sea of ​​clouds that seemed to be burning.

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In a flash, it is a century.

It is not enough for the sea to become a mulberry field, but for mortals it is an insurmountable line between life and death.

Those who have seen with their own eyes that the people of Chaoge City in the March war against the fairy are dead, so everything has become a legend.

Even for practitioners, this is a long time.

This century of Chaotian Continent is very calm.

The evil demon are basically killed by Liu Ci.

The Zhongzhou faction is as silent as a mountain.

Only Qingshanzong became stronger and stronger.

The real person of Guangyuan passed the sky seventy years ago.

Fang Jingtian broke through to the heaven.

To everyone's surprise, Qingshan Jianlu Yuanqi whale is still alive and sitting in the palace of Chaoge City, although few people can see him.

Qingshan Sect seems to have returned to its heyday, but everyone knows what Qingshan's worries are.

Taiping lively world.

Jingyang was awake.

If it weren't for Yuan Qi's whale was still alive, Fang Jingtian might have suppressed the end of the god's peak and greeted his master.

In an ordinary autumn day, the cave house at the top of the end of the god slowly opened, and the dust was floating, and Zhao Layue came out.

She was covered with dust, her short hair was messy, and she didn't trim her borders. Just like she had seen Jing Jiu on Jianfeng more than 100 years ago, her eyes were more black and white, like the ink on the paper, so that the world could clearly see Her will and thoughts.

With the bloody twilight, she walked to the edge of the cliff and looked at the sea of ​​clouds that seemed to be burning.

Countless ways of imaginary swords floating out of the clothes room.

The sea of ​​clouds suddenly shattered and turned into thousands of threads, like countless jumping flames.

Yuan Qu came out of the Taoist Temple, but was shocked to forget the salute, and his eyes were full of incredible expressions.

What is the realm that Master Rev just showed?

On the Bihu Peak in the distance, a cat meow suddenly came.

That's miss.

More is admiration.

She finally surpassed the previous Jingyang and became the youngest pinnacle of breaking the sea in history.