The Path Toward Heaven

A long time ago, Gu Qing wanted to do such a thing, including but not limited to seeing whether Master's extremely beautiful face was real.

He also wanted to lie down on that bamboo chair and wanted to hold Master Bai Gui up and knead it, but in the end he only stayed on his thoughts.

No one even knew he had thought so.

These things looked a little bit counter-intuitive, but Yuan Qu had done it secretly, Zhuo Rusui had done it cheeky, Ping Yongjia had done it silly, but he hadn't done it.

In this way, he became a calm, cautious, calm and careful brother at the end of God's Peak, until today he finally showed his childish side.

The reason why he suddenly becomes so bold is naturally because he is going to do that big thing today, no matter whether he succeeds or fails, he should die.

Long night ahead, where is there any fear, and where it still needs to continue to cover up, not to mention Master's face, he dare to touch even the aunt's dimple.

Thinking about these things, he sorted out the thinness of Jing Jiu's body and carefully tucked it away, even if he knew it didn't make much sense.

The sense of ritual can make the parties meditate at certain extremely important moments, and then gain courage and strength.

Walking out of the study, to the quiet courtyard, standing where the begonia tree was originally, he looked up at the layer of catkins in the sky.

After years of blessings from Qingshanzong, Guocheng Temple, Shuiyue Temple and Yimaozhai, Jingzhai is now a forbidden area. It can be said that it is isolated from the world. A layer fell, and it looked like a layer of mist, which made the blue sky and the sun a little blurry, and added some hazy beauty, just like many things in the world, I can no longer see clearly.

There are only three swords in Chaoge City, and it is impossible to lay out the complete Zhuxian Sword Array. I only hope that Ping Yongjia can cooperate with him to bring the three hidden styles of Chengtian sword to the extreme.

A faint sword light suddenly appeared in the sky.

The sword light didn't appear at all when it was high above the sky, and it didn't see anybody until it came out of the Jingzhai formation.

With a soft rub, the Firth sword came silently and landed on his wrist, turning into a sword bracelet.

Looking at the sword bracelet, Gu Qing moved slightly, and did not speak for a long time-Zhao Layue should guess what problems he encountered, let Fu Sijian swim to Chaoge City regardless of the serious injury, such trust and love ... I still wanted to It's too bad to poke her dimples.

On the quiet street, the Buddha Hall, which was moved from Jingjue Temple a hundred years ago, glowed with golden light in the sun, and the green trees in the courtyard wall gave birth to fresh green leaves.

Looking at this scene, I felt the cold touch on my wrist, and Gu Qing suddenly relaxed a lot, holding his hands behind his head, his posture was a little weird, but he was really comfortable walking towards the end of the long street.

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Hearing the courtyard door open and then close, Liu Shisui came out of the back garden with his rice bowl.

Bu Qiuxiao took Yimaozhai with him for the first time when he was in Chaoge City, and he came, and he never left again. He stayed in this house for 80 years.

He went to the study window and looked at Jingjing Jiu. He confirmed that there was nothing wrong and said in a puzzled way: "What the hell is going on?"

Xiao He came over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Liu Shisui said: "These days Gu Qing stayed in the study room for too long, he said too much, obviously there was a problem, and the son scrubbed twice each time, it was me during the day and him at night, why did he want to do it during the day today ? "

Xiao He had an instinctive vigilance and unhappiness with Gu Qing at that time. After so many years, those emotions have long faded, and he worriedly asked, "Will he be okay?"

Liu Shisui handed the rice bowl in his hand to Xiao He and said, "I'll check it out."

Xiao He went on to the rice bowl, looked at the majority of the food left in it and said, "I'll eat these well."

Liu Shisui said: "The half bowl of sweet white in the pot, you leave me a few pieces."

Xiao He said, "Okay."

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Ping Yongjia was placed in the palace by Gu Qing. He did n’t know the reason. He only knew that with his eyes closed, he forced the sword out of his body like he did more than a hundred years ago. Then he began to recall and imitate it more than a hundred years ago. All that.

More than a hundred years later, his sword intention is more terrible than it was at the beginning. It is no longer a substance, but a substance. It has left countless clear traces on the ground of the square. If you look down from the sky, the picture is like A huge drop of water hit him, and then splashed around.

The guards, court ladies and eunuchs in the palace were also driven to the side of the palace wall as they were a hundred years ago.

God Emperor Jingyao stood in front of the temple and looked at Ping Yongjia in the distance. The uneasiness in his heart became heavier and he asked, "What on earth did he want to do? Why should I use my sword?"

A Piao stood next to him, rolled his eyes, and said: "It's your uncle who counts, what's the matter with you for borrowing your sword?"

Jing Yao touched his nose and thought about what else I could do. Besides, the first son Jian was obviously agitated, maybe he would leave the scabbard in the next moment. Can I do what I want?

Just thinking of this, a clear sword sounded in front of the temple, and the first son's sword left the sheath and came to Ping Yongjia's body, hovering quietly, like an arrow that could be shot at any time.Jing Yao was still uneasy and said, "If it is really a big deal, should I talk to me first?"

A Piaoyu's center of gravity taught: "We, the emperors, do great things. Don't worry about such small things and details."

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Gu Qing smelled the faint fragrance coming from the front, listening to the noise coming from ear to ear, knowing that it was almost time to stop, stopped, took out the cosmic front and a few feet of coarse cloth, and wrapped it carefully, and then tied it on his back, just like that.

On the other side of the long street, Liu Shisui raised his hat and looked at the picture over there. His dark face was full of doubts, thinking what he would do in Old Meiyuan?

At this moment, the sword bracelet on his wrist suddenly vibrated and made a buzzing sound.

Liu Shisui glanced at it, wondering what the Er Er Jian wanted to convey. I thought you would go to the old Meiyuan with Gu Qing?

The sword bracelet vibrates more quickly and the buzzer sounds louder. Maybe you want to say that you are an idiot?

I remind you not to go!Don't go by!Hurry home!Your wife is still waiting for you!The bowl of sweet roasted white in the pot is waiting for you!

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The fragrance of plum blossoms can only be smelled from a distance, but disappears without getting closer. The sounds are closer and noisier.

Chessboards were laid everywhere on both sides of the street. The idlers from Chaoge City and the scammers stood around the chessboard, either arguing loudly or complaining in a low voice. Some poor people lost all their money and howled in pain.

A hundred years of time can really change many things. Chess booths that have disappeared because of their faces are already revived, even more lively than they were then.

Looking at the scene, Gu Qing felt some emotion, shook his head, waved his hands to stop the scammers, and walked into the quiet and unprecedented old Meiyuan.

The old Meiyuan has become more old, and fewer and fewer people remember that the first plum meeting more than 700 years ago was held here.

Going across the small bridge over the lake, to the sparse, not-so-beautiful Meilin, Gu Qing looked up and saw the little nunnery.

When Jinren and Zhao Layue saw Jingxin and Hu Guifei for the first time, they lived here.

Gu Qing didn't directly enter the little nunnery, but walked around in the Merlin outside the nunnery before picking up the steps and knocked on the door.

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The window is unclear, almost impure, smoky, and dimly lit.

Gu Qing thought of Jingzhai's sky and those catkins.

A young man in red sat on the side of the case, his eyebrows were clear, and he smiled slightly, and then he dispelled the turbidity of the environment.

"I've seen Uncle Shi." Gu Qing saluted seriously.