The Path Toward Heaven

After entering the summer, Chaoge City suddenly fell into a heavy snowfall.

The snow lasted three days.

The temperature dropped sharply and some thin ice formed on the lake.

Jing Jiu went to Zhao Yuan.

During the day, he covered his face with a hat.

At night, he stared at the stars in a daze.

The snow stopped, the clouds also dispersed, and the sky and the stars were suddenly covered with blood, which was not a symbol of bad luck, but Zhao Layue arrived.

The boat was slightly deep, and the sound of ice breaking sounded, which was the sound she made deliberately.

Jing Jiu turned his head and said, "Come here?"

Zhao Layue yelled, sat down beside him, took his hand and put it on his face.

Hundreds of rays of light appeared in the night sky. That was not a meteor, but a sword light.

Qingshan Zong came to Chaoge City, ready to welcome back their swordsman.

Although the people were gone and the snow and blizzard stopped, the killing and cleanliness needed to be brought back.

Jing Jiu withdrew his gaze to the night sky and asked, "What about Nan Wang?"

"Stay in Qingshan." Zhao Layue lowered his hand and said softly, "She seems very sad."

Nan Wang is a younger sister under Taiping's real person. Now the two brothers who love her most are gone. What should she do in the future?

She is already a big thing in the sky, and no one dared to lift her in the world, but what should she do?

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...

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue left Chaoge City instead of going directly back to Qingshan, but outside Dayuan City.

After walking through the mountain stream full of lotus flowers, passing through the stone path between the mountains, bypassing the stone lying in the grass, and seeing the old wooden bridge, I came to the 3,000 courtyards.

The teacher of Sanqianyuan didn't know that it was the descendant of that old teacher, and he didn't know Jing Jiu, but he didn't wear a hat. Shitai looked at his face and Zhao Layue's black hair and guessed their Identity, quickly greeted them respectfully.

There is a stream under the bridge. The place that used to be a shack by the stream has now become a forest. There is a grave in the forest. It looks lonely, but not alone.

The teacher knew too much about the relationship between Jing Jiu and Anli, as well as his relationship with Sanqianyuan. When he saw his sight fell on the tomb, he was worried that he would not like it. He quickly explained: "This is Li Dashan's Tomb, seven years ago ... "

Jing Jiu said without further ado, he took Zhao Layue to the grave and said, "This is the Li Gongzi I told you."

Li Gongzi's name is not written on the tombstone, only four words.

-The same way.

The first two words are about fairy paths.

The latter two words mean that we will eventually return to the same road.

Li Gongzi had taken the panacea and would still die.

Even March is the strongest in the continent and will die.

Zhao Layue suddenly said, "I think the people in his painting ... are even in March."

Many years ago, there was a painting that had been collected for many years by Li Gongzi's family. The painting was deceived by so-called friends and was taken back by Gu Qing. She had seen it at the end of Shenmofeng.

There is a starry night old mountain cliff fog in that painting, and there is a girl holding an umbrella in the fog.

The girl's eyebrows were lined and her expression was gentle but indifferent.

Jing Jiu did not speak, nor did he go to the painting.

The painting was handed down by the Li family ancestors. If the girl in the painting was in March for hundreds of years ago, then it might be possible to explain why Li Gongzi was so passionate.

Of course, this explanation may not be right or necessary.

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...

This is Zhao Layue's first visit to 3,000 hospitals.

After walking across the bridge and to the temple, she saw the round window and the lake view outside the window. Like everyone, her mood became calmer.

Then her eyes went down and landed on Antang's couch.

Bai Zao is still asleep on the couch, not knowing when the fairy energy in his body can be fully absorbed.

For a hundred years, the silk on her body was a lot of crippled, showing her face.

In her sleep, she frowned slightly, and looked like it was so distressing.

"It's good to sleep like this," Zhao Layue said.

Jing Jiu said: "Yes, after all, it is still alive."

Zhao Layue turned to look at him and asked, "Where did she go?"

Jing Jiu said, "It's here."

Under the eaves is the beginning of those morning lights.

This is where even Lian left in March.

Zhao Layue stepped forward to hug him and gently patted his back, saying, "It's okay, I won't leave."

Jing Jiu raised his right hand and patted her on the back.

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...

Then they went to Baicheng and landed in the courtyard on the edge of the snowfield. They met with He Zhan and Thurse. Zhao Layue ate two grilled fish. Jing Jiu glanced at the pear tree.Walking out of the courtyard and walking on a field full of muddy water and snow, Zhao Layue suddenly said: "Gu Qing grew up in a big family, and I don't understand some things."

He Zhan has been with Thurse for decades, and Liu Shisui and Ying Xiaohe have been together for more than 100 years. They have not been married or held any ceremonies. They do n’t care what the world thinks. No, this is no trouble.

Jing Jiu said: "He thinks more, so it's easy to get things in trouble."

This was the first time they discussed what happened to Gu Qing. Zhao Layue did not understand and said, "Is this kind of thing so interesting?"

Many years ago, she had asked the same question when they looked at the building in Shangzhou Star Picking Tower.

Jing Jiu said: "I like it, I don't like it, I like it, I like it all, I don't like what you like. There are many kinds of combinations, and sometimes it's fun."

Zhao Layue said: "Like I understand, but the love in the book often makes people irrational and painless, I don't understand why."

"The so-called love is the attraction between men and women, the peace and intimacy brought by intimacy."

Jing Jiu said: "The promise is shackles, there is a sense of rituals, there is pressure, just like cooking meat, but the taste is easy to thicken. Of course, breaking the promise itself is also very attractive to human beings. This combination is interesting. "

Zhao Layue flicked at him and said, "It's like how much you understand."

Jing Jiu said: "This kind of thing is not complicated, you can understand it if you think about it."

Zhao Layue thought for a while and said, "Wouldn't it still be boring to say so?"

Jing Jiu said, "Yeah."

Between the two, the two had walked to a rather simple Buddhist temple.

Zen Zi lived here in Baicheng.

In front of the monastery was very quiet, three or two monks went in and out silently, suddenly a famous middle-aged monk stopped and looked at Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu also felt that the monk was familiar and somewhat intimate.

The middle-aged monk stared at Jing Jiu's face for a moment, waking up, and his eyes were full of surprises.

Jing Jiu also recognized who the other party was, and it was the young monk who had several ties with him. It was just over a hundred years later that the other party's face was covered with wind and frost, but it was not immediately recognized And the old monk was not nearby.

The middle-aged monk just wanted to speak, subconsciously covered his mouth, and then thought again that Master was dead, and no one wanted to meditate on his own meditation, and could not help crying from the heart.

From beginning to end, he didn't say a word. Jing Jiu just watched his expression change, guessed what had happened, and reached out and patted his shoulder.

The middle-aged monk cried more sadly.

I do n’t know why, Jing Jiu has always liked this pair of mentors and disciples, knowing that the old monk was dead, watching him cry so sadly, he could n’t bear it, and took it with a palm.

Zhao Layue's eyes were wide, and he thought, "Do you think it's hard to live forever, and won't you be sad to kill him?"

With a snap, Jing Jiu's palm fell on the middle-aged monk's head.

The middle-aged monk fell directly to the ground and then snore.

"Thank you." Chan Zi walked out of the courtyard door and glanced at the middle-aged monk. He thought that such a thing as Blessing was really inaccurate. Who could have imagined that this talented ordinary junior could actually get Jingyang real initiation ?

Jing Jiu said: "No need to thank me, it has nothing to do with your Guocheng Temple, but I like this kid."

Zenko asked, "Why?"

Jing Jiu thought for a while and said, "Maybe because he likes to talk?"

Chan Zi said: "Don't you think I talk too much?"

Jing Jiu said, "It's the same now."

Zenko sighed: "Man."

Zhao Layue said, "Should I say this?"

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Baicheng in the midsummer has regained a lot of popularity, and the number of believers is still very small, but the living supplies needed by the Northern Guards and the practitioners of the various schools make the city full of merchants from the south, and there is no snow on the streets. Extremely ugly muddy stepped on.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue walked across the city, walking diagonally upwards in the direction of the stone. From the distance, they could see the red cliff and the upper body of the small temple.

"You really woke up seventeen years ago?"

"That lied to him."

"But you heard everything Gu Qing said to you."

"Hearing does not mean being able to wake up. To be precise, my soul at that time was in Qingtianjian."

"... So it turns out, there are many stories happening in Qingtianjian."

"One hundred years is really long, but there are not many stories. Most of the time I am practicing. It's just that the Zhang family kid comes to disturb from time to time, which is a bit upsetting, just like Gu Qing."

"Master Zhang is not dead yet?"

"Not to mention, he is still in good health, still thinking about going to the sea to find the goldfish monster."

"Speaking of that, the carp king really can't bring it back to Qingshan?"

"Unless the fire veins under the cold mountain can be taken away."

"Why is it so troublesome, just take Lengshan directly?"

Speaking of these gossips or something meaningful, the color of the red cliff became more and more clear, and the small temple also showed all its postures.

Crossing the threshold and entering the temple, Jing Jiu looked at the chubby, smiling Buddha statue and stood quietly for a while.

The broken place of the Golden Buddha is like bleeding. After so many years, the color of the blood stains has long faded. The iron knife with a length of more than ten feet in front of the Buddha is still covered with gaps. I do n’t know when it will reappear.

Jing Jiu walked to the end of the iron knife, his right hand fell on the blade facing the upper side, and then walked toward the end.

Sparks spawned between his palm and the blade, sputtering all the way.