The Path Toward Heaven

Since many, many years ago, Jing Jiu likes to lie on a bamboo chair and play the game of sand pile in this porcelain plate.

At that time, neither Liu Shisui nor Zhao Layue knew what this game was. Until later, at the Chaoge City May Fair, he said a few words after playing a game with Tong Yan, and then vaguely understood this. It is a means of deduction calculation.

Many years have passed, and Jing Jiu has gradually stopped playing this kind of game. People on Shenmo Peak rarely see this porcelain plate and those fine sands until today.

A grain of fine sand falls and becomes a picture.

The undulating picture of rivers and mountains was extremely smooth and no gaps could be seen.

That's because all the grains of sand are arranged closely and orderly according to his ideas.

This requires unimaginable space construction capabilities and computing power, which cannot be done by human beings.

The garden was quiet, and the wind blew the stream and the flowers and trees beside the stream, so they dared not make any sound.

Ping Yongjia stared at the sand figure in the porcelain plate with her eyes wide open. She thought Master was so powerful. But is it even more difficult than soaring?

A Da didn't know when he left Zhao Layue's arms, and lay prone and honestly across from Jing Jiu.

Zhao Layue ’s reaction was the most common and natural, probably because she watched Jing Jiu playing with sand most often?

She hugged her knees and looked sideways at the sand in the porcelain plate. The breeze twitched her messy hair and passed her eyes, cutting the black and white eyes into countless worlds.

Her eyes suddenly became brighter, not because of the true meaning of the avenue from the sand, but because of the gradual tears in her eyes.

I don't know what she thought, but she was so sad.

After hearing the sound of the piano in March, Jing Jiu said four words at that time.

At that time she only felt that he was far away at that moment.

Now she is already a strong man who breaks the peak of the sea. There are very few things in the world that she does not understand. Naturally, she understands what is meant by far.

He only needs enough time now to be far enough away.

"It's still early."

Jing Jiu knew what she was thinking and reached out and rubbed her head to express her comfort.

Zhao Layue's short hair became more messy under his palm.

Jing Jiu took out a braid and handed it to her.

This was cut a hundred years ago when she left the Jingge City Jingzhai. Gu Qing's work was safe and meticulous, and he always put it under his pillow.

"It's really dirty." Zhao Layue glanced a little disgustedly, didn't pick it up, directly lit the fire with his fingertips, and burned the braid into blue smoke.

No matter it is the hair cut, the peach blossom at the entrance of Shuiyue Temple, or the Begonia strain, you can do it, but Qingshan still has to return it.

A group left Jingyuan and went to Yunji Town.

The restaurant, which has been in existence for more than two hundred years, has no longer made any other dishes, only made all kinds of hot pot.

With the protection of Gu's family, as well as the support of tourists from all over the world, even practitioners, the restaurant's business is naturally good and unimaginable, but today it is natural to dare to take up any business.

Regrettably, everyone in Jingyuan had just eaten a hot pot today. The shopkeeper could only kneel on the ground and watched the figures disappear from their eyes with great disappointment.

Coming outside a house, Jing Jiu glanced at the carriage inside the courtyard wall and continued walking forward.

Although he didn't control the sword, he only walked with his feet. With the current state of mind for everyone, it only took a short time to cross the long mountain road and came to the Nanshan Gate.

The thick fog disappeared without the wind. The simple or even humble stone door appeared in front of everyone. A famous deacon under the door sat at the table and took a nap, but it was not the same one.

Jing Jiu didn't disturb the man. He walked under the stone gate, and the mountain breeze flicked the white clothes slightly, like clouds and mist.

Zhao Layue held Ada, and everyone followed.

Not far from the Nanshan Gate is the Nansong Pavilion. At that time, Jing Jiu was the outside gate practicer here-if he can sleep, he can be counted as a practicer.

There are green pine like umbrellas everywhere in Yaping. The diligent outside disciples are sitting under Panasonic, and the white hot fog is on the top of the head. Sometimes in the deep of the pine forest, you can hear the practice of boxing like shouting.

He did not meet those young outside disciples, nor did he have any interest in directing their practice, and went directly through the pine forest to the small building.

Many years ago, he went back to Castle Peak once and walked like this, just like a male lion inspecting his territory. What is he going to do today?

Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu looked at each other nervously.

Guarding Xiaolou was an elder Shi Yuefeng, looking at the crowd who had broken into the building, he was about to drink a few words, suddenly looked at Jing Jiu's face, rubbed his eyes subconsciously, and then called out, then Bye bye.

Jing Jiu waved his hand to signal him, and put his hands up to watch the portraits in the building.

From the beginning of Qingshan sending ancestors, I have always seen the real ancestors of the ancestors of the ancestors, and the real person of Shen Shen, followed by ... Taiping real people and himself.

The portrait of Liu Ci is at the end.

Jing Jiu stood in front of this portrait for a while, and suddenly pointed to the two previous portraits and said, "Both were removed."

The elder Shi Yuefeng was shocked, but he did not dare to object, shaking his hands to take off the portrait, and then asked, "The real man, this ..."

Jing Jiu said, "Who is dead between me and him in a few days, hang up again."

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There is a mountain outside the city of Shangzhou, which has little reputation and no scenery. It is a dozen ordinary farmers, each surrounded by a yard, quite old and dead.

In the most secluded and remote farmyard, there is a stone mill in disrepair.Yinfeng stood on the stone mill, quite powerful, but only one tail feather was missing, and looked pitiful, like a rooster crowing every morning, but suddenly realized that the sun had not risen for several days.

"Why! Why is his luck so good! Why is he winning again this time!"

Yinfeng began to pace on the stone mill, and seemed quite anxious, like a tiger trapped in a cage for many years, and his voice became sharper and harsher: "It ’s clear that the real person knows everything, let Primary 4 become the master, only It will take more than ten years for us to return to the Green Mountain, regain control of power in secret, North Dangzhongzhou, Nanping Guocheng, and then hold the Chaoge City in our hands, and the Chaotian Continent is ours ... but why is he at this time Wake up! And so powerful! "

"Bah!" Ancestor Xuanyin spit on the ground, cleared his throat again, and continued to nibble with an oily bone.

Yinfeng glanced at him with disgust, and said, "How can you even get a mouthful of this kind of meat? It's disgusting! Seeing how hard you eat yourself, can't you throw it away?"

Patriarch Xuanyin put the bones in his hand on the stone mill and gasped for two breaths. He said: "I don't have a good mouth now, so I have a bad appetite, otherwise how can I not eat it?"

Yin Feng sarcastically said: "Have you ever seen such a stupid evil demon head, that is everything! You dare to swallow, such a big hole in your stomach, how is your stomach good?"

Xuanyin Patriarch said seriously: "I am different from you. It is not the impact of the injury, but ... some are old."

Hearing these two words, Yin Feng fell silent, and looked at him with more pity.

It is a castle guarded by Castle Peak, Shou Yuan is long, and there are still many years of good life, but Xuanyin's ancestor ... is really very old.

The farm yard became very quiet, and the wind blew from the west, dimming the twilight and making the sky full of stars.

The ancestor Xuanyin looked at the big locust tree outside the courtyard and sighed in the old voice: "True man, I haven't been in a few years. I have been following you in the world for so long. When will it be a head?"

A young man was sitting on the top of Dahuai tree. The red dress was particularly striking in the remaining twilight, as if it was going to burn.

His left arm has been restored as before, but he looks abnormally white and tender, like a newborn baby, and like a lotus root just dug out of the mud.

I don't know if this is the magical power brought by feathering, even the injuries caused by all things and one sword can be cured.

"Yeah, when will it be on that day?"

Yinsan squatted on the top of the tree, took a stone in his hand, and slammed into a mouse in the field.

Looking at the scene, Xuanyin Patriarch and Yinfeng glanced at each other, feeling extremely puzzled and worried.