The Path Toward Heaven

Starting from this morning, Yin San squatted on the treetop to hit the mouse. The red dress was full of rubble, and now only a small half was left.

He didn't use any supernatural powers or swordsmanship, but just threw stones there.

Even if it is hit, it will not let those mice really hurt, but he will laugh happily, if he does not hit, he will never have a defeated and happy look on his face, very angry, Even swear words.

Xuanyin Patriarch and Yinfeng even worried that he was confused because of the frustration of Chaoge City.

Fortunately, at this time, he took the words of Xuanyin's ancestors. It seems that these two words are not only to Yinfeng, but also to him.

Yinsan stood up, shook his clothes, sprinkled the remaining gravel under the locust tree, and flew into the night sky.

The sound of dozens of stones falling to the ground sounded.

He has flown hundreds of back and forth in the night sky.

Flying in red, like dancing wings, drew hundreds of lines that were difficult to understand on a black background, and finally superimposed and combined into an extremely complex pattern.

With the power of Xuanyin's ancestors and Yinfeng's knowledge, I can't see the meaning of this pattern.

"I can't understand why I will lose all the time and lose again and again."

Yin San fell in the farmyard, took the cup of green liquor from the ancestor, and took a sip. The beautiful and clean face showed a satisfied look. After a moment, he said: "It can never be because of me Is it wrong to drink? "

This joke is not funny, but Xuanyin Patriarch and Yinfeng both laughed at the venue.

"Whether it is the game of the West Sea, or the two games before and after the Chaoge City, I have agreed with Emperor Xiao, and there is no problem in terms of strategy or details."

Yin San smiled and said, "However, we just picked some small bargains in the Battle of Yuntai, and the rest were losers. Why? Because we met Tong Yan's kid in the Xihai Bureau, Chaoge City woke up again in March. Come, and then he will wake himself up. "

Ancestor Xuanyin said: "Luck, I insist that this is luck."

Yin San took another drink and said, "If his luck can last for so long in this life, it is luck, what are we fighting for?"

Yin Feng uttered an unconvinced whistle, saying: "The situation is not bad now. There are so many young people in Qingshan who support real people. If the two parties really come together, we will also have an advantage."

Yin San drank the remaining wine from the glass and looked to the south in the dark night, said indifferently: "But if everything in this life has already been calculated by him in advance, are you sure we still have the advantage?"

Xuanyin Patriarch shook his head and said: "Liu Ci and Yuan Qi whale have left one after another ... Even if this matter is irreversible, what about March? If he can count everything, would he just watch this happen, but nothing happened? Don't do it? Isn't such a ruthlessness even more terrifying than us evil people? "

Yin San said: "Aren't these four words" Desperate and Destructive "the most suitable for him? He was a very selfish monk in the past. He only asked for the road, not the rest ... Of course these are just speculations."

Ancestor Xuanyin said, "What the hell do real people want to say?"

Yin San smiled and said: "I want to know how he lived in this life, why is it better than the luck of the previous life."

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If you want to know how a person's life is, the best way is not to read his biography or listen to the descriptions of those who have seen him, but to go to the place where he was born and grow up to see for himself .

After a lapse of many years, Yinsan returned to Qingshan ... not far from Yunji Town.

This time he was alone.

He ate a hot pot at that famous restaurant very seriously, and found that it was not the taste of the year. Then he remembered that he was not the same as himself. The taste has changed a lot.

In that box that year, the underworld demon he possessed was seized by Zhao Layue with a sword rope, and then killed by a flying sword.

Thinking about the past, he threw the chopsticks on the table with some depression, rolled up his sleeves, and looked at his left hand.

At that time, the sword was the Firth sword.

The sword cable in the old plum garden in Chaoge City was still the Forth sword.

People can't step into the same river, but they can be tied twice by the same sword. Could the same thing happen again?

After leaving the restaurant, he went to Jingyuan outside the town, of course, did not give money.

The fog outside the garden was very dense, and the practitioners were still waiting outside. He directly broke through the fog and landed on the flowers and trees by the stream. Of course, there was no alarm.

Smelling the faint smell of hot pot, he slightly wrinkled his nose and muttered to himself: "How can you teach so many apprentices who love hot pot?"

The next moment he sneered and said: "After all, you still have to learn me."

After leaving Jingyuan, he went to Gu's house, stole the carriage, leaned comfortably on the cushion, looked at the light from the skylight, and kept drinking the fine wine that would change in the wall in a short time.

The wheels rolled against the bluestone slabs, and they went all the way into the mountains, and came to a very remote mountain village.

According to the truth, such a remote mountain village has no reason to build such a straight and spacious road, but this mountain village is very special.

Standing on the cliff outside the village, Yin San narrowed his eyes and looked at the fields below. I saw the golden fields of rice fields, and it was time to harvest.

There are many large houses in the mountain village. From time to time, you can see the presence of Zhuang Wu ’s family. Obviously not ordinary people.

He walked into the village and found a short, old farmer in the field. With a friendly and harmless face, he learned a lot about the situation.

About one hundred and fifty years ago, a fairy master came to this small mountain village and took away two very talented children.

What happened later, the people in the village were not very clear, only that one of the children finally became a very powerful figure in a certain family.

That child's surname is Liu.

The parents of the surnamed child of Liu were taken care of by the fairy master, who lived for more than 100 years and gave birth to many children.

For the sake of the fairy master, whether it is the court or other large households, these Liu's children are naturally highly respected, and they dare not offend.

In this way, the Liu family has now become the leading large household in the state capital. This mountain village has become the private property of the Liu family. The original families have either moved or become the servants of the Liu family.

"This Liu family is so powerful?" Yin San asked.

The short, thin old man picked up a cloth towel, wiped off the sweat on his dark face, and pointed to the rice field in front of him.

Yin San said: "This kind of big family has done a lot of pickles ..."

Waiting for him to finish talking, the short and thin old man's eyes were full of horror, and he waved his hand and said, "I don't know anything!"

Yin San smiled and said: "Just talk casually, why should Mr. Zhang be so careful."

Where the slender old man dared to take his word, waved him away.

Yin San was about to leave. Suddenly thinking about the rumor in the spiritual world, he said, "Lao Zhang, is it difficult to learn such things as farming?"

The short, thin old man didn't understand what he meant, saying, "What's so hard about farming?"

Yinsan came to Xingzhi and said, "Can you trouble me to teach me farming?"

The short, thin old man was even more confused, looking at his red clothes and saying, "Aren't you singing?"

Yin San couldn't help laughing, and said: "It can also be said that singing is a fake trick, I want to learn the real trick."

The eyes of the short, thin old man suddenly became a little muddy, and he woke up again the next moment, completely forgetting why he was taught this, and asked, "What do you want to learn?"

Yin San said: "Anything is fine."

The short old man asked, "What will you do?"

Yin San said seriously: "Nothing."

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In the sunshine, Xijianxi is like a golden whip held in the hands by the peaks of the Qingshan Mountains. At this time, it is extremely calm, and it seems that it may break up at any time.

Numerous light spots suddenly appeared on the surface of the stream. It wasn't that the koi in the stream knew many years in advance that a very powerful senior would come to express his joy, but the projection of countless sword lights in the sky.

Countless sword lights rose from the peaks and came over Xijianxi, and then quickly fell. The scene was extremely shocking. The young men and women in the Xijian Pavilion were pale and could not speak.

The figures of Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue appeared in the lower stream.

"Welcome the head of the real person to return to the mountain!"

There are people everywhere on Xijian Creek and between the two cliffs.

The voice echoed between the peaks of the Qingshan Mountains, and it didn't disappear for a long time. The iron eagle on Yunxing Peak broke into the sky. The monkeys of Shiyue Peak began to yell.

Jing Jiu looked to the distant Shiyue Peak and raised his eyebrows slightly, so the noise of the monkeys stopped abruptly.

Real person Guangyuan smiled bitterly thinking that everything was true. Uncle Xiao really did not like his monkey, and said to Jing Jiuxing: "Lu Guangyuan has seen Uncle Shi."

Zhao Layue raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Brother?"

Real person Guangyuan was stunned before she understood what she meant, and smiled bitterly again, then solemnly said: "See the real person in charge."