The Path Toward Heaven

Yin Feng looked back at him, not understanding what he wanted to say.

"Actually, from the perspective of the monk, there is nothing wrong with my thoughts, but why are there not many people who support me? Because they fear the unknown? No, it is because they have too much known." Yin San withdrew his eyes. , Looking at the Liu clan ancestral hall in the distance: "The monks who can not ascend, often leave their own blood, even my two good disciples are not exempt, how could they watch these clan and their descendants be I kill?

Ancestor Xuanyin touched his head and said, "It's normal."

Yin San glanced at him and asked, "What about you?"

The ancestor Xuanyin still has decades of Shouyuan left, but he has no intention of leaving blood descendants. He said: "I heard that the guy Su Ziye did well in the west."

Yin Feng mocked and said: "You actually put your hopes on a disciple who dares to betray you?"

Ancestor Xuanyin sneered and said, "Where does your bird understand the meaning of human heritage?"

Yin San smiled and continued: "Liu Ci's ancestor is Liu Ci's younger brother. Liu Ci is arranged in this small mountain village for the sake of future generations to avoid misfortune, just want them to survive. Whoever thought of a Liu Ten years old. After Liu Ci's death, no one left it. This is what it looks like now. I don't know where it is worse than the Yuan family in Lelang County. "

Yinfeng listened to the voice from the ancestral hall and shook her head in disgust, saying, "I don't know what it means for them to live like this."

Yin San said: "It seems that mortals who live like this in such a turbulent life are really not interesting and useful."

After saying this, he picked up a small pebble on the ground and bounced out.

The door of the farmhouse is closed.

The small stone landed on the door and made a snapping sound.

There was a flower on the door, which was a wooden thorn that sputtered.

The small stone broke through the door and continued to move forward in the night sky, encountering the tree by the pond.

Many years ago, Jing Jiu once lay here and taught Liu Shisui Qingshan Sect's mind-set here.

There was another snapping sound, the bark cracked, the sawdust flew across, and a penetrating hole appeared.

Little Stone continued to fly forward.

Fly over the rice field that was cut like the head of Xuanyin's ancestor.

Fly over the woods like a phoenix tail feathers.

A small hole was punched in the ancestral plaque.

Through the light in the ancestral hall.

The cry of the widow showing her naked body through the tattered clothes.

Through those sights staring at her body full of justice and malice.

Walk through the weak breath of the dying worker who has fallen in the pool of blood.

The deepest and highest point in the ancestral hall.

There is a Taishi chair.

The old lady of the Liu nationality sat on the chair.

There was another snapping sound.

Grandpa Liu's eyebrows appeared a blood hole.

A stream of blood slowly flows out.

He slowly fell backwards.

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On the locust tree in Shangzhou, Yin San struck a half-dressed pebble and hit a rat for a day, but none of them could be killed, because he was unwilling.

He is very good at killing people. Whether he wants it or not depends on his mood.

Pappappap!

Little stones flew in this way, leaving countless small holes in the door panel, and leaving countless white lines in the village under the night.

There was no screaming, but there was a cry of exclamation, and there was a sound of running and running, until it was gradually low and then disappeared.

Countless people fell in the Liu's ancestral hall and various houses and fell in the pool of blood.

Yin San clapped his hands and looked again into the distance in the night.

Qingshan Jiufeng is there.

Shangde Peak is the third peak, so my name is Yinsan.

Shenmo Peak is the ninth peak, so your name is Jing Jiu.

This is a new life.

You stepped into a new river.

I shouldn't do this.

I am not Yin San.

I'm still that big river, rushing eastward, mighty, and going against me, I will die.

"Go," he said softly.

Yinfeng didn't dare to fly near the green hill, and fell to the ground, just like a lizard, quickly rushing forward.

Patriarch Xuanyin squatted down and lifted him up.

Castle Peak is still there at night.

They went to the other side.

He never looked back.

From this moment on, he is no longer Yin San.

He is a real person.

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When Liu Shisui rushed back when he received the news, it was already a few days later.

Bang.

Fuji's sword turned into a ray of light, retracted between his wrists, turned into a sword bracelet, and Yu Zi twitched slightly, expressing his uneasiness.

After a few days, the mountain village still smelled of blood. Fortunately, the disciples arrived in time, and the bodies did not rot.

Hundreds of corpses were piled up in the rice fields. There were men and women, old and young, and there was a blood hole in the eyebrows. The picture looked extremely scary.

Whether it was a disciple from Qingshan, a government office in Fuzhou, or an official from Qingtian Division, they were all cleared.

Zhao Layue squatted in front of the bodies and looked at them alone.

Liu Shisui walked behind her, her fists clenched slightly, and said, "Can you still catch up with them?"

Since the death of his parents, he has never returned to the small village and has never seen these relatives.

Maybe some of them have the way to death, but what sin do those children have?

"It's no use catching up." Zhao Layue stood up and said, "Three peers together ... No one can kill them unless the Qingshan Sword Array is used."

Liu Shisui was silent for a while, and said, "I hope they don't get too old and die too early."

Zhao Layue said: "I don't understand why they exposed their whereabouts near Qingshan because Fang Jingtian's affairs vented? Or did he hate Liu Ci so much?"

"Neither." Liu Shisui looked at the corpses in the rice fields and said, "This is a book of war for the son."

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When the autumn wind rises, it first clears and then colds, and the continent is about to usher in another winter.

What happened in Qingshan quickly spread across the mainland. People knew that Fang Jingtian was defeated by Jing Jiujian, and they also knew the bloody incident in that mountain village.It was not until this time that the young disciples of the spiritual circle and the Qingshan Sect finally understood why their teachers were so vigilant when they mentioned Taiping real people, only thinking of killing each other.

This grandpa is really crazy.

Nothing similar happened in the next few days. Taiping real people, Xuanyin ancestors, and Yinfeng disappeared again, and the entire continent became calm, but whether it was Chaoge City or various denomination mountain gates, they smelled the autumn wind. The ominous taste of even the fiery carp king at the bottom of the cold mountain gave a strong warning and swam deep into the magma river until he came to the transparent giant wall separating the world from the underworld.

These ominous smells and warning signs stem from the great murder hidden in the calm.

Just like before the storm, just like before the dawn, just like before the destruction of the world.

Everyone knows what Taiping Real Man must do. The question is where is he now and what is he doing?

Qingshan Sect sent many disciples of Liangwangfeng to search along both sides of the turbid water. As for the rule of not being able to go out of the mountain before breaking the sea, Gu Han forcibly ignored it. Jing Jiu didn't know the reason and chose to ignore it.

In the battle of Chaoge City a hundred years ago, the roller shutter people of the court and Bulao Lin had not intended to cooperate once. After that, the two sides maintained a superficial calm, and this time the calm was also torn.

The roller blind people have secretly collected information for more than 100 years in Gu Qing's instructions. This time, with the help of Qing Tiansi, they have begun another encirclement and suppression, and many of the remaining elders in the various denominations and ministries have been exposed.

From Chaoge City to Guocheng Temple, from Qianli Wind Corridor to Yizhou, countless battles hidden in the night started almost at the same time. I don't know how many people died silently.

But no one could find the real person of Taiping, even no trace at all, he seemed to have disappeared.

After winter, it is naturally spring, and there is a strong wind in the thousands of miles of corridor.

Unlike previous years when people were sheltering from the wind, many denominations and representatives of the imperial court came against the wind and went to Yimaozhai.

Jing Jiu told Liu Shisui in Chaoge City that there was something wrong with Bu Qiuxiao and it was a good thing.

This matter is sanctification.