The Path Toward Heaven

Yinfeng is a guardian of Qingshan, a big thing in the heavens, and a master of the battlefield. It is a remarkable existence.

But no matter how great the existence is, only one corpse remains.

If its corpse can still be kept.

The dead Yinfeng is covered with frost, like a pheasant or golden pheasant just picked from the snowdrift, but the tail is longer.

In the mouths of those diners, now it is just ingredients that can be used to stew soup or deep-fried.

The middle-aged man ignored the diners and continued to walk forward, with annoying voices of inquiry and unwillingness coming from behind.

Those voices became a discussion of the current world situation, from the marriage of the state and the public in Chaoge City, to the new reconstruction of Shangzhou City, and even a few words about the practice of the world.

"I want to inquire about someone." Somehow, the middle-aged man walked back to the food shop door and looked at the few businessmen and asked.

A business man looked at the middle-aged man and said with a smile, "Is the pheasant in your hand for a change?"

The middle-aged man said, "You can't eat, you will die."

The trader smiled with great enthusiasm and said, "The monk of Guocheng Temple also dared to eat meat. Why can't we eat it?"

Another trader saw that the middle-aged person was of extraordinary popularity, obviously not an ordinary hunter, and said in the round circle: "I don't know what your surname is, what should I ask?"

"My name is Xilai ..."

Not waiting for the middle-aged man to finish his speech, the former merchant laughed and said: "Where is this fake name, here is East Yidao, but everyone who comes here comes from the west?"

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The middle-aged man is indeed called Xilai.

Yes, he is the Xihai sword god who has left Chaotian mainland for more than 100 years.

In that faraway continent, he was the chief swordsman of the Holy Court.

He never had a sword for the Holy Court because it was not worth it.

Until a few days ago, he found that the uplifted sea suddenly fell, knowing that something was happening on the mainland of Chaotian, and suddenly moved his heart.

On the sea returning home, he met the Yin Feng who had just died. For some reason, he used great magical power to seal the Yin Feng's body without letting it dissipate between heaven and earth.

What is puzzling is that none of the traders in that restaurant have died.

He went to a sect in Dong Yi Dao and easily inquired about what happened to Chaotian Continent.

He was not interested in the big events that shook the world, whether it was Taiping real people's ambitions, white real people's ambitions or deceived fairies, or the reclamation feats of the last practitioners.

He only cares where Jing Jiu went.

On his return, he just wanted to try the sword with Jing Jiu, but the other party suddenly disappeared. How could this be?

He left Dongyi Road and began to look for Jingjiu in Chaotian Continent, holding the Yinfeng in his hand, looking like a lonely hunter from Jingbei Township.

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The Xihai Sword God was the most powerful practitioner in Chaotian Continent at that time. It was compared with his master Kirishima ancestor Nan, and it seemed to be similar.

If he were not seriously injured by Liu Ci with everything and a sword, how could he leave Chaotian Continent so easily.

After a lapse of more than 100 years, he returned to Chaotian Continent again, not knowing what kind of realm he had reached.

Zhao Layue did not know that such a strong man was looking for Jing Jiu, she was still looking for a way to wake Jing Jiu.

After leaving Juye City, she went to the Three Thousand Yards outside Ohara City.

The teachers and teachers in the temple watched her coming, and quickly withdrew their formations, and even dared not take a look at her.

When she came to the corridor where Chenguang dissipated and walked into the round window Zen room, she put Jing Jiu beside Bai Zao.

Those silkworms were about to dissipate, and Bai Zao's face appeared, still as beautiful and beautiful as those days.

Zhao Layue looked at that face for a long time, and some inexplicable emotions appeared in his heart, but he thought he could not tell clearly.

More than a hundred years have passed since the Battle of Chaoge City, but for her it was only a moment?

She reached out and grabbed her dusty, messy short hair, and stopped thinking about these things. She took off Jing Jiu's clothes roughly and looked at the wound around her waist for a moment. .

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That night, she finished her work, crossed the round window to the lake, reached into the lake and washed it carefully.

Qing'er waved her transparent wings and stopped on a branch by the lake. She looked at her and said, "Are you sure it works?"

Zhao Layue was silent for a while, and said: "If the cause and effect is the line, maybe it can be connected?"

Qing'er said: "You know this is not the case, and should you wash your hands before sewing, instead of washing at this time?"

Zhao Layue waved his hands impatiently, and said, "I wouldn't have been a woman like this. I just sewed it casually. Do you want to count on how beautiful it is?

Qing'er knew that she was in a bad mood, and when she was washing her hands, she wanted to make her happy. She sighed quietly and flew into the Zen room.

She has seen the situation of Jing Jiu. It is indeed different from the time when she slept in Chaoge City. The soul cannot be led to Qingtianjian, and she couldn't find any way in Qingtianjian.

Suddenly there was a sound of falling water outside the window. Qing'er turned his head and saw Zhao Layue jumping into the lake.

She certainly didn't want to commit suicide.

A strong Kendo who breaks the sea peak can't do it if he wants to be drowned by the lake water, even if the lake is Bihu.

Zhao Layue took a bath in the lake seriously, especially his hair was washed very carefully.

Then she sat on the stone bench by the lake with her knees all night.

The next morning, she walked into the Zen room, confirmed that Jing Jiu had no signs of waking up, and said to Qing'er: "Please tell Qingshan, we will go back and send someone to pick up."

Qing'er noticed that her eyes were a little red, and she clearly cried. She dared not say much, and fluttered her wings out of the window.

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The middle-aged man carried the dead Yinfeng and estimated Jing Jiu's whereabouts while walking on Chaotian Continent.

When he walked outside Chaoge City, he glanced at the wildflowers and he understood Jing Jiu's present situation.

The one who could solve the problem was in the snowfield, and he went to the snowfield, just passing the Ohara Castle.

There were traces of blue birds flying in the sky. He looked up and said, "It's here."

Following the stream to the end, he walked into the temple and saw the solitary tomb. Some did not understand why a mortal would be buried here.

The large array of three thousand courtyards naturally produced a sense of breath, from the flowers and trees on the lake to the bluestone in front of the bridge.

However, those breaths did not touch his body at all, so they were all shredded.

Zhao Layue appeared on the side of the bridge, looking at the figure of the middle-aged man, his expression changed slightly, tearing off his sleeves and tying his hair into a small lip, walking towards the bridge.

"You're back?"

The middle-aged man said, "Yes."

Feeling the mighty sword between heaven and earth, and listening to these two simple conversations, the teachers and princes in Antang guessed the identity of this middle-aged man and shouted in shock: "Xihai sword god! You are still alive! "

"He is still alive, just call me Xilai."

Middle-aged people look to the Zen room over the bridge.

Zhao Layue was a little surprised by his reaction. He looked at him carefully. He didn't know what he was thinking. His eyes suddenly became brighter and asked, "Your realm is higher than before?"

Xilai looked at her bright, mirror-like eyes and raised her eyebrows slightly, saying: "Your talent is indeed extremely high, but it is far from my opponent. The fighting in this situation is almost rude."

"I didn't want to fight you." Zhao Layue looked at him with expectation and said: "You are so high now, is there any way to wake him up?"

West came a little speechless, thinking of the few traders of Dongyi Road, thinking that he hadn't come back for more than a hundred years, are the people on the heavenly continent crazy?