The Path Toward Heaven

Jing Jiu was awake in the meditation room and never died.

Xilai held the Yinfeng Wujian by the lake and said nothing.

Under such a background, Yuan Qu and Zhuo Rusui walked in with a tea set and holding a hot pot. This picture is ridiculous.

Zhao Layue was very calm and asked, "Why did you come so late?"

The Jade Bird News came back, Guangyuan Real and Nan forgot to come, Aoyama Sword Boat came, the house by the lotus pond was repaired, these two guys came over.

Yuanqu carried an iron kettle, bowed to salute, and looked like a man in a teahouse: "Master, we went to find something."

The hot pot is boiling, and the coal inside is glowing red. I can imagine how hot it is. Zhuo Rusui is not afraid, and still feels awkward. He said: "It will take some time for the soup to boil!"

Zhao Layue knew their thoughts, and waved their hands to signal themselves to go to the gallery and set the table.

Yuan Qu put the iron kettle and tea cups on the floor under the gallery, ran to the teacher to ask for a small stove, and began to make tea.

Zhuo Rusui put down the hot pot and went to borrow tables and chairs, sighing all the way.

Xilai listened to the movement, walked across the Zen room from the lake to the corridor, looked at the lively scene, raised his eyebrows slightly, and didn't know what everyone was doing.

Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu came to know that Xihai Sword God was here, and the realm was even more unfathomable than at that time. At this time, when they saw each other appearing, they suddenly became two wooden men, standing under the corridor, motionless and full. God's Morpheus as a school.

Xi looked at Zhuo Rusui and said it was good. Then he looked at Yuanqu and said it was ordinary.

Although the opponent is the enemy of Qingshan Sect, after all, it is the Xihai sword god. Zhuo Rusui raised his eyebrows with pride while the world-renowned swordsman, Yuanqu is the same expression, and I have long been used to this sense of frustration.

Zhao Layue said, "The soup is about to be dried."

Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu awakened, and did not care about the pressure and tension on the side of the strong enemy, and quickly continued their work.

Not long afterwards, the aroma of tea gradually rose and the aroma of meat overflowed.

After Zhao Layue had eaten for a while, Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu began to use chopsticks as a sword to grab meat. At the next time in the corridor, Jian Guang rose up and cut the twilight, so it was lively.

Seemingly lively, with their own deep meaning, they are eating meat while paying attention to the movements in the Zen room.

Unfortunately, Jing Jiu still did not wake up.

Suddenly dozens of sword strings fell, condensed into silk, and fell on the bridge.

Accompanied by the sound of the silver bell, Nan Wang came to Sanqianyuan. She didn't even look at Xilai. She walked to the table without expression, and took the chopsticks that Zhuo Rusui respectfully handed over and started eating meat.

A moment later, Zhuo Rusui didn't know where to find a bottle of wine, and his hands were before her.

She opened the hip flask, took two sips, got up and looked into the window, and found that Jing Jiu was still awake.

Zhao Layue had already finished eating at this time, holding a cup of tea, and leaning between his lips seemed to drink non-drinking.

During the whole process, no one spoke. The corridor was so quiet, only the sound of boiling red soup and the sound of tea gurgle in the iron pot could be heard.

Xilai vaguely understood something, shook his head, and walked back to the lake holding Yinfeng's body.

I do n’t know how long it took. Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu finally put down their chopsticks and looked at Zhao Layue, saying, “We ca n’t eat any more.”

Zhao Layue was silent for a while, and said, "Isn't this enough?"

Zhuo Rusui said: "Should it be replaced with white soup?"

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Regardless of red soup or white soup, as long as it can cook hot pot is good soup.

Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu lived in Sanqianyuan, and they used the remaining hot pot soup to make three bowls of noodles that night.

Accompanied by starry sky, eating red oil noodles, and listening to Zhao Layue's trip to the snow field, their mood is no longer so anxious, and they have no initial vigilance and fear for the terrible strongman holding a chicken and a sword at the lake .

After a few days, the que que came.

She knew the news of her husband in Jingzong and hurried over the night. Jingzong was not too far from Ohara Castle, so she arrived fairly quickly.

After listening to Yuan Qu, she said: "I also made some preparations."

Looking at the chessboard and two pieces of chess pieces she brought out, Zhuo Rusui couldn't help but lifted her lips slightly, mockingly said: "I said Shimei ... How do you think a faint person plays chess with you? Or you want to let The head listens to the sound of your pawns? "

The voice fell, and the wooden door of Sanqianyuan was knocked again. This time it was Tong Yan.

Zhao Layue knew that he had gone to the Underworld as Jing Jiu had instructed, and did a lot of things. Looking at his pale face, he said, "You are too hurt, can you do it?"

Tong Yan calmly said: "Playing chess and vomiting blood, that is the picture in the story."

Zhao Layue didn't say anything. He thought about who almost died after playing chess in Chaoge City more than 100 years ago?

Jingle bells, crackles, the sound of black and white pieces falling on the board is diverse and nice, just like the rain of different sizes falling in the tank in front of the gallery.

Tong Yan and Qin Niang are undoubtedly the second and third person on the chessboard of the continent. If you let the world know that they are playing in this round window meditation room, they will inevitably be excited and ca n’t wait for years of life in exchange for watching. However, only Jing Jiu and Bai Zao, who are sleeping, can see this match.

Zhao Layue, Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu were not interested in playing chess like this, sitting under the gallery, holding a tea cup in his hand, watching the light rain silently dazed.

Xilai glanced at the beginning of the game and returned to the lake with Yin Feng's body.

Zhao Layue looked at Yu Si, and suddenly said, "They are really similar."

Zhuo Rusui knew that she was talking about Xihai Jianshen and the real person in charge. After a moment of silence, she said, "Yeah, it's a bit troublesome."

Yuan Qu looked back at them and vaguely understood the meaning.

When the rain stopped, the game was over, Tong Yan stood up, quietly watching Bai Zao in the sleep for a long time, then walked out of the Zen room and said to Zhao Layue: "Or try Jing Yunzhong ? "

Xi Lai's emotionally unsound voice came from outside the round window: "No, his soul will disperse."

Tong Yan said: "There is no other way, unless he wants to wake up."

West said: "Kill him."

"No!" Zhao Layue and others said in unison.

The mother-in-law, who was holding a wet towel and was about to wipe Jing Jiu's face, stared at the back of the lake, his face full of vigilance.

"Then I'm gone." Tong Yan walked over to the bridge, suddenly stopped on the bridge, turned around and looked at Zhao Layue and asked, "He asked me to return to Zhongzhou School ... do you know?"

Zhao Layue said: "You were originally a disciple of Zhongzhou School."

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On the third day after Tong Yan's departure, Gu Qing finally managed a large number of subordinate household chores in Chaoge City and rushed to Dayuan City.

He walked into the round window meditation room, stared at the tall backside of the lake for a long time, and found that he could not see any problems. Then he turned to look at the tit mother who was cleaning Jing Jiu's feet.

Jing Jiu slept in Chaoge City for a hundred years. He and Liu Shisui do this every day. Naturally, they are very familiar with it and carefully tell the bird how to do it.

When he came to the gallery, he saw many problems.

The first is that the tea brewed in Yuanqu is too strong, and although the Junshan Yinmei used is expensive, it is not Master ’s favorite Xiaoya.

Secondly, Zhuo Rusui ’s hot pot tastes too strong, but the butter is too little, the boiling soup is not covered with oil, and various dishes rise up to the sky. Mixing them together will obviously make Master unhappy.

When it comes to making tea or making hot pot, who can do better than Mormofeng?

So the iron pot was carefully cleaned from the inside out, soaked in the Xiaoya tea sent by Shi Yuefeng overnight, the hot pot also changed its style, and it was accompanied by various dishes prepared by Gu's family.

The same thing was done again, but the people in the room still did not wake up.

Gu Qing grabbed the bottom of the bowl with three fingers of his left hand, and looked at the green leaves in the white soup, which remained silent for a long time.

In order to refine the immortal knowledge left by the white blade in the Xianlu, Jing Jiu slept in the Guocheng Temple for six years.

Later, he forcibly crossed the border and killed Baidou's avatar with the Qingshan sword array. He slept in Chaoge City for more than 100 years.

Logically speaking, he should have been used to it for a long time. The problem is that he clearly perceives that Master ’s deep sleep is very different from the past few times.

No breathing, no heartbeat, no trace of heating, how is this different from the dead?

Not knowing what happened to him, Gu Qing's face showed a decisive look, he put the bowl on the table with a snap, turned and entered the Zen room again.

With another snap, he knelt in front of the bed and said to Jing Jiu: "Master, when I go back, I will make it clear to the queen mother and peach. Let them choose for themselves. What do you think?"

Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu suddenly changed color because there was too much information hidden in this seemingly simple sentence.

Zhao Layue picked out the green vegetable with the edge burned and threw it on the table, said without expression: "Keep eating."

Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu looked at each other and said nothing.

Unfortunately, Jing Jiu didn't wake up even though this was the case.

Gu Qing walked out of the Zen room, Zhuo Rusui patted his shoulder, said with emotion: "You really did your best."

"This is what I promised Master."

After saying this, he walked across the bridge to the lone tomb, stood silently for a while, and said, "The painting in your house was made by someone I found. Senior March, speaking, we are somewhat similar. "

He knew that Li Gongzi in Ohara City was buried in this solitary tomb.

He wiped his eyes and left the three thousand courtyards.

The universe front left a cold sword light in the night.

Zhuo Rusui stood under the gallery, watching the fading sword light, not knowing what he was thinking.

Xilai's voice rang from the lake: "His talent is not as good as yours."

Zhuo Rusui raised his eyebrows with pride and said, "That is of course."

Xilai went on to say: "But if it is the head, I also choose him."

Zhuo Rusui's brow suddenly fell.

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A few days later, Liu Shisui finally rushed to the 3,000 courtyards.

Looking at the dark-skinned young scholar, I don't know how many people heard the same voice in their hearts: what came is finally here.

Qin Niang shouldn't spit out her heart, and drew Zhuo Rusui's and Yuanqu's glorious eyes, thinking that she had done so many hot pots and soaked the pot while risking beheaded by Xihai Jianshen Tea, is it all in vain?

Even Zhao Layue's expectations for Liu Shisui were different, and he asked directly, "What are your ideas?"

Liu Shisui arrived the latest because he was farthest away.

These days, he and his classmates at Yi Mao Zhai used runes to strengthen the seabed at the maelstrom, consuming a lot of spirit and vitality, and his face was extremely pale, and the whole person lost a few circles.

Hearing Zhao Layue's words, he suddenly turned around and left the 3,000 courtyard.