The Path Toward Heaven

Along the mountain road formed by the stream, Liu Shisui swept forward quickly, like a dust dragon, and it only took dozens of breaths to reach the lotus lake.

Qingshan Sect moved a few temples here, looking at the beautiful scenery, he was naturally not interested, and did not go to see Guangyuan real person and Nan Wang, but directly found Nanshan.

When he heard his request, Guo Nanshan couldn't help but glance at Gu Han and said, "It actually made you guess."

Gu Han made people go to Jianzhou to remove a bundle of bamboo.

Looking at the bundle of bamboos, Liu Shisui was very surprised and thanked Gu Han for his earnest salute.

These bamboos were planted in the Tianguang Peak. More than a hundred years have passed. His former master Bai Rujing also died in the sword prison, but those bamboos are still there, and the old bamboo died and regenerated Hsinchu, A few clumps of bamboo are about to turn into a sea of ​​bamboo.

Looking at Liu Shisui who left carrying the bundle of bamboos, thinking about those days, it was cold feelings like Gu Han, but he couldn't help but sigh.

Liu Shisui carried the bamboo and returned to the 3,000 courtyards at a faster rate. He took out the Guancheng pen, cut the twigs from above, and began to make bamboo chairs.Fuji's sword buzzed on his wrist, indicating that he was the sharpest fairy sword in the world-except for the one lying in the Zen room-why don't you use Guancheng pen?

"The pen tip is softer and does not need to be polished again." Liu Shisui explained patiently, but his movements did not stop.

Many years ago, in the small mountain village, he saw that his son had made a bamboo chair once, and he never forgot that his craft was getting better and better. Even Xue Ji in Jian Hei also appreciated his skill.It didn't take long for a brand new bamboo chair to be completed, no difference from the one that was often seen on Shenmofeng.

Zhuo Rusui had to lie down subconsciously, only to see Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui's gaze stopped, and innocently explained: "I just want to try lying for the head."

Liu Shisui ignored him, walked into the Zen room and hugged Jing Jiu, came to the corridor, and gently placed him on the bamboo lounge chair.

Qin Niang looked at the cracked floor under his feet and asked with some surprise: "How did Mr. become so heavy?"

Zhuo Rusui said: "This shows that he really fell asleep."

Yuan Qu quickly pulled him aside and said, "What do you eat at midnight?"

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Jing Jiu quietly lay on the bamboo chair with his eyes closed, as if falling asleep.

But he didn't breathe, no heartbeat, no body temperature.

Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui stood on both sides of the bamboo chair and looked at his face seriously and intently, without moving away for a moment.

From early morning to evening, the color and brightness of sunlight changed several times, and Jing Jiu's eyelashes did not blink.

In the meantime, Yuan Qu carefully advised whether Master should try to sit on the bamboo chair. Zhao Layue actually adopted his advice, but Jing Jiu still did not wake up.

Zhuo Rusui suddenly said: "But the head seems to really like lying on the bamboo chair. Do you think his expression is more relaxed than before?"

Qin Niang and Yuan Qu looked at each other and said in surprise: "It seems that this is true, and the eyebrows are not wrinkled."

Liu Shisui was also very happy to listen. Only Zhao Layue was silent, knowing that it was only the reason for the poor indoor and outdoor sky.

Jing Jiu didn't wake up, but with this bamboo chair, he didn't need to continue lying on the couch side by side with Bai Zao.

No matter when it was windy or when it was raining, he lay quietly on the bamboo chair and felt the world under the corridor.

Two days later, the spring became more exhausted, the summer became more intense, and the sunlight became very hot. Everyone knew that Jing Jiu didn't like it, so he moved him back into the quiet Zen room.

The sound of silver bells ringing in the sky, everyone thought it was Nan Wang who came to rub the hot pot and watch Jing Jiu again, but it was a white light that fell.

Finally, this time is really finally ... Ada is here.

A Da fell on the bamboo chair and watched the Xihai Sword God outside the round window with his white hair erected, just like a dandelion about to explode, always ready to escape with the wind.

Xilai turned to look at the white cat.

Ada gave a soft meow, saying that you want to fight with him and wait for him to wake up, then I ’ll forget it.

Xilai didn't expect that the legendary Qingshan guard was so afraid of death that he nodded with a smile.

A Dacai was too lazy to care whether this was mocking or polite, and was sure that the other party would not kill himself with a sword, and then slowly walked into Jing Jiu's arms and lay on his stomach carefully.

This picture looks very beautiful and very peaceful, just like in the royal palace in the summer afternoon, a beautiful princess who fell asleep holding a white cat was sleeping.

But for Ada, maintaining a posture for a long time is really boring.

It missed some of its accessories, toys, and companions, the strange snow beetle called Cicada.

Suddenly, he saw the blue bird on the branch outside the window, and his eyes suddenly became brighter.

Jade Bird's eyes did not fluctuate, and he said, "You try."

Ada has dealt with Jade Bird, knowing that the other party is the true treasure of Tianbao, he ca n’t catch it. I thought you wo n’t fight but you wo n’t get hurt. What happened?

The warm and even slightly hot weather, the dark and quiet Zen room, it is easy to make people sleepy, and it is easy to make people feel uncomfortable.

A Da thought happily, suddenly saw Bai Zao's beautiful face close to him, his eyes lit up again, and he wanted to jump over, suddenly looked back outside the door, and finally gave up the idea, He was lying on the lifeless Jing Jiu anxiously.

There is a hot pot outside the door.

Zhao Layue, Yuan Qu, Zhuo Rusui and Liu Shisui were eating hot pot, but they didn't play mahjong.

At that time, Shang Defeng's atmosphere of eating hot pot and playing mahjong was the only one in this generation.

The Sanqianyuan now seems to have turned into a sacred peak.

People at the end of God's Peak have such a skill.

In the distant green mountains, Ping Yongjia stood on the cliff of Jianfeng, listening to the voice of the iron eagle, imagining the picture of the Sanqianyuan at this time, yearning for it and being extremely sad, saying: "I want to eat hot pot, too I also want to see your old man, but I dare not. "

Xilai took Yinfeng ’s body away from the lake and came to the corridor. He looked down and ignored himself. Several people who kept their heads down and ate hot pot said, “I do n’t understand, how can Jingyang live like you? successor."

From the beginning, Yuan Qu and Zhuo Rusui brought iron pots and holding hot pots to this temple. He has been observing the disciples of these gods.

Zhuo Rusui used chopsticks to pull in the red soup and said, "Who can think of it?"

Yuanqu took a piece of fat intestine and threw it into his mouth to chew, saying, "I can't understand it."

Zhao Layue stretched out his chopsticks to block Zhuo Rusui's chopsticks and ignored Xi's question.Liu Shisui put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth clean, and pointed to the body of Yinfeng in his arms. "Senior, I still hope you can respect the guards I sent me, although I can't beat you."

Xilai looked at Jing Jiu on the bamboo chair in the Zen room and said, "I am a kind of person with him, so I don't understand that he will do such boring things as salvation."

This question does not need to be answered because he already has an answer.

West said: "In the beginning, I thought it was because of March, and now it seems to be all of you."

Zhao Layue and others put down their chopsticks and looked at him.

"I am the point of all my cause and effect ... I have heard this saying from Jingyang."

West came to look away and looked at them and said, "You are also their cause and effect, including those outside, so he will be like him now."

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For this kind of cause and effect, some can try to deduce calculations, more often it is impossible to calculate clearly, or even even the parties themselves can't remember clearly.

For example, Zhuo Rusui still remembers the joy of heaven and earth aura coming along with the wind when he followed Jing Jiu Xiu, but he had long forgotten that joy happened at the peak of a snowy mountain, and there was a mountain named Xuan Tian under that mountain. Zong's little school.

There is a very interesting phenomenon in the practice community of Chaotian mainland. The more famous the sect name is, the more common and low-key is. Names, such as Sanqing School, Tongtianjiao, Xuantianzong.

However, Xuan Tianzong appeared an excellent talent named Zhou Yunmu more than a hundred years ago. He actually reached the infancy by virtue of his own practice, and later passed the master to his disciple Lu in order to break through the retreat again. Nowadays, Lu Jin's talents for spiritual practice are quite good, and the two masters and apprentices have encountered adventures later.

The period of transspiring is the beginning of breaking the sea. At this level, it can be an elder level figure in the Qingshan Sect and the Zhongzhou School. For those ordinary practitioners, it is even more difficult to shake the mountain, so Xuantian Zong gradually developed over the years and became an influential sect in northern Henan.

The higher the status and the stronger the ability, the greater the responsibility. Even if you can't afford those commitments, you will have to take care of the things you care about.

This summer, of course, Xuan Tianzong disciples discussed the most important events in the practice world.

"You haven't seen the grandeur of reclamation. It's really spectacular. Now you are just a little worried. What if the Underworld recovers its strength and hits the ground?"

"You haven't fought in more than 700 years, so why worry about these."

"That's because the Emperor Hades is imprisoned in Zhenmo Hei, who can control the Underworld now?"

"It's so ignorant, don't you know that the new Emperor Hades is a real student of Jingyang? Qingshan Zong is inconvenient to say, but who doesn't know?"

With the passage of time, the turmoil caused by the Taiping and Baizhen people to the Chaotian Continent gradually subsided, and the passages to the underworld everywhere stabilized again. The disaster on the side of the underworld is also being resolved, but it is shocking and disturbing to everyone. Those re-stabilized passages to the underworld lost their barriers and became unimpeded.

"It turned out to be so! Now the snowfield is also very calm, which is a really good day."

"Real Taiping, Xuanyin Patriarch, Emperor Xiao ... Bai Zhenren are dead, of course Taiping."

"I don't think so. I heard that there is a force over Lengshan who is competing with the Kunlun faction for the underground spirit."

"I heard that the leader was the young master of the Xuanyin Sect a hundred years ago, and I don't understand why the headmaster would make us choose to ignore, and even ... secretly helped each other a few times."

"Mo said to us that even the Wind Sword Sect was secretly helping there ... Now it seems that the Kunlun School can't really stand for a few years."

"These are trivial matters. Who knows what happened to Ohara Castle? Can Aoyama Sect endure forever?"

"Mr. Ye Xiao finally blocked the fairy mortal from Bai Zhenren and heard that he was seriously injured."

With this battle that spread across the entire continent, many secrets of the spiritual world were revealed.

For example, the Hidden Peak and Sword Prison of the Qingshan Sect, and the unstoppable guardian like a mountain.

"When all the passages into the underworld are stabilized, I am afraid that Daosheng, Zhaizhu, and Zenzi will all go to Ohara City. It will not be easy for Chaotian Continent to be peaceful. How can they give up their prowess because Xihai Sword God returned?"

"The key point is that Jingyang is still awake, otherwise there will be so many things."

"Is Jingjing still awake?"

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Zhou Yunmu listened to the voices of the younger generations, with no expression on his wrinkled face, and turned to look at Lu Jin and asked, "Is the real person still awake?"

Lu Jin said: "I heard that this situation is different from that of Chaoge City, and I don't even have breathing and heartbeat."

Zhou Yunmu was silent for a long time and said, "Is this the case?"

Lu Jin said: "I can't be sure."

Zhou Yunmu took Lu Jin to the deepest part of Dongfu, unraveling the extremely tight array of formations, and came to a portrait, knocking his head respectfully.

The portrait is of a fairy in white, but his face is blank, not because he hasn't seen it, but because there is no pen and ink in the world to draw the face of that person.

Zhou Yunmu took out a black card and handed it to Lu Jin.

Lu Jin was a little nervous and said, "Confirm to send it this time?"

Zhou Yunmu said: "The real people said that when we thought it was time to send it back, we will send it back. I think it is this time now."