The Path Toward Heaven

Many years ago, Cheng Tianjian returned from overseas, Liu Ci turned into a spring rain, the seat of Qingshan Sect vacated, Jing Jiu said I came.Who could have imagined that Fang Jingtian would then pass through the mountains among wildflowers, and the Taiping real person asked A Piao to make a letter, which forced him out of the green mountain directly.

Jing Jiu lived in Jingyuan outside Yunji Town for a period of time, attracting pilgrimages from countless practitioners, but only two people were able to enter Jingyuan and see him.That is Xuan Tianzong's pair of masters and disciples Zhou Yunmu and Lu Jin. People think they must have gotten a great benefit-whether it's exercises or immortality.

Huaibi was a sin. When they left Jingyuan, they began to be hunted down by people who were jealous and red eyes. Fortunately, they were guarded by disciples Liang Sufeng and Su Ziye.Over the next 100 years, the evil path declined, and the situation in the spiritual world gradually became calm. Those who had been watching Xuan Tianzong's eyes and found that there was nothing special about the master and disciple, gradually relaxed, until they forgot this matter.But in fact, they did take one thing from Jingyuan.

This matter is not even known to Zhao Layue.

That black brand is not the head token of Qingshan Sect, nor the emerald green Yinfengming brand. I don't know what its use is.

Lu Jin took the black card and felt heavy and said, "Then let's leave?"

Zhou Yunmu said: "If this brand is really a great treasure, I am afraid that it will cause an uproar. If you stay in Zongmen and sit in the town, I'll just walk away."

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Early in the morning, the morning glow turned red.

The sky in the east suddenly pulled out a cloud line, which was even redder than Zhaoxia, but it did not have the bloody taste of Firth's Sword, with a tranquil scent of breath.

Jianming came from the sky outside the three thousand courtyards, and Zhaoxia was brightened by the sword. It was thought that the strong man of Qingshan Sect was coming here.

Lotus cloud illuminates the newly blooming lotus pond, and also illuminates the small bridge, with a snapping sound, a pair of white white lotus feet fall on the bridge.

Zhao Layue salutes the still-childlike monk on the bridge with Zhuo Rusui, Yuan Qu, and Qian Niang: "I have seen Zen."

Zen Zi ended the matter at the maelstrom, and on his way back to Baicheng, he made a special trip to Ohara City. The cascade was full of mouths and salt flowers cut by the sea breeze.

Liu Shisui asked: "Is there any problem there?"

"Your teacher finished there."

Zenzi walked down the wooden bridge and came to the Zen room. The fingers of his right hand slightly flicked up, forming a mirror of light.

The morning light in the sky leaked in through the doors and windows, and through the condensation of the light mirror, hundreds of slowly turning scriptures were reflected on Jing Jiu's body.

Zhao Layue and others looked at the scene without disturbing them and did not have much hope.I don't know how long it took. Zenko withdrew his mirror and shook his head and said, "There is nothing in the sword, it's like blood and blood are drained. According to the truth, he should be dead at this time."

This is the same as Xilai's initial judgment.

Zenko continued: "It's just that real people have the ability to change the world, and also have the magical power to cut life and death. I don't know of any way to retain a hint of sword in the deepest part."

"If the silk sword is intended to be prepared by the master, why hasn't he been awake?" Zhuo Rusui asked.

"Because he suffered too much injury, in other words, this battle of salvation, he was more desperate than he thought." Chanzi looked at Jing Jiu's face and looked at the eyelashes gently moved by the morning wind. Understand why he did this, "Now his soul is also in deep sleep, so he can't enter Qingtianjian."

Qingyue's beautiful bird song came from outside the window, and the branch's blue bird was agreeing.

Zhuo Rusui said with some helplessness: "Of course we know that he is sleeping. The question is why he can't wake up."

"Have you thought about it, his body is transformed by all things and swords, so what is his soul for this body?" Chan Zi turned to look at Zhao Layue and asked.

Zhao Layue said: "Yes ... the guests who live here."

She thought about this problem very early, so she was so alert to Ping Yongjia, and she took Jing Jiu to the East China Sea and went to the snowfield, but refused to return to Qingshan.

For this body transformed by all things and one sword, Ping Yongjia, who dare not leave in Jianfeng at this time, is the real master.

"I don't know who I am in my dream ..."

Chanzi looked around the crowd and said, "The real person once said that he was the point of all cause and effect, so is he still the former Jingyang?"

Xilai once expressed a similar meaning.

In their view, the real people in Jingyang in the past were the same as the current Jing Jiu, but they were not exactly the same.

They are not two identical rivers, but upstream and downstream of a river.

Can Jing Jiu now give up the cause and effect of Jingyang and become the real him at this moment?

If he can, he may wake up.

Liu Shisui listened to Zen Zi's story, thought about it for a long time, and then honestly said: "I don't understand."

He once read countless files in Yuntai, listened to the scriptures in Guocheng Temple for many years, and even read books in Yimaozhai. Although he was still the dark-skinned farmer young man, it was actually this generation. The most learned person among the practitioners, even he cannot understand the words of Zen, and Zhuo Rusui and others naturally cannot understand it.

"Actually, I don't really understand it. This is what happened to him. Maybe ... only he understands it."

Chan Zi looked at Jing Jiu in his sleep again and said, "But I don't worry that he won't wake up, whether he is Jingyang or Jing Jiu, of course, he will keep his hands behind."

Zhuo Rusui said: "You are not saying that the real person in charge did not expect that he would be so injured, so the sword breath could not wake up?"

Chanzi glanced at him like an idiot and said, "Does a person who is as scared of death as him only keep a back hand?"

"Your inferences, or are ... to know me today?"

Xilai's voice suddenly sounded outside the round window.

"Although I don't really understand it, it may be the same."

After finishing this sentence, Zenko lifted the hem of the monk's clothes across the round window, came to the lake, and sat on the stone bench side by side with Xilai.

Barefoot like a white lotus protrudes into the cool lake water, swaying, attracting many fish to play.

Xilai asked: "In the rumor, your predecessor was the highly respected and serious Master Linxi of Guocheng Temple, but after reincarnation and rebirth, he was as fun as a child. What is the mystery between them?"

Zenko said: "I discussed this with Jingyang real people. After the death of my righteous father, I gradually remembered some memories of my previous life, but can that prove that I am me?"

West said: "It is indeed extremely difficult to prove that like him, is he Jingyang or Jing Jiu? Or who is he willing to be?"

"I really don't understand, but what you said is good, I am really playful in this life."

Zenko took a large handful of thin wooden sticks from his sleeves and threw them on the stone bench between the two.

Those thin wooden sticks were just casually laid, some scattered outside, but if you look carefully, you will find that the structure is extremely complicated, and it is very difficult to disassemble it.

This is the most common and the simplest game that children play. Xilai no longer cares about the world. He devotes himself to the sword and knows how to play it.

He glanced at Zen Zi and found that the other person's eyes were very clear, but he was so serious.

After thinking for a while, he reached out and pulled one from the sticks.

It's not the top and simplest one, or the one with the most difficult position, it's a very casual one.

The morning breeze flicked the surface of the lake, slightly chaotic morning light, ushered in two sword lights.

The real person Guangyuan and Nan Wang fell on the lake, Zhao Layue and others also came to the field, and their eyes fell on the stone bench.

They knew that this pile of sticks was the battle between Zen and Xilai.

Zenko reached out and pulled a wooden stick.

Xilai then suddenly pulled out two at the same time.

Zenko gave him a glance.

The lakeside was extremely quiet. Even when the morning breeze came to the stone bench, it stopped consciously, and no one disturbed it.

Games that are easy for children are naturally impossible for people like Xilai and Chanzi.

It didn't take long for Nan Wang and others to see the true intention of this game.

Chanzi and Xilai's choices seem to be random each time they draw wooden sticks, but they are not.The purpose of their choice of sticks is not just to pull out the stick, but to make the pile of sticks more complicated and fragile, adding countless difficulties for the other party.It is more like playing a chess game than playing a stick game, and it is not an ordinary chess game. It is already close to the three-dimensional chess game that Jing Jiu demonstrated to people at the chessboard hill in Chaoge City.

Obviously, Qin Niang had remembered the scene that year, her eyes became very bright and her expression was very focused.

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With the passage of time, the morning breeze is still gentle, the morning light is getting thicker and redder.

The lake was still quiet, the speed at which the two pulled out the stick became slower and slower, Zen Zi's expression was dignified, and Xilai changed his sitting posture.In terms of realm strength alone, Chanzi should be slightly inferior to Xilai, but he went to Qingshan to ask Jingyang real people a hundred days later, and he has been studying this pile of sticks painstakingly.

Finally, most of the wooden sticks have been drawn out, or landed on the ground, or floating on the surface of the lake.

There are only three lonely thin wooden sticks left on the stone bench. They are laid on each other, presenting the beauty of stability and balance in an indescribable way.

It looks like a bonfire shelf, burning slowly in the morning light.

At this time, as long as one more wooden stick is drawn out, the remaining two wooden sticks must fall down, unless magic power is used to maintain it, but what does that mean?

Next comes the order of Zen Zi.

He looked at the three wooden sticks on the stone bench and was silent for a long time. The barefoot like a white lotus patted gently in the lake and drove those disturbing fishes into the distance.

"I lost."

Zenko said with a smile, just like a master of chess.

The key to the victory or defeat of this match is not their skills and choices. From the final result, it is only the number and order of the sticks.

Zenzi put down the pile of wooden sticks, except for the scattered wooden sticks, and the number of wooden sticks put together, they can count them at a glance.

"Your deduction calculation ability is no longer under him. Even if he wakes up, he can't win you."

After saying this sentence, Zen Zi walked to the lake, the lake lightly moved, and naturally a lotus cloud was born.

Nan Wang looked at him and said, "Just leave?"

Zenzi said: "I can't beat him, what should I do if I don't leave? Back to Baicheng."

The morning breeze capacity sent Lianyun to the sky, and headed towards the snowy field in the morning sky.

Everyone withdrew their eyes and looked at the statue-like west on the stone bench, feeling a strong sense of frustration.

At this time, the blue bird left the branch and flew over.

It grabbed a thin wooden stick with two small claws, bit down and grabbed another thin wooden stick to pull out, and threw it aside.

It looked up to the west and said with pride: "Is it a win? Should you leave?"

Xilai didn't know what to say.

"Don't be ashamed."

Zhuo Rusui said seriously: "You are on stilts."

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