The Path Toward Heaven

Nan Wang sniffed his nose and raised his head to look at Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui. The pity in his eyes had returned to indifference, saying: "You don't need to sympathize with him, maybe he thinks this is better and saves a lot of trouble. "

For example, you do n’t need to take a shower, you do n’t need to eat, you do n’t need to satisfy your own desires, such as many things, but ... what ’s the difference with a dead person?

"Zenzi said that day, maybe he just couldn't bear to break all the cause and effect of Jingyang."

Nan Wang then said: "This body is his last connection with the previous life. His soul and instinct want to come back, and naturally don't want to wake up there."

Don't want all the smoke of the previous life to disappear, so this life can't wake up?

It's a bit too mysterious to hear this statement, but Chanzi once had a hundred days with Jingyang real people, and he knows the rebirth of reincarnation the most. His opinion should be closest to the truth.

"But ... I can't come back." Liu Shisui looked at the stone couch and said sadly.

The remnant on the stone couch was full of deep or shallow wounds, which had been impregnated with fairy qi for many years and could not be repaired at all.

"This cave house has been hidden by him for so many years, indicating that he has never really given up, but he knows that there will be a final choice someday."

Nan Wang said: "That's why he left that black card, and he didn't want to give it to us directly, but also had a hand at Xuan Tianzong ..."

Choice is the most difficult thing, even if the right to choose is given to the most trusted person, it will not become easier and easier, but the weight will be passed on.

Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui were in a heavy mood at this time. What should they do?

The sound of silver bells suddenly sounded in the secluded cave house.

Ada kept staring at the futon, not the sound of silver bells around her neck.

That sound came from Nan Wang, it was the crisp sound of the silver bracelet and the silver jewelry impacting each other.

There was no wind in the cave, but her clothes were floating.

An indescribable barren breath emanated from her body, followed by countless flower-like flames.

That wild atmosphere is not so sublime, but it seems to come from ancient times, with a sense of inexplicable sacredness.

The heat waves emitted by the flames are not very compelling, but they have a magma-like weight.

She used Nanman magic.

Zhao Layue guessed what she was about to do, her expression changed slightly, but she didn't stop her.

Under the eyes of Liu Shisui's incredible eyes, those flower-like flames fell on the stone couch, and fell on the decay of the real man in Jingyang.

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I lay in the cave house for more than a hundred years, and the slough that had not changed a little bit, so it burned and became gray in a very short time.

There is no impurity in the ash, nor a strange color, but it is pure white, like snow, more like the very fine jade scraped by the Qingshan sword array.

Suddenly a wind came from the mountain, and the dust on the stone couch flicked into countless light smoke, which dissipated in the air.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui's hearts were full of sadness, as if to say goodbye to some of the most important existence in life, but never seen before.

Nan Wang slightly mocked and said: "If you die, you should die in vain. Why don't you bother to make so much mystery."

After saying this, she took her hands and walked outside the cave.

Ada sniffed the futon, wagged its tail, turned and followed.

The silver bell is ringing in the front, and the silver bell is ringing in the back, echoing in the quiet and long passageway, mixed with the sound of the river that is not seen in the sky, like a soul call.

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There has always been a legend in Qingshan, and there are ghosts in Jianfeng.

Because the mountain peak is shrouded in clouds all year round, because of those fierce sword intentions, because of those sword embryos that fly out of the rocks from time to time, the formation of this legend is well understood.

In fact, now the owner of Jianfeng is indeed a ghost.

In Qingshanzong's sword scripture, sword ghost and sword spirit mean the same thing.

The moment Jingyang lived in this world, the last contact with the smoke disappeared, the clouds of Jianfeng also spread for a moment, ushering in a bright sunshine.

The sun illuminates the collapsed mess and the cliff.

Ping Yongjia, who was sitting in the cliff cave, didn't know where she went.

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The sunlight was really strong, Ping Yongjia couldn't help squinting, hesitated for a long time before pushing the wooden door in front of him, and saw the small bridge head-on.

As a true invisible sword body, it didn't take long for him to travel to Ohara City from Castle Peak, but he would only run on the ground like that time, and his speed would only be slower than that of Jing Jiu.

As for the Qingshan disciples in the valley, he did not feel his arrival.

He slowly walked up the little bridge and walked across the stream, his steps were very light, lighter than the wind, and there was no sound.

Over the round window of the Zen room, Xilai was holding Yinfeng's body facing Wujian, and suddenly turned and looked over.

Ping Yongjia could conceal everyone's perception, but he could not.

Xilai's eyes fell on Ping Yongjia's slightly white face, raising her eyebrows slightly, as if she saw the strangest thing in the world.

Hearing the sound of Xilai, Yuanqu rushed into the Zen room at the fastest speed, and the gray, zigzag strange sword followed, making a buzzing sound, aiming at Ping Yongjia's back .

Zhuo Rusui didn't know when to appear under the corridor, and the Swallowing Sword rested quietly on his lap. Chengtian Jianyi had been woven into a dense array, blocking the entrance of the Zen room.

Obviously they are the same class, but they are so vigilant about Ping Yongjia's arrival, even above Xilai.

"You really doubted me all the time." Ping Yongjia stood under the bridge and said in a grudged face: "But have you ever thought about it, the premise that you doubt me is to doubt Master?"

If it was not suspected that Ping Yongjia would seize Jing Jiu's present body, why would Zhao Layue refuse to return to Qingshan?How could the Sanqianyuan suddenly become a separate courtyard of Qingshan Sect?

Yuan Qu didn't speak, and his expression was awkward.

This matter is indeed a bit embarrassing.

Zhuo Rusui sighed and said, "Even if we believe you are useless, those two aunts are not here. Afterwards, I will come back to remediate me. How can I stand it?"

Ping Yongjia used a lot of courage to dare to leave Qingshan to come here. How could she leave willingly, and shouted in the Zen room: "Master, they suspect you are a bad person!"

Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu are in a hurry. Even if everyone thinks so, how can you tell?

Ping Yongjia ignored them and continued to shout: "They always thought you were forced to turn swordsmen after you failed to ascend, and they took my body ... so now they are worried that I will come back again. Take back the body. "

Zhuo Rusui couldn't care about anything anymore, stood up and shouted, "Scream what! There are outsiders here! I have listened!"

Ping Yongjia still ignored him and continued to shout: "I did forget all the previous things. When I first knew my origin, I even had such doubts, but ... but ... I think it was definitely not like that at the time. . "

Zhuo Rusui thought you thought there was a fart!If the real person in charge didn't hit you from the sword of all things, how could you turn into a sword student?

"Anyway, definitely not like this!" Ping Yongjia wanted to be wronged more and more, and there was more crying in her voice.

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"Of course not."

A calm voice came from the Zen room.

Sanqianyuan became silent, Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu were shocked and speechless, Ping Yongjia opened her mouth and did not know what to say, not because of the deep meaning in this sentence, although it is indeed very deep, but because of this Jing Jiu said the sentence.

Jing Jiu came out of the Zen room, and the black hair like a waterfall was scattered behind him. It was as beautiful as a dream.

No matter where you live, it is a big dream.

You cannot wake a person who pretends to sleep, nor can you wake a person who is unaware of a dream. Since you wake up, your dream is broken.

The whole world also woke up.

Whether it is the flowers in the lotus pond or the three disciples who turned into ice sculptures.

Zhuo Rusui quickly gave way.

Yuanqu passed the piece of cloth with the fastest speed.

Gu Qing remembered the scene in the Qingtianjian very well, and he was very clear with him.

Jing Jiu took the piece of cloth and bundled up his black hair at random. He looked at Ping Yongjia and said, "What are you thinking about?"

Ping Yongjia woke up from the surprise and felt even more aggrieved when listening to Master ’s words, pointing to Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu for a long while and being unable to speak, thinking that it was the brothers who were thinking, what was it about me?

Jing Jiu ignored him, turned to the lake, and extended his right hand to the west.

Xilai passed the Yinfeng in her arms.

Yin Feng's body was held by him for several days, and there was still some warmth.

Jing Jiu raised his hand and threw Yin Feng's body into the sky.

Yinfeng suddenly scattered into countless light particles, faintly forming a large bird, the tail feathers became shorter and larger, but the wings were longer, like a phoenix in the painting.

The friction between the light particles and the air brings up countless flames and gradually disappears to the extremely high place in the sky, like a phoenix who has gone to a different world.

Jing Jiu looked back, looked at the middle-aged man next to him, and said, "Not bad."

West said: "Alright."

Jing Jiu said, "Come?"

West said: "Wait for me for three days."

Zhuo Rusui, Yuan Qu and Ping Yongjia also rushed to the lake. After hearing this conversation, I thought you would go bathing, burning incense and changing clothes?

"I don't have much confidence and give me three days to prepare for the future."

Xilai said with a smile: "However, the feeling of not being confident is a very interesting thing for me, so I think I should be able to kill you."

Jing Jiu's eyes grew appreciative and said, "Now you have some meaning."

Zhuo Rusui thought that you two of the most boring people in the world know what it means?

Xilai left the three thousand courtyards, leaving a few fresh breezes back and forth across the lake.

Jing Jiu reached into the wind and found that there was still no feeling. It was really boring.