The Path Toward Heaven

One of the well-known comments on Jing Jiu by private disciples of Shenmofeng is that Jian Jian doesn't talk much.

He really didn't say much, so when the door of the Zen room didn't open for a long time, Zhao Layue and others felt a little strange and gave birth to a lot of speculation.

Does he want to deceive the young head of unscrupulous man into the Qingshan?

Liu Shisui suddenly felt that the son asked him to learn swords from Xilai just to receive Peng Lang under his door.

"No? The man is the master after all." He asked Zhao Layue in a low voice.

Zhao Layue said: "Think about Zen."

Liu Shisui and several others suddenly realized.At that time, Zen Zi asked Jingyang Real People for a hundred days at the end of Shenmo Peak. Since then, the practitioners have believed that Jingyang Real People and Zen Zi have a half-mental friendship. There is another reason for this in the other.

"Do we have to talk for a hundred days this time?" Zhuo Rusui yawned and said, "So shall we go to bed first?"

The stars are also in the lake in the sky, the night is so quiet, there is no sound from the Zen room, it is a good time to sleep.It was said like this, but no one would leave, and as time went by, the starlight faded, and the face of Chaoyang in the east revealed its face, accompanied by a squeak, the door of the Zen room was pushed open, Peng Lang left come out.

Yuan Qu knew that Master and Zhuo Rusui and others were inconvenient to ask, took the initiative to greet him, saluted and asked Jing Jiu what he had said to him.

Peng Lang said gratefully, "Real people have pointed me to a lot of swordsmanship, allowing me to go to Guifeng Jianfeng to find a sword in the future."

Everyone thought that this was the case. If Jing Jiu was to do business, he would certainly be the best in the world.

Thinking about the end of the conversation, Peng Lang said with a daze: "The real person said that there is something wrong with my name, but I can't change it. I don't know what it means."

This is indeed a bit puzzling, and Zhao Layue and others do not understand it.

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Peng Lang had just left, and a green curtain car fell in the morning light.

The morning wind drove Qinglian slightly floating, and A Piaopiao came out, and asked curiously: "Who just left, Uncle Guangyuan actually gave it to him personally."

When it comes to such things as seniority, Qingshan Sect is now the most chaotic. The culprit is, of course, Jing Jiu. It depends entirely on which generation he came from.

Hearing A Piao's words, Zhuo Rusui remembered the young head of the unenviable head again, and found it boring.

He turned and went to the solitary grave, ready to loosen his energy by punching.

Yuan Qu explained a few sentences of Peng Lang's identity. A Piao was a little surprised, and soon stopped thinking about it, shouting happily at the Zen room: "Sir, how have you become so strong!"

She rushed into the Zen room, but hit a person, floating like a leaf.

"Why!"

She flattened the black bangs like leaves, and shouted angrily, and then found that Zhao Layue was blocking her way.

Zhao Layue said: "He has something to do, wait a moment."

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The morning light illuminates the flowing water of the small bridge, and also the flowers and trees of Pinghu, and the Zen room.

Jing Jiu reached out and condensed some water in the air, heated it slightly with a sword fire, wet the towel in his hand, and walked to the couch and began to wash Bai Zao's face.

The steaming towel moved slowly on that clear and slightly pale face, wiping off a small amount of dust and a few silks that could not be completely removed.

When he was trapped in the snow field a hundred years ago, he had never done such a thing, because at that time she was in the cocoon of the silkworm, of course, he also felt that doing such a thing made no sense.

Meaning needs to be given, and this is what the ritual feels like, such as eating hot pot before doing big things, such as what to do before leaving.

He carefully rubbed Bai Zao's face and neck, including his hands, and after doing these things stood up and walked out of the Zen room.

The morning light fell on the corridor, and the illuminated wooden floor shone brightly, just like when Lian March left.

He stood in the morning light, not knowing what he was thinking, and was quiet for a long time.

"You are all waiting for me at the end of God's peak." He looked at A Piao and said: "You also go, don't rush back to the lower realm."

A Piao knew that something big was going to happen, and vaguely guessed what was going on, her small face became pale, and the light showed no sign of reluctance.

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Dozens of sword lights illuminate Lengshan.

Those sword lights do not mean that there are many flying swords.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue landed on the ground, and the sword light brought out of their coats gradually disappeared.

The wasteland is not desolate, there are many green bushes and weeds, illuminated by the fleeting sword light, finally ushered in a highlight in a short life.

There was a huge crack in front of them, reaching a red field in the distance, where it was once the Lieyangxia.

There are also many wild grasses growing on the cracked cliffs. This is because the veins of the ground are gradually declining, and there is a lot of loss of magma. More is the power of time.

Liu Ci has been away for more than a hundred years.

Jing Jiu thought of this matter and was still unhappy. He didn't want to stay here more and took Zhao Layue to the depths of the crack.

All the way through countless narrow and deep passages, severely damaged ancient battlefields, and meandering but calm lava rivers, they reached the deepest part of the Soul Valley.

The ban imposed by the Zhongzhou faction here has been lifted by Bai Jinren. The transparent giant wall disappeared without disappearing, but the magma did not continue to fall into the abyss, because a scholar was busy there because the big Buddha was blocking With.

Bu Qiuxiao's cloth was full of tears and traces of scorched by magma.

He was holding a brush in the sky and kept writing notes. His expression was so focused that he did not find the arrival of Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue.

Countless ways came out of the pen end with the unique flavor of the text, and fell in the river, letting the magma gradually solidify.The magic is that the solidified magma is not as smooth as rock. The surface has extremely deep, countless runes that seem to be carved with a knife. From a distance, it looks like paper filled with words.

That pen is not a Guancheng pen, but in the hands of the saint, a random wave can also produce flowers.

"What a great gift."

Jing Jiu looked at the scene and said with appreciation.

Listening to his voice, Bu Qiuxiao was surprised, and turned to look at him with a smile and said, "The real person is leaving? Is this a special trip to say goodbye to us?"

"Want to know the answers to two questions before leaving."

Jing Jiu asked: "The question about you is, is that person you or your teacher?"

Bu Qiuxiao looked at Zhao Layue beside him.

Jing Jiu said: "She knows."

Bu Qiuxiao said in a faint voice: "The real person promised me, not to tell anyone."

Jing Jiu said: "After I leave, there will always be someone in Qingshan who knows this secret, otherwise how to check and balance you?"

It is obviously a shameless calculation, but it is said to be so bright and upright, Bu Qiuxiao is also convinced, but naturally will not tell Jing Jiu the answer.

"I won't say it." He said seriously.

Jing Jiu explained to Zhao Layue: "He Zhan's biological father is the teacher of Lord Buzhai."

Zhao Layue nodded and said, "I will remember."

At this time, there was a thick, bell-like voice from the abyss: "What should I do if I hear the question?"

Jing Jiu said: "The real Buddha is speechless, he should trust you."

The sage also had temper tantrums, and Bu Qiuxiao didn't want to hear Jing Jiu talking anymore, and asked, "What is the second question?"

Jing Jiufei flew to the front of the magma river and looked into the abyss.

There are countless magma falling towards the abyss these days, at this point has been solidified, looking like a ladder connecting the underworld and the world.

At the end of the ladder can be seen an extremely wide, steady shoulder.

He asked, "Is it true that you were born in March?"

There was no sound from the abyss for a long time.

Cao Yuan doesn't seem to want to answer this question.