The Path Toward Heaven

Jing Jiu handed over the sticks and said, "Although the truth is simple, it is not easy to think about."

Zen Zi took his hands and suddenly asked, "When did you think of this truth?"

Jing Jiu walked to the threshold, looked at the snowfield in the distance, and said: "Sometimes it suddenly occurred to me that it should be when Zhenmo Hei and the Hades discussed the Soul Fire."

Zenko asked: "Because the name Soul Fire?"

"Don't you think that the name is unreasonable? There must be other reasons."

Jing Jiu said: "I asked Xue Ji, they are not like this, does not mean that the human race is not like this."

Hearing Xueji's name, Zenko shook his head and asked, "Are you sure it's a good thing to help her leave?"

Jing Jiu said: "This is one thing, good or bad is not important."

Zhao Layue stood up, looked into the depths of the snowfield along his eyes, and asked, "Do you want to kill her?"

When Jing Jiu came to the snowfield, the ice peak was very quiet. The absence of that consciousness explained many problems.

"She's not as good as her mother, and it's not as easy to kill, and why should I kill? I have a good relationship with her mother." Jing Jiu said.

Zhao Layue said: "But she had a bad relationship with her mother and almost killed her mother."

Jing Jiu said: "Her mother had just produced at that time, the most frail, and also took the opportunity to hide her destiny and leave the snowfield."

Chan Zi shook his head again and again and said, "I always find this conversation a bit weird."

Jing Jiu nodded slightly to the ice peak deep in the snowfield, and was about to leave.

Zenko said, "I won't give you that day."

Zhao Layue was a little surprised and asked, "Why?"

Zenzi's natural expression, said: "What's so good about the second marriage?"

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Chan Zi did not go to see off Jiu Jiu. Naturally, he didn't dislike him twice, but the feelings between the two were profound and different.

Chaoge City is also different for many people.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue lived in Zhaoyuan outside the city for a few days. He saw that Zhao and Zhao hadn't been around for a few years. Then they went to the palace to meet with Jing Yao and spent another day shopping. After visiting the old and new Meiyuan, I looked at the pavilion with a chess board and the small lake with a bridge, and then went to Taichang Temple.

The black eaves of Taichang Temple were washed clean by the rain in summer, and they looked very spiritual, but they lacked the spirit of those days.The backyard was full of purple wildflowers, and the prison underground was getting empty. After listening to Lu Guogong's statement, in two hundred years, the last prisoners might die.

Many of the descendants of Lu Guo Gong Fu have passed away, but the old Guo Gong is still holding on, wondering if he looks at those more and more unfamiliar juniors, will he occasionally think of more deserted neighbors.

Jing Li now spends more time copying scriptures in Taixue, and Jing Zhai spends most of his time empty.

Jing Jiu has slept in that study for more than a hundred years, and is still not very familiar with this house.

He took Zhao Layue to walk in the backyard of the vestibule, and then sat in the middle of the study in the middle of the night. When the morning light was illuminating towards Song City, he got up and left here.

The virtual realm above the blue sky is in front of the eyes not far away, like a piece of glass, but it gives people a feeling of being unbreakable.

Before entering the virtual realm, Zhao Layue asked, "Are you going to Guocheng Temple?"

The stone pagoda is still in Guocheng Temple, and since it is a farewell tour, it should be a trip.

"People are gone, what's the point of looking at the tower?" Jing Jiu joked: "I'm not Zhuo Rusui, I have to hold the tower to fall asleep."

Zhao Layue confirmed once again that Nan Wang had burnt the remains. After he woke up from the three thousand courtyards, it was different from before.

Of course, this may also be Zhuo Rusui's influence on him.

As Zen Zi said, this is the cause and effect of this world.

The muddy water outside Nanhe Prefecture was illuminated by the blood of a sword.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue stopped on a reef, looked out to the grass sheds to help the refugees in the distance, and saw a middle-aged monk who was busy treating the wounded and had no time to talk-the monk was the same The disciples of the pair of disciples who met in Nanhe Prefecture.

For this pair of mentors and apprentices, Zhao Layue killed the practitioners and became the murderer pursued by Qing Tiansi, and then the latter things would be triggered.Xiao He, Bu Lao Lin, Zou Fengchen, Wang Xiaoming ... Those stories were so thrilling and impressive at that time, but now they have long been blown away by the wind.

Jing Jiu said: "Since each has its own way, I shouldn't hold you back."

Zhao Layue glanced at him and said, "Are you sure that my word is correct?"

Jing Jiu said: "We said that year, why the practitioners who pass through the heavens are called big things? Because there are big things between life and death."

Zhao Layue thought deeply.

"Trainers who pass through the heavens take another step forward to ascend. If they can't take this step, it is no different from mortals. They are trapped between life and death."

Jing Jiu continued: "You chose to live to death. Although dangerous, it will be much faster than others."

Zhao Layue said: "Wait until I enter Pengtian Realm like Peng Lang."

Jing Jiu said: "It's not difficult."

Zhao Layue looked at his eyes and asked, "Are you going away?"

Jing Jiu said, "Not in a hurry."

Zhao Layue withdrew his eyes, looked at the waves heading eastward in the turbid water, and said, "Don't wait for me."

Jing Jiu's meaning is very clear, and she will not leave until she is sent to Tongtian Realm.

She didn't want to bear this, it had nothing to do with the pressure, but she didn't want to involve him.

Without answering, Jing Jiu took her to Yunji Town and asked for a hot pot in that restaurant.

The red soup and white soup boiled successively, and all kinds of meat dishes were put into the pot in sequence. The aroma came along with the mist, overflowed through the window, and mixed with the clouds in the town.

The door of the box is tightly closed, and the door of the restaurant is wide open. I do n’t know how many generations of the owner of the restaurant took the whole family and the shopkeeper and kneeled on the first floor.

The residents and people in Yunji Town knelt down on the street.

The countless sword lights in the sky have already shown the identity of the men and women in the restaurant.

Probably not like to dine in this watched environment. Zhao Layue's appetite is a bit bad. He only ate three plates of lamb and put chopsticks.

The bloody sword light illuminates the cloud and mist flowing out of the green mountain, and it quickly disappears between the peaks against the current. It simply ignores the elders and disciples who came to greet the head of the mountain, clearly showing their displeasure.

Nan Song Ting no longer has an old man, Jing Jiu went directly to the small building, watched the portraits of Patriarch Patriarchs, and finally stopped in front of himself.

Unlike the portrait of Xuan Tianzong, the real person of Jingyang in this portrait has a clear face, because some people have seen it.

Zhao Layue glanced at him and turned away from the small building.

The silver bell sounded in the quiet mountain forest.

Fifty sword strings converged from the sun, forming a cloud and falling beside him.

A naked foot stretched out in the cloud, a silver bell tied to his ankle, white and moving.

With a snapping sound, Nan Wang came out of the cloud and looked at him and asked, "How is my painting?"

Jing Jiujing looked at himself in the portrait quietly, and the nostalgia in his eyes faded away. He said calmly, "I look better now."

Nan Wang snorted and said, "Everyone has been waiting for many days, but you haven't come back. What day are you going to leave?"

The entire Chaotian Continent knew that Jing Jiu was about to ascend.

The problem is that no one knows the exact day, and can only come to Qingshanzong in advance to wait honestly.

The date of soaring is uncertain, and the whole world can only wait forever, putting all other things aside first, and no one dares to ask, except Nan Nan.

Jing Jiu thought about it and said, "Then today."

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(Soaring must be soaring, it will probably finish this process in two or three chapters. It is definitely too early to finish the book, at least one million words. When I opened the book, I promised that I will write seriously after soaring. The story, after soaring, I will chat with you and tell you about the general plot behind.)