The Path Toward Heaven

Black is not conspicuous, especially in the mist.

This black car is very easy to be noticed, because it is very new from the cars on the street that have been abandoned for many years, and it is very new.

The girl who came down from the black car was also very new-whether it was the dress with floral decoration or the umbrella in her hand.

Even she herself seemed to have just left the factory, with a fresh and strange breath.

"This site is isolated under the plateau crust and is well preserved. Of course, it has also been repaired for many years. These vehicles are newly made."

The girl's voice was very calm, without any mood swings, like an umbrella in her hand, still in the breeze.

Umbrella covered her face.

Jing Jiu's eyes fell on her feet, and she found that she was wearing a pair of very ordinary black leather shoes and furry socks piled on her ankles, and looked very cute.

The wind was stronger and the mist was blown away. There was a river not far in front of the street.

The girl held the umbrella, walked up the bridge, and crossed the river.

Jing Jiu followed her.

After getting off the bridge, the fog in the city gradually thickened, covering those dead buildings, and the mountain view in front became much clearer.

There is a courtyard in the mountains, black eaves and white walls, flowers and trees, and residual snow, which is somewhat similar to the landscape garden outside the town.

There is a hot spring deep in the courtyard, with a faint heat mist, a square short side by the water, and a chair on each side of the short side.

The girl walked to the hot spring, sat on the chair, put away the umbrella in her hand, and rested on the ground.

The floral dress was very thin, and it looked like some kind of bathrobe, floating like a wind and falling like a cloud.

The floral on the skirt is sunflower, which reminds Jing Jiu of the oil painting in the Star Gate Art Museum.

He sat down in another chair and looked across.

The girl's black hair is supple and trimmed very neatly, covering her eyebrows like a curtain. When gently moved by the wind, she looks like a watermelon skin.

Her eyebrows are very thin, as if painted, her nose is very small, and her lips are very red, like cherries.

Her face was very fair and smooth, like freshly peeled eggs, more precisely, like perfect white porcelain, without any flaws.

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Shen Yunbu once evaluated Jing Jiu as a porcelain figure in the military building.

This girl is really the case.

Picturesque brows and eyebrows do not represent beauty, because the pictures are not always beautiful.

Perfect skin does not necessarily represent beauty, because it may be false.

The snow-white face was not angry, nor were the two thin eyebrows and cherry-like red lips.

Seeing this face, Jing Jiu thought of the young officer on the battleship Lieyang.

The girl took two small porcelain bottles and two translucent small wine cups from the hot spring and put them on the short table, and began pouring wine.

The picture of a jade hand sticking out of his sleeve is beautiful.

Fingers move glasses and pour wine naturally.

The amber spirits were soaked in hot springs and no longer pungent.

All the details reveal a natural and moving atmosphere.

Jing Jiu felt that these actions and details were too deliberate.

He knew that the girl sitting in front of him at this time was not a real human being, nor was it the body.

To be more precise, the person who is going to talk to him today is not here, it should be somewhere else, maybe even on another planet.

It may be uncomfortable to change to an average person, but he is very used to this mode of dialogue.

In the snowfield that year, his long-distance communication with Xueji was no different from today's situation.

The first thing you need to start any dialogue is to identify the other party.

Jing Jiu was very sure that the other party must have read the novel he wrote, but he still reported his name.

The girl said softly, "Fly."

Jing Jiu didn't know what to do with the name.

The girl asked, "What do you want to ask?"

When many people want to come, Jing Jiu wants to be recognized by the girl and become the new deity, so she has to accept her investigation, but this is not true.

The person in charge is not the girl, but him.

He first raised a question.

"Where is the standard time?"

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He wrote some words on the paper in the underground apartment.

Later at Star Gate University, he added two words to the paper.

Those words are: year, month, standard day.

There are others.

Humans now have many planets. The revolution time and rotation time of each planet are different. Naturally, each planet has its own time model.

But the Star Alliance has a set of standard models during the years and space travel.

Jing Jiu has confirmed many times that no astronomical rule for a human-inhabited planet meets this set of standards.

The girl ’s voice has no mood swings, and it seems that she is not surprised to hear this question.

"Ancient civilization originated from a planet, and standard time is the rule there."

Hearing this answer, Jing Jiu was not surprised, and continued to ask: "Month?"

The girl said, "That planet has a companion star."

Jing Jiu then asked: "I have seen the term Tengu eating moon in some classics, or the day of eating, and I have seen it there."

The girl said, "Just like you have seen with you."

Jing Jiu looked at the hot fog on the hot spring, and his eyes penetrated, as if to see the huge snowball outside the gravitational field, the sky outside the snowball, the universe outside the sky, and the side of the universe.

He asked, "Where are we from?"

The girl lifted the small wine cup with two fingers, drew a shallow sip of cherry lips, and said softly: "The gods can't create the world, at most, they can only discover some new worlds."

Jing Jiu looked back and looked at her snowy face and said, "You don't want to give me accurate answers?"

"Everyone who comes out of you will come and ask me these questions. You are not special, you are not very smart, and they are no different from them."

The girl said, "Then why do you get special treatment from me?"

Jing Jiu stretched his foot into the hot spring.

At this moment, he does this kind of action, naturally not to show that he still has leisure and ambition, and he must have a deep meaning.

As for the specific deep meaning, it is unknown for the time being, no one asks at this time, after all, Zhuo Rusui and Gu Qing have not soared.

The girl's eyes fell on the hot spring, looking at his feet and asking, "Do you feel anything?"

Jing Jiu didn't look back, he asked, "Do you feel like drinking?"

The girl said: "This body has enough sensory cells and it feels richer than humans."

Jing Jiu said, "I don't have one."

The girl said, "It's a bit miserable."

Jing Jiu said, "The magma bath is good."

The girl thought for a while and said, "It makes sense."

Jing Jiu turned around and looked at her eyes and said, "Look, I am not the same as those who ascended after all."

The girl's lips were pulled up at an extremely slow speed, revealing a strange smile, and said, "You want to convince me that you are the same as me?"