The Path Toward Heaven

After the summer in Chaoge City, a heavy snowfall suddenly fell.

The snow continued for three days.

The temperature plummeted and some thin ice formed on the lake.

Jing Jiu went to Zhao Yuan.

During the day, he covered his face with a cap.

At night, he stared at the stars in a daze.

The snow stopped and the clouds dispersed, and the stars were suddenly smeared with blood, which was not a sign of bad luck, but that Zhao Layue had arrived.

The boat sank slightly, and the sound of icebreaking was the sound she made deliberately.

Jing Jiu turned his head and said, "Here?"

Zhao Layue made a sigh, sat down beside him, took his hand and placed it on his face.

Hundreds of rays of light appeared in the night sky. It was not a shooting star, but a sword light.

Qingshan Sect came to Chaoge City, ready to welcome their sword master.

Although people have gone and the snow has stopped, the killing and cleanliness need to be brought back.

Jing Jiu looked back at the night sky and asked, "What about the south?"

"Stay in the Qingshan town." Zhao Layue put his hand down and said softly, "She seems very sad."

Nan Wang is the younger sister of Taiping Reality. Now the two brothers who most hurt her are gone. What should she do in the future?

She is already a giant of heaven, and no one dares to stand up to her in the world, but what should she do?

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Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue left Chaoge City and did not return directly to Qingshan, but instead went outside Ohara City.

After walking across the mountain stream full of lotus flowers, through the stone road in the mountains, bypassing the stone lying on the grass, and seeing the old wooden bridge, I came to the three thousand courtyards.

The teacher of Sanqianyuan didn't know that it was the first-generation descendant of the old teacher of the year. He didn't know Jingjiu, but he didn't wear a hat. The teacher looked at his face and Zhao Layue's short black hair and guessed them Identity, hurriedly welcomed them in.

There is a stream under the bridge. The place where the house used to be a house by the stream has now become a wood. There is a grave in the wood. Looking at some loneliness, it is not lonely.

The teacher knew too much about the relationship between Jingjiu and Jiuli, and his relationship with the Three Thousand Yuan Yuan. When he saw his sight on the grave, he worried that he was displeased and quickly explained: "This is Li Dashan's Grave, seven years ago ... "

Jing Jiu motioned without saying a word, took Zhao Layue to the grave, and said, "This is the Ligong I told you."

The tombstone was not written with the name of Li Gongzi, only four characters.

-Different routes to the same goal.

The first two words say Xian Fanshu.

The last two words mean that we will eventually return to the same avenue.

Li Gongzi will still die after taking the elixir.

Even March is the strongest of the heavenly continent and will die.

Zhao Layue suddenly said: "I think the person in his painting ... is even March."

Many years ago, Li Gongzi's family fell into the middle of the road. A painting that had been collected for many years was deceived by a so-called friend. He was sent back by Gu Qing.

In the painting there is the fog of Xingye Laoshan Cliff, and there is a girl with an umbrella in the fog.

The girl's eyebrows were lined, with a gentle look, but extremely indifferent.

Jing Jiu did not speak, nor did he go to the painting.

That painting was handed down by the ancestors of the Li family. If the girl in the painting is Lian March of hundreds of years ago, then it may explain why Li Gongzi has always been affectionate.

Of course, this explanation is not necessarily correct, nor is it necessary.

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This is Zhao Layue's first visit to Sanqianyuan.

After crossing the small bridge and coming to the front hall, she saw the round window and the lake view outside the window. Like everyone, her mood became much calmer.

Then her gaze moved down and landed on the couch of Yantang.

Bai Zao was still sleeping on the couch, not knowing when the immortality in his body would be fully absorbed.

For a hundred years, the silkworms on her body were a lot of residue, showing her face.

In her sleep, she frowned slightly, and looked so regretful.

"It's good to sleep like this," Zhao Layue said.

Jing Jiu said, "Yes, after all, I'm still alive."

Zhao Layue turned and looked at him and asked, "Where did she go?"

Jing Jiu said, "It's here."

Under the eaves are the beginnings of those morning lights.

This is where even March left.

Zhao Layue stepped forward and hugged him, patted his back gently, and said, "It's all right, I won't go."

Jing Jiu raised her right hand and patted her on her back.

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Then they went to Baicheng, fell in the courtyard on the edge of the snow field, and met with He Zhan and Seorui. Zhao Layue ate two grilled fishes and Jing Jiu took a look at the pear tree. Walking out of the courtyard and walking on a field full of muddy water and residual snow, Zhao Layue suddenly said, "Gu Qing grew up in a big family, and there are some things that I don't understand."

He Zhan has been with Seser for decades. Liu was ten years old and Ying Xiaohe had been together for more than a hundred years. He did not marry and did not perform any rituals. He did not care what the world thinks. No, there is no trouble in this way.

Jing Jiu said: "He thinks a lot, so it is easy to make things difficult."

This was the first time they discussed what happened to Gu Qing. Zhao Layue didn't understand it, saying, "Is this kind of thing so interesting?"

Many years ago, she had asked the same question when they looked at that building in Shangzhou.

Jing Jiu said: "Like, don't like, like, all like, don't like what you like, you can form many combinations, and sometimes it's fun."

Zhao Layue said: "I like it, but the love in the book often makes people lose their senses, and it is painful. I don't understand why."

"The so-called love is the attraction between men and women, the peace and commitment that intimacy brings."

Jing Jiu said: "Promises are shackles, they have ritual and pressure, just like cooking meat, but the taste is easy to be rich. Of course, breaking the promise itself is also very attractive to humans. In short, as previously said, each This combination is interesting. "

Zhao Layue flew at him and said, "It's as if you know more."

Jing Jiu said: "This kind of thing is not complicated, you can understand it by thinking about it."

Zhao Layue thought about it and said, "Well, isn't that boring?"

Jing Jiu said, "Yeah."

Between the words, the two have walked to a rather simple Buddhist temple.

Chanzi lives here in Baicheng.

The front of the temple was very quiet. Three or two monks went in and out silently. Suddenly, a middle-aged monk stopped and looked towards Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu also felt that the monk was familiar with him and had some reason to get closer.

The middle-aged monk looked at Jing Jiu's face for a moment, woke up, and his eyes were full of surprises.

Jing Jiu also recognized who the other party was. It was the young monk who had had several connections with him. It was just over a hundred years ago that the other party's face was full of wind and frost, but it was not immediately recognized. And the old monk was not there.

The middle-aged monk had just wanted to speak, and covered his mouth subconsciously, and then thought that Master was dead, and no one wanted to practice his own mantra, and could not help but start from grief and cry.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't say a word. Jing Jiu just watched his expression change and guessed what had happened. He reached out and patted his shoulder.

The middle-aged monk cried even more sadly.

For some reason, Jing Jiu has always liked this pair of masters and apprentices, knowing that the old monk has passed away, watching him cry so sad, and he can't bear it, and shoots it with a single palm.

Zhao Layue's eyes were wide, and he thought, "Do you feel that you have suffered all your life? Will you be sad if you kill him?"

With a crackling sound, Jing Jiu's palm fell on the middle-aged monk's head.

The middle-aged monk fell to the ground and made a snoring sound.

"Thank you very much." Chanzi came out of the courtyard, glanced at the middle-aged monk, and thought that such a thing as blessing is really in doubt. Who would have thought that this ordinary younger person could actually get Jingyang's real empowerment? ?

Jing Jiu said, "Don't thank me. It has nothing to do with you Guocheng Temple, but I like this child."

Zenzi asked, "Why?"

Jing Jiu thought about it and said, "Maybe because he likes to talk?"

Zenzi said, "Don't you think I talked a lot?"

Jing Jiu said, "It's the same now."

Zenzi sighed, "Man."

Zhao Layue said, "Should I say this?"

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Baicheng in midsummer has restored a lot of popularity, and the number of believers is still very small, but the living supplies needed by the Shenbei Northern Army and practitioners of various factions have filled the city with merchants from the south. Extremely ugly muddy trampled.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue walked through the city and walked along the obliquely upward stone radial direction ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ You can see the red cliff and the upper body of the small temple in the distance.

"You really woke up seventeen years ago?"

"That was a lie to him."

"But you heard everything Gu Qing said to you."

"Hearing doesn't mean you can wake up. To be precise, my soul at that time was in Qingtianjian."

"... That's the case, there are a lot of stories in Qingtian Book."

"A hundred years is really long, but there are not many stories. I practice most of the time, but the Zhang family kid interrupts from time to time, which is a bit disturbing, just like Gu Qing."

"Daddy Zhang isn't dead yet?"

"Don't say, he's fine, thinking about going to sea and looking for that goldfish."

"Speaking of which fire carp king can't bring it back to Qingshan?"

"Unless you can take the fire off the cold mountain ground."

"Why is it so troublesome to just take the cold mountain?"

Speaking of these gossips or hidden meanings, the color of that red cliff is getting clearer and clearer, and the little temple is showing its full body.

Crossing the threshold and entering the temple, Jing Jiu looked at the chubby, smiling Buddha statue and stood quietly for a while.

The broken place of the Golden Buddha seems to be bleeding. After so many years, the color of the blood stains has faded. The ten-foot-long iron knife in front of the Buddha is still full of gaps.

Jing Jiu came to the end of the iron knife, his right hand fell on the blade facing upward, and then walked towards that end.

Sparks sputtered between his palm and the blade.

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