The Path Toward Heaven

The dawn lake at night was quiet.

Only the nonsense swear words and almost cursing screams kept coming from the Star House.

The disciples of the Suspense School hid far away and did not dare to listen, but they were already used to it.

After the death of the former monarch, the old lady often cursed people like this in the building.

She always scolds her daughter-in-law.

"This is my home."

Selby stood on the edge of the cliff, sighing, listening to the swear words there.

He Zhan looked at her and said, "It will be all right."

Turning and looking at him, he said, "Thank you for coming."

He Zhan said, "It was too late when I heard the news."

Seir smiled and said, "It's not too late to come."

He Zhan didn't speak.

"In this case, I can't leave."

He hugged him, leaned his face in his arms, and said softly, "Go back to White City, I'll wait for you here."

He Zan thought for a while, said good, and took out a few pieces of paper from her sleeve and handed it to her.

Thoughtfully thinking of a possibility, his expression became a little exciting, and said, "I'm a girl ... can't I practice?"

He Zhan reluctantly said, "What do you want? This is the secret recipe for grilled fish."

Upon hearing this answer, Seorui's eyes suddenly lightened, and he licked his mouth subconsciously.

He Zhan went on to say, "The secret recipe I wrote to Tong Yan last time forgot about two flavors. This is delicious."

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He Zhan and Selic thought that Tong Yan was retreating in Yunmeng Mountain. Many people think so. Few people know that Tong Yan has left Yunmengshan, and few people know that he is in Qingshan. As for the three people and one dog, he knows that he is hiding in Yinfeng.

The night breeze was not cold, and the sound of pine waves sounded in his ears. Jingjiu was carrying the cat to the north and swept northward, and soon came to the plain in the middle of the mainland.

Until the end, the Zhongzhou faction did not show up, indicating that Yunmengfeng Mountain was true. It seems that before that spring rain fell, the practice world would still be as calm as it is now.

If the old lady does not survive this year, she will definitely not choose to shoot now.

"Since you said she was afraid of everything, why did she choose to give up after doing so many things?"

This is something that Ada couldn't figure out. Instead, it was an old lady. Anyway, she was going to die, so she had to make a big deal and leave again.

Jing Jiu called out the cosmic front, sat down, and flew a few feet off the ground, and the fields under the stars were below, as if within reach.

"After the elders died, she couldn't control the whole situation. If she wanted to force a crackdown, she would destroy the entire Suspense Sect."

Jing Jiu looked at the blue wheat under his feet, some did not understand why it had already reached the middle of summer, why he had not changed its color.

As a child, he read a lot of poetry, poetry and poetry related to rice flowers and good years, but he had no common knowledge about grains.

Ada didn't understand what he said, and said, "If you break it, break it, or leave it to your daughter-in-law who hates it the most?"

Jing Jiu reached out and picked a wheat straw in front of his eyes, and said, "She thinks she is from the German family, and Suspense is from the German family. Why doesn't she feel bad if she rots?"

"The old lady is worried that she will be like herself when she marries, so she doesn't want to give her Suspense? It's stupid."

Ada lay on the top of Jing Jiu's head, stretched out his right paw to poke the straw in his hand, thinking that everything in the end was death.

Summer flowers will turn into autumn leaves, and young crops will turn into rot grass. Mothers will marry people and it will rain, so why bother with so much?

But since the Suspense Bell is destined to become someone else's house, why didn't the old lady just break things up?

Jing Jiu said, "She should have thought that it was the best thing to get married with He Zhan."

Ada doesn't understand what's good about this.

Jing Jiu said: "The monk has a lot of illegitimate children."

A big meowed, thinking that it was so much.

Jing Jiu said, "How many illegitimate children of the monk have you seen with your father's surname?"

Ada meowed again, thinking that the monk would have no surname.

"So the sons of Chur and He Zhan will probably surname Germany in the future."

Jing Jiu said: "She wants to understand the truth, so what else is there to fight for?"

Ada wanted to give birth to seven or eighty or ninety brothers after Chen remarried.

Jing Jiu said, "Sir knows us, and this time we have proved that Qingshan will guarantee that Sir is the master, what else is Jing Shu worried about?"

Morning light gradually appeared in the distance.

The cosmic front flew up and came to the top of the clouds. The speed was still not very fast, and it felt more like an ordinary person walking.

Two days later, Jing Jiu came to a town, went to a medical hall, and confirmed the final news of the Suspense Bell.

The Chen regained power, and the old lady was resting in the picking star house because she was unwell.

I think she should never leave the small building again. Although she is not dead yet, she is still dead.

A Dawang Xiang Jingjiu tried to see some emotions and memories on his face, but found that he couldn't see anything. He couldn't help but ask with God's knowledge: "You have no idea?"

Jing Jiu said: "Death is the worst, and the next worst is old."

Ada thought about the old lady with a wrinkled face and a emaciated body, and after a few moments of silence he mewed softly.

Yeah, no one wants to die or grow old, but even I am old, how can these poor humans escape?

He looked at his face on the water and felt a little sad, thinking that he even had a white beard.

Jing Jiu said, "Your beard is always white."

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Here is a field.

Several rivers flow slowly and quietly in the meantime, sometimes meeting and sometimes separating, just like those things in life.

There are many houses scattered in the fields, and the village in midsummer is full of cicadas, but it is more quiet.

Jing Jiu stood under the tree, looking at the distance somewhere, and suddenly said, "He should not come."

Hearing this sentence, Ada's spirit finally relaxed, and turned around his legs hundreds of times, with some green leaf debris, looking extremely happy.

After a few breaths, it ran a bit tired, lying on the ground, his feet on the sky, and his belly was exposed.

Jing Jiu thought about it, took Han Chan out, and threw it beside him.

Han Chan was looking at the stars over there, and suddenly found that he had returned to the Chaotian continent. I didn't know what happened. It was a little dazed. I didn't understand what Jing Jiu was going to do on his own. The limbs were facing the sky, and her belly was also revealed.

Jing Jiu looked to the arms of the first son sword.

In Guocheng Temple a few years ago, Liu wrote a few letters to him at the age of ten, and he also wrote several letters. The other side said the Dharma in the letter, and he said reincarnation.

Those things don't seem to have anything to do with practice, but he believes that with the talent and wisdom of the other person's practice, he can definitely see what he really wants to say from the line.

After the other party touched the letter, they decided to go to the West Sea to get the first sword.

Yes, he knew that brother was in Guocheng Temple at that time.

Now the junior sword is in his hands. If the brother really wants to change sword students, he must come to himself.

When he went to Suspense Zong, he promised to kill others, and hoped to seduce his brother.

Liu Ci would let his brother go, but he must die.

By the same token, the brother hates him the most. He will try to kill himself whenever he has a chance, not to mention that there are more young swords now.

He stayed in the Suspense Bell for a few days, and left for a few more days. Bu Lao Lin should have been able to find himself. Brother should come no matter how far away, but ... did not come.

If you don't have a Hatsune sword, how are you going to solve your problem?

Jing Jiu collected the first sword, and the cat and the chilled cicada. He lightly touched the ridge of the field with his toes, and went to Bai Yu Zhang.

After more than ten breaths, he crossed the quiet rivers, scattered villages, unknown trees, and still green wheat fields, and saw the big city in the distance.

There is a hill more than ten miles behind, with dense woods and upsetting hooked weeds.

In the middle of summer, it is not hot here, but it is a bit cold. Dew is growing on the leaves, and the weeds are even covered with a light layer of frost.

Yuan Qiwhal carried his hands on his back, watching Jing Jiu walk into Chaoge City, confirming that Master would not appear, and turned away with regret.

The snow fell.

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In the northwest of the Chaotian Continent, there is a very unusual town. Because it is closer to the snowy field, the climate is like spring in midsummer.

A carriage was about to leave the city and was stopped by wind knife cultists.

Not far from the city is Lengshan. In the past two years, the wind knife teaching has cooperated with the court to clear the evil demon, and various searches have become more stringent.

The windblades did not find any problems, and when they opened the curtain, a smell of medicine rushed towards them.

There was a small stove in the car, boiled with dark medicinal sauce, and looked very bitter.

A young boy was lying on the soft couch, his eyes were bright, his face was pale, he looked a little weak, but his smile was still so kind.

A red-nosed, half-bald old man was serving him, looking at an old servant at home.

The wind-knife cultivator saw a lot of patients who wanted to go to Baicheng to worship the Buddha, and said with a pity that he lowered the curtain and waved to pass.

With a cough, the carriage passed the gate and headed towards the wasteland.

This is a remote place away from the prosperous area of ​​the Central Plains, and the Jing Dynasty is still under effective governance. The official road on the wasteland outside the city was actually paved with bluestone, and it remained solid after more than 100 years. s help.

The wheels rolled against the hard bluestone, making a rattling noise, the carriage kept vibrating, and the coughing inside did not stop.

Xuanyin's ancestor looked at Yin San with a pale face, his eyes full of worry, and some other complicated emotions.

He has finally gained some trust from real people, but for people like them, the word trust has no meaning at all. What's more troublesome is that real people don't seem to be able to do it. If the real person did not tell him the way to avoid the Castle Peak Sword when he died, what would he do? and so……

He said sincerely: "You want to live long live!"

Hearing this sentence, Yin San couldn't help laughing, and couldn't help coughing violently.

With the cough, the body under his clothes protruded from time to time, then gradually flattened, looking extremely weird.

It doesn't look like a real body, but more like a stump in disrepair.

Yin San opened the window and looked out into the wasteland. He coughed and said, "Still drink a bar."

The fresh air from the wasteland was poured into the carriage, and the strong medicinal smell was quickly blown away, but there was a kind of taste that could not be dissipated.

It was a rotten smell of trees.

The ancestor took off the medicine pot on the stove, replaced it with a hip flask, and put the palm on it, and the number of breaths brought the wine to the most suitable level.

For exquisite tasks such as warming wine, his Xuanyin ancestor is certainly more precise than furnace fire control.

The taste of the wine in the jug exudes a strong taste of anise and anise.

The ancestor smoked a red-sucked nose, thinking that the wine didn't taste too much, how it looked like a soup with salted hooves.

The wine is also very weird. It is extremely dark green, gently swaying in the glass, and slowly rising and falling on the wall, like oil.

The ancestor held the wine glass in front of Yin San.

Yin San took the wine glass to his mouth, drank slowly but uninterrupted, squinted his eyes and said, "Good wine."

Amazing to say, after drinking this glass of wine, his cough turned out to be much better.

Looking at the curious expression of the ancestor, Yin San smiled and said, "You have a drink to try, yes."

The ancestor thought for a while, poured himself a glass, drank over his body, and then popped his mouth.

Even the strongest wine is unlikely to hurt him, but the stimulus still exists, especially the wine is like oil, but it is vaporizing so fast, it is like a fire that turns into water, giving people a kind of inside out The warmth outside is really good, and he wonders why real people like it so much.

"This is the strongest liquor in the world, which is usually used to drink. Basically, no one dares to drink purely, and worry about hurting the throat and stomach, but we can drink easily."

Yin San drank another glass and said, "Feel the beauty, but not fear the harm, which is the benefit of the practitioner."

Xuanyin's ancestor also accompanied a glass and dropped the glass.

Although this green weird wine is good, practitioners who can practice to his realm are very capable of self-control. They can let it go if they let it go.

There are really few people like Taiping.

"If the Hatsune sword is sent to the Palace of Chaoge City, it will be even worse."

The ancestor asked, "Why don't we do it?"

After Yin San drank, his face was no longer pale, and two lovely blushes emerged, saying, "Yuan Qi whale is so rigid and not smart enough ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but one look at each other, rarely make mistakes, this is him and Liu The biggest difference in words is that I don't want to take risks. "

The carriage left the bluestone paved official road and drove diagonally into the desolate wilderness.

A few days later, the carriage came to the depths of Lengshan with a sound of flute sound.

There was an extremely deep crack on the surface of the wilderness. The magma that had flowed out had cooled after two years and had condensed into various strange shapes.

This is the trace left by Liu Ci ’s sword in the heavens and the earth. It must be hundreds of years away, and it should become the most famous landscape in the Chaotian continent.

Xuanyin's ancestor thought that if that sword cut himself, he would surely die.

His gaze followed the crack to look more than a hundred miles away, and he fell into the ruins of Lieyang Gorge, and remained silent for a long time.

Everything is gone, and there is no Xuanyin sect in the world.

Yin San looked at the picture outside the window, put the bone flute in his sleeve, and said, "As long as you live, Zongshan will be there."

I do not know whether this sentence is to comfort the ancestor or to himself.

The ancestor thought about Su Ziye, who was gathering discrete disciples of the Xuanyin Sect, and the Zhongzhou faction, who was silent in the mountains, and did not speak, helping Yin San get out of the car.

There was a gust of wind in the field.

Yin Feng flew over from nowhere and landed on the roof of the car.

The tail feather that was cut off by South Trend was born again. It looks a little short and it should not be fully grown, but the injury should be fine.

"You can all talk, so talk about it. If you don't talk about it, then."

Yin San looked at Yin Feng with a smile and said, "It takes two fish scales, and it should agree."

(End of this chapter)

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