The Path Toward Heaven

The dwarf old man squinted his eyes and looked at the **** boy who was still climbing to the peak in the distance. It seemed that he did not care about being touched and pitying by the young man.

I do n’t know how deep the big devil like him and these ages can easily be disturbed by foreign objects.

He can't kill the young people around him because the young man's spirit is connected with something, and that thing can keep him from being discovered by Qingshan Sword Formation.

Of course, these words are spoken by young people, most likely false.

But he couldn't judge true or false, because he didn't dare to gamble because it was life and death.

The young man turned and looked at the young man in the mountains in the distance, and suddenly asked a question.

"Is death really so terrible? Look at him, he may fall off the cliff at any time, and his broken body is broken, but he keeps on going up."

"That's because he is too young to think seriously about life and death."

The old man said: "If he can really become the master of Xuanyin, in another hundred years, he will rule the magic road. Do you think he still has the courage then?"

The young man said: "Cao Yuan faces the test of life and death in the snow every day, and has never given up."

"It is a Buddha, not a man. The Buddha is ready to die at any time, but man is greedy for eternal life, so he is not afraid, I am afraid."

The old man squinted his eyes and said, "Except for the three of us, those old guys hiding in Qingshan and Yunmengshan are equally afraid of death, so they don't lose face."

The young man said: "The longer you live, the more afraid you will die. I have heard this many times and it still makes sense."

The old man said: "It should be said that the more able to live, the more afraid of death, so if Jingyang is still alive, then he is the person who is most afraid of death in the world."

The young man was silent, and his eyes fell a little further away, in the thin cloud connecting the heavens and the earth, with a look of loneliness.

The old man frowned and looked at his side and said, "What I don't understand is that you can live very well, why is it like ending without fear?"

"Because ... it's boring to live at the bottom of the well, even if it can live for tens of thousands of years like Yuan Gui, what's the point?"

The young man said: "Xiao Bai was very interesting then, and now he is as old as a king on the Bihu Peak. I don't want to be like it."

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During the spring season, the rain in Chaoge City gradually decreased.

Whether it is the eaves of Taichang Temple or the rain corridor of Zhaofu reflecting the blazing sunlight, it makes people want to sleep warmly.

腊 Zhao Layue's face was pale, but his eyes were very clear, black and white was clear, and he was very focused.

Kusui Jiu made it very clear that this would be the last time he talked about this issue.

"Coexistence or sheep-raising are the ideas of monks. Mortals cannot practice, and wisdom is not less than us. Of course, they have their own ideas. For example, officials in Baoshuju or the court, they will actively participate in this world in order to seek Money or power, enjoy a better life in a short life. "

Jing Jiu said, "Because of his talent and other reasons, Shi Fengchen couldn't go too far in the path of cultivation. He may be hostile to the practitioner because of some things he experienced in his childhood. It can be said that it is full of doubt and hatred. Can represent the attitude of other mortals. "

腊 Zhao Layue was silent for a while, and said, "Many people have this attitude?"

Jing Jiu said, "For thousands of years, practitioners have never stopped bullying and oppressing mortals. The Jing Dynasty should be regarded as the best era, but it still cannot solve this problem. Of course, mortals cannot resist, as long as they can survive. On the surface, naturally, they dare not show any disrespect to the practitioners, nor dare to show their hostility, but those angers are not non-existent, but hidden in the deepest part of each of their souls. Once the practitioners lose their strength, these Anger will definitely erupt and become a torrent of unimaginable power, destroying everything you are used to. "

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The hurricane has just passed on the ocean outside Erhai Prefecture.

A huge shadow swept across the sea, bringing up another gust of waves. The fishermen did not look up and knew they were flying whales.

A boat failed to withstand the tremendous power of the world and capsized. Although a fishing boat came to the rescue from a distance, two sea ladies were killed.

The corpse of Erhai woman was wrapped in a cloth, and slowly sinked to the surface of the sea. There was a faint singing in the distant waves.

Everyone knows that the bodies of these two sea girls cannot sink to the bottom of the sea, they will be torn by the ferocious creatures in the sea and devoured, but the fishermen's expressions are numb, because such things always happen once in a while, They have long been used to it.

Everyone knows that fishing for Qiyuanzhu is the most profitable, but not many fishermen are willing to do it because it is too dangerous.

But the amount of vitality beads collected by the Xihai Sword School on behalf of the imperial court every year is there. Someone has to do it.

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There is a casino hidden in Zhuangzi outside the Song Dynasty Song City.

In the early morning, a middle-aged man scolded out of the casino with a grin, and his body smelled of sweat. He didn't know how many days and nights he spent in the casino.

Seeing his expression and bloodshot eyes, he should have lost all the money on his body.

He walked to a tree to unfasten his belt and started to pee.

剑 A dim light suddenly passed in the dim morning light, and it disappeared instantly.

The middle-aged man happened to see this scene and was frightened.

His expression was a little stunned. When he was young, he also had the luck to see Jianguang in the sky. At that time, he was born with envy and admiration in his heart. He secretly determined that he must work hard to become the legendary fairy.

Now he doesn't think so.

He spit a heavy sputum down to the ground and cursed into the sky: "You can't fall! You can't fall!"

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The clouds and mist of the Qingshan Mountain poured into the town, and the peach blossoms blooming everywhere were picturesque.

A young man with a sullen expression kneeled on the street and kept hoeing to the looming peaks in the clouds.

Behind him is an old scooter ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ An old man is lying on the car.

In the deep spring season, the south is even warmer, but the old man covered with two thick beddings, still pale, shivering and looking extremely cold.

What's more alarming is that the old man's breathing is so weak that he can't see it.

Some residents in sympathy said, "The immortal masters live in the deep mountains and can't see you at all. What's the use if you break your head? Go to Guocheng Temple."

"Mo Qiu is too far away, my father can't support it, so ..."

The young man said with a quivering voice: "I heard that Qingshan Zongxian is the most kind and often looks around. What if they come here today?"

The man sighed, "How precious is Xianjia Pill, and how can it be given to you casually? Not to mention that there is peace in the world now, and not that the real person of Jingyang has soared in the past few years. I can see the immortal teacher on the tour a few days ago. I haven't seen Jianguang for half a year, so you should stop thinking about it. "

The young man looked at the mountain peaks in the clouds with a grin on his face. With the help of the resident, he got up hard and dragged his cart towards the town.

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(Today is Yi Tianxing's birthday, Nanwu Maitreya, all well.)

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