The Path Toward Heaven

(This chapter should have been a dark room in a house. It doesn't shine through the last chapter of my body. Fortunately, I am also very satisfied with the name of this chapter.)

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In the hall, Chen Shi and a military general once said with a mockery, even if Jing Jiu could trap these officials in the palace, it was useless.

Jing Jiu never thought of doing this, but killed them all directly.

Dozens of officials fell in a pool of blood, and he paid a price.

Those generals had some skills, and Chen University scholars had already prepared in advance, and invited several practitioners to enter the hall as imposing officials.

The sun was shining on his pale face, he looked at the sky beyond the imperial city, thinking of something long ago and long after.

History is constantly repeating itself, the only difference is that his realm here is somewhat low.

The little **** walked out along the corner of the hall with a few officials still alive, looking at the pool of blood, thinking about the previous cruel and **** pictures. The officials' legs were a little soft and barely walked out of the hall. Looking at His Majesty, who was covered in blood and carrying a sword, where he dared to look straight, he knelt down with a few clicks.

"If you can still walk, go to work."

Jing Jiu's voice had no emotion.

Where did the officials dare to delay, propped up their hands with their hands, and walked out of the palace as fast as possible.

There are many things that they need to do, soothing the embargo is the first step, and rescue those adults from prison is the second.

There was a little commotion outside the imperial city, and soon it calmed down. It didn't take long before the palace door was opened again. Dozens of officials came to the temple and kneeled in front of Jing Jiu.

These people had just left prison, wearing prison uniforms, and looked extremely embarrassed.

General Pei and Zhou Taishou kneeled at the front.

The former is the most trusted celebrity of Zhang University scholars and the highest prestige in Chu. The latter has a much lower status and status, but it is the future preparation of Zhang Jiushi for Jing Jiu.

They heard from their colleagues what was happening in the temple today and could n’t believe it. Until then, they watched dozens of eunuchs and palace ladies under the command of several eunuchs, and kept pouring water into the temple, watching those The blood flowed out of the temple like a waterfall and flowed down the stone steps, only to be shocked to determine that it was true.

His Majesty nearly killed all the officials in the court.

Jing Jiu looked at General Pei and said, "If you go to the big camp outside the city, if there is any problem in the city, put it out."

General Pei's expression changed slightly. Zhou Taishou worried that His Majesty did not know the complexity of the current situation and said: "The capital camp will not listen to General Pei's orders, and the cities in the capital have already prepared for them. The princes will definitely not be at peace. Make trouble, Your Majesty ... "

"You are the ones selected by the bachelor. If such trivial matters are not handled well, his vision may be too bad."

Thinking of the Chen University bachelor who died in the temple and the Jin Shangshu who died yesterday, Jing Jiu found that Zhang University bachelor's vision was really bad, except to understand himself.

"In short, don't bother me with such trivial matters, don't do it today, and don't do it in the future. You should learn from him in this regard."

Having said this, he turned and walked towards Leng Gong.

Zhuo Rusui yawned and followed him to leave.

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The rusty lock has been removed, and the side door that sends debris to the weekdays has been blocked. In addition, there is no change in the cold palace, and it is still deserted.

Jing Jiu threw the severely damaged sword into the pool, changed his clothes, and leaned back on the couch, his blood was naturally clean.

Zhuo Rusui stood in front of the couch and said, "If it wasn't for that broken arm, maybe I have forgotten most of the outside things now."

Jing Jiu said: "To fight for the fairy tale, Qingtianjian naturally won't let you forget this thing, and it doesn't matter if you forget other things."

Zhuo Rusui said: "Uncle, what are you going to do?"

Jing Jiu said, "How about you?"

"I'm still thinking about it. I'm here to practice murder."

Zhuo Rusui said of course: "Kill all the other inquirers. Xianxian is naturally Qingshan. Even if it is not successful, it will not waste the past decades."

Jing Jiu said, "I'm almost the same."

Qingshan disciples acted so simply and neatly, it is not surprising that they have a similar layout.

Zhuo Rusui just didn't understand. Since you want to practice and kill other inquirers, what do you hide in the palace every day?

He knew that even if he asked himself, there would be no answer. He didn't see how helpless Tong Yan was then. He raised his hand, gave a gift, and was ready to leave.

Jingjiu said, "Where to go?"

Zhuo Rusui said: "Go to Zhao Guo and kill the eunuch."

Jing Jiu said, "He Zhan is a bit perverted, be careful."

After Zhuo Rusui left, the palace was quiet and quiet.

The capital will be in chaos today, and it is not known whether General Pei, Zhou Taishou, etc. can stabilize the situation, nor how many people will eventually die.

Jing Jiu sat on the couch, watching the sky outside the window quietly, maintaining this posture for a long time.

No one knows what he is thinking, it should have nothing to do with the chaos in the capital.

The sky shifted, and from time to time someone came to the outside of the hall to report the current situation. It is interesting to say that the person who spread the word was not the little eunuch, but Zhang Dagong.

Perhaps in the eyes of General Pei, Zhou Taishou, etc., Grandpa Zhang is the most trusted person.

Jing Jiu didn't answer, still looking out the window, silent.

The sun gradually set, and after dusk, it was night, and the light in the palace became dim.

I do not know when, a lamp was lit in the temple.

Flutter, flutter.

The blue bird flew into the temple with wings and landed on the couch, turning into that cute little girl.

Jing Jiu asked: "Resolved?"

Qing Er said: "The rebellion between the camp outside the city and the embargo has been suppressed by Pei Siming, and the residences of those ministers have been controlled. You don't have to worry."

Jing Jiu said, "I don't."

Qinger Weiwei said: "Those people outside like to watch war, so they can fool over with those pictures, but I always have to show them your pictures."

"I remember you said that I practice here to sleep every day, and those outside Echo Valley have long looked tired."

"But it's like the picture of you killing people in the temple today. They like to watch it. I didn't let it go. I don't know how much complaint it caused."

"The pictures that can't be seen directly may be more exciting."

"It makes sense, no wonder there are a lot of good reviews."

"you are welcome."

"You're welcome."

Qing'er was annoyed and said, "Don't always let me be a messenger, what if I provoke Bai Zhenren's suspicion?"

Jing Jiu said, "I will pay attention."

The dim light fell on him.

Because of the killing during the day, his face was a little pale, his expression was a little tired, and his black hair was scattered on his shoulders, showing a decadent beauty.

Looking at this scene, Qing'er was a little bit fascinated. He woke up after a while and was surprised and said, "You actually lighted a lamp?"

Jing Jiu said.

The palace seldom lights up. It wasn't until a few days ago that Zhang Daoshi came to the end of his life and there was no light.

Qinger thought about what happened these days, and he was puzzled: "You practice with all your heart, you don't pay much attention to other things, why are you willing to take the shot this time."

Jing Jiu said, "Practice needs to be quiet, and doing these things is no different from removing the threat from the cave."

Qing'er looked at him and asked, "Really so? Is it so?"

Jing Jiu said, "Of course."

Qing Er shook his lips and said, "Or so ... But I still think that your shot is related to the college scholar."

Jing Jiu said, "Maybe so."

Qing'er's eyes lit up and he said, "What's so different about a bachelor? To him you're fake, to you ... well, he might be true ... no, since you will leave Illusions, and I may never return in this life, even if I ca n’t see him again, is he fake to you? "

There are too many truths and falsehoods in this sentence.

Qinger stared at his eyes and said, "According to you, all the people who leave and don't come back are fake to each other. Why do you do this?"

Jing Jiu looked at the dark lamp and said, "Because there are many things in the world that are not true or false."

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Quiet outside the Echo Valley.

The light curtain in the sky stayed in that picture.

The dark lights in the temple drifted away, the lights in the capital were bright, and the cavalry's iron hoofs stepped over the blue stone slab road, and the crying gradually became low.

No one heard the conversation between Bluebird and Jingjiu, but everyone saw the whole story.

No matter how spiritual the monks are, they look at the lights of Wanjia in the picture, thinking about the sad and happy separation seen in the past thirty days ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~.

Seorui's eyes were already wet, but they did not know whether it was for Jing Jiu and Zhang University scholars, or why.

Tong Yan stood on a cliff somewhere in the distance, thinking about Jing Jiu's last sentence, and remained silent for a long time.

Those are fake.

The practitioners have heard similar words in the process of seeking the avenue, which may come from the teacher or from the same door, but it is not as absolute and certain as Jing Jiu.

This kind of words have been heard a lot, and many monks often have some kind of illusion, and they can touch the reality and be ruthless when they recognize the falsehood. But like Jing Jiu said, many things in the world have nothing to do with true and false, who can really be ruthless? In other words, why is it ruthless?

There were footsteps behind the cliff, and Tong Yan turned his head and found the black and thin discipleless disciple who suddenly asked, "What do you think of your son?"

Liu was ten years old surprised, thinking that his true identity had been seen through?

(End of this chapter)