The Path Toward Heaven

(It was said yesterday that He Zhan was walking on the surface of the sea, such as walking backwards in the sky, and thinking of Wang Xiaobo, if he did n’t wear clothes, would n’t he hang himself upside down, reminded me by the reader, he was an **** ... want After a long time I can't think of a proper chapter name, it's really distressing, just like that.)

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The mountain wind blew into the temple, and it was slightly cold.

Qin Huang looked at Jing Jiu in front of him, and his face was extremely pale. At this time, he had calmed down, but still couldn't understand what was going on.

For more than thirty years after the Chu Kingdom was destroyed, the fire in the palace has even been forgotten by the world. Who would have thought that this person was still alive and was actually hiding in a temple that is not Zhoushan!

The Xiaomiao is the residence of the Divine Envoy, and no one can cross that threshold, except for him, the world ’s lord who is qualified to be the leader.

He stared at Jing Jiu's eyes and asked absurdly, "Why are you here!"

Jing Jiu said, "I've been here all the time."

The emperor Qin was extremely angry and said, "Impossible! I have sent countless dead men over the years. None of them can return to Xianyang. Why should God make a net for you!"

Jingjiu then knew where those guys who came from time to time to disturb his practice and quiet came from, saying, "They were killed by me."

Qin Huang froze again, looking at his eyes uncertainly and said, "Did you kill? What about the god?"

Jing Jiu said, "There is no **** here."

Qin Huang's face showed an unbelievable expression, and he looked around at the small temple, but did not see anything.

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In that year, Jing Jiu set a fire in the imperial palace and left the capital of the Chu Kingdom while in chaos, and came to Bu Zhoushan.

Other inquirers may need to find the legendary bronze tripod through the legend or some clues. He has the help of the blue bird and naturally does not need it.

Here he saw the bronze tripod, but he did not see the divine messenger.

The time has not come. This is just an ordinary bronze tripod. No matter what it does, there is no response.

After Jing Jiu confirmed, he ignored it, but did not leave, and stayed here.

According to Jade Bird, this should be a forbidden area, so Jade Bird could not find him and had a good explanation for the outside world.

He has lived here for many years, to be precise he has been lying for many years.

He cut some bamboo and made a bamboo chair. He usually lay on the open space outside the temple and moved into the temple when it rained. Of course, he would not forget to open the temple door.

In spring, the mountains are verdant, and in autumn, the mountains are covered with red leaves. When the snow falls in winter, they change their white clothes. In summer, there are streams to clear your heart.

No matter rain or snow, or clear skies, whether he is lying on a bamboo chair or soaking his feet in a stream, he is practicing.

In this way, he has spent decades here, just like at the end of God, it is very simple and even boring.

Only in recent years, someone came to the temple and was killed by him.

God made no appearance yet.

Ding is still that tripod.

He understood something.

When Qin Huangkeng killed Qi Guoshu that year, he looked at Xianyang City by the cliff.

With his real strength at that time, it was difficult to kill Qin Huang, but it was not completely impossible.

But he didn't go to Xianyang, even if he was stronger now, he still didn't mean to leave here, just waiting for Qin Huang to appear by himself.

There was noise coming from Zhoushan yesterday, and he knew it was time.

When Qin Huang bathed and changed clothes and burned incense at the foot of the mountain, he was doing similar things.

He went to the stream to take a bath, wiped his long beard with his hands, and changed to new clothes.

As a natural monk, he is very indifferent to many things, but after all, he has lived in this world for decades and is about to leave.

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"You're really smart, and you're hiding in this place."

Emperor Qin stared at his eyes, his voice was somber and angry: "But how could the gods allow you to do this!"

"I said there is no **** here." Jing Jiu said, "I'm just waiting for you."

Qin Huang's voice was even colder: "Wait to kill me?"

"More than that."

Jing Jiu's hand held the hilt.

The sword is very short. The scabbard is made of wood. Is the sword body the same material?

Qin Huang's eyes narrowed sharply and he shouted, "Escort!"

Before his voice was heard, his feet were already on the ground.

A crackling sound.

Slate cracked.

The huge seismic force caused his body to bounce outside the temple.

It's like the wind is falling.

Outside the temple, the Qin Guoqiang was already ready. Some stopped in front of Qin Huang, and the other killed Jing Jiu in the past.

Countless powerful breaths enveloped the peak, stern and terrifying.

The projectile gravel and soot suddenly stopped in the air.

The lightly shaking treetops also stood still in the wind.

Those powerful breaths also seemed to be icicles still in time.

Dozens of phantoms appeared at the top of the peak. Looking at them as if they appeared at the same time, there seemed to be a certain sequence, but it was impossible to distinguish.

Those ghosts are Jingu Jiu.

He was too strong for decades of hard work.

In the Qingtianjian fantasy world, the inquirer is in a state of spirit and soul, and the speed of the ghost sword can reach unimaginable levels.

The still space and time returned to normal.

At first, the mountain breeze sounded with countless clear and extremely dense sword cuts.

Wipe! Wipe!

Those Qin Guoqiang maintained defensive or offensive postures, and many straight sword marks appeared on their bodies.

The next moment, those who were strong in Qin Guo became squared pieces of meat, scattered on the ground.

Jing Jiu stood in place, holding the hilt of his sword as if he hadn't moved it, but in fact numerous swords had been issued.

His sword was too fast, and the blood and water were too late to spray from the bodies of those who were strong in Qin Guo until they fell to the ground and splashed out.

At the Chu Palace in the year, it took some effort to kill Chen Daoshi and those generals and masters with his sword, but now it is so understatement.

Qin Huang was pale and wanted to walk away from the air. Suddenly, a blood line appeared on his left leg, breaking his knees.

The precious soft armor that had saved his life this time failed to play any role and broke apart directly.

Jing Jiu's sword cut a very long blood hole on his body, extending obliquely from the shoulder to the waist.

Countless blood spurted out and turned into fog, spraying the white walls in the temple red.

Some blood drops also fell on the bronze tripod.

Jing Jiubai wins the snow without a drop.

Qin Huang screamed and fell to the ground.

Jing Jiu's first real draw.

His movement was slow, and the blade and the sheath made a clear friction sound.

This sword is really made of wood.

Wooden swords are extremely light, like paper.

Only in this way can the speed of the Nether Fairy Sword be matched.

Jing Jiu held the wooden sword and rested on Qin Huang's neck. With only a little force, he could cut off his skull.

Even if it was a wooden sword, it was still so cold that it was so close.

Qin Huang couldn't bear the pain coming from his broken leg, and said with a quivering voice, "Don't kill me."

Jing Jiujing looked at him quietly, waiting for his next sentence.

"God never appeared, because you failed to become the co-owner of the world, and you are not qualified to ask."

Qin Huang said pale, "Only 朕 has this qualification."

Jingji calmly said, "Yes."

Qin Huang had a decisive look in his eyes, and said, "Let me live, wait for me to get the fairy, and share your feelings with you, and the fairy will share half of you!"

The blood drops on the bronze tripod suddenly rolled up, and then began to bubble, as if boiling.

It didn't take long for those blood beads to dry, leaving the mottled marks like some strange characters written in cinnabar.

Blood beads infiltrated into the tripod, and the lines on the surface of the bronze tripod flowed like water waves, giving birth to several green smoke. There was a little man looming in the green smoke.

The villain was about two feet tall, holding a pen and paper in his hand, wearing historian's clothes.

"God make it!"

Qin Huang's pale face gave off a flush of excitement and shouted, "Seeing no! He is the destiny of his destiny, and only his blood can please him!"

Jing Jiu ignored him and looked at the villain in the green smoke, thinking that you finally appeared.

He was waiting for this to happen, otherwise Qin Huang would have been killed with a sword.

Now that the ambassador has appeared, what are you waiting for?

Qin Huang looked at Jing Jiu's side face, feeling the chill from the wooden sword between his neck, guessing his thoughts, and his face was pale again.

"Even if you kill the cricket, you still can't get the approval of the divine messenger." Qin Huang appeared in the eyes, said: "Kill me, no one can get the fairy pheasant. You managed to hide to this day. Is it such a risk? Let me go, and I will give you a third of the scent! "

Jing Jiu still ignored him, but just looked at the little man in the green smoke, which was the so-called divine messenger.

God made him write something on the paper, felt his gaze, raised his head and said, "Yes, he is right."

Jing Jiu said, "The reason."

"The Lord of the World can ask the question. You are just a waste emperor. What qualifications do I have for approval?

God said blankly, "You have been here for decades, and I haven't come out to see you. You should have a number in your heart."

Jing Jiu said, "I can kill him now."

The ambassador said: "Even if you kill him, it is useless. How many of those who succeeded in the history books became the new emperor?"

Listening to this conversation, Qin Huang's eyes became more and more confident, and he looked at Jing Jiu and said, "If you don't agree with your condition, you can only give you a quarter."

Jing Jiu still ignored him and looked at the divine servant and said, "You are just a dead person. What qualifications do you have to judge the question?"

"I am the rule of Qingtianjian. Without life or death, my judgment is the final decision. You can only accept it."

God turned the paper in his hand and said, "And I believe no one will question my fairness because everything is justified."

Countless words were written on that paper, which recorded the experiences and deeds of the questioners after entering the fantasy.

Jing Jiu didn't go to see those things and that list, thinking about some things quietly.

On the branch not far away, there were blood and water in the blue bird's eyes, the old temple bronze tripod, and worry.

She once said to Jing Jiu-she is Jianling, not rules.

Jing Jiu did not forget this sentence.

He knew that if he wanted to do that, he couldn't get her help, and had to face it himself.

Face the rules.

"I know that you are definitely not convinced by such a low ranking, but you were born as an emperor, but you exiled yourself, regardless of political achievements, people's livelihood, and popularity.

God instructed, pointing at the record on the paper: "Look at these things you do, and you won't do it."

Jing Jiu suddenly withdrew the wooden sword.

Qin Huang flickered around his neck, thinking that he was ready to agree to his own conditions, his eyes changed slightly ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He thought about how to fight for more benefits, but did not expect what happened next was beyond his imagination.

Jing Jiu walked to the bronze tripod with a sword and looked at the divine envoy and said, "According to your Zhongzhou school standards, it may make sense, but I am a disciple of Qingshan."

The envoy said: "Since participating in the inquiry, disciple Aoyama should also ..."

Jing Jiu didn't let him finish.

"I've been waiting for you in this mountain for decades, not for you to say these nonsense, but for you to give me the tripod."

Emperor Qin stood up holding the door of the temple, listening to Jing Jiu's words, with an absurd look on his face, thinking you know what you are doing?

God made him look at him quietly for a long time, and suddenly said, "If I heard correctly, you seem to be threatening me?"

Jing Jiu said, "Yes."

(End of this chapter)