The Path Toward Heaven

Qingtianjian has a pattern on the surface, but it is very fine.

There are lines on the abdomen, but they are finer.

So when the fingers slowly touched the blue sky, there was no sound.

The study is as quiet as it has been for most of the past few decades.

Time slowly flowed away. Jing Jiu looked at the tea in the cup and never spoke, wondering what amazing secrets he was calculating.

At ten years old, Liu became more and more nervous and felt a little thirsty. He subconsciously picked up a tea cup and drank the herbal tea in the cup. Then he realized that he had done something wrong.

Holding the tea cup tightly, he turned quietly, and walked silently to the stove to start tea.

In the process, there was no change in Jing Jiu's sight, indicating that he was not looking at the tea in the cup.

The water in the teapot gradually boiled, making a confused sound.

When Liu was ten years old, he put the tea cup in front of him, and did not dare to bother, and set aside.

The buds of the new tea slowly unfolded in the cup, but Jing Jiu's expression showed no sign of stretching.

The records in the Living Record, the seemingly unrelated events, and the seemingly ordinary words seem to have some secret connection.

The connection is like the tiny bubbles in the tea, it appears at any time, and then for some reason suddenly disappears, it is difficult to catch.

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Demon blood is like ink.

Inkwell.

Cheekbones.

Bone can be used to make wine.

There was a light of sword light deep in Jing Ji's eyes, bright and extremely sharp.

After being seriously injured by the sword **** of the West Sea that year, he and winter spent three years on the Chaotian continent, spending more than ten spring, summer, autumn, and winter, and having seen a lot of scenery, naturally also said a lot.

He doesn't like to listen to her reasoning. She knows this better than anyone, so those words do not have her grandeur, her worries and designs about the future of the spiritual world and the entire human race. Most of them are in life. Trivia.

The little thing in life is short in the parents. The only family in the world who spends the winter is her nephew He Zhan.

Jing Jiu could easily guess who He Zhan's biological mother was.

There are three people in Shuiyueyuan who have the highest seniority.

Over the winter, the Lord, the elder elders heard that they were very qualified, but they were actually the youngest.

The blue curtain sedan can fly by itself and take Jing Jiu from Guocheng Temple to Shuiyueyuan.

Many people have heard the elder elder in the sedan speak, but no one has opened the curtain and seen her speak.

The magic weapon of sound transmission can do this. It is even possible that in many cases, the master of the water is sitting in the sedan chair himself.

In the practice world, He Zhan is best known for his luck. A casual practitioner with no background can meet Yu Bao again and again, which is even more exaggerated than Wang Xiaoming's arranged life. Today, it may not seem to be all winter.

At that time, the winter should be still in the cocoon of silk, how could each step be arranged so well.

It's just that these inferences have no evidence and don't seem to have any meaning. Even if they are true, they cannot form a complete story.

Jing Jiu didn't care, let the mind continue to diverge.

Time continued to flow away, and the hot tea in the cup became cold again. Liu took ten and took a new cup.

The hot mist in the tea cup floated and scattered on the surface of Qingtianjian, blurring the line between reality and illusion.

Jing Jiu's sight fell on leaving the tea cup, and the mist fell on the surface of Qingtianjian.

In that world, he saw a small river, a black boat, a stone bridge, a nun, and a baby.

In the distant mountains, a scholar is leaving and stops to look back from time to time.

Jing Jiu probably got it, knowing that the content of the story is probably like this, but there is still no evidence.

If he wanted to investigate, he should be able to find out the truth, but of course he would not do it.

He just needed the story, he didn't need the evidence, because he was not going to convince the characters in the story, he just needed to convince himself.

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Jing Jiu felt a little tired, took a cup and drank tea, and found it a little cold.

No matter how diligent Liu is ten years old, it is impossible to guarantee that the tea in the cup is always hot, which has nothing to do with intention.

He looked up out of the window and noticed that it was a little dark before he knew that he had calculated for so long.

"My son?" Liu shouted nervously at the age of ten.

Jing Jiu said, "Okay, you go back."

When Liu was ten years old, he thought that you wouldn't share that secret with me?

Jing Jiu didn't have the habit of sharing secrets with him, and it wasn't Zhao Layue. He asked, "Do you want to represent Yi Maozhai to attend the May Fair?"

Liu was ten years old a little embarrassed and said, "I haven't participated in it before, I'm a little curious."

Jing Jiu said, "Road war?"

Liu was even more embarrassed at the age of ten, saying, "Where I know things like piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, I just fight."

Even if it represents Yi Maozhai, Liu is ten years old disciple after all. He doesn't understand piano, calligraphy, calligraphy and calligraphy, and is good at Dao warfare.

Jing Jiu understood this truth and said, "Yi Yiyun is good, you can learn more from him."

Liu was ten years old and did not expect that the son's evaluation of Yun Yiyun was so high that he was somewhat surprised.

Jing Jiu explained: "The scholars in Yimaozhai are different from the poor scholars in the world, and they are real scholars."

Just like the monk in Guocheng Temple and the fake monks who cheated money in the world, otherwise he wouldn't rest assured that Liu was ten years old to study in these two places.

Liu asked when he was ten years old: "What else do you want?"

Jing Jiu looked out of the window and knew that Gu Qing, Zhuo Rusui, and Jing Shang were discussing the matter at the Lugu Mansion. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Help me to send a letter to Bu Qiuxiao. I want to see him. one side."

Liu was a little surprised at the age of ten and asked, "When?"

Jing Jiu thought about the date of his marriage, saying, "I must come within eight days."

If you let others hear his request, you will inevitably be speechless. Even if you are a real disciple of Jingyang and an elder of Shenmofeng, what qualifications are there for the Lord of Yimaozhai to meet you?

Liu naturally didn't think so when he was ten, he responded directly.

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Eight days passed quickly.

There is no lantern in the Prime Minister's House, and the courtyard is also clean and clean. There is no dust on the tree or the road, as if it is ready to be connected.

Today is the official day of Zhan Guogong's government to propose a marriage. The process before the proposal was long gone, and Miss Qi Cen Shi also picked it up from Jingjue Temple yesterday. Everything is available, and the whole house is full of joy.

Being able to marry a mischievous, unwilling, unwilling to marry the Seven Miss is certainly a joyous event to celebrate. More importantly, Cen Xiangye made a decision, and the people in the government no longer have to bear the pressure from everywhere.

Mrs. Lu Guogong returned to the house very early, looking at the joy on the faces of sister-in-law and brother-in-law, she felt a little uncomfortable.

Lu Guogong is a prince of Jingyao, and the prime minister came from Maozhai, but most of the relatives have the background of the Zhongzhou school, and she is really in the middle of it.

And Xiao Qi doesn't want to marry the son of Zhan Guogong at all. Is it appropriate for you to be so happy?

Thinking about these things, Mrs. Shizi went to Cen Shi's room and found that there were no tears on her face, and there was even some joy in her eyes. She couldn't help but be surprised.

Miss Qi is no longer troubled, and the husbands and the servant-in-law and girl ring are relieved, but she feels something wrong. After saying a few words with Cen Shi, she quietly left the backyard, found Lu Ming, whispered the situation of Cen Shi, worried and said, "Nothing will happen today?"

Lu Ming looked at her with a smile and said, "Don't worry, it's a matter of business and a happy event."

Madam was not relieved to listen to this, but she felt even more weird ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Lu Ming smiled a little awkwardly and said, "It's about to start, I'll check it out."

Having said this, he hurried away to the front hall, thinking that it was a pity to miss the big buzz.

Full house guests, Cen Xiangye and Zhan Guogong stood side by side with a satisfied smile on their faces.

Lu Ming looked at the handsome handsome grandfather behind Zhan Guogong, and thought that he was no worse than Li Ge, but he was afraid that the play was not so good today.

According to the number of etiquettes, Shuangconvenience asked the courtesy routinely, and the guests looked at the venue with a smile, waiting for the next moment to be successful, they immediately hurried to the front road.

Just then, there was a loud noise outside the Prime Minister's House.

The guests were taken aback and looked out of the house, thinking about where the robbers came from, dare to make trouble in front of the prime minister.

The officials and guards of the Xiangfu retreat in stunned faces, dare not stop them.

A group of people broke into Xiangfu.

At the forefront is Lu Guogong.

Who dares to hit him?

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(I wanted to write a sentence: I'm against ... when I suddenly thought of Chosen, Chen Changsheng already shouted. Unfortunately, I like these bridges, and some readers may not see the sentence I made yesterday. Here, I am very embarrassed to say it again. The novel written by my friend is called "Surgery Live Broadcasting Room". It was a bit confusing when I wrote yesterday. I actually wrote the name wrong, but I took the opportunity to advertise it again. This is a true friend ... In addition, the chapter name of this chapter is very good today, and besides, I know that you will be scolded by you today and tomorrow, but there is no way to take your nephew to ski, and I ca n’t write for two days. Zhang wrote it at 2 o'clock last night, and deleted a lot of water words. I could barely guarantee the update, and apologize to everyone, Wangwang!)

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