The Path Toward Heaven

(Yesterday, the chapter was revised until it was released at eight o'clock, and even after it was released, it was rushed to change a few places. From the chapter name to the last few sentences, I won't say anything specifically. As for the end of the chapter, it should have been a rain stop. I added three words, which is more in line with this story and Jing Jiu's tone. It is bland and common. Even though there are thousands of styles, it is only a sketch of the embryo. Finally, I added two sentences about thunder. , Thunder, but here should be a thunder finally.)

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The rain stopped, it was not rainy.

的 The thunder sounded at this time is a thunderstorm on a sunny day.

People are struck by lightning.

A Qingshan disciple was so distraught that he fell from the flying sword, but fortunately was rescued in time, so he did not fall to the stone forest.

More people were shocked and unable to speak, staring at the young man in white under the umbrella.

A lot of people feel that they have broken their ears because of this thunder, and have they heard it wrong?

The thunder sound was still echoing and hovering in the sky, like a huge but invisible bird flying constantly.

In addition, there are no sounds in the peaks of Qingshan, and the silence is extremely extreme.

Yan Zhuoru's eyelids, which are used to pulling, have already been picked to the highest point, full of thriller.

Passing Nanshan and others were also extremely shocked, standing like a stone statue.

Tong Lei was startled, and young disciples such as Tong Songshan were flushed, but his eyes were a little stunned.

Whether it is willing or unwilling, at least at this moment, no one can accept this fact. But the next moment, they found that many big people are actually so calm ... such as Zen, such as Bai Zhenren, such as Uncle Yuan Qi Whale, which made them feel terrible emotions. Is this all true?

Did n’t Uncle Yun Jingyang have soared? Why is he still in the world, and how did he become the person he is now?

In the face of thunderstorms falling in the sky, people ’s reactions are different. Some people cover their heads to hide everywhere. Some people climb the roof and cry for rain to collect clothes. Some people pull out the sword in the sheath to point to the sky. Shouted to fight, then was split into a coke tree.

Wu Yuanqu was already anxious at this time, feeling that his head was being smoked.

Gu Qing looked down at the sweat beads falling on the ground, wondering what kind of mood he was in, and did he think of the most secretive guesses before.

Liu was ten years old, standing behind Bu Qiuxiao, looking at Jing Jiu on the peak, and he could n’t speak with open mouth, he did n’t need to meditate at all. , But after all, did not dare to continue to guess, who knows that reality is even more absurd than those guesses!

"So you are Jingyang ..."

Tao Nan forgot his face pale and murmured, "No wonder it would be like this, but why didn't I think of it?"

越来越 There are more and more people like her who are gradually calm and awake.

In recent years, Chaotian continent practitioners have been speculating whether Jing Jiu is the true blood of Jingyang, because the things that happened to him are too incredible.

Now they understand it, it turns out that this is the most real answer.

Why is Jing Jiu's gift for spiritual practice so good? Why does Liu Ci's widow want him to take charge?

Because he is Jingyang real person!

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On the Chessboard Mountain that day, there was also a thunderstorm, and lightning lit the chessboard under the kiosk.

He claimed to be the unparalleled boy face of Qidao, and finally lost to the Qingshan disciple who was apparently just beginning to learn chess.

He is still in the imperial palace in the **** mess Meitu, representing that year in the snowfield war, that disciple of Qingshan killed countless Snow Country monsters overnight.

The broken stone forest at the foot of Luo Tianguangfeng witnessed that the disciple of Qingshan defeated several two forgetful peaks in a row, and even fought across the border, breaking the blue sea sword that crossed Nanshan.

Different people think of different pictures, and finally fall on the top of the bad mountain in the fantasy world of Qingtianjian.

不 Is that sword that the disciple of Qingshan cut out towards the rules of the sky and the illusion, isn't that a world breaking?

不 Isn't what he does is soar?

"The reason why Shang Defeng will testify for the name of Jiu Jiu is because I knew very early that he is a little uncle."

Wu Yuan riding a whale looking at Fang Jingtian's expression calmly said: "You should have guessed long ago, why bother to ask today?"

一 As soon as this sentence came out, all the dust settled.

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Jingjing is the scenery, the upper nine is the sun.

Jing Jingjiu is Jingyang.

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Qiu Buqiuxiao looked at Jingu Jiu, thinking about the conversation in Chaoge City that year, his mood was a little complicated, and he said with emotion, "It turned out to be a real person."

After saying this, he went down to Jingu Jiu and made a great gift. There are many people like Bu Qiuxiao who do this, such as He Guogong and Zhang Yiai who have already stood up, such as the people of Daze and Jingzong, and the Suspense Suzeman Chen Xueshao sitting in a wheelchair and also respectfully owe his courtesy. .

Wu Xiangwan and other young disciples looked at Jing Jiu with admiration and awe.

Lu Hewei and others are full of ridiculous and incredible things.

Regardless of seniority, talent or realm, Jingyang real person is the highest one in Chaotian continent.

Everyone thought he had soared decades ago, who ever wanted to be on earth!

Except for Bai Zhenren, who had already guessed the truth, and Zenzi and Yuanqi Whale who knew the truth, only two people had no response from beginning to end.

Zhi Bai lowered his head early, and the wind brushed the blue silk in front of his eyes, blurring the picture of the peak and that person into many pictures.

A drop of tears condensed on the eyelashes and did not fall, because the eyelashes did not flutter.

What I know long ago is still sad, but I can only accept it.

I'm still sad.

Hunchun Feng can cross the White City, but sad six years in the snow.

The beauty can be a hero, but sad under the begonia tree.

Another one who did not respond was Zhao Layue.

当然 Of course she won't feel sad because she has been with him all the time and has done a lot of things together. She has already guessed who he is and has tried to ask.

Kusui Jiu did not deny.

So she was only slightly surprised at this time, and felt relaxed and relieved at the same time.

Keeping this secret, even with the parties, is a stressful thing for everyone.

"Don't you want to hide it anymore?"

看着 She looked at Jingujiu under the pond, thinking in her heart.

It's just that you have concealed for so many years, why do you admit it so frankly today, and so casually? It's like the Queen of the Snow Country prepared for tens of thousands of years in the snowfield, and finally brought the beast tide south to prepare to rule the continent. As a result, a monk was shot dead as soon as he arrived in Baicheng ...

After all, I was a little bit confused and a little puzzled.

Even if Fang Jingtian is prepared, you can't continue to walk the world as Jing Jiu, but you can give other explanations.

Wu Yuan riding a whale will surely continue to cover for you, and Zen Zi will also help you speak, why ... did you just admit it?

Zhao Layue thought of a possibility and gave birth to some pity.

I was really tired.

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Other people would not think like Zhao Layue. In their opinion, Fang Jingtian obviously had evidence in his hands, and Jing Jiu was not the second son of Chao Ge Cheng Jing Zhai, so Jing Jiu could only admit his identity, instead they did not understand. Is another thing.

According to Yuan Qijing, Fang Jingtian had already guessed Jing Jiu's true identity, why did he force Jing Jiu today to admit that he is Jingyang's real person?

If he is for the head of Qingshan and wants to say that Liu Ci's real widow wrote Jing Jiu instead of Jingyang ... then he would become a joke himself.

Qi Jingyang's real person is to be the head of Qingshan, where do you need any widow?

Looking at Qingshan and even the entire continent, who dares not to accept it?

Fang Jingtian suddenly looked at the ground and laughed.

There are no sweat beads that fall into eight petals on the ground, and there are no tears before the eyelashes. Only the peak of Tianguang Peak has witnessed tens of thousands of years of green mountain time.

情绪 The emotion in his smile is a little complicated, with some self-deprecation, some sadness, and some years of patience.

"Are you Jingyang ... Uncle?"

Qi Fang Jingtian raised his head and looked at Jing Jiu with no expression. "Uncle Jingyang has already risen?"

Kusui Jiu said: "Some things have not been completed ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ This is the answer he said to Zenzi in Guocheng Temple.

Naturally, Fang Jingtian would not believe this answer, and with the smile raised by Bai Mei, the mockery meant more intense.

"Even if it fails, it is still so light and light, always like a fairy sitting in the head of the cloud."

看着 He looked at Jing Jiu and said, "In this respect, you really look a little like Uncle Shi."

The people around Xi Tianguangfeng didn't know what he was talking about.

Since Jing Jiu is a real person from Jingyang, he is of course very similar to Jingyang.

"Maybe playing a role, if you play too long, you will become more and more like that role, but often you forget who you are."

Tong Fang Jingtian looked at Jing Jiu calm and said, "Did you also forget that you are not Uncle Jingyang, but a sword?"

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(Broken chapter dog! Huh! I curse myself first. But in the past few days, the spirit didn't know why it was inexplicably low, but also encountered the climax of this book. I really dare not write forward, and write and cherish it slowly Please write slowly, please do n’t scold me. I am a person who needs a lot of love. The more love I get, the better I write!) ...

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