The Path Toward Heaven

It is on the west side of the Bihu Peak, and there is a group of temples in front of Baiya, where is the fairy residence practiced by the teachers and students of Bihu Peak.

Wu Feng, the master, stood in front of Luochao Temple and looked at the lake island in the distance. His frowns were slightly wrinkled and he was a little worried.

He is a disciple of the previous generation of Bihufeng Lord, not the same as Lei Poyun.

Over the years, he has been meditating in the hidden peaks in the depths of the Qingshan Mountains, but only vaguely knows that something happened between Jiufeng, and he doesn't want to face this pressure at all. If he didn't think about not letting Bihufeng's lineage be cut off, more He didn't want the old monster from Shang Defeng to take it away. He would never return from Yin Feng to defeat the banquet before the Cheng Jian conference.

The thunderstorm tonight is much more violent than expected, and I don't know what it means.

Lu Bihu Peak has already died of two important characters, and not died in the battle with the demon, but died horizontally.

Many disciples of Bihufeng were forced to suppress it because they were angry and wanted to find the answer to the head.

这 Is this the day penalty? Because what kind of evil did Bihu Peak do?

看着 He looked at the hundreds of cobwebs in the night sky, thinking with awe.

Many people in Jiufeng are looking at Bihu Peak and admiring the rare scenery.

Only a few people can vaguely sense the abnormal situation in Tianweili.

I walked on the cliff of Tianguang Peak, beside the fence of Shangde Peak, the tallest figure between the two green mountains, watching the direction of Bihu Peak, silent.

Countless lightnings leaked from the night sky and were washed into a dreamlike appearance by the heavy rain.

Looking at such a beauty, what are they thinking?

Uh ...

Uh ...

If the white cat really shot, even if he is different from the ordinary monk, he may die.

Kusui Jiu silently thought.

For him now, the white cat is too scary.

"I know you are not involved in that thing, because you do not have that courage."

I don't know why, the more vigilant he was to the white cat, the more casual he appeared, and he seemed particularly confident.

"But if you still choose not to stand by my side this time, then you know what I will do."

After saying this, he turned to leave.

On the surface, his words are still strong enough, and the movement of leaving seems casual, without putting the white cat in his eyes.

But the next moment, he knew he was wrong, and he forgot how meticulous the observation of the white cat was, and the transition seemed to come too suddenly.

Sure enough, the white cat suddenly raised his right paw and waved at him a few dozen feet away.

It is still very alert, very careful, its claws are not straight, it seems to be ready to retract at any time.

So this action looks very cute, it is like trying to tickle Jing Jiu.

In fact, this action is terrible.

Uh ...

Uh ...

大 The large net that stretched for dozens of miles in the night sky, woven by hundreds of lightnings, was suddenly deformed by being pulled.

I seem to have an invisible giant hand scratching in the night sky.

A lot of lightning broke from it, merged with each other in a very short time, turned into a very thick beam of light, and fell towards Bihu.

The cold light from the cat's claws, easily tearing through the dense rain, came to him.

At the same time, the extremely thick lightning came with the cold light.

There was a muffled sound, and lightning and cold light hit Jing Jiu's chest and abdomen accurately, regardless of the order.

I didn't sigh or scream, Jing Jiu was like an unknowing stone, and was shocked to fly hundreds of feet away.

He landed in the lake, the splash is not big, and the sound is more unlikely than the heavy rain.

The water of Laohu gradually calmed down.

平静 The calm here refers to what it should look like in a rainstorm, those waves that are evenly painted.

The white cat left the palace and walked slowly to the lake.

The tadpole was pulled by the long-haired tadpole wet from the rain, but it did not look embarrassed, but looked very majestic.

It looks like the Beastmaster who inspects the territory, watching the lake quietly, focused and alert.

I don't know how long it has been, there is still nothing in the lake.

The alertness in his eyes faded away, giving birth to pride and cruel emotions.

Suddenly, his eyes and pupils shrank sharply into beans, and his body was slightly to the right, ready to turn and escape at any time.

The blue lake under the heavy rain seemed as before.

Gradually, a wave came out of the water, and Jingjiu came out.

Uh ...

Uh ...

人 In the heavy rain, one person and one cat face each other.

Kusui Jiu knew that the white cat did not really want to kill itself by waving that claw, but just tentatively.

Of course he died directly, and the white cat would be very happy.

Alas, or it is certain that it is weak and ready to kill, then ... it may really kill him.

A tortoiseshell cat is such an animal.

When the host needs to feed, it can be gentle and humble.

主人 When the host is unable to provide food, it will jump out of the window without hesitation and there will be no attachment at all.

Even more frightening is that if you die and it has no food to eat, then you will become its food.

The most terrible thing is that at that time, it will often start to bite from your head and face, white hair stained with blood, the picture is touching.

Kusui Jiu walked towards the white cat.

His breathing was smooth and his steps were smooth, except that his shirt was broken, and nothing unusual was seen.

The horrible lightning and the cold light from the cat's claw did not seem to have any effect on him.

Looking at this scene, the white cat's tightened eyes showed a strong puzzlement, and then it was disturbed.

Why are you still dead? Why are you okay?

Sakurai went to the white cat and crouched down, raising his right hand.

The white cat stared at his hand, trying to turn and run away, but somehow it didn't move.

Its fur is all upright, and it looks extra vigilant because it feels dangerous.

This danger does not come from Jing Jiu's power, but from its instinct, or the imprint of its soul on countless years.

"Liu Ada."

Kusui Jiu looked at the white cat and said, "Having fed you for so many years, did you still keep unfamiliar?"

I didn't expect that this white cat would have such a weird name.

Hisai's hand fell.

The white cat turned his head to pretend he didn't see his movements, but his body was shaking slightly, apparently resisting the urge to escape.

Kusui Jiuxin thought that you were still as weak and timid as before, and timid and sensitive. Before he knew the details of the other party, he would never dare to move.

Thinking of these things, his hand has fallen on the white cat's head, rubbing gently.

Kusui's touch of the cat is very skilled.

His hand slid from the top of the white cat's head to his neck to his back, until he passed like a breeze in front of his tail.

Then he repeated this action again.

The cycle starts again and again, as if it never stops.

If you let the dinner party or Meri and others see this scene, you will definitely no longer doubt his birth in Guocheng Temple.

He touched the heads of Liu Shizhao and Zhao Layue in the same way.

This is just his habit and has nothing to do with initiation.

As he touched, the white cat gradually stopped shaking, and his mood became much more stable.

Kusui Jiu looked at the white cat and asked, "Are you worried that he is still alive, if you stand on my side, he will come to trouble you in the future?"

The white cat was lying on the grass wet by the rain, and there was no discomfort. Listening to the question, he still looked elsewhere, but his ears moved.

Kusui Nine understood what it meant.

Alas—you are asking it knowingly.

那么 "So, between us, do you decide to remain neutral?"

Kusui continued to ask.

The white cat turned his head and glanced at him quietly.

——A terrible pair of brothers and sisters like you, who would I dare offend?

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Kusui Jiu's voice was like a ragged white coat on his body, wet with rain and becoming a bit pale.

He stood up and looked at the temple under the western cliff, and said, "The child Lei Poyun was afraid of knowing nothing, but it was a pity that he died."

The white cat thought that that kind of idiot would die. What a pity.

"See you later."

Kusui Jiu looked at the white cat and said.

The white cat glanced at him indifferently, meaning that you could say alive.

Kusui Jiu went to Bihu, and soon disappeared into the water, which he could no longer see.

The white cat turned and came back to a big tree.

The wildcats on the linden tree have long avoided it.

The white cat leapt lightly, like a ghost, to the top of a tree more than ten feet high.

It lay lazily on its front paws, and didn't care about the non-stop rainstorm.

I looked at the lake and confirmed that Jing Jiu had really left, and the brutality in his eyes disappeared.

The thunderstorm stopped gradually, the soul tree in the temple sink automatically, nourished by entering the spirit vein, the island returned to calm.

The night clouds disappeared, and the stars appeared again.

Pingxing light fell on Bihu, Bihu seemed to be a mirror.

The white cat lay on the tree quietly, looking at Bihu, the mood in his eyes became warmer, and there was still some nostalgia.

Hoeing the bark was not as comfortable as the palm of his hand, it was warm and soft.

It suddenly felt a little tired.

Kusui Jiu's current state is indeed very low, but the sense of spiritual oppression he brings is too strong.

It yawned and opened its mouth wide.

The night sky was dim, and the Silver Lake flickered slightly. Starlight seemed to be much less at this moment.

I was like who was swallowed.