The Path Toward Heaven

From many, many years ago, Jing Jiu liked to lie on a bamboo chair and play a game of sand in this porcelain plate.

At that time, neither Liu nor Zhao Layue knew what this kind of game was. It was not until the Chaocheng Meihui later that he said a few words after a game with Tong Yan's shocking game that he didn't understand this It is a means of deriving calculations.

Time has passed for many years, Jing Jiu gradually stopped playing this game, and people on the end of God's Peak rarely saw this porcelain plate and those fine sands, until today.

A fine grain of sand falls into a picture.

The surface of the undulating Jiangshan picture is so smooth that no gaps can be seen.

That's because all the sand grains lined up tightly and orderly as he thought.

This requires unimaginable space construction capabilities and computing capabilities, which are beyond human ability.

The Jingyuan Garden was quiet, and the wind blew through the stream and the trees and trees by the stream, and did not dare to make any sound.

Ping Yongjia stared roundly at the sand figure in the porcelain plate, her mouth widened, thinking that Master was really amazing. Is this even more difficult than flying?

Ada didn't know when she left Zhao Layue's arms, and she lay on the opposite side of Jing Jiu with her good-natured buttocks, looking very respectful.

Zhao Layue's response was the most common and natural, probably because she watched Jing Jiu the most times playing with sand?

Holding her knees, she looked sideways at the sand in the porcelain plate, and the breeze brushed the messy hair, passing her eyes, cutting the black and white eyes into countless worlds.

Suddenly her eyes became brighter, not because of the true meaning of the avenues seen in the sand, but because of the gradual tears.

I don't know what she thought, it was so sad.

At that time, after hearing the piano sound of March, Jing Jiu said that he didn't understand the four words.

At that time, she only felt that he was far away at that moment.

Now she is already a powerful person at the top of the sea. There are few things in the world that she does not understand. Naturally, she understands what it means to be far away.

He only needs enough time now to be able to leave far enough.

"It's early."

Jing Jiu knew what she was thinking, reached out and rubbed her head, expressing comfort.

Zhao Layue's short hair became more messy under the palm of his hand.

Jing Jiu took out a braid and handed it to her eyes.

This was cut off a hundred years ago when she left Chaogecheng Jing's house. Gu Qing handled things carefully and carefully and kept it under his pillow.

"It's really dirty." Zhao Layue glanced a bit disgustingly, without picking it up, ignited the sword fire with his fingertips and burned the braid into green smoke.

Whether it is cut hair, the peach blossom at the gate of Shuiyueya, or the begonia, you can leave it alone, but Qingshan still has to return.

The group left Jingyuan and went to Yunji Town.

The restaurant, which has been passed down for more than two hundred years, has not cooked any other dishes, but only made various hot pots.

With the protection of his family, and the support of tourists and even practitioners from all over the world, the restaurant's business is naturally good and unimaginable, but today it is natural to dare not take any more business.

Regrettably, everyone in Jingyuan just ate a hot pot today, and the shopkeeper could only kneel on the ground, watching with extreme disappointment those figures disappeared from his eyes.

When he came outside a house, Jingjiu glanced at the carriage inside the courtyard and continued to walk forward.

Although he did not have a sword, he only walked on his feet, and in the current state of practice, it took only a short period of time to cross the long mountain road to the Nanshan Gate.

The dense fog was scattered without wind. The simple and even humble stone gate appeared in front of the crowd. The deacon Aoyama sat behind the table to snore, but it was not the same year.

Jing Jiu didn't startle the man, walked under Shimen, the mountain breeze moved the white clothes slightly, like a cloud.

Zhao Layue hugged A Day and everyone went in.

Not far from Nanshan Gate is Nansong Pavilion. At that time, Jing Jiu was an outside practitioner who practiced here if he could sleep.

There are green pines like umbrellas everywhere on Yaping, Panasonic is sitting with a diligent outside door disciple, and there is a white hot mist on his head, and occasionally deep-fisting sounds like boxing can be heard in the pine forest.

He didn't meet the young disciples, and he was not interested in directing their practice. He went straight through the pine forest to the small building.

Many years ago, he returned to Qingshan once and walked like this. It was like a lion inspecting his territory. What is he planning to do today?

Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu looked at each other with tension.

Elder Shi Yuefeng is guarding the small building, watching the people who broke into the building, he was about to ask a few words, suddenly looked at Jing Jiu's face, rubbed his eyes subconsciously, and then screamed, then Worship it.

Jing Jiu waved him up, raised his hands and began to watch the portraits in the building.

From the beginning of the Qingshan ancestors, I have always seen the real ancestors of the ancestors, Master Shen Zhou, and then ... Taiping and his own.

Liu Ci's portrait lay at the back.

Jing Jiu stood for a while in front of the portrait, and suddenly pointed at the two previous images and said, "Pick off."

The elder Shiyuefeng was shocked when he heard the words, but he didn't dare to oppose it. He shook his hands and took off the portrait, and then asked, "The real person in charge, then ..."

Jing Jiu said, "Whoever died between me and him in a few days, hang up again."

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There is a mountain outside the city of Shangzhou. It has no fame and no scenery. It is a dozen ordinary farmers, each surrounding the courtyard, quite old and dead.

In the most secluded farm yard, there is a stone mill that has been in disrepair for years. Yin Feng stood on the stone mill, and was quite powerful, but the tail feather was broken and looked a bit pitiful, like a rooster crowing every morning, but suddenly found that the sun had not risen for several days.

"Why! Why is he so lucky! Why? He won again this time!"

Yin Feng started pacing on the stone mill, looking quite anxious, like a tiger who has been trapped in a cage for many years, and his voice became sharper and sharper: "It is clear that the real person knows everything, let Xiaosi become the head, only It will take more than ten years for us to return to Qingshan, and regain power in secret. North Dangzhongzhou, Nanping Guocheng, and then control Chaoge city, Chaotian continent is ours ... but why is he at this time? Wake up! And so amazing! "

"Yeah!" Xuanyin's ancestor spit thick sputum on the ground, cleared his throat, and continued to hold a greasy flesh and bones.

Yinfeng looked at him with a disgust, and said, "How can you get this kind of meat? It's disgusting! Look at the hard work you eat yourself, can't you just throw it away?"

Xuanyin's ancestor put the bones and bones on the stone mill and gasped for two breaths. He said, "I have a bad tooth now, so I have a bad appetite, otherwise why can't I eat it?"

Yin Feng taunted and said, "I have never seen you such a stupid evil devil, but it is one thing! You dare to swallow it. There is such a big hole in your stomach. How is your stomach good?"

Xuanyin ancestor said seriously: "I'm different from you, not because of the injury, but ... somewhat old."

Hearing these two words, Yin Feng fell into silence and looked at him with more pity.

It is guarded by Qingshan, it has a long life and many years to live, but the ancestor of Xuanyin ... is really old ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The farm yard has become extremely quiet, and the wind is blowing from the west. Lighten the twilight and let the stars start to brighten.

Xuanyin's ancestor looked at the big locust tree outside the courtyard and sighed with an old voice: "Real man, I haven't had it for a few years. I have followed you in this world for so long. When is it the head?"

A young man sat on the treetop of Dahuai, and the red clothes stood out in the twilight, as if it was about to burn.

His left arm had been restored as before, but he looked abnormally white and tender, like a newborn baby, and like a lotus root just dug out of the mud.

I don't know if this is the magical power brought by Feather, even the injuries caused by one sword can be cured.

"Yeah, when is this head?"

Yin San squatted on the treetop, picked up a stone in his hand, and smashed at a mouse in the field.

Looking at this scene, Xuanyin's ancestor and Yinfeng looked at each other, feeling extremely puzzled and worried.