The Path Toward Heaven

Beginning this morning, Yin San squatted on the treetop to hit mice, and a pile of rubble was covered in red clothes, and now there are only a small half left.

He didn't use any magical powers, nor did he use any swordsmanship, just throwing stones there.

Even if he hits, he won't really hurt the rats, but he will laugh happily. If he fails to hit, he will never have a look of defeat and joy on his face, very angry, Even swear words.

Xuanyin's ancestor and Yinfeng were even a little worried whether he was a little confused because of the frustration of Chaoge City.

Fortunately, at this time, he took the words of Xuanyin's ancestor. It seems that the old words are not only touching Yin Feng, but also touching him.

Yin San stood up, shook his clothes, spilled the remaining crushed stones under the locust tree, and flew into the night sky.

There was a sound of dozens of stones falling to the ground.

He had flew hundreds of rounds in the night sky.

Flying in red, such as dancing wings, drew hundreds of meaningless lines against a black background, and finally superimposed and combined into an extremely complex pattern.

With the knowledge of the ancestors of Xuanyin and Yinfeng, I can't see the meaning of this pattern.

"I also don't understand why I have been defeated all the time.

Yin San fell in the small farmhouse, took the glass of green wine slurry brought by his ancestors, took a sip slowly, and his beautiful and clean face showed a satisfied expression. Then he said, "It can never be because of me. Alcohol abuse, right? "

This joke is not funny, but Xuanyin's ancestors and Yin Feng both held the venue and laughed a few times.

"Whether it is the West Sea Bureau, or the two rounds before and after the Chaoge City, I and the Emperor Xiao jointly agreed, and there is no problem in terms of outline or details."

Yin San smiled and said, "However, we just picked up some small bargains in the first battle of Yuntai, and the rest were losers. Why? Because we met the kid of Tong Yan in the West Sea Bureau, Chaoge City awakened again in March. Come, and then he wakes up. "

Xuanyin ancestor said: "Luck, I insist this is luck."

Yin San took another sip of wine and said, "If his luck can last so long in this life, that is luck, what else are we fighting for?"

Yin Feng uttered a dissatisfied low howling, saying: "The situation is not bad now, there are still so many young people who support real people in Qingshan. If the two sides really come, we will have an advantage."

Yin San drank the residual wine in one drink and looked towards the south in the night, calmly saying, "But if everything in this life is already calculated by him in advance, are you sure we still have the advantage?"

Xuanyin's ancestor shook his head and said, "Liu Ci and Yuan Qi Whale left one by one ... even if this matter is irreversible, how about March? If he can count everything, would he just watch this happen, but everything Do n’t do it? Is n’t it so terrible than our wicked and evil people? ”

Yin San said: "Isn't the word desperate and devastating the most suitable for him? He was a very selfish monk, only asking for the road, not the rest ... Of course these are just guessing."

Xuanyin's ancestor said, "What exactly do real people want to say?"

Yin San smiled and said, "I want to know how he lived in this life, and why he has better luck than the previous life."

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The best way to know how a person spends his life is not to read his biography or listen to the narration of those who have seen him, but to see where he was born and where he grew up .

After a lapse of many years, Yin San returned to Qingshan ... not far from Yunji Town.

This time he is alone.

He ate the hot pot in that famous restaurant very seriously, and found that it was no longer the taste of the year. Then he remembered that he was not himself, and the taste had changed a lot.

In the box that year, the underworld demon possessed by him was seized by Zhao Layue with a sword and then killed by a flying sword.

Thinking of this past, he threw the chopsticks on the table in a depressed mood, rolled up his sleeves, and looked at his left hand.

The sword was the Firth sword.

The sword rope in the old plum garden of Chaoge City is still the Firth sword.

A person cannot step into the same river, but can be tied twice by the same sword rope. Could the same thing happen again?

Leaving the restaurant, he went to Jingyuan outside the town, of course without giving money.

The mist outside the Jingyuan Garden was very dense. The practitioners were still waiting outside. He directly broke into the mist and landed on a flower tree by the stream. Of course, there was no shock.

Smelling the still hot pot taste, he wrinkled his nose a bit cute and muttered to himself: "How can you teach so many appetizers who love hot pot?"

The next moment he sneered and said, "After all, learn from me."

After leaving Jingyuan, he went to Gu's house, stole the carriage, leaned comfortably on the cushion, watched the light from the skylight, and drank the fine wine that would change in a while in the wall.

The wheels rolled over the bluestone slabs, and they marched all the way to the mountains and came to a very remote mountain village.

It stands to reason that such a remote mountain village would have no reason to build such a straight and spacious road, but this mountain village was originally very special.

Standing on the cliff outside the village, Yin San squinted his eyes and looked at the fields below, and saw that the rice fields were golden and it was time to harvest.

There are many large mansions in the mountain village. From time to time, Zhuang Wu's family members can be seen. Obviously, they are not ordinary people. They must be rich or expensive. It is not like the pictures in the mountains.

He walked into the village and found a short, old farmer in the field. With a friendly face, he knew a lot of things easily.

About one hundred and fifty years ago, an immortal teacher came to this small mountain village and took away two talented children.

Later, the people in the village were not very clear. Only one of them knew that one of the children became a very powerful figure in a certain practice.

The child's surname is Liu.

The parents of the surnamed Liu have been taken care of by the immortal master, and have lived for more than a hundred years, giving birth to many children.

For the sake of that immortal master, no matter whether it is the court or other large households, these Liu children are naturally highly respected, and they dare not offend.

In this way, the Liu family has now become the second largest household in the state capital. This mountain village has become the private property of the Liu family. The original people have either moved away or become the descendants of the Liu family.

"This Liu family is so amazing?" Yin San asked.

The short, old man picked up a cloth towel, wiped off the sweat from his dark face, and pointed to the rice field in front of him, saying, "All the farm products are from the Liu family. Are you bad?

Yin San said: "These big families have done a lot of pickled things when they want to come ..."

He didn't wait for him to finish his words, the short old man's eyes filled with horror, and he waved his hands and said, "I don't know anything!"

Yin San said with a smile: "Just a casual chat, why is the old man so careful?"

Where did the dwarf man dare to take his word, he waved his hand to leave.

Yin San was preparing to leave, suddenly thinking of the rumor in the practice world, saying, "Lao Zhang, is it difficult to learn such things as farming?"

The dwarf old man did not understand what he meant, and said, "How difficult is it to farm?"

Yin San was intrigued and said, "Can you trouble me to teach me to farm?"

The short, thin old man was more confused, looking at the red clothes on his body, and said, "Are you not singing?"

Yin San couldn't help laughing, and said, "You can also say this, singing is a fake style, I want to learn the real style."

The eyes of the short and thin man suddenly became a little cloudy, and he regained his consciousness the next moment, completely forgetting why he taught them, and asked, "What do you want to learn?"

Yin San said: "Everything is OK."

The short, old man asked, "What will you do?"

Yin San said seriously: "Nothing."

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In the light of the sun, Xijian Creek is like a golden whip being held in the hands of the peaks of the Qingshan Mountains. At this moment, it is extremely calm, as if it might break into the air at any time.

Suddenly, numerous light spots appeared on the stream. It wasn't that the koi in the stream knew many years ago that a very powerful predecessor would come to express joy, but the projection of countless sword lights in the sky.

Countless swords of light from the peaks ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ came to the sky over Xijian Creek, and then quickly fell down, the scene was extremely shocking, scared those young men and women in Xijian Pavilion pale and could not speak.

Figures of Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue appeared in the lower reaches of the stream.

"Welcome to the head of the real people!"

People are everywhere on the banks of Xijian River and on the cliffs on both sides.

The voice echoed between the peaks of the Qingshan Mountains, and it did not disappear for a long time. The iron eagle on Yunxing Peak broke into the air, and the monkeys at Shiyue Peak began to yell.

Jing Jiuwang looked far away at Shiyuefeng, raising his eyebrows slightly, so the howling of the monkeys stopped abruptly.

Guangyuan's real man smiled bitterly and thought that everything was true. Uncle Xiao really didn't like his own monkey, and said to Jing Jiuxing: "Lu Guangyuan has met with Uncle."

Zhao Layue raised an eyebrow slightly and said, "Brother?"

The real person in Guangyuan stunned for a while to understand her meaning, smiled bitterly again, and then saluted solemnly: "Meet the real person in charge."