The Path Toward Heaven

The formation of Yimao Zhaishu is more important than the Qingshan Tongtian and the Mahayana in Zhongzhou, and the heavens and the earth show various signs in advance.

This strong wind is one of them, and this year's lotus actually bloomed in early spring and it is another.

Xiao He picked a lotus leaf and rubbed out the juice with lotus flowers. He was busy for a long time, and finally steamed the sweet lotus leaf rice. He happily brought it to Liu ten years old.

Because of the murder in the mountain village, Liu's ten-year-old mood has been a little depressed these days. She doesn't know how to solve it, and can only take extra care in eating.

Fortunately, Liu was ten years old, unlike Jing Jiu. She was still interested in eating, but she didn't let her mind go to waste.

Looking at the sweetness of Liu ’s ten-year-old, Xiao He felt very satisfied. He cleaned up the paper and ink on the desk and went to the window to check how long the rune paper would last.

Recently, the wind is too strong, and you must use a rune to set up a shelter from the wind, so as not to be disturbed.

As for the inn she opened, of course, there was no business, no matter how good Gu Qing was for her, she couldn't help disturbing the world.

She came to the window and saw several clear rays of light in the mountains ahead. Then she saw a few monks with a slightly different look: "Zhongzhou faction is here too?"

When Liu was ten years old, he went to the window and looked over, his gaze fell on the face of a tall and tall man, and he compared the dossiers he had carried down in the gimbal at that time to determine the identity of the other party. At that time, it was the pinnacle of the transformation of the gods, but in the past century, I do not know why it came out late. It was actually breaking the three realms, and it was already refining the virtual realm. "

Hearing that the other party was actually a powerful man who practiced virtual reality, Xiao He said nervously, "Isn't that a big figure in the Zhongzhou school?"

Liu said at the age of ten: "Before talking about real people who didn't like him, these years have been considered to have some authority. After the death of Yueqianmen, he has a higher status in Yunmeng Mountain."

More than a hundred years ago, Jing Jiu and Bu Qiuxiao reached an agreement in the old Meiyuan. Yi Maozhai no longer interfered with the throne. In the view of the Zhongzhou school, this was an act of betrayal of allies.

After that, the relationship between Yi Maozhai and the Zhongzhou faction naturally disappeared. Later, Bu Qiuxiao personally guarded the well for 90 years in Chaoge City, and the two sides were about to tear their faces.

This time the Zhongzhou faction made Ren Qianzhu come to celebrate Bu Qiuxiao's sanctification, apparently trying to repair the relationship between the two factions.

The Qingshan sect is now putting too much pressure on the Zhongzhou faction. Jing Jiu returned to Qingshan to defeat Fang Jingtian neatly, and did not make Qingshan's internal consumption too serious.

Thinking of this, Liu's ten-year-old was a little more relaxed, saying: "No matter how hard the Zhongzhou faction struggles, after all, they are not opponents of the son."

Xiao He wanted to talk about the two real people in Baitian, but the top figures in Chaotian Continent ... Well, she was used to Liu's ten-year-old's blind trust or worship of Jing Jiu, and she blinked and asked, "Then you What about Ren Qianzhu? "

Liu said at the age of ten: "He is a senior elder of the Zhongzhou school. I am naturally inferior to him, but with the Fuji sword and Guancheng pen, I should be able to kill him."

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Here is the entrance to the Qianli Wind Gallery, but there are no strict guards. The mountains and rivers are so beautiful, except that the fresh green grass has been flattened by the wind and looks a little pitiful. When you want to come here when the wind is usually small, there may be many tourists.

Ren Qianzhu flicked his sleeves, dispelled the rushing wind, and looked at the inn and the shops with closed doors, thinking about these in his heart.

After passing the inn, walking along the river, it didn't take long to reach a lake.

There were numerous waves on the lake, one by one across the lake, looking quite powerful, the waves were amazing.

There were willow trees dancing by the lake, and the leaves were falling, and even the willow branches were peeled off.

"The Thousands of Miles Corridor really deserves its reputation. It is said that the wind is deeper, the wind is more turbulent, and has a lower yin, bitter cold soul, like a squall wind, practicing there, the effect of tempering mind is not worse than Qingshan Jianfeng Where to go. "

Ren Qianzhu said to the accompanying disciples: "I have passed the book into the fast. It should take some time, and you should practice each of them here and feel a bit."

The disciples were instructed to go and sit in the woods and meditate.

Fluttering.

A red bird came up against the wind and landed on a willow tree, lowering its head and combing its feathers.

Ren Qianzhu stood under the tree and looked at the huge waves on the lake as if he had no idea.

The red bird lifted its head, and Wuyu's black eyes turned slightly, saying, "How about the bottom of the cold mountain?"

Ren Qianzhu was still facing the lake, but his expression was much more respectful, and he said, "The sanshou who was arranged that year was inexplicably dead. The magic weapon made of scales should also be destroyed, and the position of the fire carp cannot be determined."

Red Bird said: "Even if you find a fire carp, you need to find a way to control it, otherwise the barrier will be extremely difficult to destroy."

Ren Qianzhu said with a dignified expression: "After the death of Yue Qianmen, Bai Zhenren trusted me more, but only she knew the method of controlling the fire carp, and she could not tell me even if she talked about real people."

"let it go."

The red bird flew up from the branch and flew down the wind, and soon turned into a small black spot, disappearing at the entrance of the air corridor.

Ren Qianzhu still didn't move. He looked at the huge waves of the lake quietly, and then looked back after a long time.

It turned out that he was also a man of Bu Lao Lin.

No wonder last year, when Yueqianmen returned the dzi beads to Chaoge City, he would be grasped by the real people of Taiping and killed.

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The little red bird flew to the entrance of the Qianli wind gallery and landed on the eaves of the inn.

The strong wind blew its feathers up and down, the vermilion color was variable, but it was very cute.

It slowly turned to look deep into the corridor.

Yi Mao Zhai is there.

A few days later, Bu Qiuxiao will be sanctified. Before that, the atmosphere of heaven and earth will change drastically. He only needs to choose any moment that hurts Bu Qiuxiao's body, gains his saintly spirit, and breaks a formation of Mao Zhai's suppression of the underworld channel, and then he can send the gale to the underworld.

The wind is the flow of qi, without any lethality. Even the howling wind with the chill meaning will not cause any harm to the underworld.

He wants to borrow the wind.

Only this strong wind can ignite all the flames in the Styx.

What will happen if the raging Minghe River encounters the endless waters of the East China Sea and the sky full of blood mist in the sky?

It was that he thought of the picture with some joy.

His first problem was how to get close to Bu Qiuxiao.

If he followed Ren Qianzhu into Maozhai, he should be able to hide the eyes of those scholars. The problem is that Ren Qianzhu cannot get too close to Bu Qiuxiao.

Thinking of these things, the little red bird paced on the eaves and made a crackling noise.

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Slap, slap.

Xiao He looked up at the roof and said, "The wind hasn't been so strong in previous years. The stones have been rolled up. You listen, it's really good."

"It's amazing."

Liu was ten years old holding a Guancheng pen in his right hand, and a slightly trembling Fuji sword in his left hand, looking at the paper on the table and saying.

Xiaohe didn't know what happened, and looked at him strangely.

Liu maintained his posture at the age of ten and remained silent for a long time. In the end, he chose to put down his pen and sword.

On that paper was a copy of an ancient fu written by his predecessors.

At this moment, he was thinking of another sentence: I can't be alone.

If he is only one person, he will never let down Guan Chengbi and Fuji sword, even if he will die in the future ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ At least he can inform his classmates of Yizhaili and warn him.

The impact and rolling of the stones on the roof suddenly stopped. Xiao He looked out the window and found that the wind was still going on, he couldn't help but wonder.

There was another crackling sound, a tile on the roof was broken, and the strong wind and sky light poured in, making a loud howling.

The little red bird flew in, waving its wings, and the sound of the wind disappeared.

With a clear light, the red bird fell to the ground and turned into a red boy.

Xiao He guessed the identity of the other person, his face became abnormally pale, and he took a few steps back subconsciously, standing next to Liu's ten-year-old side.

The real Taiping smiled at her and said, "That annoying you took me to pick some lotus flowers that year, and I haven't thanked you yet."

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(Today I took the whole family on a formal journey, ten people, two cars, I feel a lot of pressure ...)