The Path Toward Heaven

Along the mountain road formed along the stream, Liu was ten years old and swept forward quickly, like a dust dragon. It took only tens of breaths to reach the lake of lotus.

Qingshan Zong moved several temples here and looked at the beautiful scenery. Naturally, he had no interest and did not seek to see Guangyuan real people and Nan forget, but directly found Nanshan.

Hearing his request after passing Nanshan, he couldn't help but glance at Gu Han, and said, "It actually made you guess."

Gu Han had a bunch of bamboos removed from the sword boat.

Looking at the bundle of bamboo, Liu was ten years old very surprised and thanked Gu Han for his earnest salute.

These bamboos were planted in Tianguang Peak that time, more than 100 years have passed. His former master Bai Rujing also died in the sword prison, but those bamboos are still there, and the old bamboos are dead and the new bamboos are dead. A few clumps of bamboo are about to turn into a sea of ​​bamboo.

Looking at the ten-year-old Liu who was carrying the bundle of bamboo leaves, thinking of those years, it was coldness like Gu Han who couldn't help but sigh.

Liu was ten years old, carrying bamboo, and returned to Sanqianyuan at a faster speed. He took out the Guancheng pen, trimmed thin branches from the top, and started making bamboo chairs. The fuji sword buzzed and trembled on his wrist, indicating that he was the sharpest fairy sword in the world-except for the one lying in the Zen room-how do you use the Guancheng pen and not yourself?

"The pen tip is softer and does not need to be polished again." Liu ten-year-old explained patiently, but his movements did not stop.

Many years ago in that small mountain village, after seeing his son make a bamboo chair once, he never forgot that his craftsmanship was getting better and better, even Xue Ji in the sword prison appreciated his skill very much. It didn't take long for a brand-new bamboo chair to be prepared, and it was no different from the one often seen on Shenmo Peak.

Zhuo Ru had to lie down subconsciously, only to see Zhao Layue and Liu's ten-year-old eyes stopped, and his innocent face explained: "I want to try to lie down for the head."

Liu ignored him at the age of ten, went into the Zen room, hugged Jing Jiu, came to the porch, and gently put him on a bamboo lounge chair.

The sparrow looked at the cracked floor under his feet and asked with a little surprise, "Why is your husband so heavy?"

Zhuo Rusui said: "This shows that he really went to sleep."

Yuan Qu quickly pulled him aside and said, "What's for supper in the evening?"

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Jing Jiujing was lying on a bamboo chair with her eyes closed, as if asleep.

But he didn't breathe, no heartbeat, no temperature.

Zhao Layue and Liu were ten years old standing on both sides of the bamboo chair, looking at his face earnestly and intently, and did not move away for a moment.

From early morning to dusk, the color and brightness of the sun changed several times, and Jing Jiu's eyelashes didn't blink.

In the meantime, Yuan Qu carefully advised Master whether he should try to sit on the bamboo chair as well. Zhao Layue actually accepted his opinion, but Jing Jiu didn't wake up.

Zhuo Rusui suddenly said: "But the head seems to really like to lie on the bamboo chair. Do you see his expression more relaxed than before?"

Que Niang and Yuan Qu glanced at each other and said with surprise: "It really seems like this, and my brows are not frowned."

Liu was very happy when he was ten years old. Only Zhao Layue was silent, knowing that it was just the reason for the poor indoor and outdoor sky.

Jing Jiu didn't wake up, but with this bamboo chair, he didn't need to continue lying on the couch side by side with Bai Zao.

No matter when it's windy or when it's raining, he is quietly lying on a bamboo chair and feeling the world under the corridor.

Two days later, the spring season was running out, the summer season was getting warm, and the sun became extremely hot. Everyone knew that Jing Jiu didn't like it and moved him back to the quiet Zen room.

The clear sound of silver bells rang in the sky. Everyone thought it was Nan forget to come to shabu-shabu again and watch Jingjiu, but what fell was a white light.

Finally, this time is really finally ... Ada is here.

Ah Da fell on a bamboo chair, and watched the Xihai Sword God outside the round window with vigilance. He was covered with white fur, like a dandelion about to explode, always ready to escape with the wind.

Xilai turned and looked at the white cat.

A big meowed softly, indicating that you are going to fight with him and wait for him to wake up, I'll leave it.

Xilai did not expect that the legendary Castle Peak guard was so afraid of death, and nodded with a smile.

Ada was too lazy to pay attention to whether this was mocking or polite, sure that the other party would not kill himself with a sword, and then slowly walked into Jing Jiu's arms and lay on his feet carefully.

This picture looks very beautiful and very peaceful, just like a beautiful beautiful concubine who is sleeping and holding a white cat in the palace in the summer afternoon.

But for Ada, keeping a posture for a long time is really boring.

It missed some of its accessories, toys and companions, the strange snow beetle called Han Chan.

Suddenly, it saw the blue bird on the branch outside the window, and its eyes suddenly became bright.

Jade Bird's eyes did not fluctuate, and he spat, "You try."

Ada and Jade Bird have dealt with each other, knowing that the other party is Tianbao Zhenling, they ca n’t catch it at all, thinking that although you wo n’t fight, you wo n’t get hurt. What about playing?

Warm and even hot weather, the dark and quiet Zen room is easily drowsy, and it is also easy to be embarrassing.

A Daji thought for a moment, suddenly seeing the face of Bai Zai's Qingli close to her eyes, her eyes lit up again, she wanted to jump over, suddenly looked back outside the door, and finally gave up the idea, He lay uninterestingly on Jingu Jiu's body.

There is a table of hot pot outside the door.

Zhao Layue was eating hot pot with Yuan Qu, Zhuo Rusui, and Liu ten years old, but fortunately, he did not play mahjong.

At that time, the popularity of eating hot pots and playing mahjong on Shang Defeng reached only the former in this generation.

The three thousand courtyards now seem to have become the end of the gods.

The people at the end of God have this ability.

In the distant green mountains, Ping Yongjia stood on the cliff of Jianfeng, listening to the voice of Tieying, imagining the picture of Sanqianyuan at this time, looking forward to extreme and sadness, and said, "I also want to eat hot pot, I I also want to see Master your elderly, but I dare not. "

Xilai took the corpse of Yinfeng and left the lake, came to the porch, looked at the people who ignored him, kept his head down and ate hot pot, and said, "I don't understand why Jingyang real people have you like this. successor."

From the very beginning, Yuan Qu and Zhuo Rusui came to this hall with an iron pot and holding a hot pot. He had been observing these disciples of Shen Mofeng.

Zhuo Rusui chopped in the red soup with chopsticks and said, "Who can figure it out?"

Yuan Qu put a piece of fat in his mouth and chewed it, saying, "I don't think so."

Zhao Layue stretched out his chopsticks to block Zhuo Rusui's chopsticks and ignored the question from the west. When Liu was ten years old, he put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and pointed at the corpse of the phoenix in his arms. "Senior, I still hope you can respect me, even though I can't beat you."

Looking west, looking at Jing Jiu on a bamboo chair in the Zen room, he said, "I and he are a kind of person, so I don't understand that he would do such a boring thing to save the world."

This question does not need to be answered because he already has the answer.

Said West: "In the beginning I thought it was because of March, now it seems to be all of you."

Zhao Layue and others put down the chopsticks and looked at him.

"I am the cause-and-effect point of all ... I have heard the words of Jingyang real person."

Xilai looked back and looked at them and said, "You are also their cause and effect, including those outside, so he is what he is now."

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Some things like cause and effect can be deduced and calculated, more often they can't be calculated at all, and some even the parties themselves can't remember clearly.

For example, Zhuo Rushui still remembers the joy of heaven and earth aura that followed the wind when he followed Jingjiu's practice, but he had long forgotten that the joy happened at the peak of a snowy mountain, and there was a named Xuantian under the mountain Zong's small martial arts.

There is a very interesting phenomenon in the practice world of Chaotian continent. The more famous the denominations are, the more common the low-key names, such as the Qingshan sect, such as the Zhongzhou sect. Names, such as Sanqing School, Tongtianjiao, Xuantianzong.

Only Xuan Tianzong appeared more than a hundred years ago with a talented person named Zhou Yunmu. He actually practiced Yuanyuan with his own exercises, and then passed it to his disciple Lu in order to break through the retreat. Today, Lu Jin ’s talent for practice is also quite good. The two masters and apprentices later had adventures. After more than a hundred years, they became powerful men during the deification period.

The deification period is the beginning of the breaking of the sea. In these realms, they can also become elder-level characters in the Qingshan Sect and the Zhongzhou Sect. For ordinary practitioners, it is even more difficult to shake the high mountains. Zong has gradually grown in recent years, and has become an influential sect in northern Henan.

The higher the status and the stronger the ability, the greater the responsibility. Even if you can't afford those commitments, you have to go higher up in matters of concern.

This summer, of course, the disciples of Xuan Tianzong's disciples discussed most of these major events in the practice world.

"You haven't seen the grand occasion of the reclamation. It's really spectacular. Now I'm just a little worried. What if the Hades recovers its strength and attacks the ground?"

"Why haven't you been fighting for more than 700 years?"

"That's because the Pluto is locked in the town's magic prison. Who can control the Pluto now?"

"It's so ignorant, don't you know that the new Pluto is a real student of Jingyang? Qingshan Sect is inconvenient to say, but who doesn't know?"

With the passage of time, the turbulence brought by Taiping and Baizhen to the heavenly continent has gradually subsided, and the access to the underworld has stabilized. The disaster on the other side of the underworld is also being resolved, but it is alarming that The re-stabilized access to the underworld lost its barrier and became unobstructed.

"That's it! Snowfields are still calm now. It's a rare good day."

"Taiping real people, Xuanyin ancestors, Emperor Xiao ... Bai Zhenren are dead, of course Taiping."

"I don't know, I heard that there is a force on the other side of Lengshan who is competing with the Kunlun faction for the underground veins."

"I heard that the leader was the master of Xuanyin Sect a hundred years ago. I don't understand why the head of the company will let us choose to ignore it, and even ... secretly helped the other several times.

"Moth say we, even the Wind Swordsmen are helping there in secret ... Now it looks like the Kunlun faction can't last for a few years."

"Those things are trivial. Who knows what happened to Ohara Castle? Can Aoyama Sect endure forever?"

"Master Yexiao finally blocked Bai Zhenren's fairy tale, and heard that he was badly injured."

With this war that affected the entire continent, many secrets of the practice world were revealed.

For example, the Qingshan Sect's Yinfeng, Sword Prison, and the unshakable guardian of the mountain.

"After entering the underpass, they all stabilized. I am afraid that Daosheng, Zhaizhu, and Zenzi will all go to Ohara City. The heavens and continents will eventually become peaceful. How can they lose all their achievements because the sword **** of the West Sea returns?"

"The key is that Jingyang is still awake, otherwise there can be so many things."

"Is Jingyang still awake?"

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Zhou Yunmu listened to the voices of the juniors, and there were no expressions on the wrinkled face ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Turning and looking at Lu Jin and asking, "Is the real person awake yet?"

Lu Jin said: "I heard that this time the situation is different from Chaoge City, not even breathing and heartbeat."

Zhou Yunmu was silent for a long time and said, "Is this the case?"

Lu Jin said: "I can't be sure."

Zhou Yunmu took Lu Jin to the deepest part of the Dongfu, unraveled some extremely tight arrays, came to a portrait, and dug his head respectfully.

That portrait depicts a fairy in white, but his face is blank, not because he has never seen it, but because there is no ink in the world that can paint that person's face.

Zhou Yunmu took out a black card and handed it to Lu Jin.

Lu Jin was a little nervous and said, "Are you sure you want to deliver this time?"

Zhou Yunmu said: "The real person said that when we felt that we should send it back, we sent it back, and now I think it is this time."