The Path Toward Heaven

No one expected that at this moment Zhao Layue suddenly took the sword, the light suddenly broke up, and the map and light spots disappeared.

Zhuo Rusui complained, "I haven't seen it clearly."

Zhao Layue glanced at him, and he coughed twice, thinking that the book had been so miserable the other day, so don't do anything today.

Now everyone has guessed that this black card should be related to Jing Jiu, but what does that light point mean? If it's a location, what's hidden there?

Liu said to Lu Jin at the age of ten: "Lou, please say."

Lu Jin said: "The Master and I had entered the Jingyuan Garden then, and some of you here should still have an impression."

Zhao Layue and others nodded.

Lu Jin went on to say: "It was the real person from Jingyang who gave this black card to our disciples and told us that if he had something to do in the future, let me send it back."

After leaving Jingyuan with Zhou Yunmu, he was chased down by a lot of evil people, and was also down by Qingshan Zongbao.

But until today, Zhao Layue did not know that Jing Jiu really gave them important things.

"This black card has been preserved in Xuan Tianzong for more than a hundred years and has never changed."

Lu Jin knew what they wanted to ask, explaining: "It was only today that I knew this was a map. As for the location of that light spot, I don't know."

Zhuo Rusui thought that the uncle's ancestor was in Jingyuan more than a hundred years ago, and even if he was going to die now, he had made preparations in advance, and his position hid his legacy? Then is the rhythm of the separation of properties? Thoughts can fly and fly, but he is not a fool, naturally he will not speak.

Nan Wang said, "If you have any guesses, just go and see."

Zhao Layue didn't think so, and asked, "Why didn't you give it when he slept in Chaoge City?"

It is a hundred years that Jiuyi slept in Chaoge City. He only slept for a few days at the 3000 Temple.

"The real person said at the time, when we think we should give it, then we send it ..." Lu Jinwang said to Jing Jiu on the bamboo chair, "I think it should be this time."

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The Castle Peak Sword Formation was destroyed, and the Shanmen Faction that isolated Xianfan was still there. Even the battle array disappeared, and Castle Peak was still there after all.

The peaks are in the clouds all year round, and occasionally the wind rises, and those clouds will flow out like water and gather in a lively town. The town of Yunji is as lively as in previous years. The hot pot restaurant is full of people. The tourists are looking at the mountains. The landscape garden outside the town is still hidden between the flowers and streams. No one can see it.

Dozens of miles away is still a deep mountain, but it is just a deep mountain on earth. There is a village where there are many abandoned fields and a pond. The banyan tree beside the pond was illuminated by the sword, and Nan Wang, Zhao Layue, and Liu were ten years old. These were the people who had the closest relationship with Jingyang and the cat.

The mountain village was extremely silent, no sound was heard, and no chicken barking or barking, it was like a grave.

In fact, it is indeed a large tomb. When Liu was ten years old, he looked at the buildings with a gloomy taste, thinking about those loved ones killed by Taiping's real people. He closed his eyes and remained silent for a while, then opened his eyes again, and found that Zhao Layue's mood was also a little different.

Zhao Layue hugged A Day and looked at Qing Ping on the surface of the pond, wondering what he was thinking.

Many years ago, Liu was ten years old listening to the scriptures in a vegetable garden outside Guocheng Temple. Jingjiu was closed for twelve years at the end of God's Peak. After coming out, he planned to go to Guocheng Temple. He took her and Ada here on the way. At that time, she was just like now, holding Ada and standing by the pond waiting for Jingjiu.

She didn't know where and what Jiu Jiu went to during that time, but felt a strong uneasiness, just like today.

Nan Wang took out the black card, looked at the spot, and said, "It's over there."

The sword string emerged from the air, emitting a slight buzzing sound, leaving hundreds of straight lines on Qing Ping on the surface of the pond, looking like a chessboard.

After passing through a dead village, over several mountains and a wild forest, you reached a small river.

Many years ago, Jing Jiu came out of the river, lit the fire for the first time, and dried the white clothes.

The place where Nan Wang, Zhao Layue and Liu were ten years old was conveniently located in the big mountain at the end of the river.

It is difficult for ordinary people to get into the depths of the mountain, but it is nothing at all to the south forgetting the heaven.

Silver Bell moved slightly, and she raised her right finger toward the steep and smooth cliff, ready to forcibly open a passage.

"I played in this river when I was young." Liu said at the age of ten. "You can walk in there."

There was a hole in the cliff, and a silver waterfall cascaded down, which is the origin of the river.

The three crossed the waterfall and entered the cliff. There is a dark channel in the cliff, the river is constantly flowing, and the sound of turbulence and the hard stone wall is constantly sounding. Neither the impact of darkness nor the impact of the current had any effect on them, but the length of this passage was a bit beyond imagination, and it seemed to go all the way to the deepest part of the mountain.

I don't know how long it took, and suddenly the front of the passage was lit by light, which was a pearl inlaid on the stone wall.

Nan Wang looked at the pearl on the stone wall, and did not know what he thought of, and his face was a bit ugly.

Liu Shishi, who walked in the front, said, "There is a sword array."

Zhao Layue and Nan Wang walked past, feeling the cold sword-staining through the cliff, feeling a little strange.

Those cold sword intentions and the hidden sword array in the mountain itself obviously have the taste of green hills, but obviously not the Chengtian sword array.

"It's the kind in Sword Prison ..." Liu ten years old became tense when he thought of the passage at the bottom of Shangde Peak, the cell, and the Snow Queen in the cell.

Zhao Layue also saw the cell, and felt the messy sword in that passage, and immediately thought of it.

"Thousands of miles frozen ... it's his battle."

Nan Wang's voice was colder than Jian Yi: "It looks like we haven't found the wrong place."

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The sword array, called the Thousands of Miles Frozen, can shut the Taiping real people for hundreds of years, and naturally they can't crack it.

Only then did they know why Jing Jiu left the black card to them.

As if feeling the breath in the sword array, several extremely ethereal sword intentions floated out from the complicated pattern on the surface of the black card.

The swords melted into the sword array as if they had forgotten that the extinguished lights merged into the first rays of morning light outside the window.

Thousands of miles of frozen sword array opened silently, so that the pearl light on the stone wall fell into the darkness, and illuminated the cave.

This is a very plain Dongfu, with only a few simple furnishings, as boring as its former owner.

There is a stone couch next to the cliff in Dongfu. There are two futons in front of the couch, which are already worn out and can dissipate as long as a gust of wind rises.

A Day stared at the two futons in Zhao Layue's arms, and suddenly he sniffed, wondering what the taste of the old year was in his thoughts, his eyes expressing doubtful expression.

Lying on the stone couch, the silkworm clothing on his body had been rotten, his wounds were all over, and there was no blood left, and the belt made of the puppet had been broken and scattered around. The man could not see his face clearly, and his face was covered with a layer of mist, as if it would not dissipate for thousands of years, but it seemed that there was a billion years of starlight hidden in it.

Zhao Layue and Liu looked at the corpse on the stone couch at the age of ten. Although they had expected it, they were still speechless in shock.

There was a silence in the cave, and suddenly a sound of water droplets rang.

Zhao Layue thought that the man was the most picky. How could the cliff walls of Dongfu seep?

She turned around and saw a picture that was hard to forget.

Nan forgot to cry.

It's that silent cry.

No sorrow, calmness or even indifference could be seen on her face, but no sound was heard, but tears could not stop falling.

"It turns out ... you are really dead."

Nan Wang walked to the stone couch and sat down slowly, reached out and touched his face across the layer of mist, the tears gradually stopped, but there was much sadness in his voice.

Zhao Layue looked at Liu at the age of ten, walked to the stone couch, and knelt down, making three noises in front of the corpse.

Ada had already jumped out of her arms, staring at the two futons in front of the stone couch, looking extremely focused.

——I recognize you even if it turns into ashes.

This is not the idea of ​​Ada, but the voice of Nan Wang.

She walked into Dongfu and recognized the person on the stone couch at a glance.

More than a hundred years ago, Jingyang's real person struck the sky and soared.

But there was a problem with the smoke disappearing, and then he was attacked by the White-Blade Immortal, was seriously injured, returned to the world, and hid in the cave.

Before dying, he used the Thunder Soul Wood that had been prepared long ago to extradite the spirit into a sword of all things, and then reborn.

On the stone couch is the body, or relic, left by Jingyang's real person.

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"My son ... I really suffered then."

Liu looked at the wound on the man at the age of ten, his voice trembling.

Now the White-Blade Fairy is dead and the Taiping real person is dead. The hatred related to this matter has gone with the wind, but he still feels sad.

Zhao Layue's first thought after calming down was another issue.

When Liu Ci and other big things leave, heaven and earth will give signs, and they will dissolve into light spots, turning into spring breeze or morning light. Why is the legacy of Jingyang's real person preserved for so long? Is it because his spirit still exists, so it is not really dead, or does he have reached the realm of Tibetan world at that time?

"What shall we do next?" Liu asked when she was ten years old.

More than a hundred years ago, Jing Jiu asked the two ordinary practitioners to take this black card, which was obviously ready for the second hand.

They now came here with a black card and found the body of his previous life, then what?

Zhao Layue said: "Remember what Zenzi said in the three thousand yards? Jingyang and Jingjiu are like the upstream and downstream of a river ..."

Liu said at the age of ten: "I still don't know who I am in the dream ... I don't really understand."

Nan Wang suddenly said, "He wants to come back."

Zhao Layue and Liu did not understand her meaning at the age of ten.

Nan Wang said softly: "He wants to return to this body. Although he has never expressed this kind of meaning in this century, but ... he wants to return. This time he was too injured and fell into deep sleep. , There is no will to be bound, so something goes wrong. "

Zhao Layue frowned slightly and said, "You mean his spirit is against the body, so he doesn't want to wake up?"

Nan Wang said, "Maybe he doesn't like the current body, maybe he just doesn't like this body, who knows?"

Zhao Layue asked, "Even if his previous life was the strongest in the world, as far as Taoism is concerned, it is definitely not as good as the current sword body. Why would he not like it?"

"Because the body can feel it, it can itch, it can hurt, it can be drunk, and now he ... can't feel anything."

Nan Wang gently touched Jingyang's face on the stone couch, eyes full of pity and distress.

Both Zhao Layue and Liu knew when they were ten years old, and then remembered that the person sleeping in the three thousand yards, like Nan Wang, gave birth to a lot of pity and distress.

The monk Shou Yuan is very long. He has seen too many life and death, and naturally he looks very light on many things.

But monks like Jing Jiu are still extremely rare.

He does not eat hot pot, plays mahjong, or drinks.

The most delicious food in the world, the most emotional thing ... has no appeal to him.

Even those wicked evil spirits would not be as extreme as him.

Even the real person in Jingyang at that time was not as cold as he in this life.

Why is this happening?

No one has ever thought about it ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ even if Zhao Layue and Liu are ten years old, they will only think that he is such a person.

Until this moment, they realized that Jing Jiu didn't like those things because ... he couldn't feel those good things.

Even the strongest wine, the hot tea, was no different from water for him.

He could only walk in the alleys by the lake in the spring in the spring rain.

He could only lean against Dao Dian in Dongxue and feel the frost particles falling on his face.

He can only live a poetic life without knowing it.

Because poetry is not between the words, not the real thing.

Unconsciousness is the highest realm pursued by Zen.

But what kind of pain would it be if forced to do so?