The Path Toward Heaven

One of the most famous personal appraisals from the disciples of Shen Mofeng to Jing Jiu is that he did not speak very much.

His words were really rare, so when the door of the Zen room had not been opened for a long time, Zhao Layue and others felt a little strange and made a lot of guesses.

Does he want to deceive the young unworthy head into a green hill?

Suddenly Liu was ten years old and felt that his son asked himself to learn swords from West, just to receive Peng Lang at his door.

"No, isn't he the one in charge?" He asked in a low voice to Zhao Layue.

Zhao Layue said: "Think about Zen."

Liu was ten years old and suddenly realized with the others. At that time, Zenzi once asked Jingyang's real people for 100 days at the end of the gods. From then on, the practice world thought that the real people of Jingyang had a half-teacher relationship with Zenzis. There are other reasons for this.

"Are we going to talk for a hundred days this time?" Zhuo Ruyue yawned and said, "Shall we go to sleep first?"

The stars are in the sky and the lake, and the night is so peaceful. There is no sound coming out from the zen room, which is a good time for big sleep. The words are like this, but where will someone leave? As time goes by, the starlight fades, Chaoyang's faintness in the east reveals his face, and with a squeak, the door of the zen room is pushed open and Peng Lang is gone come out.

Yuan Qu knew what Master and Zhuo Rusui were inconvenient to ask, and took the initiative to greet him. He saluted and asked what Jiu Ji had said with a smile.

Peng Lang said with gratitude: "The real person pointed me to a lot of kendos, allowing me to go to your school to find a sword in Jianfeng in the future."

Everyone thought that was the case. If Jing Jiu was going to do business, he would be the best person in the world.

Peng Lang thought at the end of the dialogue and said a little blankly: "The real person said that my name had some problems, but he couldn't change it, I didn't know what it meant."

This is indeed a bit puzzling, and Zhao Layue and others did not understand it.

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Peng Lang had just left, and a green curtain car fell in the morning light.

The morning breeze drove the blue curtain slightly, and A Piao floated out, asking curiously, "Who was walking just now? Uncle Guangyuan actually gave it away in person."

Speaking of such things as seniority, Aoyama Sect is the most chaotic right now, and the culprit is of course Jiu Jiu.

Hearing A Piao's words, Zhuo Rusui thought of the young unworthy head again, feeling boring.

He turned around and went to the lone grave, ready to loosen his muscles.

Yuan Qu explained a few words of Peng Lang's identity. A Piao was a little surprised, and soon stopped thinking about it, shouting happily to the Zen room, "How do you become so strong!"

She rushed into the zen room, but bumped into a person and floated like a leaf.

"What are you doing!"

She flattened the black bangs like leaves, and shouted annoyedly, and then found that Zhao Layue was blocking her way, and she quickly hurriedly stopped daring to complain.

Zhao Layue said, "He has something to do, wait a moment."

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The morning light was shining on the small bridge and flowing water, but also the flowers and trees of Pinghu, and the zen room.

Jing Jiu reached out his hand and condensed some water in the air, heated it slightly with sword fire, wet the towel in his hand, and went to the bed to start washing his face.

The steaming towel moved slowly on that clear and slightly pale face, wiping away a little dust and a few silks that could not be completely removed.

When he was trapped in the snowy field a hundred years ago, he didn't do this kind of thing, because she was in the cocoon of cocoon at that time, and of course he thought it was meaningless to do this kind of thing.

Meaning needs to be given, and the sense of ritual is like this, such as eating hot pot before doing big things, like doing something before leaving.

He carefully tried Bai Zao's face and neck, including both hands. After doing these things, he stood up and walked out of the Zen room.

The morning light fell on the porch, and the shining wooden floor shone like it did when March left.

He stood in the morning light, wondering what he was thinking, and was quiet for a long time.

"You all wait for me at the end of the gods," he said to Apiao. "You go too, don't rush back to the Nether."

Ah Piao knew that something was going to happen, and vaguely guessed what was going on. The little face became a little pale, and the light revealed the meaning of perseverance.

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Dozens of swords illuminate the cold mountain.

Those sword lights do not mean that there are many flying swords.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue landed on the ground, and the sword light brought out from the clothes was gradually disappearing.

The wasteland is not desolate, with many green shrubs and weeds, illuminated by those fleeting swords, and finally ushered in a highlight in a short life.

There was a huge crack in front of them, reaching out to a red field in the distance, which was once the Lieyang Gorge.

There are also many weeds on the cracked cliffs. This is because the fire veins in the ground are dying and the magma is lost. It is more the power of time.

Liu Ci has walked for over a hundred years.

Jing Jiu was still upset at the thought of this incident, and did not want to stop here, and took Zhao Layue to fly deep into the crack.

All the way through countless narrow and deep passages, heavily damaged ancient battlefields, and winding but calm magma rivers, they reached the deepest place in the bottom of the soul valley.

The ban set by Zhongzhou sent here has been lifted by Bai Zhenren. The transparent giant wall disappeared without a trace, but the magma did not continue to fall into the abyss because a scholar was busy there because the big Buddha was standing under With.

Bu Qiuxiao's cloth is full of cracks and scorch marks.

Holding a writing brush in the sky, he was constantly writing amulets, his expression was so concentrated that he did not find the arrival of Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue.

Countless ways emerge from the pen end with the characteristic flavor of the text, and fall into the river, allowing the magma to gradually solidify. Amazingly, the solidified magma is not as smooth as rock, and the surface has extremely deep, countless runes that seem to be carved with a knife, and it looks like paper full of characters from a distance.

That pen is not a Guancheng pen, but in the hands of a saint, you can grow flowers at will.

"It's a great gift."

Jing Jiu looked at the scene and said with appreciation.

Listening to his voice, Bu Qiuxiao turned a little surprised and turned to look at him with a smile and said, "Is the real person leaving? Is this a special trip to say goodbye to us?"

"I want to know the answers to two questions before I leave."

Jing Jiu asked: "The question related to you is, is that person you or your teacher?"

Bu Qiuxiao looked at Zhao Layue beside him.

Jing Jiu said, "She knows."

Bu Qiuxiao said slightly, "The real person promised me not to tell anyone."

Jing Jiu said, "After I leave, there will always be someone in Qingshan who knows this secret, otherwise how to check and balance you?"

Obviously a very shameless calculation, but it was said to be so bright and upright, but Bu Qiuxiao also served, but naturally he would not tell Jing Jiu the answer.

"I won't say it," he said seriously.

Jing Jiu explained to Zhao Layue, "He Zhan's biological father is the teacher of the Bu Zhai master."

Zhao Layue nodded and said, "I will remember."

At this time ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ A deep, ancient bell-like voice came from the abyss: "What do I do if I hear the question?"

Jing Jiu said: "The real Buddha is speechless. He should trust you."

The saint also has a temper, but Bu Qiuxiao doesn't want to listen to Jing Jiuran anymore and asks, "What is the second question?"

Jing Jiu flies to the magma river and looks into the abyss.

There are countless magma falling towards the abyss these days. At this time, it has solidified as much as possible, looking like a ladder connecting the underworld and the earth.

At the end of the ladder, you can see an extremely broad and stable shoulders.

He asked, "Is it true that March told the story of your birth?"

There was no sound from the abyss for a long time.

Cao Yuan does not seem to want to answer this question.