The Path Toward Heaven

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There were no clouds in the night sky, and there were not many stars. It hung in a very high place and looked very deserted.

Is the world like this?

No, it cannot be described by the words cold or warm, because before humans, there was no cold or heat.

How can life be united with eternal world?

Death, or immortality.

"Only a great soul can be immortal?"

Zhao Layue murmured at the starry sky.

Jing Jiu said: "The immortal can be immortal."

Zhao Layue remembered that he used to say similar sentences.

The benevolent is invincible? No, invincible can be invincible.

So how do you become an immortal?

"I don't know, because immortality cannot be proven."

Jing Jiu looked at the night sky and said, "Fortunately, there is no need to prove it."

Looking at his profile, Zhao Layue had that feeling again, as if seeing the endless abyss.

Obviously in front of me, and seems to be in a very distant place, no way to catch up.

The most incredible guess came to her again. Although it was impossible to think, she felt too familiar with it.

From a very young age, she has always felt this way since she knew that she was an inheritor selected by Jingyang's real person.

She didn't dare to think about it any more, and changed the subject.

"Tong Yan is waiting for you today?"

"It should be, he can count us to appear, and the computing power is really strong."

"Why did he do this?"

"He should have seen my chess record."

"Ok?"

Jing Jiu said, "He doesn't like the way I play chess, but he must admit my skill, so he wants to see me."

Zhao Layue asked: "Who on earth is your stronger chess player?"

"He couldn't possibly win me at chess."

Jing Jiu calmly said, "I'm not as good as Go."

Before leaving the chess stand, the black spot he dropped was just a blindfold, and the real chess place was where the pointer hit.

Tong Yan and Guo Guoshi should be able to understand what he means and see the power of this move. However, it was clear to the spectator that he had figured it out for a long time before he came up with that move. If he was really allowed to take the place of Guo Daoshi, and he would compete with Tong Yan for a whole game of chess, the defeat would be great.

Zhao Layue stretched out her hands to untie her braids, feeling a bit looser and feeling a bit heavy.

She had said that to Xiang Wan at the Four Seas Banquet at the beginning, and then she had these things later.

Thinking about it now, she regretted it.

At the Xinjiekou, turn left to Taichang Temple, turn right across the Raven Bridge and cross the intersection three more to the Zhao family.

Zhao Layue stopped and said, "What kind of person is Tong Yan?"

Jing Jiu said, "I don't know, what about you?"

Zhao Layue shook his head: "I don't know."

In some ways, Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue were two alternatives in the practice world.

They didn't seem to care about anything.

They do not care about food and vegetables like ordinary people, nor do they care about spring warmth and flowers like the poets.

They are not as concerned about the future and destiny of the human race as Luo Huainan, and they are not as concerned about the outcome and mystery of the black and white world as Tong Yan.

They didn't even care about those opponents who should be valued on the road.

"I'll ask the family."

Zhao Layue thought about it and said.

Jing Jiu thought he was a family now, and said, "Then I will go and ask."

When preparing to bid farewell, Zhao Layue suddenly thought of something and asked, "Have you ever played Mahjong?"

Jingjiu hesitated for a while, and said, "I have been beaten several times before. They said that they lacked one, and that they couldn't fight without it."

Zhao Layue was shocked, even more surprised than he found that he was injured in the courtyard.

Jing Jiuwan doesn't matter, and he is very lazy. Who can force him to do what he doesn't want to do?

The nine peaks of Qingshan are all in the clouds.

The fog of Shangdefeng is not as dense as that of Jianfeng, but it is even colder. Maybe it's because of the well that goes straight to the ground?

Yuanqi Whale stood at the deepest part of Dongfu, staring blankly at the bottom of the well, wondering what he was thinking.

In the past few years, he finally broke through and became another giant in the sky behind Qingshan's head. To the position of master.

But these years he was very low-key, did nothing, just looked at the well, as if there was a good view inside.

Tianguang Peak is the highest, and the peaks have already detected the clouds, so the sun here is the best, and the warmth falling on the body can be overlooked.

The master looked at Shi Yuefeng's sight, shook his head, walked in front of the stone monument, and looked at the sword sheath inserted in the monument, thoughtfully.

There is a leisurely vicissitudes under the stele.

Yuan Gui slowly opened his eyes and glanced at him with a blank look.

As the oldest defender of Qingshan Town, it had unknownly accompanied several generations of Qingshan heads and sent them away.

Until now, it still does not understand why these heads always look worried.

Don't they know that thinking is harmful to the Tao?

No wonder in the end few of them were able to ascend successfully.

What are they thinking about?

Northwest of the rising continent, there is a large area of ​​snowy mountains, vast and barren, extremely cold, and rare people, called cold mountains.

Kunlun Mountain, Tianshan Mountain, and Crow Mountain are all part of this mountain.

This is also the place where the evil demon hides. It is said that the total altar of the Xuanyin Sect is here.

Chaoge City is already spring, and it is still snowy and extremely cold here.

A black spot appeared in the distance of the snow field, and then got closer and closer, and the flute sound became clearer and more pleasant.

Snow is blowing, shepherd playing the flute?

The flute is not a shepherd boy, but a young man.

The young man's eyebrows were clean, his senses were scattered, and his smile was indescribable.

He wasn't riding an ox but a yak, and black, dirty long hair was about to fall to the ground.

He didn't play ordinary bamboo flute, but a bone flute.

There is a faint blood line in the middle of the yellowish bone flute ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It looks like it may be a human bone.

The flute stopped suddenly.

A paper crane came from snowflakes, fell on his palm, and turned into letter paper.

The young man looked at the contents of the stationery and looked at it with a smile.

"Why is this child so sulky? You want to use a magic stick to do it. Your uncle is not such a good person."

There is only snow and cliffs, no road.

The young man's eyes seemed to have an invisible road, riding a yak towards the cold mountain without any hesitation.

When he came to the mountain full of cliffs, and there was no way to go, he rolled over and went down to the yak, and walked to a precipice.

Bend the index finger and knock on the stone wall, the sound is dull and solid, indicating that the inside is definitely not empty, and naturally cannot accommodate people.

The young man laughed and felt very satisfied. He put the bone flute around his waist and said, "Come out, swordsman."