The Path Toward Heaven

The surface of the sea was glowing with silver, like countless eyes.

Who the **** is looking at me? Liu's ten-year-old face was a little pale.

Jian Guang emerged from the body, drawing a rainbow in the night in front of the cliff, landing on the sea, and chopping those silver eyes.

After a while, however, everything went back to normal.

Liu ten years old took a deep breath, stopped thinking about the problem, walked back to the room, and sat at the table to start reading the dossier.

Life in Yuntai is not much different from life in Qingshan.

Most of the time he used to practice Kendo, and the rest was used to copy and sort out relevant information about Bu Lao Lin.

He looked at the various files and jade books quietly and intently.

Suddenly, his eyelashes blinked.

There are several transfers that don't seem to be too much of a problem on the surface. They are just ordinary transfers, and the level involved is not too high.

The light of the night pearl fell on the paper, making those ink words darker, like the night.

He looked up and stared at the sea of ​​stars outside the window. After a moment of silence, he took out his pen and paper and started writing.

The text left on the paper is very simple. The hidden rules are only he can understand. Those are combing and analysis.

He is no longer a child in the small village of that year. He is still innocent, but he can hide himself and look at the world in more ways.

The seemingly simple tunes and related messages are combined into a vague but complex pattern.

After half an hour, he analyzed that Bu Lao Lin should do something big in the near future, but what is it?

It took him a lot of time.

For the next day and night, he kept sitting at the table, constantly scrolling through the files, analyzing with strange text symbols.

He drinks some water when he is thirsty, and when he is hungry, he goes to the tavern to eat later.

When bloodshots began to appear in his eyes, he finally came to a preliminary conclusion.

For the time being, he is not sure what Xi Wangsun wants to do, but he can be sure that the target is the town's prison in Chaoge City.

What does Bu Lao want to do? Do they really collude with the underworld?

When Liu was ten years old, he picked up the paper full of text, rubbed his hands into ashes, got up and walked to the window, rubbing his face with the temperature of his palm, feeling slightly more comfortable.

There is a new starry night outside the window, but it is no different from last night.

He wanted to pace, but didn't dare.

He didn't know if the West King Sun had sent someone to monitor himself. More importantly, even if the West King Sun had trusted him, he still felt that someone was watching him.

He was a little anxious.

For this matter, he has paid more than ten years of youth and endured endless stigma and danger.

Even more painful is the inner struggle and struggle, tormenting him every day and night.

He watched Bulao Lin kill and do evil, even if he knew in advance the target that Bulao Lin wanted to assassinate, he didn't send information to the outside world.

He had made a decision last night and continued to lurk until he found the deepest hidden names and found evidence of collusion with the underworld.

But this time, Bu Lao Lin's goal was to town the magic prison.

Should I continue to wait?

No, the human race cannot bear such a danger, and Bu Lao Lin's goal is to set up a town magic prison, which is tantamount to collaborating with the underworld.

Liu was ten years old, staring at the sea of ​​stars in the night, silent for a long time, and said in his heart, "So, here it is."

He walked to the stone wall, lifted the ban, took the jade books and put them on the table.

Through some details, he had already determined that these jade books could not be taken out of the room, and he never made such an attempt.

He opened the jade books and started reading for the last time.

The last name came to his mind, he closed the jade book, put it back in place, and walked towards the quiet room.

He took nothing.

After breaking through the clouds and falling on the roaring island, Liu was ten years old and walked into the raging sea temple and came to Haizhou City through the tunnel.

He walked through the lively market with the crowd, and then walked into the restaurant.

Xiao He has prepared the meal and has been waiting for him.

Liu was ten years old, thank you, took chopsticks and started to eat. There was nothing to say during the whole process.

Xiao He looked at him with a smile, his eyes were calm, but his mood was complicated.

She was sure that he had brought nothing out of the gimbal.

But why did she think he had come to say goodbye to herself?

Are you going to leave like this without taking a cloud away?

The meal was quickly eaten clean. Liu thanked her sincerely at the age of ten, chatted with her for a few words, and got up to leave.

Looking at his figure disappearing from the crowd, Xiao He felt a little lost.

Unlike her imagination, Liu did not leave Haizhou City at the age of ten.

He went back to the dilapidated Tanah Lot through the tunnel, then returned to the cloud platform through the night formation, and returned to the quiet room again.

He stood at the window and looked at Starry Night, which was no different from last night. He rubbed his slightly swollen belly, and smiled on his face, looking very relaxed and satisfied.

I don't know if it's because of Xiaohe's breath, the taste of the food, or something else.

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Chaonan City, the capital of Nanhe Prefecture, is also the most populous city in the southern part of Chaotian Continent, and is close to Qingshan, so it has collected countless wealth.

With so much wealth, naturally, it is impossible for Baoshuju to eat it. In fact, since ancient times, Baoshuju's seat in this wealth feast is not too high.

The real masters of this wealth are more than ten families that have inextricably linked with Qingshan Jiufeng, including one family name Gu.

The Gu family has too many industries. Too many people sometimes do not know that a certain shop is their own.

For example, the firm that sells seafood in Xicheng.

One morning, the firm sent a cart of sea fish to Gujia's old house, one of which was sent to a small kitchen.

Strangely, the fish was not steamed, braised, or made into a scallion, but was delivered directly to the old lady's table.

The old lady took a small silver knife from the current patriarch, personally dissected the belly of the fish, and took out a fist-sized pearl from the inside.

Feeling the faint aura in the pearl, the patriarch was a bit surprised: "Even if this vitality pearl is good, why is it so cautious?"

The old lady's eyes were a little murky, and he gave him a slight glance, and said, "Immortal master, what can you and I comment on? Seal it quickly and send it to the mountain."

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Three days later, a box from Chaonan City sent two forgotten peaks.

Looking at the flowers on the box, Gu Han's expression changed suddenly, and Nanshan was notified at the fastest speed.

The disciples of Liang Wangfeng soon came here ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ to open the ban to seal the hole.

Everyone's eyes fell on that box.

"This is the flower of my tribe. The things are delivered from the west."

Gu Han looked at Nanshan Road: "You know what I mean."

Looking at the box across Nanshan, he said, "But what does he mean?"

Gu Han said: "The beads are inside."

I was surprised to pass Nanshan and said, "How is this possible?"

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