The Path Toward Heaven

Jing Jiu wasn't wearing that white coat, but was wearing a common cloth shirt, or wearing a hat as usual.

The broad hat completely covered his face, and the sword was isolated. Even if someone looked down from the hat, he couldn't see his eyebrows clearly.

The reason why Lu Guogong can recognize him at a glance is mainly because of day and night thoughts, of course, there are reasons why Jing Jiufengyi is too good.

Suddenly Jingu disappeared in front of his eyes, and Lu Guogong was startled. He wondered if he was missing a disease, so dazzled?

He quickly reached out and dipped some tea in the tea bowl and rubbed it on his eyes, then looked intently. Now Jiu Jiu has reached the grassland dozens of feet away, shocked to think about what kind of method Master Xian has learned in these three years , There is a kind of sense of ecstasy.

The restoration project of Chaoge City is extremely fast. Taichang Temple is naturally the first batch, and the principle is to repair the old one, so there is still a bamboo forest deep in Taichang Temple.

In the depths of the bamboo forest, there is still an obliquely long passage leading to the ground. Many workers are busy around the passage and carry a lot of things out of it.

The living dragon and the corpse are naturally two different things. There is no problem in building a large and sturdy dragon body to make a prison, but naturally there are many facilities to be added.

Jing Jiu went to a very remote corner.

There was a bunch of lilac wild flowers in that corner, which swayed gently in the wind.

Jing Jiu reached out and took out a bell from the bunch of purple flowers, and took the white cat out of his sleeve, and tied it carefully around his neck.

Liu Ada was a little awkward. She turned her neck and the bell made a crisp sound, which attracted several butterflies.

The cat's claw rose in the wind and drove away the butterflies, and its face was full of unhappiness.

Dislike naturally is not dislike bells, but dislikes what Jiujiu does.

Unwillingness is not unwilling to be tied, but unwilling until the end it can not fight with Canglong happily.

Jing Jiu said, "At that time, it was already useless. Even if you go up and bit it into several pieces, it will be invincible."

Liu Ada laughed at him slightly, thinking that there is no such thing as victory in the world.

Jing Jiu said: "You fought for thousands of years, and eventually it died, and you are still alive, then you win the battle."

Liu Ada thought for a while, this is indeed the truth.

It looked to the ground, with some nostalgia and a lot of disgust in its eyes.

Missing is not missing.

It doesn't have any feelings with the Canglong, even if it's a fight, it misses the young years when he once walked on the clouds.

The disgust is real. The most disliked by Qingshan's defenders is Yunmengshan, two pretentious guys, especially Canglong, greedy and idiot. The most important thing is that the food is extremely ugly.

Jing Jiu was looking at the bunch of lilac flowers, with a touch of nostalgia.

He has few friends, but Hades is one.

In the town's magic prison for three years, most of the time he was in Dingding, talking to the Hades for dozens of days, but enough.

——My friend has an innocent childlike heart, quiet and amiable, just like the Ming River.

Thinking of what Brother had left in his notes that year, Jing Jiu remained silent for a long time.

Brothers have very few friends, and Pluto is definitely one.

Otherwise, my brother would not have done so much preparation.

In fact, both the brother and him knew that Hades was hit by that fairy tale, and it was difficult to leave the town's magic prison alive.

This is the best ending now, because it is finally out.

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In Guocheng Temple, the setting sun shines.

Yin San was sitting on the stone steps in front of Baishan's quiet room, holding a roll of Buddhist scriptures in his hand and watching.

The twilight fell on him, and he was also in the twilight. The picture was beautiful and slightly desolate.

Xuanyin ancestor looked at his back, his face full of admiration.

The major event in the town of Chaoge in Chaoge City is a real-life arrangement.

He just sent a letter to the town's magic prison. Why did so many things happen?

"Real people ... really God and man."

The ancestor walked behind Yin San and said with all sincerity.

Yin San stood up, looked at Tallinn in the sunset, and said, "Do you know why I am so happy?"

Xuanyin's ancestor said, "Because the real person finally got out of that bad breath."

When Yin San returned to the world with the Pluto Emperor, Xuanyin's ancestors knew this secret naturally when it was extremely prosperous.

Yin San said: "Yes, it's really much faster."

Xuanyin's ancestor went on to say: "And after all, Qingshan is a real Qingshan, and the Zhongzhou faction was hit, which is naturally a beauty.

Yin San smiled and patted his shoulder.

I don't know when it started, he rarely touched Xuanyin's ancestor like a dog.

Yin San certainly did not want Jing Xin to become emperor, because that was the choice of the Zhongzhou faction, and more importantly, the prince was regarded as the inheritance of the Bai family, which disturbed him.

That's why he dragged Jing Xin into the town's magic prison through the old things of Bu Lao Lin.

The news of Chaoge City has been returned to Guocheng Temple.

Most of them were as he expected.

He knew Canglong's greed and understood Jing Jiu's methods. The only thing he could not think of was how the Emperor came out of Taichang prison.

Now think about it, this should be related to Jing Jiu.

The ending is wonderful.

He sent the letter into the town's magic prison, and the town's magic prison was destroyed.

The Zhongzhou faction suffered severe setbacks, and it became increasingly difficult for Jing Xin to succeed.

The only regret is that Jiu Jiu is still alive. It seems that it is really troublesome to kill him. Is it going to be shot in person?

Then Yin San remembered ... The Emperor was dead.

He is not sad because he knows what the Emperor thinks-if death is freedom, the sea of ​​anger will also run away.

Yin San stepped down the stairs and came to the twilight tower forest, put the Buddhist scripture into a stone tower, took out the bone flute and raised it to his lips.

The long, stable fingers moved between the red bloodline and played a tune.

This tune is very bland, just yoyo.

Not far away, Songtao calmed down, and the sunset was redder.

The ancestor's gaze was always staring at the bone flute, his eyes were extremely complicated. After the flute sounded, he gradually returned to indifference and sat on the stone steps, showing a smile.

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Leaving Taichang Temple, Jing Jiu returned to Jing's house and knocked on the door to see a boy.

It was still early, and Jing Shang was naturally still working in Taichang Temple. Jing's wife returned to her mother's house to help, while Jing's father went around the street, and only Jingli was at home.

Jing Lizhen looked at him and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Jing Jiu took off his hat and scattered his sword.

Jingli looked at his face and was surprised. He said, "Uncle, are you back?"

Jing Jiu thought about it and said, "Your name ... Jingli."

Uncle Jingli now remembers his name this time, surprised again, then very happy, and greeted him with a smile.

Jing Jiu walked into the house and looked around casually. It has not been seen for three years. The garden has tripled, and of course Jingli is three years older.

After speaking a few words, Jing Jiu returned to his room. It seems that the chess pieces on the chessboard have been touched by someone. It took me a while to think about it. Jing's house is very close to Taichang Temple. All the changes in prison were turned into ruins.

Everything that looks familiar is actually new.

Well Jiu thoughtfully.

The white cat got out of his sleeve, jumped to the window sill, and squatted down to look into the garden.

Jing Ji glanced at it.

He naturally saw that Jingli had begun to practice.

In the small mountain village that year, he taught Liu Yi the ten-year-old breath method.

Liu Ada ignored him, thinking that I had an infinite number of lives. I did n’t have much thought about accepting an apprentice. Would you like to care?

Suddenly his ears trembled, as if he heard something, jumping off the window sill and disappearing into the grass, leaving only a string of bells.

Jing Jiu went to the window and looked at the begonia tree that was very similar to that year. I thought that the reconstruction of the well house must be handled by Lu Guogong himself, so the authenticity should still exist.

Thinking of these things, when the wind came, the begonia flowers fell like powder snow.

In the begonia flower, the white dress fluttered, and the girl came swiftly.

This situation, as if in those days.

Bai Zao looked at him with a slightly different look ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Jijiu thought she was going to ask about the town's magic prison.

He was ready to say something.

He knew nothing about the town's magic prison.

In the past three years, he has been practicing in the secret place of the palace. The other day, because of the disturbance of the ground, he had to leave the customs early.

"How do you ... seem better?"

Bai Zaoji said.

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