The Path Toward Heaven

Spring is deep outside the window, and you can sleep high.

When I woke up again in the winter, it was days later.

She looked across, and now Jingu Jiu was still sitting there, as if motionless, but the cup of tea was gone.

Jing Jiu looked back out of the window and looked at what she wanted to say, but ultimately did not say anything.

She said, "Do you think I'm a lunatic? I want to kill West in such a lowly state."

Jing Jiu said, "It's really unwise."

Over the winter said: "Tong Yan said the same thing. He had persuaded me several times in private in the vegetable garden of Baotong Temple."

Jing Jiuxin thought you were never a girl who would listen to people's advice.

"I have a nephew named He Zhan. It's silly. I will have the opportunity to take care of him one or two in the future."

He didn't wait for his answer in the winter, and continued, "I went to the West Sea because I thought it was possible, and whenever possible, I wanted to try."

Jingjiu said: "The premise of any adventure should be that there is no other option."

"I don't have much time, so I think it can be tantamount to no other choice," said Winter.

Jing Jiu said, "I said you would not die."

Winter said, "Even if I can survive this time, I don't have much time."

Jing Jiu understood her meaning and turned to look out the window.

The meaning of spring is already going to be mildew, not as good as the other day, but even better than the red leaves in late autumn.

The spring silkworm came to the end of the dead silk, but that was not really dead, and then it turned into a beautiful moth, spreading its wings and flying farther away.

It's just that moths can't live long.

Jing Jiu was very clear that if he used this method for the winter, his life would not be too long.

If she doesn't use this method, she can live at least two hundred years in her realm, but she has no hope of breaking through the sky and seeing the scenery elsewhere.

And even if she used this method, the hope of soaring is still very small, only slightly increased, even negligible.

It is a magnificent gamble to change the glory of the moment of glory with the life of still water.

If someone else knew the choices for the winter, might they say it was worth it?

Jing Jiu wouldn't say that, because if he replaced him, he would choose so.

This is the fatal choice of a monk, and he feels that it should be called the existence of a monk.

"So I'm anxious."

After saying this, the winter slept again.

Yes, she is worried.

She was anxious to find her heir, so she sent out a pot of fine wine by the lake, and personally attended the next plum meeting.

She was anxious to make up for the regrets of that year, so she went to Baicheng from time to time to say something that didn't really make much sense in that temple.

She will go to the West China Sea because of this.

Jing Jiu came to her, squatted down and looked at her face, silent for a long time.

He is ready to leave.

In Chaoge City, after listening to Bai Zao's words, he just wanted to meet her.

I've seen it now, and that's enough.

As soon as she returns to Shuiyueyu, he will return to Qingshan, and when everything is ready, come to her and heal her injuries.

It now appears that she is not willing to return to the moon, and prefers to stay in the world.

Just like in previous years.

From Baotong Temple to Baicheng, from Chaoge to Xihai, she walked enthusiastically like a gust of wind.

She is a person by nature who can never relax, and did not like to stay in the same place for too long.

Hundreds of years ago, she had spoken to him a lot, and told a lot of things, and this was the case.

He didn't care what she said, what she liked, what she didn't like.

Now all those words came to his mind, very clear.

The monk's memory is really good, but it's actually not a good thing.

Jing Jiu decided to stay.

After coming out of the town's magic prison, he stayed in Chaoge City for only a few days, and then took Gu Qing to the West Sea.

He hasn't really fully grasped the Nether Fairy Sword. The new realm is not stable enough. It takes time to feel well and then digest it.

After digestion is not the end, but the real beginning.

After entering the town's magic prison and learning from the Emperor of the Soul Fire, his practice embarked on a completely different path from his predecessors.

Neither Qingshan's ancestors nor the genius Jianxiu of Wuenmen, Kirishima and other places have gone this way. In the history of Chaotianda 6 or some demons have tried similar methods, such as the fetal restraint, but that is only similar in form, and in essence is still two completely different levels.

If he can follow this path of practice, Qingshan Jianzong will open up a new world, and can even be regarded directly as the founding school.

Such a big event naturally requires time to think and prepare.

This beautiful hall has a wonderful scenery. The quiet lake sounds undisturbed, which is a good place to think.

Well, just stay here for a while.

Jing Jiu thought so.

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...

Spring is very deep, and the summer is approaching. It is located in the peaks of the Qingshan Mountains in Tiannan, and the feeling is more obvious.

There is a large array of isolation, which will not be hot and uncomfortable, but the denser jungle color will still make people feel a little uncomfortable.

Zhao Layue stood on the cliff, looking at the greasy peaks, and raised her eyebrows slightly, and was a little displeased.

The monkey's bark came from among the peaks. The sound was very cheerful, and Gu Qing was bound to return.

He stood behind Zhao Layue and lowered his head and said, "He Zan is gone."

He Zhan ’s real strength is already extraordinary. Among the younger generation of practitioners, he has always been called the second in the world. When he was determined to run, Gu Qing could not stop it.

Yuan Qu stood aside, feeling a little weird, wondering why the brother did not kneel directly like last time, but just lowered his head?

"I found one thing at the roller blinds, or they intentionally let me know."

Gu Qing looked up, with a weird expression, and got the news in detail.

The shutterman's message has many details, not even missing Jing Jiu replacing a wheelchair with a gold leaf.

Zhao Layue listened in silence and said, "Just be alive."

Gu Qing was relieved.

Zhao Layue thought to himself that it seemed that he was still alive after the winter, but his injuries were serious, and he said, "Go to the cliff of Jinbian Creek."

Gu Qing froze, took a black stone she handed over, and looked at Yuanqu.

Yuan Qu shook his head, saying he didn't know what it meant.

Zhao Layue said, "I want to use it to practice swords."

Gu Qingyu sword away.

Zhao Layue sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and began to adjust his breath.

The Frost sword hovered quietly over her head, slightly vibrating, and might fly out at any time.

The peak was shrouded in gorgeous red light.

Yuan Qu understood what Master wanted to do, so he admired it.

The powerful sword repair can kill people across dozens of miles or even longer distances.

But to do such a terrible thing, you must first determine the location of the target.

If you can see each other, then of course it doesn't matter.

Zhao Layue did this when he killed Luo Huainan in Guihua City.

More often than not, Jianxiu couldn't see where he was aiming.

At that time, Pei Bai was able to seriously hurt the West King and Sun across a thousand miles in Wanshou Mountain, because the West King and Sun had the first son sword in his hand.

And the Emperor of God had already made the immortal mark on the Hatsuneko sword.

Zhao Layue asked Gu Qing to take the black stone to the cliff of Jinbianxi to practice this kind of flying sword killing technique.

The cliff of Jinbianxi is seventeen miles from the peak. It has reached the farthest killing distance of the beginning of the wild field, so Yuanqu will admire it.

I don't know if Gu Qing set the black stone up.

Zhao Layue suddenly opened her eyes.

Black and white.

Firth sword broke through.

There was a sword howl at the peak.

A cloud of white turbulence appeared in the hundreds of feet of sky, and then an extremely loud crackling sounded.

The Furth Sword disappeared.

After a while.

There was motion in the distant mountains.

The breeze lightly fluttered the clothes, and the sword meant for a long time.

Yuan Qu felt pale in the sense of killing hidden in the sword.

I don't know how Gu Qing will feel by Jinbian Creek.

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...

In addition to Qingshan, naturally others will ask the roller shutter person about the whereabouts of Jing Jiu.

The roller shutter man did not provide much details, such as the wheelchair and the last place where Jing Jiu appeared, but did not forget to mention the iron sword behind Jing Jiu.

Obviously, this is news after deliberate selection.

People only know that the disappearance of Jing Jiu in the past few years is preparing to break through. Few people know that he has been to Chaoge City, and no one knows that he has been to the West Sea.

The iron sword is still ... it means that his realm is still stagnant, and even the lack of realm is not perfect.

This made practitioners feel a lot of emotion.

Is another genius going to stop there, and then, after years of learning, a name that is occasionally mentioned?

...

...

Spring goes to the summer solstice.

Ohara Castle is a famous summer resort of Chaotian Da 6, but it is still a little stuffy.

Waking up for the ninth time in the Zen room.

The silkworm on her body had turned white as much as possible, was blown by the lake wind that penetrated through the round window, broke like gray, and then scattered invisible.

Jing Jiu asked, "Stabilized?"

Guo Dong heard a sigh, feeling the hot wind outside the window fell on his face, feeling slightly unhappy.

The monks are not cold and hot, it does not mean that they do not like the cool world, especially people like her.

Jing Jiu noticed the expression on her face and the exhaustion between her brows, thought for a while, got up and walked to the opposite side and hugged her.

He looked at him over the winter without expression.

Jing Jiu did not explain, and took her out of the zen room and placed her in a wheelchair.

The sound of the wheelchair rolling bluestone sounded.

The days that followed were ringing.

Jing Jiu pushed the wheelchair and walked along the lake, chasing the wind in the shade.

Now she no longer sleeps for a long time and can talk to him, but not as much as he imagined, and more often still silent.

When it was overcast, he would push her to bask in the sun, but after a while, he would hear her irritable voice.

After a few days, the summer heat was deeper, and Tongtang was in a deep valley, the wind was relatively small, the lake gas was transpiration, and it was more stuffy.

The worse the mood for the winter, the more you complain.

Jing Jiu knew that she just couldn't rest, and wanted to go outside, so she asked the old nun, and there was scenery nearby.

The old nun said that when they came there was a lake at the junction of the two streams. There were many lotus flowers in the lake, and the scenery was very nice and cool.

Ohara Castle is a famous summer resort for Chaotian Da-6. Jingjiu thought that if there was such a good place, I was afraid that it would be overcrowded and worried that it would not be convenient.

The old nun said that it was okay. There were very few people in Ohara who knew the lake, especially in the early hours of the morning. It was a great idea to take the girl to relax.

In the early morning of the next day, Jing Jiu pushed away from the hall with a wheelchair. The old nun watched from behind, leaving his face full of relief.

There is no lake at the confluence of the two rivers, just a puddle.

There are dense lotus branches in the lake, completely covering the water surface, the breeze is coming, the pink lotus flowers are tender and tender in the morning light, they are really beautiful.

Jing Jiu thought of the water pond in the town's magic prison, and felt something interesting.

The wheelchair was parked beside the densest lotus leaf.

The morning light was getting stronger.

Neither of them spoke.

Suddenly a sound of water rang out in the pond, and lotus leaves shook, revealing a person.

The man waved his hands to the shore and floated in the water. The pond water kept pouring into his mouth, and he could not speak anymore, but could only make a whining sound.

Jing Jiu and Guo Dong looked at him quietly, without speaking, and without giving any help.

The man's eyes were full of despair and absurdity.

If he still has time to think at this time, he must think, why are you so close, why not save me?

Even if you don't save me, why do you watch me die so quietly?

It didn't take long for the human body to run out, sinking towards the bottom of the water, and the straight hands clapped helplessly on the lotus leaf twice.

Jing Jiu and the winter remained unchanged.

After a while.

Jing Jiu said, "It's true."

I was a bit surprised by the winter and said, "I have no doubt that it was fake."

Jing Jiu was silent for a while and said, "I thought you wanted to determine the situation and make a decision."

Winter looked at him and said, "I'm disabled now, and I can only save you."

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...

The man was lying on the ground, his chest was slightly undulating, and he spit out water from time to time, looking like a dying goldfish,

The man was very young, and the clothes should be the son of a wealthy man. For some reason, he appeared in this remote pond early in the morning and was almost drowned.

After some time, the young man finally took it easy, got up hard, bowed in salute to Jing Jiu, and thanked for his life-saving grace.

Then he turned to the wheelchair for the winter and wanted to thank him, but his body froze.

The girl in the wheelchair looked a little weak, but her expression was so calm, as if she had looked down on life and death.

The young boy's eyes brightened like stars.

He finally found his own light.

Winter doesn't like this warm look and says, "Let's go."

Jing Jiu pushed away in a wheelchair.

The young son Xi watched them leave, and only woke up after a long while, chasing after him quickly, thanking him and asking about their history.

Jing Jiu ignored him.

I didn't look at him for the winter.

The young man thought of a possibility and felt that his behavior was really good for Meng Lang. Some stammers said, "Two, two are ..."

Jing Jiu is not ready to answer this question.

In fact, he didn't know what kind of relationship he should have with her.

In the past hundreds of years, they have played several times, but the outcome is not important.

Gongshen Avenue has taken a completely different path.

Not an enemy, but swore to never see each other again.

What's the relationship?

Zhao Layue had his own judgment after hearing about the past events of Jingyang Zhenren and Lian March.

This relationship is complicated.

That's why she was so vigilant when facing Shui Yuezhang.

It seems that Zhao Layue's judgment is very accurate.

The wheelchair stopped suddenly.

Because winter's hands fell on both sides ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ we are brothers and sisters. "

She said calmly.

Hearing this answer, the young boy was very surprised and felt that the world was drunk.

Jingjiu's eyes were slightly drooping, and her eyelashes were not moving.

Just like a lotus in the water.

Suddenly a wind came.

(End of this chapter)

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