The Path Toward Heaven

The night was deep, and the scream of the ape suddenly heard from the cliff. After a while, it returned to quietness, and seemed to be startled.

Gu Qing and the younger surname Yuan walked out of Dongfu and looked at the figure coming up the mountain road. They were surprised, especially Gu Qing.

The man was wearing a blue cloth sword shirt, which looked like ink at night, but it didn't make people feel dirty and very clean.

What does Shenmo Peak do in the middle of the night after coming to Nanshan? Is it because you are not convinced by the injury during the day and come to trouble?

Gu Qing has been a sword boy in Nanshan for many years, and now sees the old master at the end of God, it is inevitable that his expression is a bit unnatural, and he salutes himself without speaking.

Jing Jiu sat in a bamboo chair, didn't bother, and didn't get up.

From a generational point of view, he was an uncle from Nanshan and it was normal to do so.

However, Guo Nanshan was the head apprentice with a special status. No matter which peak he went to in the past, he would be given a seat by the owner of the peak. When has he been treated like this?

However, he did not respond, and sat down on the cliff by himself.

The young man with a surname of Yuan gave Gu Qing a nervous look and asked with his eyes if he should make tea for guests?

Gu Qing stood still, without moving.

I saw Nanshan the moment before, and he naturally prepared to go to the cliff to make tea.

He used to do this kind of thing in the past when he forgot the peak.

He knows that Nanshan likes to drink cheap tea the most, and he prefers to cook a bowl of black tea in a Xihai iron pot before going to bed.

But soon he woke up.

Now he is no longer a sword boy of the two forgetful peaks, but a disciple of Shen Mofeng, and only needs to listen to the command of the teacher.

If Jing Jiu asked him to make tea, he would make it, and Jing Jiu didn't speak, he wouldn't make it, it's that simple.

I didn't look after Gu Qing after Nanshan, reached out, picked up a teapot on the table, poured a glass of cold water, and said, "The lungs are injured and I am thirsty easily."

His injury originated from Jing Jiu, but his voice was calm and had no other meaning, just explanation.

"This matter has nothing to do with you. It was my fault."

Guo Nanjiu looked at Jing Jiu and said, "I broke into the field a few days ago, and I'm a little too proud. Today I tried to go beyond my ability to sword and only learned this lesson."

Jingjiu glanced at him.

Guo Nanshan continued and said, "I told you three years ago that you might have misunderstood the two forgetful peaks. Now it seems that the misunderstanding is deep."

Jing Jiu said, "Do you want to clear up the misunderstanding?"

Guo Nanshan shook his head and said: "It may not be true to see, let alone words, you said that our way was different, then don't force it."

Jing Jiu said, "Why are you here at God's End?"

Guo Nanshan said: "I came to tell you that if there is such a thing in the future, I hope you don't do too much like today."

Jing Jiu said nothing.

Guo Nanshan went on to say, "This is a request, not a show of weakness. Brother Gu Han already knows your sword style and cannot be defeated by you again."

He didn't mention himself in this sentence-since Jing Jiu couldn't even beat Gu Han, let alone him.

Jing Jiu said to him, "If you just say these inexplicable things, don't come here in the future."

That's what it means to drop off.

Or per passenger.

Gu Qing stepped forward and raised his right hand, begging.

Guonanshan glanced deeply at him and said nothing.

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Visiting God's End Peak at night was to see the teacher and the sword was broken, so I chose to walk across Nanshan.

Leaving the peak, he came to the cliff and looked at the wooden house occupied by the apes.

Looking back, under the stars, the lonely peak is like a sword.

Qingshan Jiufeng, this peak is the most lonely and naturally the most exquisite.

He came here tonight, naturally thinking.

The fairy sword was broken, and the injuries were not minor. He visited the hotel overnight, with no accusations, only suggestions.

He felt that he had released enough goodwill and showed enough grace.

Unexpectedly, Jing Jiu was so indifferent.

He then thought of Gu Qing, the sword boy who had served him for many years, couldn't help picking his eyebrows slightly.

——Is there any magic in this lonely peak, and all the people who come here will become like the ancestors?

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"If you have another fight with Gu Han, is there any chance?"

Zhao Layue walked out of Dongfu and asked Jing Jiu.

She heard the words of Nanshan.

Jing Jiu said: "I said to you that my kendo talent is the best."

Zhao Layue said, "Even if he adapts to your sword fighting style?"

Jing Jiu said, "You have to remember one thing."

Zhao Layue listened carefully.

Gu Qing and Yuan surnamed the boy with a concentrated expression.

Jing Jiu said, "Everything is a sword. How can there be only one style?"

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From Tianguang Peak to Nansong Pavilion, six hundred miles.

From Nansong Pavilion to Xiaoshan Village, three hundred miles.

If you control the sword, it only takes more than one hour, even if the sword is not good, you need to stop and rest from time to time, and it takes only half a day to reply.

If you walk, it takes days.

If it is someone who has just been abolished to repair and destroy Jianmaru, it will take a whole month.

Back in the small mountain village, looking at the bamboo forest and the square pond that had not been seen for three years, Liu ten years old seemed to have regained some strength, and his weak feet became stable.

He walked to the courtyard and looked at the half-closed wooden door. He hesitated for a long time before he shouted, "Dad, I'm back."

At night.

Liu was ten years old, lying on the bed, tossing and turning to the side, unable to sleep.

Across the thin earth wall, the voice in the next room was clear, and the scolding with disappointment and anger had been replaced by long and short sighs.

If it wasn't for Mother Liu to stop fast, and watching his body really weak, Father Liu would surely interrupt the stick in his hand.

The next room was quiet for a while, and mother Liu cried again.

Liu looked at the roof when he was ten years old and felt some pain in his heart.

The sword pill was destroyed, the veins were broken, and even after a whole month, he still hurt.

The only comfort to him was that, just like last time, the parents were in good health, with dark hair and no white hair, and no wrinkles on his face.

The next day, many villagers learned the news and came to the Liu family.

The old village chief asked about the situation, and he just smoked half a stack of cigarette bag pots. In the end, he couldn't say anything comforting, but he just patted Liu Liu's shoulders.

On the third day, Liu was ten years old and felt almost rested and walked out of the house.

Now it is spring ploughing and farming is very heavy. He wants to help.

There is a distance from my home to my own field.

He saw many villagers on the road, including familiar uncles and brothers, and some unknown children.

Those children should have been born of him in the seven years of Qingshan.

Whether it's a villager or a child they don't know, when they see him, they will turn their faces subconsciously.

When he walks over ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ people's eyes will fall on him again, exactly on his back.

The emotions in those sights were complicated, mocking, scornful, and scared.

Liu was ten years old and could feel this without looking back.

When he came to his field, he found that the water had been filled, the water was very quiet, and the blue sky and white clouds reflected it, which was actually pretty good.

Father Liu was planting seedlings. Mother Liu had just hit two pots of mountain spring water and was preparing to go home to cook. Watching him come over and said nothing.

Taking over the seedlings from his father, Liu stepped into the paddy at the age of ten.

His feet sank in the wet mud, failing to stand still, coupled with weakness, he sat down.

There was a laughter in the paddy field not far away, and for some reason it disappeared quickly, and then a swearing and crying sounded.

The blue sky and white clouds reflected in the water scattered into pieces.

When Liu was ten years old, he sat in the paddy field and realized that he was a waste.