The Path Toward Heaven

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(Yang Guogong was written as Guo Gong yesterday. Sorry, things are not done yet, and my head is a bit messy.)

Lu Guogong said something related to Tong Yan.

The relationship between the Zhongzhou faction and the royal family has always been close. He cares about Taichang Temple and naturally knows many secrets that ordinary people don't know.

Jing Jiujing listened, probably knowing why the child was always aloof and arrogant, with his eyes above the nasty look.

He reached for his teacup and took a sip, and coughed twice.

"What's wrong with you?"

Lu Guogong's face was more worried.

The monks will not get cold, and even if the tea is cold, they will not be able to cough.

The entire Chaoge City has been aware of what happened outside the old Meiyuan.

He knew that Jing Jiu was present at the time, and when he saw that Jing Jiu wanted to know about Tong Yan, he couldn't help but speculate whether Jing Jiu had eaten secretly.

Jing Jiu said: "I met Tianrenren in the old Meiyuan."

Lu Guogong also knew this, and was a little puzzled, wondering what happened at the time?

"He wants to kill me."

Jing Jiu didn't say what Tianjinren did specifically.

Those conscious fragments sneak into his body and are more likely to want to peep.

But this method has threatened his existence. If he succeeds, his life and death will be mastered by heaven.

So in his opinion, heavenly people just want to kill themselves.

The demon's expression changed greatly, and the wrinkles on his face bloomed a huge flower, naturally not because of happiness, but seriousness.

He was shocked and puzzled why Tianjinren, the master, would do such a thing to Jing Jiu.

"If he didn't leave the Old Plum Garden tonight, then he killed me, it's something inside Qingshan."

After hearing this, Lu Guogong knew that he should immediately send someone to stare at the old Meiyuan.

This kind of thing doesn't need Jingu to make arrangements again.

Lu Guogong said with some worries: "I may not be able to check things inside Qingshan."

Jing Jiu said: "No need to check, it is Fang Jingtian."

Lu Guogong was shocked again, feeling a little heavy.

Fang Jingtian is the former peak master of the Qingshan Sect, a great figure breaking the sea.

Jing Jiu told him the name directly, which represented absolute trust.

This trust also stands for self-confidence.

He was convinced that the deer family would not betray themselves.

Or dare not?

But why is this?

Many years ago, after he inherited the secret from his father, Lu Guogong began to think about it.

Until now he didn't want to understand, but he said to himself that it was also good, lest he think too many other questions.

"It's not easy for people to deal with it."

Lu Guogong did not hide his difficulties.

There are 27 national dynasties in the human dynasty. His lowest key is extremely powerful. The problem is that even he can't handle heavenly people.

The other party is a math master, admired by many people, Bailuyuan is even more famous, and he is also a half friend of Xihai Sword God.

Not to mention, the other party will come to Chaoge City, which is an invitation from His Majesty the Emperor himself.

After hearing this, Jing Jiu was a little surprised and asked, "Why?"

Lu Guogong did not answer this question directly, saying, "The invitation to Zenzi was issued before and after."

Jing Jiu understood, and said, "What does the emperor want?"

Lu Guogong hesitated a little and whispered, "Don't dare to guess."

Jing Jiu asked, "Who came from Shuiyueyuan?"

There are many monks in mainland China. Many seniors are good at deducting calculations, but the most famous ones are Shuiyueyuan and Guocheng Temple.

Before the advent of heaven, all monks would like to get the signing or qinjian of these two.

"The Lord is retreating, so he didn't come."

Lu Guogong said, "The one who came is very mysterious. I don't know who it is yet."

Jing Jiu was silent for a while and said, "Want to determine how many years you can live?"

Lu Guogong dare not answer.

The emperor personally invited the Zen son of Guocheng Temple and the heavenly people, and also wanted to ask the lord of Shuiyueyu, so what is the point of thinking?

Even the most powerful human being on the mainland has an unpredictable realm. As long as it cannot rise, it will always face these problems in the final stage of life.

When death is about to come, some emperors will continue to take medicine for longevity, and some emperors will simply break the jar and fall, and come to a big carnival.

Today, the emperor is a very wise king. He wants to know his birthday, and naturally wants to arrange the funeral affairs, himself and the whole race.

Jing Jiu said suddenly, "I'm going to the palace."

This is naturally meant to be arranged by the deer kingdom.

Lu Guogong was surprised, but didn't say anything, and asked, "When?"

Jing Jiu stood up and said, "Now."

The night was dark, and he wanted to enter the palace temporarily. It would not be possible for other people to do it, even the most popular adult in the court.

But Lu Guogong can, because the affairs of Taichang Temple need to deal with the palace often, and more importantly, from the beginning emperor, Lu Guogong was deeply trusted by two generations of **** emperors.

No matter how low-key he is, these years of downs and downs, whether it is those on the court or in the palace, have long understood.

The gate of the palace corner opened silently, and Lu Guogong walked in with a young man wearing a bonnet.

This picture naturally fell into the eyes of many people, but both the guard and the **** who just passed by turned around tacitly, pretending not to see it.

People who live in the palace don't want to be treated as caring people, and they don't want to be said afterwards to want to see the divine will.

A cloud came from the south, covering the starlight, and the darkness in the palace seemed extra warm.

Lu Guogong stood on the stone steps in front of the hall, his eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the movements around him like a hawk, but his gaze was finally attracted by his oblique shadow.

He did not expect that His Majesty actually agreed with Jing Jiu, and was in the hall.

You must know that Jing Jiu ’s superficial identity is just an ordinary Qingshan sect disciple. Why?

He looked at his shadow, thinking in silence, a smile gradually on the corner of his lips.

Many years ago, what he said to his father the most worrying thing about the state government for hundreds of years, that shadow now seems to be thinking too much.

My father was right.

The will of His Majesty the Emperor was indeed the same as that of the wooden sign owner.

The hall is very quiet ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ No conversation came out.

Occasionally a cough sounded, it should be Jingjiu.

Occasionally a hearty laughter sounded, it should be Your Majesty.

It didn't take long for the temple door to open and Jing Jiu came out.

The Lu Guogong didn't know what he had said with his Majesty, and didn't ask, and took him outside the palace.

At the house, Jing Jiu smiled, watching chess like a hill.

He picked up a book at will, and knew that this level of chess was definitely not something the "brother" in the front yard could find. It should be the handwriting of Lu Guogong.

He made a cup of tea, took out the bamboo chair, lay down comfortably, and started reading.

The drizzle is coming, and tapping on the window, plus those boring chess, is best to fall asleep.

He didn't sleep until the sky came and finally watched all the chess and waited for the news.