The Path Toward Heaven

Most of Aoyama's disciples do not understand the rhythm, especially on the people at the end of God's Peak.

Jing Jiu didn't understand the meaning of this piece of music, but thought it was pretty good, so he ignored it and turned to walk to the Zen room.

Qing'er listened carefully under the corridor, saw him coming, and asked with a small face, "Who is this person? The piano is so good, it sounds like I can't say it."

Jing Jiu didn't explain, entered the Zen room, came to the mountain-like cotton jacket, and stretched his right hand to the small half of Xueji's face.

He is more interested in this high-level blood, and would like to study the structure of the other party to see what is fundamentally different from other life forms, such as whether she has a mouth or not, but ... in the end, he did nothing. He put his hand back.

This is a conservative choice based on security considerations. Although Xue Ji should wake up in a few days, why should she wake up in advance and make everyone nervous.

He went to the corner, opened a few beds of quilts, took out the blue book hidden there, crossed the round window, and walked to the edge of the snow lake.

Qing'er didn't dare to walk directly through the Zen room, waving his transparent wings, turned into a streamer, and walked around the whole building to the lake.

Tong Yan stood on the bridge, and with his eyes also came to the lake, raising his eyebrows slightly, wondering why he couldn't find anything.

No one dared to wake up the sleeping Xueji, and naturally no one could find the blue sky book hidden under the quilt.

Tong Yan looked at Xuehu, and did not dare to leave his eyes, otherwise Jingjiu ran away with Qingtianjian again?

Suddenly, the lakeside gave birth to more than ten swords, forming a formation, blocking the figures of Jing Jiu and Qing Er.

Tong Yan's eyebrows were thicker, and they became more and more eye-catching on the snow bridge. I wondered what secrets were there? Why didn't Qinger tell herself?

He looked away and looked over to Xueqiao, thinking who this man was? What does it have to do with this secret hall and the secret of Jing Jiu?

Li Gongzi, dressed in a black coat, was sitting in the snow and playing the piano. His fingers were red, but the sound of the piano did not stop for a moment.

The sound of the piano crossed the snow bridge, passed through the quiet hall and plum trees, and came to the lake, which was tucked up by the wind, and seemed even more ethereal.

The formation method can cut off the line of sight and welcome the sound of the piano. Jing Jiu stretched out his right hand and broke the ice and snow on the lake silently, soaked in some water, and sprinkled on the blue sky.

Looking at this scene, Qing'er felt a bit cold, his wings folded and hugged himself, crouched beside him, and asked, "Do you really want to sharpen your sword?"

When she was in Guocheng Temple, she had entered his body and knew many of his secrets. Naturally, unlike Tong Yan, he would mistakenly believe that he was grinding the cosmic front.

Today's Chaotian Continent, she only has this companion, and naturally she will not tell his secrets, even if it is Tong Yan, she is only a little curious.

Jing Jiu heard. At the beginning of the Guocheng Temple, he made a bet with Kirin, saying that he would use Qingtianjian to re-enter the fantasy once again, thinking that he had promised to help Qinger solve some problems in Yunmeng Mountain. Who would have thought that he was seriously injured by the crossing monk, and in the end he really needed the Qingtianjian, but he encountered it again.

Zen likes to say one drink, one peck, or Mo Fei Ding. From this point of view, it does make some sense. If he remembers the thing that promised Qinger and wants to get the Qingtianjian, he may not He will be injured, but if he is not injured, where does he need Qingtianjian?

The so-called causality is what it looks like this time.

Watching Jing Jiu's right hand constantly sliding and rubbing on the surface of the bronze mirror, Qing'er worried: "Can it be polished? You might as well try it with a patterned back."

To say who is most familiar with Qingtianjian, of course it is her Jianling.

The mirror is really slippery, and the progress of sharpening the sword is slow, but Jing Jiu is not in a hurry.

He has confirmed that Qingtianjian is the whetstone he has been searching for more than a year.

Bronze mirrors are always the best abrasive materials. The higher the smoothness, the more delicate, and the closer to perfection.

He said: "As long as the effort is deep, the iron pestle is ground into a needle. Although it is easier to grind the iron pestle into a needle and the sword is more difficult, it can be done."

Qing'er thought that I would not understand it, and instead asked: "The day before yesterday I asked you how you can become a real person. You let me think for myself. I think about it for two days before I understand. If I can understand, I Come and ask what you do? "

Jing Jiu looked at the bronze mirror, adjusted his right hand angle, and said, "The answer is very simple. As long as you think you are a person, that is a person."

Qinger felt inexplicable and said, "What's the difference between this and self-deception?"

Jingjiu didn't look up and said, "What the hell?"

Qinger understood what he meant, and thoughtfully.

"The really important question is, why do you want to be a human, why can't you be a mountain, a lake, a flower, a tree, a beast?"

Jing Jiu picked up some water from the Snow Lake, sprinkled it on Qingtianjian, and continued to grind silently.

Qinger was silent for a long time, and said, "They are all people, you are also a person, Tong Yan is also a person, Xiaozaoer is also a person, if I am a person."

Jing Jiu knew she had figured it out, she no longer needed her help, and said nothing.

The sound of the piano came from the snow bridge, and it was a little warm in the winter night.

Ten years ago, Li Gongzi came here every night to play on the horse, and the horse is still grazing on the green hills.

Tonight's piano has become a blue sky, does it mean that this bronze mirror is going to Qingshan?

Thinking about this possibility, Jing Jiu was somewhat satisfied.

The longevity lamp hung on the tree by the lake lit up the hall and his face.

From the beginning of the Shuiyuezhen formation, the chill in the zen room was isolated, the snow and snow had stopped, the temperature had risen, and the ice on the lake made a creaking sound without breaking.

A lotus branch that was pressed down by snow and ice the night before broke up and straightened.

A familiar voice sounded deep inside, Jing Ji thought for a while, slowed down the movement of his right hand, and softened a bit.

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In the illusion of the Qingtianjian, the wind is roaring and the clouds are overcast. There will be a lightening of the night sky after every few breaths.

That lightning was extremely magnificent, stretching from the far north to the far south ocean, as if to tear the sky apart, at least tens of thousands of miles long.

Along with lightning came thunderous thunder, and snowflakes from nowhere.

Daddy Zhang was wrapped in a thick cotton jacket, climbing up the hill behind his home, hands on his hips, straightening his body, and yelling at the thunder and lightning in the night sky.

Those words cannot be described in words, but they are swear words like thief.

Suddenly, the thunder in the night sky became much smaller, and the frequency of that horrible and spectacular lightning appeared much slower, and even the snowflakes became thinner.

Grandpa Zhang stunned and descended the mountain at the fastest speed.

He returned to his yard and locked the door again after a long time ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ went to bed without washing his feet, covered his head and face with a quilt, turned his back to the door, and began to sleep.

Where did he sleep, the thief staring in the darkness of the quilt was big, thinking that His Majesty was actually God?

Thinking about this problem and whether His Majesty had heard the question of yelling at his mother, he was very nervous and didn't notice that the quilt on the son and daughter-in-law was lifted off in the next room, not to mention not far away In Zhaoju's family and many homes in the county, the sleeping people have traces of waking up.

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(This chapter is well written, and the previous chapters are also very good, but this chapter is more important. The chapter name is prepared before the book is opened. This is Li Bai ’s famous poem: The road is like a blue sky. I ca n’t find it. The overall two-sentence concept will be used thoroughly after hundreds of thousands of words. Then it is: my friends, the author who is still updating during the annual meeting ... I am actually one, this style is really wrong, I myself Very uncomfortable, and I did not save the manuscript, I wrote it during the day and then posted it at night. I was too diligent. It will take five hours to return to Daqing tomorrow. I will definitely take a vacation. I feel relieved. See. In addition: Li Gongzi ’s father was really dead at the beginning, and the conclusion reached when Jingjiu questionnaire was curtained, but then I wrote it wrong at Lu Guogong, writing that he was alive, so later I have been writing according to alive, sorry, this is not a problem of intentions, it is a problem of memory, you should see that I am older, these aspects really do not work, please sympathize ~)

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