The Path Toward Heaven

Jing Jiu asked very casually, but Gu Qing's heart sounded a thunder.

His hand holding the tea cup froze instantly and whispered, "I haven't said to Zhen Tao yet ... I can't say."

Zhao Layue glanced at Jing Jiuyi and wondered why you are so concerned about this kind of male and female private affairs now?

Jingjiu didn't notice her gaze, and continued, "Hide it until she dies or you die."

Zhao Layue glanced at him again, wondering what was messy, but could not bear to say anything.

Jing Jiu went on to say: "This time you are coming back to prepare for the inauguration of the ceremony. After you finish, you will return to Chaoge City."

Gu Qing was most concerned about Master's affairs. He and Yuan Qu had a clear understanding of the event at the head of the ceremony a hundred years ago, but there was a very troublesome matter that needed to be dealt with in advance.

"According to the door regulations, Master will have to take out Cheng Tianjian at that time ..."

He noticed that there was no change in Jing Jiu's expression, and continued, "In my opinion, the door gauge should be modified in advance."

For Jing Jiu, Cheng Tianjian was the most threatening existence. At that time, he was forced out of Qingshan by Fang Jingtian and others because he refused to take it out.

He said, "Anyway, can anyone take the scabbard in my hand?"

Gu Qing thought that right, Master is already a masterpiece of heaven, that is, Fang Jingtian is not his opponent. In addition, holding the Qingshan Sword Formation, who can take Cheng Tianjian from his hands in the world?

Now that he had something to do, he hurried to do it. After drinking a cup of Chinese tea, he went to Dao Dian to discuss Yuanqu.

After a while, Ping Yongjia stepped out of the Dao Dian. From the look of him from time to time, he was kicked out.

"Master ..." He walked to the bamboo chair and touched his head, his face nervous, finally summoning his courage and saying, "Are you really going to let me go to Jianfeng?"

Jing Jiu said nothing, Zhao Layue said, "He didn't go to Tianguang Peak after he became the head."

Ping Yongjia understood the meaning, and couldn't help but be overjoyed, and quickly lifted the iron pot to fill the cups for the two, and said, "But ... I don't understand anything, I really don't want to be the master."

Zhao Layue said: "I won't, and you think he will be in charge?"

Jing Jiu glanced at her, knowing that this was because of the cause and effect brought by the previous dialogue with Gu Qing.

Where did Ping Yongjia understand the undercurrent between the two teachers, scratching her head and distressing, "But I don't even have a birdie swordsmanship, how could they ..."

The words went well, Jing Jiu took out a booklet from his arms and threw it to him, and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Ping Yongjia took out all empty swords, some reluctantly and some helplessly said, "I don't need a sword, what about this sword?"

Jing Jiu said, "Whatever."

Ping Yongjia glanced at Zhao Layue, finally understood something, hurriedly saluted, and ran back to the temple.

After a while, ridicules such as eyesight and incomprehension were heard in the temple.

The air at the end of God's peak became loose.

Zhao Layue sat at the end of the bamboo chair with a tea cup and looked at him and asked, "Which two things to do first?"

Jing Jiu said: "The Zhongzhou faction has experienced so many things and will become smarter when I think about it. I will not do it until I die with him, so I can only do it first."

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The quiet mountain village is full of the smell of straw after it is cut.

The homes scattered all over the place, and the red lanterns hanging high, dilute the meaning of the mountain residence, revealing a rich and decaying atmosphere.

Yin San took a shower in the mountain stream, returned to the farmhouse, and said a few words with a smile to the short old man, then returned to his hut.

The furnishings in the hut were very rude, and an oil lamp was lit. Because of the need to save money, the cords were cut extremely short, and the flames were very dim.

Xuanyin's ancestor was sitting on the bed, the flame in his eyes was like a bean, his face sighed.

"Real people ... even if you want to repeat the red dust and realize the true meaning, why is it ... so hard?"

"I have listened to the scriptures at Guocheng Temple for many years, but I have no interest in such things as dancing Hongchen. In this respect, our brothers really look a bit like that."

Yin San put a wet towel on the back of the chair and said with a smile, "I just want to know how he lived this life."

Xuanyin's ancestor touched his thinning hair, and said with ridicule, "He has learned everything in only nine days in the rumor. Is your stay too long?"

"You mean my talent is not as good as his?" Yin San pushed a bowl of clear water and made tea for guests. "I have done it before, whether it is cutting wood for firewood or cutting rice for food, but later I was busy practicing. , Doing big things, saving people, gradually forgetting, don't you think I really want to learn these? "

Xuanyin's ancestor took up the clear water and sipped it. He slammed his mouth a little bit unconsciously, and said, "What on earth are you doing here? If you do this, you will know what is going on in this life?"

Yin San pointed at his brows and said, "When I was in the stream just now, I suddenly wanted to understand something."

Xuanyin's ancestor put the water bowl back on the broken table, staring at him with a dignified expression and asking, "What is it?"

Yin San said: "He lived in the imperial palace from an early age and only knew about spiritual practice after being brought back to Qingshan by his ancestor. He never did these things. Why did he do it? More important than adapting to the body ... he wanted to take another the way."

Xuanyin's ancestor, thinking about the rumors about Jing Jiu for more than a century, shook his head and said, "How can I see no difference from the previous Jingyang."

"This is to break up and stand, even if there is no change in watching, after all, it is another layer." Yin San said with a smile, "or the second river."

Xuanyin's ancestor said, "What do you mean by real people?"

"He follows the waves in the second river, but I shouldn't move with it, forgetting my own river."

Yin San smiled and said, "He cultivates his way, I destroy my world, that's right."

Xuanyin's ancestor suddenly felt that there was some **** smell in the room. He sniffed and rubbed his nose, and said, "It's different, I'm afraid there will be obstacles."

At that time, Jingyang took Yuan Riding Whale and Liu Ci to stab that sword behind the real person of Taiping. Why?

No matter how ignoring the world, no matter how lazy, in the event of the world's extinction, there is always a sword.

"The first time I went down was more than 700 years ago."

Yin San said: "I have prepared for so many years. I don't believe he can really do everything. If he can, he won't break, because this is my river."

Xuanyin ancestors naturally know that they seem to be bereaved dogs in these years. They have been displaced in the world, but they are actually in Chaoge City, Qingshan Sect, and various denominations. There are still many followers of Taiping people. How can we destroy Chaotian Continent?

There was a fluttering sound and several night winds outside the house.

Yin Feng walked into the room with a furious step, and said with a slightly pointed voice: "Fang Xiaosi, this idiot, doesn't know how to bear humiliation, but he was locked into Yinfeng again!"

Yin San got up and walked outside the house ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ looking towards the peaks of the green mountains far away in the night sky, silent for a long time.

The short, thin old man had fallen asleep long ago, making a happy and ignorant snoring.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise from somewhere in the mountain village, and faint scolding and crying came.

Yin San ignored those, and still looked at the night sky silent.

Yin Feng flew to the wall and looked at the distant ancestral hall, knowing what had happened, and the long tail feather swayed a little boringly.

Tonight, the masters of the Liu tribe arrested a widow who had committed adultery with a laborer.

When it comes to night, the adulterer will be sunk into the bottom of the pond.

"The Taoist is more helpful, the Taoist is helpless. I thought about it that year, so can I be a Taoist or a lost one?"

Yin San suddenly said something that had nothing to do with Fang Jingtian, and even more so with the Liu ancestral hall.