The Path Toward Heaven

Yin Feng looked back at him, not understanding what he wanted to say.

"Actually, from the perspective of the monk, there is nothing wrong with my thoughts, but why are there not many people who support me? Because they fear the unknown? No, because they have too much known." Yin San retracted his eyes Looking towards the ancestral temple of the Liu tribe: "The monks who cannot ascend often leave their own blood, and my two good disciples are not exempt, how can they watch these people and their descendants be I kill?

Xuanyin's ancestor touched his head and said, "It's normal."

Yin San glanced at him and asked, "What about you?"

Xuanyin's ancestors had decades of life left, but did not leave any blood offspring, saying, "I heard that the guy Su Ziye did a good job in the west."

Yin Feng mocked and said, "You actually pin your hope on a disciple who dares to betray you?"

Xuanyin's sneer sneered and said, "Where does this bird understand the meaning of human heritage?"

Yin San smiled and continued: "The ancestor of Liu Family is Liu Ci's younger brother. Liu Ci was arranged in this small mountain village for future generations to avoid disasters. I just want them to survive. Whoever thought of a Liu Ten years old. After Liu Ci died, no one cares about it. This place is what it is now. I do n’t know where it is worse than the Yuan family in Lelang County. "

Yin Feng listened to the voice from the shrine, shook her head in disgust, and said, "I don't know what it means to live like this."

Yin San said: "It seems that the mortals who live so humblely are really meaningless and useless."

After saying this, he lowered himself to the ground, picked up a small stone, and then bounced out.

The farmhouse door is closed.

The little pebble landed on the door and cracked softly.

There was a flower on the door panel, which was a wooden spine that sprang up.

The pebble broke through the door and continued in the night sky, meeting the tree by the pond.

Many years ago, Jingjiu lay here, and taught Liu's ten-year-old Qingshan sect here.

There was another crackling sound, the bark was cracked, the sawdust flew across, and a penetrating hole appeared.

The pebble continued to fly forward.

Fly over the rice field that was cut to the top of Xuanyin's ancestor.

Fly through the messy woods like Yinfeng tail feathers.

Hit a small hole in the shrine plaque.

Through the light in the shrine.

The cry of a widow who was ragged and ragged through her clothes.

Through those gazes staring at her body full of justice and malice.

Pass the faint breath of the dying laborer who fell into a pool of blood.

Came to the deepest and highest place of the shrine.

There is a Taishi chair there.

On the chair was an old lady of the Liu tribe.

There was another crackling sound.

A blood hole appeared in Mrs. Liu's brows.

A stream of blood slowly flowed out.

He slowly fell backwards.

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On the locust tree in Shangzhou, Yin San held a half-dressed pebble and smashed a mouse for a day. None of them could be killed because it was unwilling.

He is very good at killing things. As for whether he is willing or not, it depends on the mood at the time.

Poppy poppy!

The small stones kept flying like this, leaving numerous holes in the door panels, leaving countless white lines in the village under the night.

There were no screams, but there were exclamations and rushes until they gradually sank and then disappeared.

Countless people fell in the Liu's Ancestral Hall and each house, and fell into a pool of blood.

Yin San clapped his hands and looked again into the night.

Qingshan Jiufeng is there.

Shangdefeng is the third peak, so my name is Yinsan.

The last peak of God is the ninth peak, so your name is Jing Jiu.

This is a new life.

You step into a new river.

I shouldn't do it.

I'm not Yin San.

I'm still that big river, flowing eastward, with a mighty might, perishing me against me, will die.

"Let's go," he said softly.

Yin Feng did not dare to fly near Qingshan and fell to the ground, like a lizard, quickly rushing forward.

Xuanyin's ancestor squatted down and carried him back.

The green hill is still there at night.

They headed for the other side.

He never looked back.

From this moment, he is no longer Yin San.

He is just a real person.

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When Liu was ten years old, he rushed back when he received the news. It was already a few days later.

Snorted.

Fuji sword turned into a light, took back his wrist, turned into a sword bracelet, especially trembling slightly, expressing his uneasiness.

After a few days, the **** smell was still permeated in the mountain village. Fortunately, the disciples of Qingshan arrived in time, and the corpses did not rot.

Hundreds of corpses were piled up in the paddy fields. There were men and women, old and young, and there was a blood hole in the brows. The screen looked extremely scary.

Both the Qingshan disciples, the fugitives in Fuzhou, and the officials of the Qingtian Division were cleared out.

Zhao Layue squatted and looked in front of the corpses alone.

When Liu was ten years old behind her, her fists clenched slightly, and she said, "Can you catch up with them?"

Since his parents died, he has never returned to Oyama Village and has never seen these relatives.

Maybe some of them have a way to take death, but what is wrong with those children?

"It's no use catching up." Zhao Layue stood up and said, "Three go-to-go teams ... No one can kill them unless they use the Qingshan sword array."

Liu was ten years old silent for a while, and said, "I hope they don't grow old too quickly, and die too soon."

Zhao Layue said: "I don't understand why they exposed their tracks near Qingshan, because Fang Jingtian's incident was vented? Or did he just hate Liu Ciren?"

"Neither." Liu looked at the corpses in the rice field at the age of ten, and said, "This is a war book for the son."

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The autumn breeze rises, clears first, and then becomes cold, and the heavens and continents gradually welcome another winter.

What happened in Qingshan soon spread across the continent. People knew that Fang Jingtian was defeated under Jing Jiujian, and they also knew the murder in that mountain village. Until this time, the young disciples in the practice world and Aoyama Sect finally understood why their teachers would be so vigilant when referring to the real people of Taiping, just to kill each other.

This grandpa is really crazy.

Nothing similar happened in the next few days. The real people of Taiping, Xuanyin ancestors, Yinfeng disappeared again, and the entire continent became calm, but whether it was Chaoge City or the gates of various factions, they all smelled the autumn wind. Ominous taste, even the king of fire carp at the bottom of the cold mountain gave a strong warning, and swam deep into the magma river, until he came to the transparent giant wall that separated the world from the underworld, and felt a little relieved.

These ominous smells and warning signs stem from the great murderous power hidden in the calm.

Just like before the storm, just before dawn, just like before the world was destroyed.

Everyone knows what a Taiping real person must do. The question is where is he now and what is he doing?

The Qingshan sect sent many disciples of the two forgetful peaks, searching along both sides of the muddy water. As for the rule that the mountain could not be reached without breaking the sea, it was forcibly ignored by Gu Han. Jing Jiu did not know why, and chose to ignore it.

A hundred years ago, the battle of Chaoge City ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The court's roller blind man and Bu Lao Lin once did not cooperate with each other intentionally. After that, the two sides kept the surface peace, and this time the peace was also torn.

The shutter person has secretly collected more than a hundred years of information in Gu Qing's gesture. This time, in cooperation with Qing Tiansi, he began to make encirclement again, and many of the elder Lin Yuyin, who was hidden in various factions and ministries, were revealed.

From Chaoge City to Guocheng Temple, from the Qianli Corridor to Yizhou, countless battles hidden in the night started at almost the same time. I don't know how many people died silently.

But no one can find a real person in Taiping, not even a trace of it, as if he disappeared.

After the winter is naturally spring, a gale winds up across the thousands of miles.

Unlike the previous years, people from the wind were not as good as the wind, but this time many sects and court representatives came against the wind and went to Yimaozhai.

Jing Jiu said to Liu at the age of ten in the city of Song that there was something in Bu Qiuxiao, and it was a good thing.

This thing is sanctification.