The Path Toward Heaven

Many years ago, Cheng Tianjian returned from overseas, Liu Ci turned into a spring rain, and the position of the head of Qingshan Sect was vacated. Jing Jiu said to me. Who would have thought that Fang Jingtian then passed through the wildflowers across the mountain, and the real man in Taiping asked A Piao to write a letter that forced him directly out of Qingshan.

Jingjiu lived in Jingyuan outside Yunji Town for a period of time, attracting numerous pilgrims from the world, but only two people were able to enter Jingyuan and see him. That is the pair of masters and apprentices of Zhou Yunmu and Lu Jin of Xuan Tianzong. People thought that they would definitely get great benefits-no matter the exercises or elixir.

Huai Ling is a sin. When they left Jingyuan, they began to be hunted down by those who were jealous and red-eyed. Fortunately, they were protected by Disciples Liang Sufeng and Su Ziye. For more than a hundred years, the evil path deteriorated, and the situation in the practice world gradually calmed down. Those who had been watching Xuan Tianzong's sight and found that there was nothing special about the master and apprentice. this matter. But in fact, they did take one thing from Jingyuan.

Even Zhao Layue didn't know this.

That black sign is not the head token of Qingshan Sect, nor is it the emerald green Yinfengming card. I don't know what purpose it is for.

Lu Jin took the black card, feeling very heavy, and said, "Then let's start?"

Zhou Yunmu said: "If this brand is really an incredible treasure, I'm afraid it will cause an uproar. You stay in Zongmen and sit in town. I will be there once."

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One morning, the morning glow turned red.

Suddenly a line of clouds was drawn in the eastern sky, which was even redder than the morning glow, but without the **** meaning of Furth Sword, with a serene zen flavor.

Jianming came from the sky outside the three thousand courtyards, and the morning glow was brightened by the sword. The strong man who wanted to be the Qingshan Sect was coming here.

The lotus cloud illuminates the newly bloomed flowers in the lotus pond, and also illuminates the small bridge, with a slamming sound, a pair of white lotus-like feet fell on the bridge.

Zhao Layue and Zhuo Rusui, Yuan Qu, and Que Niang saluted the still-childlike monk on the bridge: "I've seen Zen."

Zenzi ended the thing at the Great Vortex. On the way back to Baicheng, he made a special trip to Ohara City. His mouth was full of sea wind and salt flowers.

Liu was ten years old and asked, "Are there any problems over there?"

"Your teacher is finishing over there."

Zenzi walked down the wooden bridge and came to the zen room. With the fingers of his right hand slightly stretched, he folded into a light mirror.

The morning light in the sky leaked in from the doors and windows, and through the condensing of that light mirror, reflected hundreds of slowly turning verses, falling on Jing Jiu's body.

Zhao Layue and others looked at the scene without saying a word to bother and didn't have much hope. I do n’t know how long, Zenzi retracted the light mirror, shook his head and said, “Jian Yuan has nothing, it ’s like the essence and blood have run out. In theory, he should be dead at this time.”

This is the same as Xilai's original judgment.

Zenzi went on to say: "It's just that the real person has the ability to change the world and the magic of cutting life and death. I don't know of any method to retain a hint of sword in the deepest place."

"If the silk sword meant that the head had been prepared for a long time, why didn't he wake up?" Zhuoru asked, puzzled.

"Because he was hurt too much, in other words, this World War I was desperately harder than he thought." Zenzi looked at Jing Jiu's face and the eyelashes gently moved by Chenfeng, wondering Understand why he did this, "Now that his soul is in deep sleep, he can't enter Qingtianjian."

There was a beautiful and pleasant bird song outside the window, and the blue bird on the branch agreed.

Zhuo Rusui said helplessly: "Of course we know that he is sleeping, and ask why he can't wake up."

"You haven't thought about it, his body is transformed by one sword, so for this body, what is his soul?" Zenzi turned to look at Zhao Layue and asked.

Zhao Layue said: "It's ... a guest who lives here."

She had thought about this problem very early, so she was so vigilant about Ping Yongjia, and she took Jing Jiu to leave the East China Sea to the snowy field, but refused to return to Qingshan.

For this body transformed by a sword of all things, Ping Yongjia, who was afraid to leave in Jianfeng at this time, was the real master.

"I don't know who I am in the dream ..."

Zenzi looked around the crowd and said, "The real person once said that he was the direction of all cause and effect. Is he still the former Jingyang?"

Xilai once expressed similar meaning.

In their opinion, the former Jingyang real person and the current Jing Jiu were one person, but they were not exactly the same person.

They are not two identical rivers, but upstream and downstream of one river.

Can Jingjiu now let go of the causes and effects of Jingyang and become the real him at this moment?

If he could, he might wake up.

After listening to Zenzi at the age of ten, Liu thought seriously for a long time, and then said honestly, "I don't understand."

He once read countless volumes in Yuntai, listened to the scriptures in Guocheng Temple for many years, and even read a lot of books in Maozhai. Although he looked at the dark-skinned young farmer, it was actually this generation The most knowledgeable of the practitioners, even he could not understand the words of Zen, and naturally Zhuo Rusui and others did not understand.

"Actually, I don't understand it myself. This is what happened to him. Maybe ... only he understands it."

Zenzi looked at Jingu Jiu in his sleep again and said, "But I don't worry that he won't wake up, no matter if he is Jingyang or Jing Jiu, of course he will save himself."

Zhuo Rusui said, "Don't you say that the real person in charge didn't expect that he would be so hurt, so the sword breath could not wake up?"

Zenzi glanced at him like an idiot, and said, "Are people as afraid of death as him will only stay behind?"

"Your inferences, or rather ... you know I am me today?"

Xilai's voice suddenly sounded outside the round window.

"Although I really don't understand it, it may be what it means."

After saying this, Zenzi raised the hem of the monk's clothes across the round window, came to the lake, and sat on the stone bench side by side with Xilai.

Barefoot, like a white lotus, dived into the icy lake water, swaying and attracting a number of fishes to play.

Xilai asked: "In the rumor, your previous life was the respected and serious Linxi master of Guocheng Temple. After reincarnation, he was as playful as a child. What is so mysterious?

Zenzi said: "I have discussed this with Jingyang real people. After the death of the righteous father, I gradually remembered some memories of the previous life, but can that prove that I am me?"

Said West: "It is extremely difficult to prove, just like him, is he Jingyang or Jingjiu? Or who is he willing to be?"

"I don't really understand, but you said that well, I am really playful in this life."

Zen took a large stick from the sleeve and threw it on the stone bench between the two.

Those thin wooden sticks were just casually erected in this way, some scattered, but if you look carefully, you can find that the structure is extremely complicated and it is very difficult to disassemble.

This is the most common and easiest game for children to play. Xilai has no heart to do anything, and he only knows how to play the sword. He also knows how to play.

He took a look at Zenzi and found that the other person's eyes were very clear, but he was so serious.

He thought about it and reached out to pull one out of those sticks.

Either the top, the simplest one, or the most difficult one, or the very casual one.

The morning breeze swept over the lake, and the morning light was slightly chaotic, welcoming two sword lights.

Guangyuan real people and Nan Wang fell on the lake, Zhao Layue and others also came to the field, and their eyes fell on the stone bench.

They know that this pile of sticks is the battle between Zenzi and Xilai.

Zenzi reached out and smoked a stick.

Xilai then suddenly pulled out two at the same time.

Zenzi glanced at him.

The lake was exceptionally quiet, and the morning breeze came to the stone bench to stop consciously, and no one would bother.

It is a simple game for children, and it is naturally impossible to hold people like Xilai and Zenzi.

It didn't take long for Nan Wang and others to see the true intention of the game.

The choice of Zenzi and Xilai each time they seemed to choose a wooden stick seemed arbitrary, but it was not. The purpose of their choice of sticks is not just to extract the stick, but to make the pile of sticks more complicated, more fragile, and add countless difficulties to each other. This is not so much a game of drawing a wooden stick, it is more like playing chess, and it is not an ordinary chess game. It is already close to the three-dimensional chess game that Jiu Jiu showed to the people at Chessboard Hill in Chaoge City.

Obviously, the queen mother had already remembered the scene of that year, her eyes became extremely bright and her expression was extremely focused.

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With the passage of time, the morning breeze is still gentle, and the morning light is getting denser and redder.

The lake was still quiet, the speed at which the two men pulled out the sticks became slower and slower, Zenzi's expression was dignified, and the West came to change its sitting position once. From the perspective of realm strength alone, Zenzi should be slightly inferior to the West, but after going to Qingshan to ask Jingyang for a hundred days, he has been working **** this pile of sticks, and really don't know the final victory.

Finally, most of the sticks had been pumped out, or they fell to the ground or floated on the surface of the lake.

There are only three lonely thin wooden sticks on the stone bench next to each other, presenting a sense of stability and balance in an indescribable way.

It looks like a bonfire shelf, slowly burning in the morning light.

At this time, as long as one more stick is pulled out, the remaining two sticks will inevitably fall, unless it is maintained by magic power, but what's the point?

Next is the order of Zenzi.

He looked at the three wooden sticks on the stone bench and remained silent for a long time. The white lotus barefoot tapped gently in the lake, and drove the disturbing fish far away.

"I lost."

Zenzi smiled and said, just like a chess master who admits to losing.

The key to the victory of this game is not their methods and choices. From the final result, it is only the number and order of the sticks.

Zenzi put down the pile of wooden sticks, except for the scattered wooden sticks, and the number of wooden sticks put together, they could see clearly at a glance.

"Your deductive computing power is no longer under him. Even if he wakes up, he cannot beat you."

After saying this, Zenzi walked to the lake, and the lake lightly moved, and naturally a lotus cloud was born.

Nan Wang looked at him and said, "Just leave?"

Zenzi said, "I can't beat him. What if I don't leave? Go back to White City."

The morning breeze sent Lian Yun to the sky and headed towards the snowy field in the sky.

Everyone took their eyes off ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ looking towards the west on the stone bench like a statue, giving birth to a strong frustration.

At this time, the blue bird left the branch and flew over.

It grabbed a stick with its two small claws, lowered its head to bite the other stick, pulled it out, and tossed it aside.

It looked up to the west, and said proudly, "I think I won? Should you leave?"

Xilai didn't know what to say.

"Don't be ashamed."

Zhuo Rusui said seriously, "You are on stilts."

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(I wrote some words, but I deleted them after thinking about them. I wish you all happy every day. I will also write more happy words like this chapter today, all cheer up.)