The Path Toward Heaven

Nan Wang drew his nose, raised his head and looked at Zhao Layue and Liu at the age of ten. The pity in his eyes had changed back to indifference, saying, "You don't need to sympathize with him. Maybe he thinks this is better and saves a lot of trouble. "

For example, you do n’t need to take a bath, you do n’t need to eat, you do n’t need to satisfy your own desires, such as many things, but ... what's the difference between this and the dead?

"Zenzi said that day, maybe he just couldn't bear to break all the causes and effects of Jingyang."

Nan Wang went on to say: "This body is his last connection with the previous life. He wants to come back in his instinct and naturally doesn't want to wake up there."

I don't want all the past life to disappear, so this life can't wake up?

This statement is a bit too mysterious, but Zenzi once talked with Jingyang real people for a hundred days, and he knows the rebirth best, and his view should be closest to the truth.

"But ... I can't come back anymore." Liu said at the age of ten, looking sad at Shita.

The wound on the stone couch was full of deep or shallow wounds, which had been impregnated with immortality for many years and could not be repaired at all.

"The Dongfu has been hidden by him for so many years, which shows that he has never really lost his heart, but he knows that he will face the final choice one day."

Nan Wang said, "That's why he left that black card, but he didn't want to give it to us directly, but also had a hand at Xuan Tianzong ..."

Choice is the most difficult thing. Even if the right to choose is given to the most trusted person, it will not become more easy, but the heavy burden will be passed on.

Zhao Layue and Liu were ten when they were in a heavy mood. What should they do?

The sound of a silver bell suddenly sounded in the quiet cave house.

Ada kept staring at the futon, not the sound of the silver bell around her neck.

The sound came from Nan Wang, the crisp sound of the silver bracelet and silver jewelry hitting each other.

There was no wind in the cave, but her clothes floated.

An indescribable savage scent emanated from her body, followed by numerous flower-like flames.

The wildness was not so subtle, but it seemed to be from ancient times, with an inexplicable sacred feeling.

The heat waves emitted by the flames are not so aggressive, but they have a magma-like feel.

She uses Nanman Divinity.

Zhao Layue guessed what she was going to do, but her expression changed slightly, but she did not stop it.

Under Liu's ten-year-old unbelievable gaze, those flower-like flames fell on the stone couch, and fell on the remains of Jingyang's real person.

Alas.

After lying in Dongfu for more than a hundred years, the one that had not changed at all was so flaming that it turned into a ash in a very short time.

Those ash had no trace of impurities and no strange color, but it was pure white, like snow, more like a very fine jade chip that was cut down by the Qingshan sword formation.

Suddenly a wind came from the mountain, and the ash on the stone couch turned into countless light smoke, and it was dissipated in the air.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhao Layue and Liu were ten years old full of sorrowful meaning, as if to say goodbye to the most important but never seen existence in a certain life.

Nan Wangwei teased and said, "If you die, you should die. Why not die? Why not make so many mysteries?"

After saying this, she took her hands and walked out of Dongfu.

Ada sniffed the futon, swung her tail, and turned to follow.

The silver bell rang in the front, and the silver bell rang in the back, reverberating in the quiet and long passage, mixed with the sound of the river that did not see the sun, like a soul call.

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There has been a legend in Qingshan that there are ghosts in Jianfeng.

The formation of this legend is well understood because that mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, because of the sharp sword intentions, and because of the sword embryos that fly out of the stone by themselves from time to time.

In fact, the owner of this sword is indeed a ghost.

In Aoyama Sect's sword code, sword ghost and sword spirit mean the same thing.

When Jingyang real person stayed in the world for the last time when the connection disappeared, the clouds of Jianfeng also spread for a moment, and ushered in a bright sun.

The sun illuminates the collapsed rocks and the cliff.

Ping Yongjia, who was sitting in the cliff cave, didn't know where to go.

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The sun was really strong, and Ping Yongjia couldn't help squinting her eyes, hesitated for a long time, and then opened the wooden door in front of her, and saw the small bridge in front of her.

As a real invisible sword body, it didn't take long for him to come to Ohara from Aoyama, as he would only run on the ground like that year, and his speed would only be slower than that of Jingjiu.

As for the Aoyama disciples in the valley, he did not feel his arrival.

He slowly walked up the small bridge and walked across the stream, his footsteps were very light, lighter than the wind, and he made no sound.

Beyond the round window of the Zen room, Xilai was holding the yin and phoenix's body facing Wujian Wujian, and suddenly turned around and looked over.

Ping Yongjia can hide everyone's perception, but he can't hide it.

West's eyes fell on Ping Yongjia's slightly white face, raising her eyebrows slightly, as if she saw the strangest thing in the world.

Hearing the sound from the west, Yuan Qu rushed into the Zen room at the fastest speed, and the gray, twisty and strange sword came in, making a buzzing sound and aimed at Ping Yongjia's back .

Zhuo Rusui even did not know when he appeared under the porch, and Tengzhou Jian quietly rested on his lap. Cheng Tian Jianyi had been woven into a dense array, blocking the entrance of the Zen room.

Obviously they are the same, but they are so wary of Ping Yongjia's arrival, even above the west.

"You have always doubted me." Ping Yongjia stood under the bridge and said with a grievance, "But have you thought about it, do you doubt that my premise is to doubt Master?"

If it was not suspected that Ping Yongjia would take the opportunity to take Jing Jiu's current body, how could Zhao Layue keep refusing to return to Qingshan? How could Sanqianyuan suddenly become a separate courtyard in Qingshan Sect?

Yuan Qu did not speak, and his expression was a little awkward.

This thing is a bit awkward indeed.

Zhuo Rusigh sighed and said, "Even if we believe you are useless, the two aunts are not there, and they come back to fix me afterwards. How can I stand up?"

With great courage, Ping Yongjia dared to leave Qingshan to come here. How could she leave willingly and shouted into the Zen room, "Master, they suspect you are a bad person!"

Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu are anxious. I thought that even if everyone thinks this way, how can you say it?

Regardless of them, Ping Yongjia continued to shout: "They always think that after you failed in the ascension, you were forced to turn into a sword student and took my body ... So now they are worried that I will come back again. Take back your body. "

Zhuo Rusui no longer cares about anything anymore, stands up and yells: "Scream and shout! There are outsiders here! They all listened!"

Ping Yongjia ignored him and continued to shout: "I did forget all the previous things. When I first knew where I came from, I even had such suspicions, but ... but ... I definitely didn't think so . "

Zhuo Rusui thinks you have a fart! If the real person in charge didn't shoot you out of everything, how could you turn swords?

"It's definitely not the case anyway!" Ping Yongjia's more and more wronged, the more crying in her voice.

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"Of course not."

A calm voice came from the zen room.

Sanqianyuan became silent, Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu were shocked and silent. Ping Yongjia opened her mouth and did not know what to say, not because it was profound, although it was very profound, but because The sentence was spoken by Jiu Jiu.

Jing Jiu came out of the Zen room, and black hair like a waterfall was scattered behind him. The beauty was beyond description, like the person in dream.

No matter where you live, it is a big dream.

You can't wake up a person who pretends to sleep, or you can't wake up a person who doesn't know who is in the dream. Now that you wake up, your dream is broken.

The whole world also woke up.

Whether it was those flowers in the lotus pond or three disciples that turned into ice sculptures.

Zhuo Rusui quickly gave way.

Yuan Qu passed a tape at the fastest speed.

Gu Qing remembered the scene in that youthbook very clearly, and he also told him clearly.

Jing Jiu took the tape and **** his black hair randomly, looking at Ping Yongjia and said, "What's the blind thought?"

Ping Yongjia woke up from the surprise, listened to Master ’s words, felt more aggrieved, and pointed at Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu Banzhuang, speechless, thinking that the brothers were thinking, what is it about me?

Jing Jiu ignored him, turned to the lake, and extended his right hand to the west.

Xilai passed the Yin Feng in her arms.

Yin Feng's body was hugged by him for several days, and there was still some warmth.

Jing Jiu raised his hand and threw Yin Feng's body into the sky.

The yin and phoenix suddenly scattered into countless light particles, faintly forming a large bird, the tail feathers became very short, and the wings were longer, like a phoenix in a painting.

The light particles and the air rub together, bringing up numerous flames, and gradually disappearing in the extreme heights of the sky, like a phoenix who has gone to another world.

Jing Jiu looked back, glanced at the middle-aged man next to him, and said, "Yes."

Said West: "OK."

Jing Jiu said, "Come?"

Said west: "Wait for three days ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu and Ping Yongjia also rushed to the lake. After hearing this conversation, I thought you would go to bath and burn incense and change clothes?

"I don't have much confidence. Give me three days to prepare for the aftermath."

Xilai smiled and said, "However, the feeling of lack of confidence is very interesting to me, so I think I should be able to kill you."

In the eyes of Jing Jiu, an expression of appreciation was expressed, saying, "You have some meaning now."

Zhuo Rusui thought that you two of the most boring people in the world know what it means?

Xilai left the three thousand courtyards, and a few breeze left and back on the lake.

Jing Jiu put his hand into the wind and found that there was still no feeling.