The Path Toward Heaven

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Jingjiu didn't knock on the door, and reached out to push a piece of green brick halfway into the wall. .

It turned out to be an institution.

There was a faint sound of something rolling behind the door—his eyes couldn't penetrate the wooden door, but he knew it was a smooth stone ball moving along a fixed track and had to travel a long distance Will fall and smash a large porcelain bowl.

After a long time, the wooden door had not been opened.

He stood on the stone steps and waited, his expression calm and normal.

The rain was a bit heavy, and fell on the hat, dripping from the edge, like a waterfall in the dry season.

Because of the falling rain, the pedestrians in the lane hurried, and no one noticed him.

With a soft noise, the courtyard door finally opened, and an old man appeared.

The old man had a square face, straight eyebrows, and red cheeks. He did n’t know whether he was drinking or a little excited. He wore a gray singlet and the buttons were not fastened. He should put it on casually. Zhuijiu's eyes were full of questions and examinations.

Jing Jiu took out a wooden sign and passed it.

The old man didn't dare to answer, and bent over and looked at him for a long while.

Until it was confirmed that he was the real thing, he did not hesitate to kneel on his knees, regardless of whether the ground was already wet by rain.

"Get up," Jing Jiu said.

The old man stood up, greeted him with humility into the courtyard, and walked down the side porch deep.

Someone in the small courtyard, to be precise, has a family.

In the open flower hall, the family was eating, old and young, male and female, neat and tidy.

The eyes of the family were on the table, talking in a low voice, as if they had not seen Jing Jiu and the old man at all.

This picture is a bit weird.

The three- or four-year-old child broke free of his mother's arms, ran to the threshold, looked curiously at Jing Jiu, stretched out his hand to say something, but was quickly hugged by his father.

The child cried in the flower hall.

Under the corridor, Jing Jiu took off his hat and glanced over there.

Seeing his face, the child couldn't help but stay crying and forgot to cry.

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"This is the Jing family?"

"Yes, they have been working in Taichang Temple for generations.

The square-faced old man glanced at Jing Jiuyi and said, "I can assure you that they don't know anything, but they should never forget it."

Jing Jiu knew that those people were their parents in name, as well as the old grandfather and brother-in-law. As for whether the child was a nephew or niece? This is the arrangement of the year. He is not good at it, but there are many people in the court who are good at this kind of thing.

He sat in a chair and asked, "How many people have checked these years?"

The old man stood in front of him and said, "As early as seven years ago, Qingshan Zong came to Defeng to check. According to their means, they should be able to see some problems, so I hurriedly remedied it afterwards, but strangely, They have never been there again, which has always disturbed me. "

Jing Jiu naturally knew why Shang Defeng did not continue to investigate, and said, "It doesn't matter."

"There were two big moves later, four years ago and one year ago."

The old man said: "A total of twenty sects sent inquiries, and Hu Guifei in the palace also sent someone."

Four years ago, Zhao Layue and Jing Jiucheng saw the end of the sword god, shocking the practitioners. The eyes of most practitioners are on Zhao Layue, but Jing Jiu will be checked by the way. One year ago was a four-sea feast tour of the Xihai Sword School and the subsequent Qingshan sword test. Jing Jiu defeated Gu Han and cut off Nanshan's sword. The idea of ​​Master Qingshan deliberately keeping a low profile and turning him into a martial art naturally came to nothing. How could Jingyang's real heirs, a real kendo wizard, not be noticed? ?

The old man knew these things and naturally knew that this young man was Jing Jiu.

The Jing family moved to this small courtyard for 20 years just for this person.

"I came to the May Fair and lived here during this time."

Jing Jiu said, "You send a letter to Zhao Fu and tell the other party."

The old man knew his identity, and naturally knew where he said Zhao's house. When he saw that he had no other words, he left the secret road behind the house.

This secret path leads to another yard dozens of feet away.

The yard occupies a very large area, with carved beams and painted buildings, full of luxury hidden in the depths.

The old man sat silent in the study, and did not slow down for a long time.

Many years ago, his father talked to him very seriously. The family can continue to maintain its beauty to this day, all because of two things. One is to support His Majesty the Emperor unconditionally, and the other is to absolutely obey the wooden sign. Commanded by the owner.

What if the two conflict? Still young, he couldn't help asking.

The father said that the will of Her Majesty the Emperor was necessarily the same as that of the wooden sign owner.

The young man is inevitably stubborn. He still insists, what if?

He remembered clearly that his father was silent for a long time, and then the answer was the latter.

He was shocked at the time, even today.

He didn't dare and didn't want to erase the cloud over the family for hundreds of years, but he was unavoidably curious, but unfortunately when he arranged the small courtyard by himself 20 years ago, he just received a letter and saw the piece The wooden bet and a few simple requirements still don't know who the other party is.

Until these years, practitioners and even people in the palace cast their sights on the small courtyard. He did not know the identity of the other party. He also used his own power to secretly check it, but he could n’t be sure, because Jing Jiu was too young, even if It's a kendo genius, which doesn't match the weight of that wooden sign.

Jing Jiu should be the successor of that wooden sign?

The old man was thinking about these things, and a whisper reminder from the housekeeper came from the window.

"Master, the hour is passing."

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The spring rain, the two barriers formed by the formation method and the glazed glass, did not make the guests in the courtyard feel wet, but added a bit of elegance, but with the passage of time, the atmosphere between the venues became a little weird after all. The sound of rain was gradually replaced by the sound of argument.

On the way to the wedding, I suddenly heard the sound of a bowl falling. The host left in a hurry. It didn't come out after so long. It was like disappearing. What happened?

"What happened?"

"I heard that when Father was young, he was very cacophonous. Is this a relapse?"

"The old man hurts his son the most. How could he come out like this in his marriage?"

"I don't want to talk nonsense, I say that the old man is faint and confused, and he is not willing to get close to the nobles in the palace. Incomparably, this is called a holy family! Can a confused person do this? "

"Kojishi is passing."

The guests were talking, suddenly listening to the sound of footsteps ahead.

The crowd looked up to ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and quickly closed their voices, bowing their salute.

"I've seen Lu Guogong."

"Sorry, something urgent."

Lu Guogong's face is upright, with a magnificent manner, and even his explanation has his own majesty. Where does the old man with a humble expression and a housekeeper look before Jing Jiu look like a man?

Today is the great day for the marriage of the younger son of Lu Guogong and the granddaughter of the prime minister.

Halfway through the ceremony, Lu Guogong suddenly disappeared, and only then appeared again.

No one in the House dared ask questions.

Sharp-eyed guests noticed that an irreverent gray coat appeared under the gonggong's dress, and water stains were leaching on both knees, and they were puzzled.

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