The Path Toward Heaven

Zhao Layue was preparing to practice since she was a child, and she stayed in her home until she went to Qingshan. The only people she contacted were her family members and servants. They never thought about these issues.

"This is the first time I've said this to people, because it is boring and meaningless, so it will be the last time."

Jing Jiu looked at her calmly and said, "The monster eats people, and the practitioners eat people too. Some eat it, some eat it, but they all eat it."

Zhao Layue was silent for a while, and said, "Like those people who said that when you were in Haizhou? But there is always a difference."

Jing Jiu said, "In the final analysis, the practice sect needs mortal support, and what has the practitioner done for the mortal?"

Zhao Layue raised an eyebrow and said, "We have all walked through the Tongtian Bridge in Nanhe Prefecture."

Jing Jiu said: "Yes, practitioners can build bridges for mortals, cut monsters and remove demons, but they still do too little compared to their ability. Because the practice of cultivation is to repair itself, just like our Qingshan Sect, if not there is no chance Breaking the border, those second-generation disciples are unwilling to do even outside teachers, how can we talk about walking the world and eliminating difficulties? "& 1t; i> & 1t; / i>

"Do you mean that the practitioner's attitude towards mortals is like raising sheep?"

Zhao Layue stared at his eyes and said, "Repairing the bridge is just to help them make the sheep pen stronger, and is the fear of the wolf eating too many sheep?"

Jing Jiu said: "It's like a metaphor, it's not accurate enough. The practitioner is also from the mortal. The relationship between the two is more complicated than the relationship between the herder and the sheep."

Zhao Layue asked: "What problems will it bring?"

"Sheep do not envy the herdsmen because no sheep will become herdsmen."

Jing Jiu said, "But mortals will be envious of the jealous practitioners, because they have become companions with former companions."

Zhao Layue understood what he meant, and said, "How to solve this problem?"

Jing Jiu said: "The strong have everything, so Chaotianda 6 has always been a monk ruling the country, and the current situation is the same. The Jing clan is just the manager of all the major spiritual denominations based on various considerations such as balance, of course. The Jing family will also use this kind of checks and balances to constantly strengthen themselves in order to seek forever. "& 1t; i> & 1t; / i>

Zhao Layue said, "It turned out to be the May Fair."

"Yes, it was Mei Hui who determined the Big 6 pattern in these hundreds of years, but some practitioners came up with different ideas afterwards."

Jing Jiu said: "They feel that this pattern is too stable, the operation efficiency is too low, the human race is promoted too slowly to truly eliminate the threat of the snow country."

Zhao Layue asked curiously, "What are they going to do?"

Jing Jiu said for a while, "They think that the human race cannot live too comfortably, at least until the snow country is not destroyed. They also think that mortals should not be given too much care. Slavery mortals, while conducting a large number of screenings, select mortals who have the potential to practice, and use various methods to promote their growth and strengthen the power of the human race. "

Zhao Layue's black eyes appeared surprised and said, "Like a real sheep?" & 1t; i> & 1t; / i>

Jing Jiu said nothing.

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West Huaishan is west of Chaoge City.

One thousand and seven hundred miles.

This is exactly out of the range of Yunmeng Mountain.

Fog is everywhere in the cliffs. As the rising sun rises, the mist evaporates and the scenery in front of the cliffs becomes clearer.

The young man is sitting on a cliff with a bamboo pole in his hand.

The line hanging from the pole fell to the bottom of the cliff and sank into a waterfall.

The sound of the water was roaring, and the waterfall was very sick, but the thin line was steady.

He was fishing for birds in the clouds that day, and what was he fishing for in the waterfalls today?

Some extremely dark shadows can be seen faintly, walking through the waterfall, the speed is extremely fast, and I can swim freely in the vertical curtain of water, I do not know what kind of strange fish. & 1t; i> & 1t; / i>

The dark shadows stared at the front of the thin line, knowing that they were dangerous, but refused to leave, they seemed to be extremely greedy species.

The thin and short old man squatted beside the young man, rubbing his red nose with his hands from time to time, looking really like a dog.

The young man suddenly looked up and looked at a cliff more than ten miles away.

The old man followed, and with his eyesight, he could naturally see that a crippled teenager was climbing up the mountain with a backpack.

"He is different from Liu at the age of ten. The fire in Liu's heart was a fake fire, but he really hated it. The Sanqing School's bad exercises are not worth learning."

The young man glanced at the old man and said, "How about making him the master of Xuanyin Sect?"

The old man said: "Interesting, anyway, my disciples and grandchildren have never honored me, and never thought of helping my old ancestor to solve the trouble, **** it." & 1t; i> & 1t; / i>

The young man inserted the bamboo pole into the crack of the cliff stone, stood up and looked into the distance.

The moment his hand left the bamboo pole, the thin black shadows in the waterfall, like countless black lightnings, rushed towards the end of the line.

Countless water splashes were stirred up, mixed with piercing weirdness.

The young man didn't bother, looking at it suddenly said, "Did you tell him to jump over a cliff to find a cave, or fall into a treasure chest in the lake?"

The old man said with a smile: "I think everything is fine."

The young man suddenly asked, "Are you trying to kill me?"

The old man looked as usual and did not speak.

The young man turned around and looked at him, Qingxiu's face still had a sweet smile on his face.

The old man was silent for a while and said, "I don't want to hide you, because it is meaningless and I can't hide it, yes, I do want to kill you today." & 1t; i> & 1t; / i>

The young man said, "Why?"

"My disciples did not honor me because they didn't know where I hid. They couldn't help me solve this big trouble because they couldn't beat you. Qingshan. But that doesn't mean they don't love me and respect me every year. When sacrificing ancestors, my portrait will definitely be placed in the third position. "

The old man sneered and said, "My Zong was suppressed by your decent for thousands of years, and lived like a dog. It's hard to hope in recent years. Of course, my old ancestor wanted to do something for Zongli, but at this time you asked me Pass it to this **** who you do n’t know, do you think I have any reason to be angry? "

"Yes, I heard that the young master of Xuanyin Zong is pretty good now. I want to come to you to teach him the exercises."

The young man smiled and said, "But I find it very interesting, so that's it."

The old man narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

He certainly wanted to kill this young man and get real freedom.

But he didn't do it. UU reading www.uukanshu.com naturally had some reasons for not doing it.

The young man sighed, reached out and touched the old man's head, his eyes full of pity.

Mercy is not sympathy.

The old man is a well-known big devil in the history of the practice world, and one of the famous sword-slayers: the three ancestors of the Xuanyin Sect.

Who is entitled to have mercy on him?

or.

Young people have pity on themselves.

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