The Path Toward Heaven

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Fang Jingtian is the owner of the past peak of Qingshan. Of course, he should care about him, but in front of so many people, he directly asked through his realm. What does this mean?

Many things in the world may seem difficult to understand, in fact, they can be deduced and calculated, at least roughly, but this is very tiring.

Jing Jiu didn't think it was a big event, and he didn't want to spend his time to calculate. He was about to stop thinking about it, and suddenly looked at Gu Qing's face, remembering what he said to Zhao Layue.

He asked the boy named Yuan to enter the room and wait, and then told Gu Qing about it from beginning to end.

Gu Qing knew for the first time that Fang Jingtian had tried to kill Jing Jiu twice, and his pale face was shocked, and he said, "Have you reported to the head?"

Fang Jingtian is the owner of the past, and has a high status in Qingshan Zongli. Only the head and sword law are eligible to punish.

Jing Jiu said: "Without evidence, he would not even kill Luo Huainan, let alone his own younger brother."

Gu Qing thought that what you said to me, what did you want me to do?

Jing Jiu said, "Take care of these things, then figure out what he might do, and what we should do."

After saying this, he got up and walked into the room. The boy named Yuan was still waiting inside.

Gu Qing knew what he was going to say to the boy named Yuan. He didn't care. He just thought about the task Master had given him, and he couldn't help feeling annoyed.

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Yuan surname left.

Jing Jiu went to the window and glanced outside the courtyard.

At a glance was Baicheng, he was looking at that temple.

At a glance at the south, he didn't know where the brother was.

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Home Yecheng.

The cold fog in the north gradually dissipated, and this already lively city revived more anger. The restaurants and pubs were already full, and steam from the shabu-shabu was everywhere.

In a private box of a restaurant, there is a hot pot on the table. There are red and white soup in the pot, which is constantly tumbling, and the ingredients inside are washed away.

The short-skinned old man rubbed his nose and felt very greasy, and said, "Are you tired of eating this stuff?"

The young man said, "Putting different ingredients means different flavors. There are so many ingredients in the world, and there are so many flavors. How can you get bored?"

The short and thin old man took a chopsticks spinach from the white soup, ate it with the hemp sauce and tofu in the dish, and found that the taste was not bad.

I don't know if it was scalded by the food or if he rubbed it too hard just now, his nose became redder, and he asked vaguely, "What are you going to do next?"

The young man said, "I'm going to see the kid named Xiao Ming."

The short and thin old man looked slightly cold and said, "Are you ready to let him take away my ancestral inheritance?"

The young man said, "Xuan Yinzong's child is Su Ziye right now? I like the name very much, and I won't favor him. Whoever wins is your successor. How appropriate?"

The short and thin old man sneered and said, "Don't you think your plot is playing well, so you gave yourself the name Yin San?"

The young man was not angry, and said with a smile: "You are the third ancestor of Xuanyin Zong. This name is actually quite suitable. Should I give it to you?"

The short and thin old man was very depressed and mocked and said, "The little guy named Jing Jiu is still alive, are you disappointed?"

The young man ignored him, carefully picked up a whole brain flower from the red soup, and put it in his bowl full of green onions and garlic.

The short and thin old man is so boring and boring, "Pig brain is not as delicious as human brain."

The young man thought that he was indeed a pig's brain. Why didn't he realize that Jing Jiu wasn't him?

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The next day, the sects and apprentices participating in the Daoist battle will return to the mountains.

In the early morning, Bai came to the courtyard of Qingshanzong.

Whether it ’s the deacon cleaning the yard, miscellaneous servants, or the Qingshan disciples who practiced swords in the morning, they are very sensible and have no aptitude for the road.

The young man with a surname of Yuan was hesitant to do something.

Gu Qing pulled him away, wondering where the elders' affairs should be our concern.

Of course it doesn't matter if you have to do something privately, but at this time the morning light is so bright that you don't see it?

There was a faint voice over the courtyard wall.

The young man with a surname of Yuan listened to his ear, and was anxious only when he heard the title, saying, "She should call Uncle Jing, but rather Brother Brother Jing. What kind of intention is this?"

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"I should have been very happy."

Bai Zao said softly: "I survived, and it was like I had a sleep and then repaired the broken Jindan. It may even be a few years before I can grow into a baby, but why am I not happy? "

Jing Jiu really did not understand, and asked, "Why?"

"I didn't expect that once settled, the fog would recede when I woke up again."

Bai Zao said, "If I wake up early for a year, no, even if it's only for a few days, that would be great."

Jingjiu still didn't understand, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Bai Zao said softly, "Everything seems to be still six years ago. If I can wake up a day early, I can get to know you a little bit better."

Without a word, show affection.

Jing Jiu understood it, thinking that it was a bit tricky, and said, "The road is rising, and there is no future. If you have a chance, you will see you again."

This is rejection, or evasion, and it's not euphemistic for smart people like them.

Bai Zao looked at him sternly.

The cold fog has receded, and the field outside Baicheng is not as cold as in previous years, but the wind is actually a bit cold.

The hair in her ears was light, like a little white flower trembling in the wind, and looked extremely weak.

Just when Jing Jiu was about to say something, she reached out and put her hair behind her ears, and said softly, "Yes, we will meet again soon."

Jing Jiuxin thought what did this mean?

"Brother Luo is dead, but I must tell my parents the truth about this matter."

Bai Zao naturally changed the subject.

Jing Jiu said, "Of course."

Bai Zao thought of something and smiled and said, "Liu's ten-year-old relationship with you looks really good. It's not like rumors."

Jing Jiuxin thinks that Tong Yan has a good relationship with you, but you don't know the whole truth of this matter, so I can't tell you.

The gate of the courtyard was knocked, and Gu Qing's voice rang out: "Master, Xihai Sword sent Tonglu to ask for help."

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Tonglu stared at Jing Jiu's eyes and said, "I will fight with you and wait for you to return to Qingshan to rest and pass the sword to me."

Jing Jiu said, "Why?"

Tonglu said: "Because Liu killed ten years old Luo Huainan."

After saying this, he glanced at Bai Zao, his eyes were full of disappointment, and he said nothing, and left the courtyard.

Jing Jiu said, "He knows."

"Yes, otherwise he should thank us for letting Master live another three years."

Bai Zao Bingxue was clever and naturally knew what he said. "I just don't understand. Since he knows that the story told by his brother is false, why is he so angry?"

Jing Jiu said, "Because in the true story, Luo Huainan is sorry to us but has nothing to do with him. His life has always been saved by Luo Huainan."

Bai Zao said, "Why did the big brother tell him the truth?"

Jing Jiu said, "Honest?"

"I would have thought so before, but now I don't know what kind of person Master is."

After saying this, Bai Zao was silent.

The morning breeze blew the hair in her ears again.

Jing Jiu said, "I don't know."

He has only seen the Luo Huainan side.

Across the Baizhang snow.

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"Uncle is back!"

"Which master?"

"Little Master!"

"Uncle Jingjiu?"

"Yes!"

Under the sun at noon ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Xijianxi is white, not like a golden whip, but more like a jade belt.

In the building beside the stream, there were numerous exclaims.

More than a dozen sword-washing disciples could no longer sit still, squeezed to the window, and looked at the sword boat that slowly fell into the sky.

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(Small white flowers are definitely not white lotuses. I especially like the small white flowers in Jianke ...)

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