The Path Toward Heaven

Liu was ten years old, of course, a lot of people, otherwise how did Jing Jiu meet the young monk of Guocheng Temple who practiced closed chanting when he thought of him.

Of course, his words are not as exaggerated as today.

In the past ten years, he has shouldered too many responsibilities and secrets, because he was worried about accidentally speaking, because of pressure, and because he wants to play a distressed disciple. His words are getting less and less, and he is going to go crazy.

To this day, Jing Jiu ’s bracelet has become a sword to open his way. Countless roads of Qingshan Feijian go to the West China Sea. He finally no longer needs to play that role and is understood. He ca n’t wait to say everything he has n’t said in the past ten years.

Dongfu was very quiet and there was no sound for a long time. Xiaohe hugged him and gently stroked his back.

Liu was ten-year-old a little touched and nervous, his hands were not sure where to put it, he was stiff in the air, his face was getting redder.

In the end he couldn't take it anymore, and said with a trembling voice, "I ... I'm a little thirsty."

Xiao He left his body, watched him laugh, and said, "Can you not be thirsty by saying so much?"

Liu was ten years old afraid to look at her, drank the spring water from the tea cup and asked, "How are you feeling now?"

With the help of elixir and meditation during this time, his injury was better. The key is that Jian Yuan recovered a lot and he should be able to control the sword.

Xiao He felt his body and confirmed that the injury did not improve significantly, but he should be able to move freely and nodded.

When Liu was ten years old, she helped her to the cliff and said, "When I said that my son and Zhao Layue had a lot of secrets, did you bother me?"

Xiao He thought you still knew.

Liu said at the age of ten: "In fact, I still have a secret."

Xiao He wants to return?

"But that secret is my own, so I can tell you."

Liu was ten years old and took her to the woods next to her, whistling.

The flying sword listened to the sound, returned to his side, the tip of the sword trembled, and looked back from time to time, seeming reluctant.

At the age of ten, Liu walked to the slightly swollen ground in the forest, grabbed a gap in his right hand, and the soil broke through to reveal a sword inside.

The slender shape of the sword, the breath is cold and indifferent, at first glance, it is absolutely extraordinary.

Hatsune Sword.

In Chaoge Night Palace that year, the sword was presented to Zhao Layue by Jin Mingcheng on behalf of the Emperor. In Guihua City, she gave Liu another ten years old.

In a sense, Luo Huainan died under this sword.

In recent years, Sun Wang and many others have been searching for the whereabouts of this sword, but they have never found results.

Because Liu was ten years old and never used this sword.

Looking at the sword, Xiao He was a little surprised.

One of the most important tasks that Xi Wang Sun delivered to her was to find the sword.

Who would have thought that Liu was ten years old and hid his first sword in a mountain forest hundreds of miles away from Haizhou City.

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At the age of ten, Liu took the first sword out of the dirt, wiped it with his sleeves, and inserted it into his waist.

The bright little sword trembled, flying around his body, feeling a little eager to try, seems to want to cut it down, try the hardness of the first sword.

Liu quickly stopped at the age of ten, holding Xiao He's hand ready to step on the flying sword, and stayed away.

At this moment, a sigh sounded in his mind.

When escaping from Haizhou City, he also heard a sigh when Yu Jian rushed in the sky.

The sigh was full of emotion, and there was a little sorrow and regret.

There was also emotion in this sigh, but suddenly and regret has become contentment and comfort.

No matter what kind of sigh it means, it is the sigh of Xi Wangsun.

Liu's ten-year-old expression changed suddenly, and he did not hesitate to take out the first sword of his waist and pull out a sword flower in front of him.

The small sword also felt great danger. The sword's head was slightly raised, and it flew away.

Click!

There was a sudden lightning in the blue cloudless sky.

The thunder fell between the cliffs.

There was a loud noise.

Rocks splashing between the cliffs.

Liu was ten years old and Xiao He fell to the ground, covered with blood.

A figure fell from the sky.

He wore a bright yellow shirt with bead curtains covering his face, and his eyes were quiet and unpredictable, like an emperor.

Sun King Sun.

The first-born sword had left Liu's ten-year-old hand, and slammed it, piercing Xi Wangsun's face.

The bead curtain swinged lightly.

Xi Wangsun stretched out his right hand.

easy.

He grabbed the first sword.

Hatsuji sword struggled for a moment, and soon returned to calm.

West King Sun glanced obliquely forward.

The little sword was hidden behind the rock, and seemed to be preparing for a sneak attack.

Sensing the eyes of Xi Wangsun, Xiaojian flew directly towards the mountain without hesitation, and disappeared instantly.

"Running fast, good sword."

West King Sun sighed, knowing that even if he wanted to subdue the small sword, it would take a long time, no idea of ​​regeneration.

He looked at Liu at ten, with some disappointment in his eyes and some appreciation.

"I didn't expect that I would be fooled by you little children."

"How will you be here?"

Liu ten years old said pale.

His heart was full of shock and puzzlement.

When he wanted to come, it was impossible.

The strong men of the decent sect are besieging Yuntai. The secret of Bu Lao Lin will soon be revealed to the world. As the leader of Bu Lao Lin, Xi Wang Sun is not there to meet the enemy, but to chase himself? Even if what you do is the rebellion that Bu Lao Lin hates most, is it more important to kill yourself than to keep Bu Lao Lin?

"Obviously, this is a killing game you have prepared for many years. Even if I stay in Yuntai, what else can I do?"

Looking at Liu's ten-year-old expression, West King Sun knew what he was thinking and said calmly, "Since this is the case, why should I stay there to die?"

Liu said at the age of ten: "Then what you should do is to run away quickly, why come to hunt me down?"

"Killing you is certainly important, but I follow you, of course, for other reasons."

Xi Wangsun looked at the junior sword in his hand, his eyes were deep.

Only one drop of essence blood is needed, and this will be his sword.

The destruction of Yuntai was indeed an unbearable price for Bu Lao Lin, but it was a compensation to be able to retrieve the first sword—this is the true inheritance of the South China Sea. With this sword, his state of stagnation for many years may break through. By that time, no matter whether they are seniors, or those old guys from the Qingshan and Zhongzhou schools, what fears?

"Just for this sword? The people in Yuntai are your most loyal subordinates, don't you care at all? Are those people's lives not as important as a sword?"

Liu was ten years old inexplicably angry.

Xi Wang Sun looked back and looked at him and said, "Bu Lao Lin was originally a knife. What matters is that the real thing is always the hand holding the knife."

The gimbal was destroyed.

Those assassins and their subordinates died.

As long as he is alive, and those who are hidden deepest are alive, Bu Lao Lin will exist forever.

What's more, no matter how powerful Liu was ten years old, after all, he still couldn't find those real knives. UU reading books www.uukanshu.com

Liu ten years old understood his meaning, and his face was paler.

"Those who will die today are knives, but you are not."

Xi Wangsun looked at him with emotion and said, "The real person admires you very much, so do I. I had hoped that you would be the next knife-holder."

Liu said at the age of ten: "Sorry, it has disappointed you."

"No, you actually killed Luo Huainan in order to win the trust of me. These means can't be unparalleled. I can only admire you and have no disappointment.

Said Sun Wang: "It's a pity that I have to kill you today, because I always have to explain to some people."

A sigh suddenly sounded between the cliffs.

Yi Maozhai's old scholar came out and looked at Xi Wangsun and said, "It turns out I'm just a knife."

Xi Wangsun looked at him with a little surprise, and said after a moment of silence, "Mr. Yan is certainly not a knife, you are a pen."