The Path Toward Heaven

Jing Jiu and Zhuo Rusui had just fought in that valley. There was no friendship with the same door, but after all, they still had to be in the same door. After entering the cloud dreamland, they must fight together.

The head of Liu Zhenren agreed that Jing Jiu would fight on behalf of Shui Yuezhang. Perhaps this was the idea. The two strongest young men in Qingshan joined forces and maybe they could fight Zhongzhou.

Zhuo Rusui failed to become the next person to pass. After everyone in the building found that He Zhan's answer was okay, he couldn't help but increase his confidence and raised his hands.

Qinger looked at someone and asked, "How much is three and sixty together?"

The man thought a little, and said, "It's been a year."

Obviously he was confident in his answer and looked around with a little pride.

His answer is a routine from He Zhan's answer, but if he answers 360 directly, he is suspected of picking people's teeth, so he turns a corner.

There are three hundred and sixty days in a year.

Everyone thought about it and found that this idea makes sense.

I didn't expect Qing'er to say directly: "Wrong, it should be sixty-three."

It's wrong, it's still the answer!

There was a ridiculous expression on the faces of the people, and the four words rushed into their hearts again-this is OK?

The man froze and said, "Why? You have to give a reason."

Qing'er glanced at him and said, "Because you are too ugly, I don't like it. I don't want you to go in. That's the truth."

Where the man would admit, waving his arms, shouting excitedly, protesting the injustice he suffered.

Bai Zao stood aside and ignored him.

There was a hint of shame in Qing'er's immature eyebrows, and thousands of arms emerged from behind him, and he patted them hard.

A thunderous roar rang through the valley.

The man disappeared directly from the building, and when he reappeared, he had reached the middle of the Echo Valley, was shocked to the cliff, and passed out.

Everyone was pale and fearful.

Qing'er shouted, "Next!"

At this time, people have seen that the question of Jian Ling's Jian Ling has no rules at all, and there are no rules. It seems that she totally depends on her mood.

Thinking of the tragic situation of the previous contestant, there was a dead silence in the small building. No one raised his hand for a long time, and Zhuo Rusui's eyelids were pulled back again.

Tong Yan has memorized the habitual movements and clothing details of all the contestants and came out.

Everyone was a little curious or vigilant. Qingtianjian is a magic weapon of the Zhongzhou school. Will the girl of Qinger give him some simple questions?

A chess board appeared in front of Tong Yan. Is it to play chess? The crowd was a little turbulent, thinking that they actually wanted to play chess with Tong Yan. Is it too obvious to put water on?

Six black pieces and six white pieces appeared on the board, instead of being scattered, they were stacked together. It seemed that they might collapse at any time as the breeze trembled slightly.

Qing'er fell on the chessboard, his face full of eager expression, and said, "I can't play you but I play marbles."

Tong Yan froze for a while, only to realize that she was the little girl who often came to play with herself when she was a child.

At that time, he thought she was a strange monster in Yunmeng Mountain, and never dared to tell Master and Mother that who would have thought she was the Jianling of Qingtianjian.

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With a white child falling, Tong Yan won the marble game.

Everyone can see clearly that this round of marbles seems simple, but it is very complicated.

The practitioner has a far greater grasp of strength and precision, and it is extremely difficult to bounce the stacked pieces in turn.

Not to mention his opponent is Jian Ling of Qingtianjian.

Qinger squatted down on the chessboard and focused on watching the final blow from Tong Yan, and stood up despondently, saying, "Well, you won."

Tong Yansheng's danger was that he felt a little nervous at last. He took a look at the little girl and turned and walked behind the building.

Zhuo Rusui seized this opportunity, came to the chessboard, and said with a wink, "Let's play marbles?"

Qing'er was a little disappointed at this time. Looking at him looking more downcast than himself, he couldn't help but be curious, and asked, "Why are you so unmotivated?"

Zhuo Rusui said, "I didn't sleep well last night."

Qing'er thought that this kind of thing could also become tense. It didn't seem promising, and said, "Well, my question is ..."

Zhuo Rusui said weakly, "Did I already answer your question?"

Quiet.

Qing Er stunned for a while to understand what he meant, a surprised look on his little face, and said, "You mean I asked you why you were so indifferent?"

Zhuo Rurui said of course: "Yes."

People can't help but feel emotional, thinking what happened to the Aoyama Sect these years?

Qinger was very speechless, but found that what he said made sense, and he felt frustrated in his heart, and said, "You're ruthless, go in."

Zhuo Ru slowly walked back to the building.

Qinger flew away from the chessboard and came into the air. Looking at this picture, her mood was even worse. I thought that I had to make troubles myself before I could get out of this bad breath.

Jing Jiu came over.

Qing'er looked at his face and couldn't help holding it, forgetting to flap his wings and fell on the chessboard.

She woke up, her face flushed, and asked softly, "What's your name?"

"Jing Jiu."

"sounds so good."

In this way, Jingjiu passed the test.

There was an uproar in the building.

Bai Zao smiled helplessly and walked forward.

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Behind the building is already the depth of the cliff of the Echo Valley. A stone hole is opened above, and it looks like a patio.

Jing Jiu did not like such a place, but did not show it.

Sky light fell from the stone cave, illuminating the ground.

On the ground is a bronze array of approximately fifty feet square.

If you ignore the lines and cracks above, you can think of it as a big mirror.

The huge bronze mirror exudes an indescribable aura. This breath is tens of thousands of times lighter than the lightest perfume, but it can be accurately smelled, or perceived, it is extremely fresh. When you smell it, it feels like you want to lighten your body. The breath is similar.

It is wonderful that such a light taste, but it brings an extremely rich feeling, that is, the thickest milk and spirits are far behind.

Want to come here is Qingtianjian.

Jing Jiu looked around and saw 26 futons in the cave.

Under each futon, a polar line stretches out to the blue sky.

If you look at the micro, you can find that the thin lines are actually rivers, and there are various ships on the river.

Those on board had a bustling man, a cargo vendor, a young lady who watched the curtain, and a breast-feeding woman. It was lifelike, but no vitality, obviously not a living creature.

Everyone who came in was meditating with eyes closed, so was Zhuo Rusui.

That very light but very strong breath is likely to be a hint of immortality leaked from Qingtianjian. Practicing in the immortality is the dream of every practitioner.

Jing Jiu glanced at the discouraged disciple, randomly selected Zhang Putuan to sit down, reached out and raised some wind to his face, took a bite, and confirmed that it was the real fairy.

Qingtianjian is Tianbao, also known as the magic weapon of Xianjia, but it has not left the world. It should not have such a breath.

Does the immortal fairy have been in the Qingtianjian, or in the cloud dreamland?

No wonder the older brother couldn't find it.

Thinking of these things, Jing Jiu's feeling became clearer and clearer, still not very good.

Participants have come to the cave one after another.

Bai Zao, Jingzong Que Niang, Yi Maozhai's scholar, and the Kunlun scribes and others all passed the test.

They were shocked after seeing Qingtianjian, and then sat down as fast as possible to start meditation practice.

Of course, Bai Zao will not do this. Obviously, Tong Yan has never been to Qingtianjian, but she is familiar with it.

As the beloved daughter of the real and Bai Zhenren, her position in Yunmeng Mountain is really special. It seems that she has a lot of experience in practicing here and even in fantasy.

After the 26 futons were full, Qinger flew in and clapped her hands.

Thousands of hand shadows moved, and there was wind in the blue sky.

The people awoke from meditation and looked at each other, their eyes firmer and eager than before. It was only a hint of fairy qi released by Qingtianjian, and they only felt a difference when they meditated for a while. If they could get the immortal immortal, what kind of creation would it be?

No one will give up this opportunity.

"Later, Qingtianjian will lead you into the cloud dreamland. It will be a bit dark at the beginning. Don't be afraid."

Qinger rose with the wind and disappeared out of the hole.

The crowd relaxed, and their eyes began to move.

In Yun Dreamland, it should not be a two-player battle like Yantai, but a chaotic battle. Before entering, you must consider certain issues-the Zhongzhou faction was eliminated by Qingtian Jianling, but there are also Bai Zao and Tong Yan Masters and Bai Qianjun are even more daunting. Of course, if they want to go to the end of this trial, they must first form an alliance against them.

Aoyama Sect is naturally the best target for alliance. Many eyes fell on Jing Jiu, and then ...

He is strong, but too lazy. The most important thing is that his relationship with Bai Zao is too complicated.

Those sights fell on Zhuo Rusui's body again.

Zhuo Ru's head bowed, his eyes narrowed.

Unable to look at each other, naturally unable to exchange ideas.

Those eyes had to look away again.

The eyes in the cave fluttered wildly, but the silence was extremely lively.

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Qinger flew higher and higher, breaking through the clouds and reaching a high place.

There is a stone platform by the cliff, the fog is deep, and more than ten figures can be seen faintly.

The head of Zhongzhou talks about the real person, the head of Qingshan willow, the head of Yi Mao Zhai Bu Qiuxiao, the chief crossing monk of the law hall of Guocheng Temple, the head of Kunlun and Daze Ling.

"There are more than a dozen disciples with unstable realms and unsound minds. There may be accidents when entering Qingtianjian. I have left them."

The transparent wings fanned gently, bringing mist and smoke, and Qing'er's face was dreamy, beautiful and enchanting.

"There is also a person who should be the descendant of the blood demon cult. Since childhood, he has committed to sectarian hiding. I left a mark on him, and you should handle it yourself."

There was a muffled voice from a real person in the fog: "Tough work."

Qing Er nodded slightly, turned and disappeared into the clouds.

After a while.

She appeared on a peak.

There is no platform at the peak, but there is a railing near the cliff.

Bai Zhenren stood by the fence, exuding chill, like a snowy mountain.

Qinger flew behind her.

Bai Zhenren did not turn around and asked, "What do you see?"

Qing Er said, "Jing Jiu is not his name."

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Jian is a mirror.

Qingtianjian is a mirror.

The mirror can be crowned, and right and wrong.

No one can hide himself in front of the mirror.

Qingtianjian is undoubtedly the most amazing mirror in the world. It may not know who is the most beautiful, but it can know who is lying.

She is Qingtian Jianling, so it will be the first pass to ask today. The questions she asked seemed to be boring, but they had deep meaning.

Zhuo Rusui was very alert and tried to avoid the past.

Jing Jiu didn't think of this, because Qing'er's expression and reaction at that time made everyone think that she raised the question naturally.

And that question is too simple, what kind of secret can it leak?

Jing Jiu was originally his name.

"Curiously, he didn't lie, and I don't understand what's going on."

After Qinger said this sentence, she didn't speak again.

Bai Zhenren was silent for a long time.

Qing Er looked at her back, a little nervous.

I don't know why, she feels that Jiu Jiu's breath is a little familiar, and she naturally feels close, as if she has found her own kind.

She didn't tell Bai Zhenren the discovery.

This was the first time she had lied to Bai Zhenren since she was born, or concealed something.

What she didn't know was that it wasn't until this moment that she was truly in this world.

"Let's get started."

Bai Zhenren said.

She reached into the sky and took off the dzi bead.

The whole Yunmeng Mountain noticed that the light painting disappeared and people outside the valley talked a lot.

The sound of fairy music came from deep in the clouds, if there were none.

The twenty-six inquirers next to Qingtianjian heard the mysterious fairy music.

The sound of music was extremely distant, as if in my ear.

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Holding the dzi bead in one hand, he placed it in the middle of Qingtianjian.

Also the dzi slowly sinks.

Just like the sunset into the sea.

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Over Yunmeng Mountain, the light curtain that disappeared soon appeared again.

The monks looked at the light curtain and couldn't help talking about it.

Will the light curtain show the picture in the cloud fantasy?

There was nothing on the light curtain, it was dark.

It's like a black cloth, covering the real sky.

A spot of light suddenly appeared in the darkness.

That light spot is getting bigger and bigger, and gradually becomes a circle, emitting infinite light and heat.

The sun broke through the invisible barrier, appeared in the sky, and illuminated that side of the world.

The world just woke up.

This world has grasslands, mountains, snowy peaks, and the sea.

There is Woye, there are villages, there are cities.

There are cattle and sheep in the village, and people in the city.

There are temples in the suburbs and eunuchs in the palace.

Everything is so familiar, no different from the Chaotian continent.

There was a cry in a palace.

The queen's mother died of dystocia, and her emperor was so distressed that she cried before passing out.

The palace was so chaotic that the newly born prince was left alone and some blood remained on his body.

The next moment, the baby opened his eyes.

His eyes are like a sea, seemingly calm and clear, but extremely deep, hiding countless storms and waves.

After a moment, all the emotions in his eyes disappeared, only calmness, and a little bit tired.

He now feels like when he woke up in a stone cave many years ago.

Really annoying.

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(Dangdang Dangdang, to start, faintly looking forward and excited, this chapter is particularly comfortable to write, I hope the next dozen chapters can also be so.)