The Path Toward Heaven

In one world, one day, one day, and one moment, there are 26 newborns born at the same time. Δ 『Read ΔBook』 Δwww

These newborns are male and female, some are healthy, some are weak, some are born in the emperor's house, and some are abandoned by pigsty.

Some babies opened their eyes and saw Feijian.

Some babies opened their eyes and could only see the blue sky above their heads.

A voice sounded in their minds at the same time.

——This continent is composed of five countries, namely Chu, Luo, Qin, Zhao and Qi.

The bronze tripod ruled by God represents the highest authority in the world, and no recognized king has appeared for hundreds of years.

There are no rules, no requirements, and no help. Twenty-six newborns can only grow by their own strength. No matter what method is used, if they can unify the continent and become the co-owner of the world, they will receive the approval of the God and the bronze tripod. People are the victors of this question, and they will get the immortal fairy.

The only limitation is that the highest level of spiritual practice in this world can only reach Jin Dan's consummation to the first babies, that is, the first realm of travel, and can no longer be promoted.

After speaking these words, the voice disappeared, never again in their minds.

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When you open your eyes, you can see the blue sky, which means that there is no tile covering your head.

In fact, the baby was in a small tub at this time, and the tub was drifting on the river.

Some of his eyes were apathetic, and he wondered if this was too unfair. Some people might have a golden key when they were born. Why did they die?

Are you still an orphan here? Will it still be picked up by the nun's mother, and then repeat the life of that life again, constantly picking up various good things?

He Zhan was thinking of these things, feeling so boring, he really wanted to close his eyes, and Ren Heshui rushed himself to a certain cliff, and then he died and left.

But then he thought that with his luck, he was afraid that he would encounter any adventure when he fell under the cliff.

At this moment, the river was no longer so rushing. He looked at a laundry woman by the river, sighed, closed his eyes, and burst into tears.

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The baby who saw the sky full of sword light naturally devoted himself to a certain sect.

Regrettably, he was not the fruit of a pair of apostles, his parents were the clerks of this denomination.

The mother, who had just given birth for a few days, struggled to get out of bed, tied him with a cloth on his back, and began to sweep the courtyard for those fairies.

While his mother wasn't paying attention, he opened his eyes again and looked into the sky, and found that the practitioner who was obviously the teacher's role was just the state of mind.

This is also a fairy?

What should I do to grow up quickly, practice seriously, become a useful person, and then find a son?

The baby thought about this difficult problem, and gradually fell into a drowsiness as the mother moved and fell asleep again.

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The highest state of this world is just the beginning of the wild field, and there are very few people. The status of the practitioners is naturally not as high as that of the rising continent.

The emperor who has the highest power here is the emperor on earth, who can be reincarnated as a prince, which is naturally the best result of luck.

Good-looking people generally have good luck.

Jing Jiu lay quietly in the temple for three days.

The sad emperor gradually calmed down, and began to handle the queen's funeral. Maybe he would think of him at some point and come and look at him.

Naturally, those maids and maids had washed him clean.

In the late afternoon of the late spring season, it is always drowsy, and the palace becomes extremely quiet, and the eunuchs do not know where to hide.

He opened his eyes and slowly stood up to adjust to this weak body.

He is more experienced than others in this regard.

He took seven steps in bed, looked at the sky, looked at the ground, and probably understood the situation now.

Then he looked into the distance and felt the vacant bell in the void, reassuring.

If someone saw a baby who was born three days ago, they would get up and walk a few more steps, maybe they would be scared to death.

He lay down again, closed his eyes, and began meditating.

The heavens and earth are sparse here. For ordinary practitioners, practicing a year here is not as good as the original day.

But when he was trapped in the snow field, he had similar experience and believed that it would be much faster than others.

Still, as long as you live long enough, you rarely know how to go down the mountain.

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Time passed so dull.

Jing Jiu practiced every day. To the palace maid and eunuch, it was sleeping.

Of course, some people may worry whether the prince sleeps so long every day for congenital insufficiency or illness, but the doctor visited it several times and found no problems.

It is not a problem for Jing Jiu to be fed and excreted in the arms by the nurse, as long as the six consciousnesses are isolated, nothing matters.

The problem is that in this life, his appearance is still outstanding. Now that he is a baby, he naturally looks extraordinarily lovable.

When he practiced, those eunuchs thought he was asleep, and he couldn't help secretly touching his face or somewhere else.

About this matter, Jing Jiu thought about it very seriously, and finally decided to choose patience.

The cloud dreamland in the Qingtianjian obviously means dancing in the dust.

These inquirers should have lived here for many years, and the patience and experience of the mundane life is part of the sentiment.

Jingjiu always believed that Guocheng Temple's dancing is very stupid, and he didn't need any insight. He chose to be patient because he had no way to refuse.

In the years that followed, he practiced seriously in the palace, occasionally crying in conjunction with it.

A year later, he felt that ordinary babies should be able to start speaking, and he started speaking, startling the concubine and the maid who served him.

I think it may be because his pronunciation is too standard, and he said not that his mother is not his father or his onomatopoeia, but: hot.

I checked with the palace maid several times before I was sure that he was talking about hot words, and that was what he wanted to express.

People in the palace were worried that the prince would be cold and often wrapped him like a mule, even in late spring.

He doesn't have any vitality right now. Naturally, he can't talk about the cold and heat, but it's really hot or not.

In the following year, in addition to his practice, Jing Jiu also did a very important thing.

One day he saw two court ladies playing chess and found that their chess skills were not much worse than Tong Yan.

He designed some things, those maids and concubines failed the test. (Note)

This made him confirm that the people here are not real life, this is a fantasy.

This question may not make much sense to other askers, but he considers it important.

This year he also fully grasped his situation.

He is the nine prince of Chu.

The eight older brothers or sisters died before their mothers were born.

The queen gave birth to him extremely difficult, and then died of childbirth.

In other words, he is the sole heir of Chu.

It stands to reason that the emperor should treat a child like a treasure to such a child.

But Emperor Chu was not a common emperor.

Chu Huang's poems and poems were written very well, he painted better, his style was elegant, and he was deeply affectionate to the queen. He refused the minister's request to re-establish a new one, and even dismissed all the concubines in the palace. Except for participating in the congregation every day, he spent most of his time drinking and playing the piano and singing, and missed his wife.

Jing Jiu wasn't touched, because the fragrance of wine and singing every night made it easy for him to think of Nan forget on the peak opposite.

Chu Huang, because of his deep affection for his wife, did not like the son who led to his wife's tragic death. He was unwilling to ignore it, but just kept it in good condition.

The Chu Kingdom is in the south of the mainland. It is not very rich, nor is it strong, and the folk customs are weak.

Compared with Qin, Zhao and Chu, the three great powers have a very weak sense of existence and are often overlooked.

Jing Jiu was very satisfied with this and even felt perfect.

If he continues to practice in the imperial palace, life will go on like this, it will be difficult to quickly grasp the outside world, but he doesn't care.

He didn't bother about things in the world in Qingshan that year.

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One year in the dream, one day in the real.

Also, the dzi beads projected into the sky, changing at an extremely fast speed, bringing out countless light and shadow threads.

The practitioners have far better eyesight than ordinary people, so that they can vaguely see the contents of those quick pictures.

Occasionally, the picture slows down. People outside the valley saw some babies babbling, some pretending to be cute, and some babies thought hard like an old man.

Twenty-six questioners have different growth in different situations.

No one noticed that in those slow-moving pictures, a blue bird often appeared, either on the branch or on the eaves.

Some people felt unclear or uninteresting and left the venue.

More people are staring at the light curtain, thoughtfully.

Those fast-moving pictures make it difficult to make people think of how short life is.

The white horse crosses the gap, the electric light fire is saying the same thing.

Time is fragile and should be cherished. Please go down the road.

Or this is the meaning of the Asking Conference.

For some people, this trial in the cloud fantasy world is more like a good show.

Seir and the maiden of the water moon sitting under a large locust tree, eating dried fish, looking at the picture on the light screen, guessing the identities of those babies.

They couldn't guess what Jiang Liu'er was.

We must know that He Zhan has always been known for his good fortune in the practice world.

But they easily recognized who the emperor Chu was.

Three days in life, you have to walk seven steps in bed. Are you planning to chant another poem?

The person who poses in this manner is not who else can Jiu Jiu be.

Gu Qing did not know that his master had become the queen of the Chu Kingdom, because he had not participated in the inquiry meeting, and Yu Jian had left Yunmengshan hundreds of miles.

Crossing the area of ​​Yunmeng Mountain Farewell, saying goodbye to the far-off disciples of Zhongzhou, he looked at the valleys in the distance, and there was a look of worry in his eyes.

This was Jing Jiu's request, and Gu Qing didn't quite understand what was going on.

But he remembered it very well. At that time, Jing Jiu said that no matter what the final result was, he would return to Shenmo Peak first.

This statement did not reassure him, but was even more worried, because how to listen to the meaning hidden in this sentence is a bit bad.

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It has been four years since the inquirers entered the cloud dreamland.

Everything works as usual.

The emperor Chu Guojiu is four years old, and she is still so beautiful, but rarely speaks unless necessary.

The emperor finally remembered the son and occasionally came to see him after drinking.

However, the Nine Emperor couldn't get close to the Emperor. No matter how he taught, he always kept quiet in front of the Emperor.

A lot of discussion has spread to the palace and the people.

Some people say that the nine emperor was born badly, but I was afraid that he was a dementia, and that it was so beautiful and useful, and some people said that he was a freak. Some people think maliciously that if he is not a prince, he is afraid to be raised by a trafficker from an early age, and then given to those officials to play with the rich.

At noon one day, the temple was very quiet. The ninth prince was taking a nap, and several palace ladies talked gossip outside the window not far away, naturally speaking those rumors.

Some women think that those rumors are facts.

The ninth prince looked really stupid, often sitting alone in the Royal Garden, wondering what he was looking at and thinking.

Some maids totally disagree.

"His Highness is very clever. When I was playing chess with Sister E, I was about to die. When His Highness passed, he helped me to get a shot, and he was rescued."

"How old is Your Highness? And who has seen him learn chess with his husband? It's just luck."

The palace maid looked around and chuckled and said, "If you're talking about King Jingshi, that's pretty much the same."

Listening to the name of King Jing Shizi, the eyes of several court ladies lit up.

Chu Guobi is not Qin, Zhao, and Qi San * strong and strong, the only one who can hold hands is King Jing, who is stationed at the junction with Luo all year round.

The father of King Jing Jing is said to have been born on the same day as the ninth prince ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but it is not a good idea.

The son of ice and snow is smart, he can write poems at a young age, chess is particularly good, treats people like a spring breeze, like Su Hui, and like a fairy.

It is said that Lord Jing Jing loved Shizi so much that he regarded it as the pearl of his palm. It is said that even after a drunken man, he even said something bad.

"If it wasn't for my son's infirmity, I should ask God for help when he was thirty."

Speaking of those rumors, the maids were very excited and regretted. They thought that if King Jingshi was not congenital, it would be perfect.

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Jing Jiu's sleep was spiritual practice, so she didn't really fall asleep. She listened to the maid talks outside the window.

He knew that he had encountered the first of his kind in this world, but he was not sure whether that King Jingshi was a boy or a bird.

Of course, the son is also inherently inadequate, and it may be Bai Zao.

Asked what kind of person he will become when he enters the cloud fantasy, he has some vague speculations about the rules.

As for why the King of Jing Shi was so undisguised and not worried about being discovered by other inquirers, it was actually quite understandable.

It is not as simple as asking for a trial, it takes a long time and there are countless possibilities.

King Shiji is just like him, the conditions are too good, no matter how to cover it, he will always enter the vision of other askers.

Regardless of whether he is a boy or white, the sooner he reveals his identity, the greater the advantage he can gain.

Jing Jiu knew that his identity could not be hidden.

Just as he said to Zhao Layue at the Xijian Creek, the sun will always be seen.

He did not wait for the disciple disciple and Zhuo Rusui to find himself like the King Jingshizi.

The path he takes is different from that of other inquirers.

Just like in reality.