The Path Toward Heaven

Jing Jiu sat on the cosmic front, left Shenmo Peak, broke through the clouds, and fell on the cloud town with the clouds.

He went into the restaurant, and when the white soup in the pot was lowered, the carriage arrived.

The glazed windows on the roof have been replaced with new ones, and the arrangement of the Gu family is still so appropriate.

A few days later, the carriage reached Chaonan City, Jing Jiu went to Baoshuju, left a list and left again.

The owner of Baoshuju looked at the names of the magic weapons on the list, and his sweat kept flowing on his face. I thought that these magic weapons would be the treasures of a certain faction or the legendary things that have been lost for a long time. Looking for it?

Jing Jiu did not take a car anymore, bought a top hat, left Chaonan City on foot, and came to Dazao within a few days.

In summer, Daze is not as cool as people think that the lake wind can send it, but because it is shrouded by evaporated water, it looks particularly stuffy. Even if it doesn't move, it will sweat at any time, just like the poor man in Baoshuju. Like the owner.

Perhaps for this reason, no one on the streets of the town can see it. Only cicadas and frogs are intertwined.

Jing Jiu's body can soak for a few hours even if it is molten. Naturally, he will not sweat because of the summer heat. He is wearing a hat and standing on the street, listening quietly to the sound of cicadas and frogs, and hiding in these The slight movement behind the sound.

Qingshan Jianxiu can perceive all sounds within dozens of feet after entering the realm of consciousness, such as insects, and Jing Jiu's sensing ability is even more powerful than countless times. If he did not use Guocheng Temple ’s Zen exercises to block part The ability to perceive is that the sound of Han Chan's fists and rubbing palms can be as scary as thunder in his ears.

At this point, he knew everything, and the voice of the town and even Daze suddenly burst into his ears.

In the yard on the west, there were several old men who soaked their feet in buckets to play mahjong. There was a lot of slang. Even the old man's fingertips and the pattern friction on the mahjong card were heard clearly. Heart What do you think you want to do?

Then he heard a lot of murmurs in Daze, and kept reading that it was shrimp eating mud, fish eating grass, and then all were eaten by the big fish. Finally, the greedy big fish was caught by a fake wooden fish. After the water surface became the fisherman's dinner tonight, for whom is the fisherman working hard?

Jing Jiu wore a hat and walked in the uninhabited streets and sweltering summer winds. He didn't go crazy because of these voices, and didn't produce much emotion. He just seriously and intently searched for the unnaturalness in the natural world noise, and It took him exactly two hours.

There is a mussel shell in the dark gutter of the town, and the sound comes from here.

It's common for mussels to spit out water. Although this clam shell is small and has a dry surface, it looks like a dead mussel.

Jing Jiu went to the drainage ditch and squatted down, and said to the mussel, "The hatred between you and Qingshan is the shallowest. In fact, if it wasn't for the provocation of your brother, those hatreds might not exist. I think we can discuss some things."

The mussel shell bounced slightly and gave no further response.

What Jing Jiu was looking for was Emperor Xiao. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have thought that this sword-sworder actually lived in a mussel shell, but thinking about the phrase to do the dojo in the mussel shell, it seemed a natural thing.

The mussel shell is only a camouflage. It was the turtle shell that really protected Emperor Xiao and made him avoid the search of Qingshan Sword Formation.

Even if Jing Jiu's right hand was not injured, he might not be able to cut the turtle shell.

Emperor Xiao's voice came out of the mussel shell: "You always know that I live here, but there is no way to take me. Why can I sell you a real person? Can you promise not to kill me?"

Jing Jiu said, "You misunderstood. I didn't come to you because of that, but I wanted to borrow a turtle shell from you."

Emperor Xiao said with reluctance: "I want to lend you the turtle shell, isn't it my own way?"

Jing Jiu thought about it, and found that it was indeed so. Emperor Xiao could not agree to his request anyway.

He glanced at his deformed right hand, thinking that he could only find another way.

At this time, a strong wind suddenly appeared on the surface of Lake Osawa.

The breath that overflowed when Emperor Xiao stunned the Daze strongman who had been closely monitoring the town, and the other party was rushing over by wind and rain.

Aoyama and Osawa had a good relationship, but meeting was also troublesome, and Jingjiu turned and left.

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That mussel may have dived into the depths of Osawa, or it may have hid in a well in a courtyard. Emperor Xiao had been hiding under Daze's eyelids for so many years, and Qingshan Sword Formation could not kill him. As long as he did not come out, no one could do anything, and if he did not make a sound, even Jiu Jiu could not find him again.

Jing Jiu walked forward in the lake, waving his hands to dispel those annoying waterweeds and ignorant fish, thinking about the celebratory celebrations that I heard before entering Daze, thinking that those mortals were playing Qingcheng Mahjong, No wonder it is so happy to touch a pheasant with one hand.

Daze is extremely broad, and the water is extremely deep. The deeper the sky, the light is getting lighter and lighter, and the grass is becoming thinner. It becomes a barren white sand and gravel land. The ignorant fish is gradually replaced by ugly and fierce fish and monsters . When Jing Jiu came to the center of Dazawa, about 100 feet deep, there was no sky at the bottom of the lake, and the darkness was like night. Of course, this had no effect on his sight. When he came over, he stopped early.

He is like a real stone in the static state, without breath and taste, without a sense of life, not to mention a silver scorpion, even a higher-level beast can hardly find his existence-except for the dragon and the corpse This special existence of dogs.

In the past, he would take Liu Ada with him when he left Qingshan. That was because he knew that he would encounter great troubles and strong opponents. He left Qingshan this time to heal injuries. Naturally, he would not provoke those strong enemies. No Man can discover his existence, and naturally there is no trouble.

A few days later, he came out of the lake, and the water kept dripping from his bonnet and clothes, wet the sand under his feet.

It is already hundreds of miles away from the north bank of Osawa. The shallow water is dense blue reeds, and the dense forest is ahead. There are no crowds.

Jing Jiu's heart moved slightly, the sword fire overflowed from his body, and the lake water was quickly dried, but he forgot that he was still wearing a hat.

The hat disappeared into green smoke, and his face came out.

Dozens of sandboxes circled back from the lake, preparing to fall back to the nest in the reeds, and suddenly looked at him on the beach. They were frightened, and the little fish that was carrying them fell like rain.

Jing Jiu reached out and cut more than ten reeds, just like Zhao Layue braided with one hand, made a humble hat and put it on his head.

His figure disappeared into the woods.

No one knows he has been here, and no one knows where he is going, even the ghosts in the mountains.

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For the next ten days, Jingjiu Road went north, constantly looking for a way to heal.

In Guocheng Temple, the cross-hai monk's body shot seemed unusual, but since it is the thunderous means of the real people, it is naturally extraordinary.

During the journey north, Jing Jiu rarely rested, but occasionally bite a few winds and drank some dew.

He doesn't feel hunger, he just wants to do something to make him look more like an immortal. I heard that the immortal's luck will not be too bad.

He searched the Dongfu where he remembered and marked out in his brother's notes, and went to several well-known mines. There was nothing to gain.

Over time, he felt his right hand became more and more ugly.

Although he knew it was an illusion, he couldn't bear it.

One night, he stood on the cliff watching the stars in the night sky, thinking silently if the thing in the song city could not cure his injury, what should he do?

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When we came to Chaoge City, the midsummer had not passed yet, and the sun shone on the streets with no shadows.

Pedestrians were either holding umbrellas or wearing hats for shading. Jing Jiu wore a new hat bought in Yuqun and walked unobtrusively.

He walked into the alley and came to the gate of Jingzhai's house. He habitually looked back at Taichang Temple. The Taichang Temple newly built a few years ago is exactly the same as the previous one, but I do n’t know if it ’s not moistened by rain. Those dark eaves no longer exude a sense of sensation as before.

There was a lock on the gate of Jingzhai's house. Everyone wanted to come out. I don't know whether it was visiting friends or visiting relatives. Jing Jiu looked at the lock and thought about it seriously, but still couldn't remember whether it was the day when the court official was resting, nor did he remember where the key was hidden, so he pushed the blue brick directly into it.

He only wanted to save a lock for the Jing family, but he didn't think he would lose a precious porcelain in Lugu government.

Entering the study room, confirming that there should be no changes in the furnishings and the chess pieces on the chessboard, Jing Jiu nodded, and then looked at Lu Guogong Shizi, who was already respectfully standing there, said, "Let your father come A trip. "

Lu Ming breathed a sigh of relief, returned to the state government through the tunnel, watched the large kiln smashed into pieces, sighed, and hurriedly prepared to enter the palace.

Within half an hour, Lu Guogong, who was negotiating with his Majesty the Emperor, was back, and came to Jing's house breathlessly through the tunnel.

In Guocheng Temple, he said to Jingjiu, His Majesty is under a lot of pressure now. He hoped that Jingjiu would go to Songcheng, but he did not expect Jingjiu to come within one year, which made him feel that his opinions were very well received. Jiu attaches great importance to her, and she is very happy. She said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to come so soon."

Jingjiu didn't know why he was so happy, and said, "I'm going to Taichang Temple. Is there a tight eye on Zhongzhou?"

The Lu Guogong froze for a while, only to realize that his coming to Chaoge City had nothing to do with what he said. He said with a bitter smile: "The Canglong is dead, and the town magic prison now has only one empty shell. Shame and anger, where can I care about things in Taichang Temple? "

In the afternoon, Jing Jiu pretended to be a steward, followed by Lu Guogong into Tai Chang Temple, and then disappeared into the courtyard.

There is a newly built tunnel in the depths of Taichang Temple, leading to the depths of the town's magic prison. There are many green bamboos and many wild flowers around the entrance.

In the remote corner, there is a clump of purple flowers.

Jing Jiu came to the cluster of purple flowers and said, "The bells that were tied around your neck for a while were picked from here."

After saying this, he remembered that Liu Ada didn't come out with himself this time, and he was still at the peak of God at this time.

He shook his head and reached out to dig out the soil under the purple flower. His movements were very careful and did not hurt the purple flower's roots.

There is a white thing buried in the mud under the purple flower, and the tentacles are warm and moist, but there is a slight shame, which is not a beautiful jade, nor a magic weapon.

It was a bone fracture.

Jing Jiu took up the osteotomy and observed carefully, and said, "Honestly, how can you play a tune?"

After saying this, he remembered that Hades had been dead for many years, and he had promised that his affairs had not been done yet.

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When he sneaked into the town's magic prison that year, he once saw a section of the bones of the demon in Fang Bitan-the stomach of Canglong.

The venom in Bitan is very scary and has a strong ability to corrode. Not to mention the spiritual body of the practitioner, even magic weapons and fairy swords, they cannot survive.

The big demon must be very powerful, and may even be at the same level as Zenzi's righteous father to make the demon bone immortal.

Before the Emperor Hades died, he used this demon bone to blow a Lullaby of the Heihe.

At the time of hearing this song in Chaoge City, in addition to the peerless strongmen of the human race, there was Jing Jiu.

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Back to the well house.

Jing Jiu went into the study and arranged a matrix to avoid being disturbed.

He rolled up his sleeves and rested his twisted right arm on the demon bone, rubbing it back and forth.

At the beginning, his movement was very slow. He seemed to be looking for the perfect angle and strength. Then he moved faster and faster, so fast that he couldn't see it at all.

He has mastered the angle and strength, and more importantly, he has confirmed that his method is correct.

That section of demon bone is really special, so high-speed friction did not make much noise.

After a while, Jing Jiu stopped and raised his right arm to look, showing a satisfied expression.

To the average person, there is no change in his right arm, but he naturally knows that some minor changes have occurred.

Yes, he is sharpening his sword.

At the summit of Bihu Lake many years ago, he once said that he was going to sharpen his sword with the bones of Liu Ada. That was to scare him, but this time it was true.

The sword is no longer sharp and naturally needs to be polished again.

He knew this, but he couldn't find a suitable sharpening stone.

No matter how hard the whetstone in the world is, he will be able to solve it with his right hand. Even the magic weapon and flying sword in Qingshan can't support it for a moment.

Until that day at Jianfeng, he and Zhao Layue talked about his brother's bone flute and thought of the flute played before the death of the Emperor.

Of course, if Emperor Xiao was willing to lend the turtle shell to him, it might be the best whetstone.

There was a sudden voice outside the study.

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Jing Jiu ignored it and focused on sharpening his sword.

His right arm rubbed against the demon bone at high speed.

Bone meal is gradually growing, accompanied by a slight burnt smell.

His expression remained unchanged, and he stretched out his left hand and caught the rootless water in the air, and sprinkled it on his right arm and demon bone.

There were several sounds, the sound of the sharpening sword became smaller, the bone meal was moistened, and it no longer flew up, gradually accumulating on the table.

There was a sudden exclaim outside the window.

Jing Jiu knew someone and ignored him.

A young girl was standing by the window of the study, her eyes were reddish, and she had clearly just cried.

She looked at the picture in the study, with an incredible expression on her face, and asked, "Are you grinding your hands? Uh ... how disgusting."

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