The Path Toward Heaven

? Looking at this scene, the father and son of Lu Guo were startled.

Lu Guogong stared at Lu Ming fiercely, thinking that you have gone to the blue house again? I did n’t tell you, be careful, be careful!

Lu Ming looked blank, completely unaware of what had happened.

He didn't realize the meaning of his father's eyes this time, otherwise he would definitely cry out.

The deer father Guo was even more angry and coughed heavily. I thought he should be my father-in-law to help him in person!

This time Lu Ming understood, and quickly lifted his wife up.

Grandma Lu's status in the state government has always been special, not because she is the wife of the son, but because she is the youngest daughter of the prime minister's beloved. The most important thing is that the day when she and Lu Ming became married, the deer was suddenly halfway Disappeared, making a great joke in the city of Chaoge, everyone in the government office including Lu Guogong has always been a little apologetic and embarrassed to her because of this matter, naturally tolerant respect for her.

"Qing Han, what are you doing?"

Lu Guogong looked at his daughter-in-law and Yan Yuese and asked, "If you have anything to say, you must decide for your father."

Grandma Lu knew that the father-in-law had misunderstood, and quickly said, "It has nothing to do with Luming. I want to ask for another thing."

Hearing this sentence, Lu Guogong didn't feel relaxed, his eyebrows were tightened, and he asked, "What's up?"

Granny Deer thought about the family not far away, and summoned the courage to say, "Daughter wants to invite you to talk to the Jing family ..."

Lu Ming said hesitantly, "Isn't that relative's business a deal?"

Grandma Deer lowered her head and said, "My niece is more favored than I was at home. In the past two years, I've been looking for death and life, and I've been disturbed by the house.

Lu Guogong said: "I proposed a marriage for the Jing family at first, and your family refused. What else can I say now?"

Lu Ming sneered: "Your family only thinks that Jingshang has a low official position, but you never thought that Li Li was the companion of Yao Yao, and the details of his family are more than that."

Grandma Lu sighed: "Now in Chaoge City, who doesn't know that the Jing family has been a great fairy teacher, but my father read a book in Mao Maozhai that year ..."

Lu Ming raised an eyebrow and said, "Although Yi Mao Zhai is closer to the Zhongzhou faction, he is not an opponent to Qingshan. What about this?"

"But don't forget, several of my brothers and those relatives, who has nothing to do with Yunmeng Mountain?" Grandma Lu said with a wry smile, and then turned around and pleaded with Lu Guogong: "Gonggong, you talk to the Jing family, Let Li Brother no longer meet with Xiao Qi, otherwise this will only become more and more ugly. "

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Jing Jiu naturally didn't know about it.

In fact, he didn't know that the blinds were the eyes and ears of the court.

Before leaving the palace, he said to the Emperor that he would let the shutter person inform himself, thinking that the shutter person could be found all over the continent, and he should be able to find it no matter where he is. As for how the God Emperor let the shutter person pass the message, it was a very simple matter when he wanted to come, because the shutter person had sent him several messages for him.

After leaving Chaoge City, he did not control his sword, did not take a car, avoided official roads, and walked northwest in the mountains and mountains. He did not encounter a market town for several days in a row, but only occasionally saw a room in the valley. Smokey houses.

Other monks may take this time to enter the world to feel the enlightenment, but as he said to Zhao Layue, he feels that this approach does not make much sense, at least for himself. There is no guilty conscience, why do you want to create some, and then try to crack it?

Seven days later he passed by Juye City.

It ’s very reluctant to pass by. In fact, he passed by the mountains four hundred miles south of Juye City. However, the autumn weather was so refreshing and his eyesight was really good to see the little black spot in Juye City. .

Juye City is seven hundred miles away from Baicheng, plus these four hundred miles are thousands of miles away.

This is the rule he has set for himself, and he will never step into the snowy field.

He was designed by a real human being in Taiping and trapped in the snow field for six years. He didn't want to have such an experience, and he didn't want to face the Snow Queen again.

To the west from Juye City is Lengshan Mountain. When you look around, there are desolate fields, yellow weeds, and lonely wild mountains. No one can see anyone.

Most of the evil sects and scattered cults in the rising continent were rushed to this desolate world by the sects of sects. Under the seemingly peaceful wilderness, I do not know how many monsters and fierce dangers are hidden in the wilderness. Orthodox practitioners are prone to accidents here, so few people except Fang Jingtian and Yueqianmen have come here alone.

Jing Jiu went to a wild lake and sat down.

The reason why Lengshan is called Lengshan is naturally because the climate here is cold, especially the snow tide has been gradually growing in recent years. It is still autumn, and it has been as difficult as in previous years. A lot of thin ice has formed on the surface of the wild lake, cutting the blue sky into many pieces, and cutting the perfect face into countless beautiful details.

Jing Jiu looked at the lake, thinking what was the hardest thing in the world? Not just myself.

He is not too high now, and can still find some things to sharpen his sword. Otherwise, he will be higher. The sword will rise with people. Even the dragon tail of Maozhai is useless, so he must completely rule his right hand now. it is good. The problem is that the broken bones have been ground into powder. Where can I find the same level of bones?

Do you really want to go to Cuiping County, Ruzhou, and dig up the grave of the mountain monster? But the mountain demon died in thunder and thunder, just because the bones turned into smoke on the same day. Of course, even if the bones were still there, he wouldn't do it like that, otherwise the young monk would surely turn his face.

Or go to Yi Mao Zhai and borrow the dragon tail cricket through ten years old? If Bu Qiuxiao disagrees, then grab it? If Liu Ci is embarrassed to help, then steal?

Thinking of these uninteresting, interesting and boring things, he took a bite of the cold lake wind, closed his eyes and began to meditate.

The sky faded, time shifted, and the lakescape gradually deepened, until the night came.

His breath was gone and his breath was gone, but he was not dead, just like a stone by the lake.

In the early morning of the second day, the morning sun lit up the lake, bringing some warmth and condensing the wetness in the wind.

A few drops of dew appeared on that perfect face, dripping slowly until it fell into his lips.

Jing Jiu opened his eyes and woke up like a lotus.

He looked at the wild lake, and after a night of chill, the thin ice on the water surface had condensed in one place and turned into a bright mirror, reflecting the morning light.

There was a rumbling dull sound beneath the ice layer. It was not that there were monsters roaring in the lake, nor was it moving, just the ice layer's own voice.

Just like he came to Lengshan, it was his own meaning.

He had an idea for a long time, but just didn't make up his mind, he would sit by the wild lake all night.

Overnight, the wild lake froze.

He got up and walked to the ice, and several sharp swordsmanships emanated from the lightly fluttering white clothes.

Quietly, he disappeared from the ice and entered the lake, leaving only a round hole.

In the black hole, the lake was wavy and made a nice sound.

When you want to come at night, the hole will be frozen again, and no one will know that he has been here before.

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The surface of the Chaotian continent used to have many channels connected to the underworld.

The most famous is the large vortex deep in the ocean, followed by the Tongtian Patio by the East China Sea.

There is also a passage in Lengshan, which is the Soul Valley, but many years ago, this passage has been sealed by the former generation of the Zhongzhou School.

Few people know that Jingjiu sat overnight in the wild lake connected to a side branch of Jushungu.

He rarely set foot in the world, and naturally did not know it, but there are records in the real life notes of Taiping, so I thought to try my luck. The underworld is good at driving monsters. Although the channel in Juhungu was sealed, there should still be some big demon bones after the war.

The Tongtian well is called a tiankeng, and the passage at the bottom of the soul-gathering valley is a ground seam. It is extremely complicated like a spider silk, and it is narrow and difficult to travel.

Entering the ground seam from the bottom of the lake, the world has entered a dark world. Even with the sword of Jingu Jiu, the picture can only be seen dozens of feet away.

Of course, the ground stitches are twisted and turned, and there is basically no chance to see so far.

There are many vicious dangers hidden in the ground cracks, such as evil cultivation, such as monsters that are good at hiding, and there may even be ghosts in the underworld.

It didn't take long to walk into the ground joint, and Jing Jiu felt a lot of breath.

Those breaths hidden in the dark, some vigilance, some brutal, the only thing in common is strength. Jing Jiu didn't care, because in such a dark world, even a keen monster can hardly find his existence. His hesitation last night was not for fear but for other reasons.

After several hours of sewing along the ground, he came to a relatively empty underground cave.

This underground cave is very wonderful. There seems to be some kind of gravity in the wet rock walls around it. If you stay here for too long and feel imbalanced, it is very easy to get lost. It will be very difficult to walk back to the surface, and you may even be trapped in a labyrinth.

Jing Jiu exudes sword knowledge, perceiving the extremely distant breath deep in the ground, knowing that it is here that the bones of the big demon are tens of miles deep, if you walk along the ground seam, even if you are not completely lost, at least It took tens of days, and from the beginning he thought of something else.

He was about to take off the cosmic front, thought about it but stopped, rolled up the sleeve on his right arm, and tied it carefully to reveal his slightly deformed right hand.

He stepped up into the air, his body turned into a posture on his head and feet, and he extended his right hand.

Light white.

Buzz.

There was a gust of wind in the cave below, and many monsters peeped in the distance.

Jing Jiu disappeared.

He broke through the hard rock directly and flew deep into the ground.

He is like a real sword, and his right hand stretched forward is the blade.

The debris is cut open and sputtered out, and its speed can be imagined.

Somewhat strangely, the more you go to the ground, the air doesn't get wet, but it gets drier. Even the rock and sand have become a lot fluffy, and Jing Jiufei is getting faster and faster. Some powerful breath sensed him, and he had no time to launch an attack. Even if he had time to attack, how could he attack him in the rock?

He didn't know how long he flew, and his right hand didn't know what was hit, and made a loud noise.

Jing Jiu was somewhat surprised that he could actually block his right hand. How hard was that thing, was it the demon bone he was looking for?

He sensed the space structure outside the rock with his sword, and his body moved slightly before he got out.

It has been more than ten miles below the ground, the air is extremely sweltering, and the dim magma flows slowly outside Shizhang. Jing Jiu's right hand rubbed against the hard rock for so long at a high speed, and it has been extremely hot. At this time, when it meets the air, it immediately emits light ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It is even more dazzling than those magma.

In the dark ground, he stood out like a firefly in the night.

He walked to the thing that was hit by the fly.

It was a magic weapon that was not low in level, with strong spirits and **** meaning that disturbed the Tao. It was made without knowing how many innocent souls had been killed.

Jing Jiu raised his eyebrows slightly and picked up the evil magic weapon.

With a bang, the magic weapon was burned with a few green smoke by his right hand, and it was not damaged.

Hard things don't mean they can withstand high temperatures, like diamonds.

This magic weapon obviously also belongs to this.

Not far away came a furious and ridiculous drink.

"Where did the little thief dare to steal ... No! How dare to destroy the old man's magic weapon!"