The Path Toward Heaven

Without any suspense, Ping Yongjia chose God's End, and people didn't have a chance to see his kendo talent.

Uncle Meri and Lin Wuzhi smiled at each other again. They had done their best for Qing Rongfeng and Tianguangfeng, and there was nothing they could do.

Before the Cheng Jian conference was over, Yuan Qu took Ping Yongjia and left in those reluctant sights.

At the end of God's End, Yuan Qu explained that he was here for a while, then hurriedly turned and ran down the mountain, wanting to explain something to Master Yushan.

There is no one on the peak, and Can Xue is still there.

Ping Yongjia was very nervous, but her face didn't show up, because he didn't know where Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue in the rumor were watching themselves.

It didn't take long for Gu Qing to walk out of the Daoist Temple and said to him, "I closed the retreat in the autumn and forgot to inform you, but fortunately you did not forget it."

Ping Yongjia hurriedly salutes, thinking that she hasn't forgotten, this is entirely due to her boldness and greed, but these words naturally cannot be exported.

Gu Qing looked at his restless expression and smiled and said, "Are you curious why Master chose you?"

Ping Yongjia nodded again and again. He now naturally knows that the pair of young men and women he met when he ascended Jianfeng last year were the two masters of God ’s End, but being able to worship under the gate of God ’s End always made him feel a little weird. What's broken?

Gu Qing asked, "Do you know how tall the two teachers are at Jianfeng's retreat?"

Ping Yongjia thought for a while and said, "At that time, I just wanted to go higher, the higher the better. Later, I was scared to crawl down, and I don't know how tall."

Gu Qing smiled and said, "It seems you don't know how talented you are."

Jianfeng's difficulty, how high he can often means how high the talent of that Qingshan disciple in kendo.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue retreated at Jianfeng, and the place chosen was naturally very high, so Ping Yongjia's kendo talent was naturally very high.

The reason is so simple. Ping Yongjia quickly figured it out, thinking that she was actually a kendo genius recognized by the two teachers, and scratched her head happily.

Looking at his movements, Gu Qing thought of the apes under the cliff, felt more kind to the newly-introduced master, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Practice well in the future, don't humiliate Master."

After saying this, he turned and left, ready to go to Dao Dian to continue the retreat.

Ping Yongjia froze, watching Gu Qing going to the Dao Dian, couldn't help but shouted, "That ... brother, what shall I do next?"

Gu Qing stopped and turned around and said, "If you have finished your homework in Jiange, you have to raise the sword first, and then practice which peak's true sword, and wait until Master comes back."

Ping Yongjia opened her eyes and asked, "Keep the sword? You asked me not to rush to get the sword first, I don't have a sword now."

Gu Qing said, "Cultivate your mind first without a sword. As for the sword, don't worry, otherwise Master will be troublesome when he wants to change your sword in the future."

This is his personal experience.

He is now in the wild realm, has developed a sword ghost, but suddenly wants to change swords, which is very easy to cause big problems.

Even though the sword was a cosmic front, he still found it troublesome.

Ping Yongjia didn't know his worry. He was very happy after listening to his words. He thought that he would even send a flying sword to the end of God's Peak. This welfare is really good.

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At this year's Chengjian Sword Conference, two things are more noticeable.

God's last peak recruited another disciple, but Liang Wangfeng did not show up.

The disciples of the two forgetful peaks are now in the far north, on the front line of fighting the snow country monsters.

Many of the other elder disciples in Zhufeng also went to Baicheng and were led by Fang Jingtian himself.

In the early spring season, Baicheng had a deep chill. In the military camp built against the mountain, transpiration of white smoke can be seen everywhere.

There are no hot springs there, just countless vats filled with hot water.

In the past few years, there have been several small beast waves. The downsizing of the Zhenbei Army is not too great, but there are many wounded soldiers. At this time, hot water and medicine are particularly needed.

The medical monks of Guocheng Temple are in charge of the latter, and the denominations such as Yi Maozhai who are good at Fudao are in charge of heating and logistics including the former.

Aoyama disciples are responsible for killing the enemy, as they have done in countless years.

Dozens of Jianguang returned from the snowfield and landed on the field in front of the mountain.

I glanced over Nanshan, counted the number again, and confirmed that I hadn't fallen in the snowfield with the same door, and I felt slightly relaxed.

Including him, Gu Han, You Siluo, and Jian Ruoshui, two disciples who have forgotten the peak have already entered the wilderness, and their combat power is very strong. They are responsible for hunting down those monsters who may leave the battlefield and may go south. It is not a frontal battlefield, but the danger is greater. In a few years, seven Qingshan disciples have been seriously injured and sent back to Qingshan. As the frequency of the beast tide appears more and more high, the power is increasing, and I believe that death is very serious. They will be here soon, and what makes them a little worried is that with the tense situation in the snowfields, those evil sects in Lengshan have already shown signs of moving.

Guo Nanshan said: "I only hope that the Kunlun patriots can control the situation."

Gu Han said expressionlessly: "Only those useless things? In my opinion, while the snowy field is temporarily quiet, we go to the cold mountain side to clean it up once, to deter those young children."

"Don't count me on this matter." There was a weak voice in the crowd.

After looking at Nanshan and others, they found that Zhuo Rusui had a different look.

Gu Han stared at him and said, "Don't you just keep watching evil forces like Xuan Yinzong take advantage of opportunities to sit up?"

Zhuo Rusui shook his eyelids and said lethargically: "The name is Xuanyin Religion. Listening to this name, it is obviously opposite to Feng Dao Jiao. Dao Sheng is not in a hurry. What are you anxious for?

People looked at him with complicated eyes.

Among the younger generation of disciples, Zhuo Rusui's fame is of course extremely great. That year, when Qingshan tried his sword, he finally passed the peak of Tianguang Peak and defeated Zhao Layue in one fell swoop, which made his reputation extremely high.

Disciples of Liang Wangfeng expected him to compete with Jing Jiuyi. Who ever thought that after losing to Jing Jiu in Yunmeng Mountain, his acting style would become more and more like the people on the end of God's Peak.

As for what that style really is, no one can say it clearly, and Jian Ruoshui, who hates the end of God most, is not good, probably because he is afraid of trouble or that.

No one came to the snowy field this time, and Zhuo Rusui was a close disciple in charge of the real person, so he still came.

But it is completely different from Nanshan. In his body, he did not see the brave killing of the enemy. He took the lead and set a good example by setting an example.

Jian Ruoshui looked dull and looked at him and said, "If you are afraid of death like Gu Qing, don't just follow along."

Listening to this, Gu Han's expression changed slightly, but he said nothing.

Zhuo Rusui looked at Jian Ruoshui and slowly raised his face.

He didn't want to show his contempt by looking at people with his nostrils, but he was ready to say a word.

Guo Nanshan was the first disciple of Tian Guangfeng. I heard Master Liu ’s words many times. Of course, he knew what he wanted to do, and Shen said, "Shut up!"

Zhuo Rusui thought that I didn't need to open my mouth when he said um, does the brother's sentence have anything to do with himself?

You Siluo suddenly looked over at Xueyuan and said, "Who is that?"

Less than a hundred days after the previous war, there are still many dangers in the snowfield. Why would anyone come out alone?

That man's body was extremely strange, but after a few tens of hours, he came to the edge of the snowy field from Montenegro, and he couldn't see how he did it.

Gu Han asked: "Is it Zhongzhou?"

In most people's impressions, only the Zhongzhou School ’s heaven and earth tactics can be so unpredictable.

Guo Nanshan shook his head and said, "He Chan."

Aoyama disciples were surprised.

The man stepped out of the snowy field and came to the front of the barracks. The monk's clothes in front of him were worn out, like messy hair.

Looking at He Zhan, everyone's eyes were different.

Gu Han frowned and said, "It was the first one to pass on the red dust in the Ming Dynasty."

Since Hongchen has to walk, naturally she must conceal her identity in order to realize the true meaning of Hongchen. For many years in the past, the successors of Guocheng Temple have performed this way, and will not reveal her identity until her merits are fulfilled. The descendants of the former generation of Red Dust, that is, the current Dao Sheng Cao Yuan chose to stay in the north, and did not return to Guocheng Temple to take over as abbot.

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He Zhan obviously experienced a lot of hard battles in the snowfield, and his injuries were not minor, but no one in the barracks greeted him.

It is not because the medical monks at Guocheng Temple are too busy, or that the masters disliked him for being too pretentious and ruined their original intentions, but because someone had already gone.

Accompanied by the crisp and beautiful ringing bell, the master of the Suspense Bell turned into a green smoke, came to He Zhan, held his arm, his face was full of concerns.

"All right."

He Zhan shook his head.

Selma breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked, "Will you go there, old lady's birthday? I can't stay here for too long, and there are many things to arrange."

He Zhan shook his head again.

Raising his small face, he begged, "Go ahead, Mom wants to see you."

He Zhan didn't speak.

"Surely something will happen that day. I'm scared. I hope you'll be there by that time."

He Zhan still didn't speak.

Pleasantly angry, he shook his hand away and said, "Don't think about cheating me anymore. I asked my sister Layue, you Guocheng Temple won't even shut up!"

He Zhan closed his mouth and continued to move forward without a word.

Pause stopped, stood in the snow watching his back, and said in a crying voice, "I'm crying, tell you, I'm going to cry!"

He Zhan was slightly stiff, turned slowly, and looked at her, "I found Jiang Rui's body in the snow field."

Crowd was crying. Listening to this, the crying voice in his voice disappeared. Seriously and sympathetically, "This is really regrettable."

He Zhan said, "What if you let him go?"

Seorui said proudly, "I'll kill him, what can I do?"

He Zhan sighed, turned and continued to leave, her body is as ghostly as a ghost.

Secretly knowing that he couldn't catch up with him, he was angry and curious, thinking about such strange body forms, where did he learn from?

She suddenly thought of He Zhan in the fantasy world of Qing Tianjian following the exercise of the old Hong eunuch, covering her mouth in shock, wondering if you really cut yourself off?

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There is a mountain behind White City.

There is a small temple under the mountain.

There is a golden Buddha in the temple.

There used to be no monks in this temple, but now there is one.

A young monk with the highest status in Zen.

Zenzi has been in Baicheng for seven years.

In the past seven years, he has been playing mud in this little temple, lifting sticks, and occasionally going out to make appearances.

If you change Zenzi to the winter of previous years, Sword Master should be much more satisfied.

Zenzi himself was not satisfied and was bored.

The mountain suddenly collapsed, scattered on the ground in front of the threshold.

This does not know what the omen represents.

Zenzi glanced at him and stopped before he figured it out. He stretched out and said, "When can I go back?"

The thick and vaguely missing voice sounded in the temple: "Are you anxious?"

Chanzi said: "There is chaos in the temple, and the crossing of the sea almost made a big mistake, but I can't go back. How can I not worry?"

Dao Sheng said: "When the wins and losses are divided in the snow field, it will be peaceful."

Zenzi's eyes became cold for a few minutes, and he said, "Taiping reappears on earth, and it is impossible to say that you will go back."

Dao Sheng was silent for a while and said, "I don't know if the movement of Leng Shan has anything to do with that real person."

Zenzi said, "Xuanyin Sect does not need to worry too much. After being killed by the Qingshan Sect once, now there is only that puppet."

Dao Sheng said, "That cricket really has some evil doors."

Chanzi said, "Of course, otherwise, Aoyama Sect would have been killed."

Qingshan Sect and Xuanyin Sect have vengeance. If it was not that Lie Yangzhang was re-successful, it would be a bit difficult to deal with. Will Qingshan Sect see Xuanyin Sect in the cold mountains and show off its strength, and dare to change its religion.

At this time, there was a squeaking noise behind the temple.

It was the terrible sound of the cliffs deforming and twisting, and the rock formations rubbing against each other.

Zenzi got up and walked outside the threshold.

The houses in Baicheng have collapsed a lot, and the smoke is gradually rising. Fortunately, the wind knife teaching has already driven away all believers and residents. It is unlikely that there will be too many casualties.

The movement in the distant snowfield was even more amazing. The snow and wind blew up to hundreds of feet high, and then the Montenegro could be seen faintly.

What a terrible earthquake.

Zenzi's line of sight passed through the smoke and snow, passing through the trembling black mountains, and falling deep in the snowy field.

There was a strong alert in his eyes.

So strong breath.

Terran practitioners on the edge of the snowfield reacted and came to the air one after another, preparing to fight.

The light of the sword flickered, and Bao completely penetrated the air. A strong but extremely powerful sword intention appeared at the forefront.

"Fang Jingtian is not an opponent ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Chan Zi said coldly:" Let everyone back. "

Fang Jingtian's reputation in the practice world is not too great, but Zenzi and Daosheng naturally know that it is because the past peak master of the Qingshan Sect has been low-key for 300 years.

Fang Jingtian is a real four disciples of Taiping. He is at the top of the sea and hopes to reach the sky. Of course, he is the most powerful person in the human race. One of Mao Zhai, Bu Qiuxiao, can only fight with him. Zenzi is his strongest combat force.

Even Fang Jingtian is not an opponent. It is naturally clear who is coming. No wonder Zenzi is so alert.

A bell rang in the small temple, signalling all practitioners to leave the battlefield as quickly as possible.

"Is it big or small?"

The thick, flawed sound suddenly became mellow, like a bell ringing at the edge of the snowy field at the moment.

That's because in a very short period of time, the master of this voice was ready for death battle and death.

The wind and snow in Gudao Town has been for more than 100 years.

He has gone deep into the snowfield and fought against the Snow Queen several times, and each time he was seriously injured and returned without any win.

As Jing Jiu once said, the Snow Queen is the highest order of life in the heavenly continent, and he has no opponent at all except when he soars.

If the other party really walks out of the snow field, who can stop her?

He has thought about it countless times.

He didn't reach a conclusion until the end, but wanted to understand one thing.

No matter who can stop her, always stop.

Then the day when the Queen walked out of the snowfield should be her own death.

(End of this chapter)

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