The Path Toward Heaven

Why are people sad?

Sad is sad.

Spring breeze is sad for Baicheng, heroes are sad for beauty.

Love is sad, life and death are even more sad.

Jing Jiu's sadness was not because of cowardice, nor because he saw the person, and thought of many past events, at least not entirely.

That man is really special to him, but after all it is the man himself, if he can kill with one sword, he will naturally kill.

"We will eventually lose all contact with the world, leaving only loneliness itself."

Jing Jiu touched the cat in his arms, looked at the stars in the night sky, felt the coldness of the universe front, and said to Zhao Layue.

Zhao Layue didn't speak, because she was very sad at this time, just like when she was at the May Fair, she always felt that he was slowly leaving the world.

Living in the world, there will always be encounters with various changes, changes of heart, and finally death that cannot be rid of.

Even if the monks can live forever, or even eternal life, it can only make them see all the separation more clearly.

The avenue must be ruthless, or anyone will eventually go crazy.

Even if Jingjiu had already passed this pass, loneliness would still emerge from time to time in the process of searching for the road.

All sadness, sadness, weakness, and anger come from this.

This is not a bad thing.

Just like the wax overflowing from the cut bark will become the most precious gemstone, loneliness can help the monk to find peace again and the Tao heart to be quiet again.

Many monks deliberately seek this kind of experience in order to gain insights. This is what it means to be the successor of Guocheng Temple.

Of course, this requires you to be able to overcome it and absorb it, which often takes a lot of pain as a price and takes a long time.

"That's it."

Jing Jiu said.

The sky is full of stars.

The world is still.

He still does.

After returning for decades, for the first time he showed some ordinary emotions tonight, and then he stopped there.

Zhao Layue looked at him with a look of admiration in his eyes.

Ada looked at him with a look of awe in his eyes.

He was able to let go in such a short time because of higher goals.

He knew that loneliness was the price he had to bear.

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Regardless of your mind or luggage, whether you weigh or not, Jing Jiu said that letting go is really putting it down.

He stopped thinking about the word loneliness, was no longer sad, no longer angry, and calmly began to calculate.

——Like Ada said, he was not such a person before. Why is he so persistent these years, he has gone to so many places and thought of so many ways to find peace? This may be affected by the ray of God's knowledge left by the heavens, but there is a simpler reason, that is, he needs an answer.

In the late spring and early summer of last year, I read so many books in Shiyuefeng and Jingzong, and concluded that there was a problem at the beginning of the smoke disappearing, which meant that the person did not want him to rise from the beginning.

So he needed that answer more.

More than 300 years ago, the Guocheng Temple Incident, the former **** emperor was seriously injured by a Taiping real person, and died only a few years later. The oldest monk in the temple with the highest generation and highest realm died on the spot and was forced to reincarnate. Son of the mountain demon.

Then he brought Liu Ci and Yuan Riding Whale to launch the rebellion.

If after that, there is a good reason for that person to harm him, but why did he do it before?

And if that person wants to re-rule the heavenly continent and practice that crazy and evil thought, wouldn't it be the best thing to ascend and leave by himself?

Yes, the question that Jiu Jiu wants to ask is that simple.

Why are you doing this?

This question really sounds like a common question in a third-rate novel, like another classic question, why do n’t you love it?

Naturally, it's not because you're ugly, but just annoying you, so you're getting ugly.

But the rules of everything's own operation are not as unreasonable as the love of men and women. If there is a result, there must be a cause. There must always be a reason for anything.

This question is also applicable to the Baizhou ancestors of the Zhongzhou School. No matter what kind of ambition the Zhongzhou faction has, Jingyang's departure should be the thing they are most willing to see. Why did Bai Blade attack him and bring so many variables?

This problem has plagued Jingjiu until he heard the three last words of the monk monk in Pinggu Temple, and he didn't understand anything.

Now that person has begun to emerge, or die, or become another kind of existence, it is difficult for him to ask the answer again, so he can only find it by himself.

How can I find the answer? He needs a stone of his mountain or a mirror that can see himself.

The success of the ascension, but the dust was knocked down, is extremely rare in the history of the practice world.

The legend of Chaotian Continent does have a lot of magpies, but most of them only pass on magpies. Only one person may be true.

After Nanchao was expelled from Qingshan, it is said that he encountered the predecessor Jianxiandongfu on an island on the sea, and inherited it, achieving the prestige of the Kirishima ancestor.

The sea is the West Sea, and it is very interesting that the island is called Xuanxian Island.

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Five years ago, Liu Ci's sword severely injured the sword **** of the West Sea and killed Nanchao.

As far as Jianguang was concerned, the disciples of the West Sea swordsmen were severely injured and wounded, and the town sent the beast flying whale into countless huge masses of meat, sinking to the deep ocean floor.

The flying whale is too huge. Even after such a long time, it has not been swallowed up by the small fishes on the bottom of the sea, and the carrion has an unpleasant smell. As those tiny bubbles come to the surface, they permeate the air.

Those tastes are a little harsh, even dazzling, and they can't be completely dispelled by using the array method. The disciples of Bihufeng stationed in the West Sea Islands are a little bitter.

Youhu Tian, ​​the head of Bihu Peak, participated in the head conference and the battle of Lengshan last year. Now he has returned to the West Sea. He is very clear about the feelings of the elders and disciples. Although the sea in front of them is vast, the taste is far worse than that of the Bihu Peak Lake, and although the spirit veins here are good, where is the green hill?

He sighed, thinking when will the young real man in charge take back these people?

When he was thinking about this, a bright red sword light suddenly appeared in the sky, and he took a moment's glance, and quickly brought his disciples out to welcome him.

What he didn't expect was that the young real head came.

"Let Shi Yuefeng come over for you in four years."

Without waiting for Cheng to speak, Jing Jiu said directly.

Four years is not too long for the monk, and it is not good for him to ask for anything.

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According to Jing Jiu's request, Cheng Youtian left.

Zhao Layue glanced at him and asked, "Why is it four years?"

This period of time cannot be said by Jingjiu casually, it must have profound meaning.

Jingjiu did not explain, and said to Ada, "Find it."

Nanchao was expelled from Qingshan, and the former Xianjian Cave Mansion he met was said to be on this island.

After Qingshan Zong got the West Sea, he had searched carefully many times and found nothing.

The legendary sword fairy secret should have been taken away by the Xihai sword god, but why is there no other trace here?

What Jing Jiu was looking for was not the secret book, but something else.

It didn't take long for a white light to return to the giant stone window.

Ah Da shook his head and found nothing.

Even a guard who can pass through the heavens could not find any trace. Is the legend just a legend, the story of the former sword fairy is false?

Zhao Layue said: "If you are looking for some ordinary traces, maybe they are in ordinary places."

They went to Shaoming Island.

The island was cut off by the Xihai Sword God in the first half. The tunnel-like tunnels and arrays of eyes were like an irregular combination of dots and lines, exposed in people's sight.

Looking at the picture in front of him, Jing Jiu naturally remembered the calamity caused by the immortal magpie, thought of Liu Ci, and thought of Tong Yan for a while.

Tong Yan still didn't return in the underworld. I don't know what happened.

There was a strong wind in the library, and all the books were suspended in the air, and the blast of the wind was as if being flipped by countless invisible hands.

Jing Jiu stood in the sea of ​​the book, and after reading for a moment, reached out to take down one.

It is a very common Sword Fairy, which is about the imagination and longing of mortals to the practice world, basically all of them are ridiculous, not worth mentioning.

But on one page of that book, someone left a sentence.

"I am also immortal."

From those sword-like brushstrokes and breath, Jing Jiu judged that it should be the trend of the south.

Zhao Layue glanced at him and said, "Looking for a book?"

Jing Jiu said, "Find all the old books in Haizhou City."

Haizhou has been built for more than 10,000 years. Whether it is the state school or the family and wealthy merchants' homes, there are a lot of books, and the state records alone don't know how many.

If you want to collect all these books in a short time, it is impossible to look at them.

But Xihai is already the territory of Qingshan, and they cannot say the word impossible to the head of Qingshan.

In only three days, Cheng Youtian took the elder disciples of Bihufeng, returned to Shaoming Island with a whole book of books, and stopped on a flat cross-section.

No matter how good those old books are kept, they smell bad, mixed with the smell of carrion spilling out from the sea floor, making Ada sneeze continuously.

Jing Jiu didn't care about these. He reached for the breeze, turned the pages, and started reading these tens of thousands of books at the same time.

It didn't take long for him to find the person he was looking for in the county chronicles and a miscellaneous exam of a Haizhou county.

More than 3,000 years ago, a middle-aged maniac suddenly appeared in that county.

The middle-aged lunatic runs to the beach every day when he wakes up, saying that his clothes are a bit out of shape, he should be thinner, and he wants to be stronger.

When he was panting and sweating, he would go to a tavern on the edge of the county to eat.

Middle-aged lunatics like to eat catfish the most and drink rice wine from Penglai Island.

Then he would repeat a sentence drunk.

"Don't go out."

"Don't go out!"

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If that was the case, this middle-aged lunatic had no right to be recorded in the county chronicle.

The problem was that one day he drank too much and spoke a few words more.

He grabbed the shopkeeper's hand that day, his eyes flushed, and he kept saying: "It's on the outside, don't go out!"

The shopkeeper was familiar with him and said with a smile: "Why don't you go out and extinguish the fire?"

The middle-aged lunatic said, "How can that fire be extinguished? We can live here if we stay here."

The shopkeeper said, "What to do if the fire also burned the house?"

The middle-aged lunatic looked at the sky with a look of rejoicing in his eyes and said, "Fortunately, the wall of our house is made of iron, which is thick enough that the fire won't come in."

The shopkeeper said with a smile: "Is there an iron wall in the sky?"

The middle-aged lunatic seriously said, "This sky is an iron lid."

Hearing this sentence, the diners in the tavern laughed, and the air was filled with cheerful taste.

The middle-aged lunatic was silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "Since the secret has been released, then do something."

After saying this, he walked to the end of the long street and jumped into the sky. Since then, he has never appeared in this small county.

The people in the tavern saw the scene with their own eyes, shocked and unable to speak.

That night, Haizhou City ’s largest practice sect was destroyed.

No one died, but the practice of all disciples in that sect was abolished, and the practice of the practice was burned.

A few days later, a small sect in the West Sea suffered the same.

After a few days, the teacher who was most likely to pierce the sky demon's kingdom was suddenly found dead on a shoal.

Those diners in the tavern that day still remember the pictures of the middle-aged lunatic walking up the long street and jumping into the sky that day, as well as the ridiculous words he said, naturally connecting these things with him.

The question is, where would anyone believe these people? But as a few gossip and talk, left a small fortune in the county chronicles.

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"I'm impressed with these things."

A Da walked slowly to Jing Jiu, leaped to his shoulder, looked at the county council, and remained silent for a while. The man suddenly disappeared, and the real person in charge thought that the excuses made by the strong factions in the north to kill the small factions did not delve into it. "

It now appears that the middle-aged lunatic should be the ancestor Jianxian in the rumor ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ somehow playing a game in the world. Suddenly he thought about annihilating the sectarian again, but gave up somehow. He later lived in seclusion on Falling Immortal Island, and never appeared again, leaving only a secret book of Kendo, which created the scenery of the southern trend and Kirishima.

Jing Jiu opened the book of fairy tales again, and this time those seemingly absurd words had other meanings.

There were two sentences on the page left by Nanchao, which should be the self-evaluation of the middle-aged lunatic.

"Lonely in the sky, I am only one person."

"Lonely in the world, it's just me."

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(I saw it in the circle of friends who laughed and laughed. Today, ten years ago, the story of Jianke appeared in this world. I didn't think it was too long ago, it was ten years ago. There are two lives and deaths in ten years. I know, now I understand. Looking back at the presumptuous, youthful ten years ago, and thinking about the chapter I wrote last night last night, it ’s really a mixture of feelings. Being born, do n’t feel sorry, but it ’s really a lot of I'm sorry, including myself, everyone will have a better life in the future.)