The Path Toward Heaven

Yuan Qu did not leave Yu Jian directly, but walked down Yun Xingfeng.

The sword has no name yet, and he intends to ask the master or master to give one.

Only with the name can we better exchange our feelings, and then we can achieve the real integration of people and swords. It is not good to be too anxious for anything.

After coming to Yunxing Peak, Qingshan colleagues who came to the news came forward to congratulate them, and even a few elders came forward, looking very enthusiastic.

Jing Jiu did not move to Tianguang Peak as usual after he took charge. He still lived at Shenmo Peak. The people and monkeys at Shenmo Peak naturally rose to the boat.

Not to mention the other day, Guangyuan's real person and Shiyuefeng's disciples were sent to the West Sea to replace Bihu Peak.

Why is this happening? Of course, it has to do with the dispute over the widow's reading in previous years.

Aoyama disciples reconfirmed that the real person in charge was a careful eye, and they naturally became more cautious when treating Yuanqu these disciples.

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The twisted sword with frost on it has been raised by Jing Jiu for five years in Yunxingfeng.

That spring rain has been six years.

It has been seven years since the Civil War struck.

It has been nine years since the Battle of the West Sea.

Deer has been sharing tea for ten years.

In that year, Jing Jiu left Qingshan and searched for treasures and swords. He wanted to repair his right hand and go deep into the cold mountain. He met the mage before the transparent giant wall and made a ten-year appointment.

The appointed time is now up.

On the winter solstice, there was a cloudy wind over the East China Sea, and the rune paper on the side of the patio rose slightly, exuding strong coercion.

There was a thunderous roar from under the dark cliff. I don't know how long after that, an ugly mountain monster consisting of stones and plants slowly appeared in shape.

Even the ghosts could not break through the formation set by Guocheng Temple and Dade, the predecessor of Shuiyueyu, and could only stop between the cliffs dozens of feet below, looking up at the dark sky.

A leaf fell from the top of the ghost's forehead, and rose with the cloudy wind, silently passed over those formations, and landed at the well.

That fallen leaf is actually a person.

The man's face was pale, his face was immature, his eyebrows were very light, and his eyes were indifferent.

Tong Yan was carrying a box in his hand and didn't know what was in it.

He used the heavens and the earth, and still touched the formation, the runes on the cliff began to shine like the scorching sun.

The ghost below shouted a painful growl, turned around, and crawled towards the dark ground.

Tong Yan looked around, feeling a little different.

Some time ago, the offensive of the priests finally slowed down, and the mage offered to return him to the surface of the continent to do that great thing.

It was then that he learned about the ten-year covenant between the Master and Jing Jiu.

Why is Jing Jiu not here now? No one by the side of the patio?

Even if those runes recognized their own Xuanmen authentic Taoism, how could they let that box go.

Tong Yan's expression was severe, his eyebrows were getting thicker, and he suddenly found that the runes gradually converged.

A green curtain coupe followed the wind and landed lightly in front of him.

Tong Yan looked at Qinglian Xiaojia for a long time and finally chose to believe, and walked in with the box.

There was no one in the blue curtain sedan, and it was common to look at it, but it was by no means the case.

Tong Yan didn't think about where the elder elder Shui Yuezhen went, put the box under his feet, and closed his eyes.

The blue curtain sedan shook slightly, it should have left the ground and flew up.

After more than ten breaths, Tong Yan opened his eyes and hesitated for a while, then reached out and raised the corner of the car curtain.

The practice world knows that the blue curtain sedan is the sacred relic of Shui Yuezhang, and it does not know what method Jiu Jiu uses.

The car curtain opened, but no wind poured in, and there was no sound.

The fields below and Qingshan swept back at an unimaginable speed, and the details couldn't be seen at all.

Tong Yan didn't lower the car curtain, watching the unseen scenery quietly.

After staying in the underworld for years, those black and white and fire colors have seen too much, such a verdant and rich color has not been seen for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, the Qing curtain car slowly slowed down, its height gradually decreased, and it reached the ground.

Fog is everywhere in the town. Pedestrians walk through the fog. Some are accustomed to it, and some faces are full of surprises. They keep reaching for the fog, which is obviously a tourist.

The Qinglian coupe moved forward slowly, and people's voices clearly passed in.

Strangely, the pedestrians didn't seem to see the blue curtained sedan, without any expression of surprise.

The holy relic of Shuiyueyu has its own magic.

The town is very lively, and those talks are endless. It didn't take long for Tong Yan to know where it is and what happened.

This place is very close to Qingshan, called Yunji Town. There was a grand festival recently in town to celebrate the imperial court's exemption of three years of taxes in Tiannan.

The court was so generous because the real man named Jing Jiu was ready to take office as Qingshan head.

The Qing curtain coupe passed through the mist and the crowd, leaving those discussions behind, and came to a large courtyard in front of the mountain outside the town.

There is a stream flowing down the mountain. Through the house, the flowers and trees on both sides of the bank are not complicated but can be seen everywhere. They are carefully designed but have a natural wild interest.

The mist flows along the stream between the house of flowers and trees, quiet and innocent, it is really a fairyland on earth.

The blue curtain sedan stopped in the house yard, the meaning is very clear, this is where Tong Yan lived in the future.

Tong Yan looked at the box in front of him and said, "I'm going to sword prison."

There were faint sounds of collision in the box, not knowing whether it was anger or fear.

The Qinglian small sedan shook slightly, flew up again, broke through the clouds, and came directly to the sky, heading for Qingxiu Qunfeng ahead.

It didn't take long for several swords to illuminate the sky, and Nanshan greeted him with several Qingshan disciples.

The relationship between Qingshan Sect and Shuiyueyu was very complicated, and it was also an enemy and a friend. The enemy and the friend depended only on the mood of Lian March. Now the situation is completely different. The two sides are already very stable ally relations in Guocheng Temple. At the meeting, Shui Yuezhen clearly stood on the side of Qingshan, and ignored the feeling of Bai Zhenren at all.

Guo Nanshan and others naturally thought that the elder elder Shuiyue was sitting in the green curtain car, and naturally he would not cross-examine, respectfully salute, and let the passage open.

Where do they want to sit, there is a child face missing for many years.

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The Qinglian coupe flew between the peaks, but did not follow the guidance of Nanshan to Tianguang Peak, but instead turned directly to Shangde Peak.

I've been in Nanshan for a while, and I thought that the elder Elder Shuiyue was too old with Jian Jian?

The seniors and the teachers wanted to meet and speak in advance. Naturally, these younger disciples did not dare to stop, so they went to Shangdefeng.

The snow and ice on Shangdefeng has not changed all year round, it is bitterly cold, and the relationship with Tianguangfeng has always been bad. After Nanshan sent people, he left without stopping.

Yuan Qi Whale looked at Qinglian Xiaojia, frowned slightly, and was obviously a little unhappy.

He didn't like things such as conspiracy and scheming, and didn't want to mess with these things. He didn't even look at who was in the blue curtain car, so he turned away.

It was just that he did not forget to order the dinner before leaving. No one was allowed to approach the Dongfu half-step before Qinglian Xiaojia left.

Tong Yan came out of the blue curtain car with a box and came to the well. He reached down and pressed against the frost-covered wall, looked at the bottom of the well, and shook his head.

As soon as he got out of the deep tunnel, he was going to enter the cold well again. He thought that he was really in conflict with the word well.

No matter how displeased, after all, he was about to go, he carried the box into the well, and slowly fell with the sky.

I do not know how long he floated, he came to the ground.

The corpse dog of Montenegro slowly opened his eyes and looked at Tongyan, his eyes were warm, as if he had some sympathy for the child.

Having lived in this dark world for so long, it knows how it feels.

When Tong Yan saw his eyes, his chest warmed up, saluting respectfully, and carrying the box toward the depths of Sword Prison.

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The channel of Sword Prison is very quiet, just like a grave, just like when Tong Yan came years ago.

Suddenly, the door of a cell made an extremely dull noise, apparently the prisoners inside were striking.

Immediately afterwards, a similar situation appeared in several cells, and the screams of anger were heard from those prisoners.

Tong Yan thought that it was indeed the blood of the royal family. Through the boxes and the prison cell, the people could even smell their own taste.

As the passage moved forward, it became drier and brighter. When he came to that hall, Tong Yan subconsciously stopped and looked at the lonely prison cell, frowning.

He kept wondering where Aoyama Sect would hide Xue Ji.

Sword Prison is the best choice and the least possible choice.

How could Xueji agree to be a prisoner?

Tong Yan retracted her gaze and continued towards the front of the passage. It didn't take long before she reached the peaks of Qingmei.

The blue sky is too blue, the sun is too soft, and the grass is too green. The beauty is not real. Here is the hidden peak of the green hill.

There is a green hill ahead, wild flowers blooming, and the seemingly messy branches reveal a sense of regularity.

Tong Yan frowned again, feeling that something was about to happen.

Outside the cave house in that green hill, the gems emit a clear red light, indicating that someone is concealing it inside.

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Back in his Dongfu, Tong Yan arranged the array, did not forget to reach under the table, let the gems outside the Dongfu turn from green to red, and then opened the box.

A Piao floated out of the box, her black hair like leaves covering her forehead, her translucent face was pale, as if she had been painted with powder, and looked like an ordinary child.

Tong Yan said, "After the ceremony, the real person in charge will come to see you."

A Piao looked at the chessboard on the stone table and said, "There is a game of chess that is not finished here."

Those scattered chess pieces were dropped by Jing Jiu and Tong Yan twice a few years ago, representing the situation between the Qingshan Sect and the Zhongzhou faction.

Tong Yan glanced at him and said, "Do you still want to play chess?"

A Piao said, "I have never won you below. I'm really not interested, but this time it's not me."

Hearing this sentence, Tong Yan was silent for a long time and said, "He is now in charge of Qingshan, how can you win?"

A Piao came to him, clapping his palms against his chest.

The seemingly simple action, because it is too fast, as fast as lightning, it gives people a feeling that they cannot escape.

Tong Yan stayed in the underworld for several years, and the true elements were scattered very much, in a very weak state, even more unable to escape.

With a squeak, A Piao's little hand fell on Tong Yan's chest.

Tong Yan's face was paler, and two blood shed from his ears.

"You should count me half a sir, but sorry, there are things you have to do, so I have to wrong you."

A Piao looked at him seriously and said.

Tong Yan raised her hand, wiped off the blood on her cheek, and said, "The time you shot was wrong."

A Piao opened her innocent eyes and asked, "Why?"

Tong Yan said: "You should take the lead when you are outside."

A flutter of fear appeared in A Piao's eyes, and said, "That green curtain car is a little weird, which makes me scared."

Tong Yan said: "Here is Qingshan Yinfeng, even if you kill me, you can't go out."

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Shimen opened without wind.

A Piao turned to look at Tong Yan and said with a smile, "You said that I would be a real student in charge, but before that, I had a gentleman."

Tong Yan said: "That gentleman wants to come to be extraordinary."

A Piao said, "Our teacher is peaceful, of course, extraordinary."

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