The Path Toward Heaven

The chill grew deeper, the fog gradually thickened, and occasionally snow rose, and someone kept coming.

More and more practitioners have come to Yunji Town. They either knelt outside the fog and kept hoeing to worship under the door of Jingyang real person, or stood in the distance and looked at the mist with no expression, occasionally showing greedy expression under their eyes. Or yelled at the dense fog and shouted to avenge Jingyang's real person and remove the sword demon, but no one dared to rush over. Every scene or absurd or ridiculous plot is constantly being performed outside Yunji Town, updated daily.

I do n’t seem to know about these events in Yunji Town at all.

Over time, the practitioners confirmed Qingshan's attitude and were no longer nervous. Walking randomly in Yunji Town seemed extremely noisy, and even harassed ordinary residents several times. This situation did not occur until one day later. Got better.

A maniac from Tianqingzong, pretending to be extraordinary, is the right way to the future, and often shouts outrageous words outside the fog, such as monsters, such as a thunderbolt. The dense fog was still quiet, and he ignored him, so he became even more wanton, and even broke into a restaurant in Yunji Town.

Stuck in the restaurant, the mad man drank several altars before doing something more extreme.

At this moment, the clouds rolling in the sky, the mist suddenly scattered on the street, and a **** thunder fell from the sky!

The **** thunder passed through the roof of the restaurant accurately and magically, and landed on the crazy body of Tian Qingzong in the box.

Wu Tianqingzong was too late to fight, and was slagged by that blood thunder!

Alas—not so broken, to be precise, he was just blasted into a dozen burnt pieces of meat.

的 The cuts of the meat pieces are very smooth, there is no bloodshot, and it is obviously cut out by Feijian.

In the practice world, this **** flying sword is very famous.

Although Nine died without regret, she was named Firth.

That is the original sword of Jingyang real person, now it is Zhao Layue, the master of Qingshan Zongshen.

The Tianqingzong madness is naturally honest, and the rest of the practitioners in Yunji Town are also honest. They are pretentiously dumb and silent, and they are more sincere in their hoes, especially those who are crying to kill the monster Slipped out.

The tranquility of Jinyunji Town was restored, the residents continued their normal life, the shop selling steamed cakes and buns reopened, and even dared to say a few words to those practitioners.

That restaurant also reopened. The fragrance of the hot pot drifted away with the mist, attracting many practitioners who were idle. The box on the second floor facing the street has never been opened, no matter how high those practitioners are. The price is useless, as for intimidation and intimidation ... No one forgets that the Tian Qingzong who was slammed into a **** by a blood thunder madly died in this restaurant.

"Why has no one ever heard of that sword? Isn't Qingshan's first sword Cheng Chengjian?"

"During the Battle of the West Sea, many people knew that Chengtian was not a sword, but a scabbard. It is said that it was used to hold the sword of everything."

"That sword of everything is really Tianbao?"

"There is still false? If it is not the true spirit of Tianbao, how could it have captured Jingyang's real soul and reincarnated as a human?"

"This Taoist friend speaks carefully, it's not that everything with one sword has taken Jingyang's real soul and soul, but that the real person borrows his sword to reincarnate with great magical power."

The practitioners in the restaurant have come from the very beginning and also from the geniuses these days. The discussion will eventually become an argument until they are angry, and the process is repeated.

Now the practice world basically determines that Jing Jiu is the sword demon, because there is too much relevant evidence, and he never dares to prove it with Cheng Tianjian. The vast majority of these practitioners who came to Yunji Town believe that the reincarnation of Jingyang in the fog is the same, or that is their prayer.

The real person of Tai Taiping once asked A Piao to say-who you are is not a self-evident truth.

But to say who is the highest in the state of practice, this is the truth that does not need to be said.

Qi Jingyang is the first person in a thousand years in the heavenly continent.

Even if he may fail in the final ascension, he is still the first person in the millennium.

This is the public opinion of the practice world for hundreds of years.

At the time, the fake Dongfu of Jingyang's real people attracted so many practitioners to venture out to explore, but this mist may be the real body of Jingyang's real people. Who doesn't want to come and see? Even if there is no chance to meet, but can look at this fog, it may be seen by the people in the fog, so close together, to absorb the same aura of heaven and earth, that is a great blessing.

Nothing can stop practitioners from longing for the avenue.

Pu Jingyang is the real person.

"Dear friends, sit down, I'll go back to Jingyuan first."

A monk from Dong Yidao put down his chopsticks, gathered his salute toward the practitioners around the restaurant, and went out.

It has been a long time since the Qingshan Grand Ceremony. The Qingshan ancestors ignored these practitioners in Yunji Town. There was no movement in the fog, but the practitioners did not leave. The Dong Yidao monk waited outside the dense fog every day except for meals, without any impatience.

还有 There are many practitioners like him. They all think that Jingyang real people should be testing their own will.

Looking at the back of the monk who walked outside the town, a middle-aged man who looked like a scholar sneered and said, "Every day I come to eat meat and drink wine ... I heard that they still can't help getting married, I really do n’t know the masters of Guocheng Temple How can they bear these evil monks and not expel them early from Zen? "

The other practitioners just smiled and didn't answer. Some people stood up and chased after the monk.

中 The middle-aged scholar stunned, with a self-deprecating smile on his face, and said, "It's nothing, sincerity is spirit, and I'll wait for another hundred days."

After saying this, he put down a golden leaf and strode out of the restaurant.

The rest of the practitioners smiled at each other, put down their golden leaves, and said that they would go with them.

The shopkeeper came out from the back, picked up the gold leaves one by one on those tables, and randomly put them in the bag. Then he lifted the soup pot and added some white soup for the last table guest. He said a few gossips and walked back, with a look Calm and calm, unaware that the silver money collected today can be as high as a year in a restaurant in Chaoge City.

"This shopkeeper is an ordinary person, but obviously not ordinary. It seems that this restaurant is not an ordinary place."

The last guest at the table was a master and apprentice. The old man's eyes were quiet. It was Xuan Tianzong's elder Zhou Yunmu, and the young one was the current Xuantian Sovereign Lu Jin.

"I once heard a rumor that Zhao Layue's seniors liked eating hot pot very much." Lu Jin said: "That name was also inquired about before. It is said that there is a huge house in the fog. Everyone thought this should be Jingyang. Real people's other gardens, so named after Jingyuan. "

Zhou Yunmu looked to the street outside the restaurant and said, "I was lucky enough to be a Yuanying for the teacher and see more scenery ... Your talent is similar to me, and my heart is far better than me. I can't bear you to stay here today Yuan Ying is not enough. Since there is such an opportunity now, I hope you will not miss it. "

"I used to fight with Jing Jiu ... in the Meihui Dao battle, but my predecessors were actually sheltered, and that was thirty-two years ago."

Lu Lu Jin was the most respected genius disciple of Xuan Tianzong at first. He entered the ranks of Meihui Dao Zhan with extreme difficulty, and was then divided into a group with Jing Jiu.

After that, Jing Jiu soon became the star of the youngest generation in the spiritual world, and later became the real person in charge of Qingshan Sect!

偶尔 He occasionally remembers the past, and he feels a lot of emotion.

As for whether to visit Jing Jiu, he dare not think about such a thing.

Compared with the giant beast like Qingshanzong, Xuantianzong is like a ant, and the gap between the two sides is too large to reach.

I just can think of it, and now there is such a change, Jing Jiu could be the real reincarnation of Jingyang!

Whether it is Jingyang real person or sword demon, in short, he has been expelled from Qingshan now, even if the possibility is still very low, he is always a lot closer to the world. Then, can I think about visiting such a thing?

Uh ...

Uh ...

The so-called Jingyuan can't be seen in the thick fog, it is just the existence in imagination. Mountains and rivers flow between gentle slopes, and in the open space between flowers and trees, there are practitioners with closed eyes and meditative minds, and some ... practitioners who are constantly auditing Daoist or swordsmanship, lively like a market general.

Looking at this scene, Zhou Yunmu and Lu Jin were very surprised, thinking what happened?

"The Flowing Sanhua School is a sect with no grace, and the sword skills are okay. This young talent is also good, but thought it would be fancy by Jingyang real people? What do you want?"

中 The middle-aged scholar who appeared in the restaurant before, looking at the young practitioner who is controlling the sword in front of the fog, mocked and said, "Just fly around like this, juggling?"

Lu Jin listened to this person's harsh words, and smiled and said, "Everyone who comes here asks for something, so why do Taoists?"

The middle-aged scholar hummed coldly and said, "I don't want to seek any secrets of kendo, let alone be greedy to be accepted by real people. It ’s just that someone is sick at home, and Guocheng Temple can't cure it. I can only come here."

Someone's family is sick. This sentence is very common and indifferent to this person, but it's obviously not the case. Otherwise, why would he go to Guocheng Temple and come here to stay?

Lu Lujin has some sympathy, but also wants to find a real person in Jingyang, since it is a disease that Guocheng Temple can't cure, and it is extremely troublesome.

Zhou Yunmu said: "Jingyang's real people have a friendship with Zen Masters, and they are so-called one-pass, one-pass, and maybe there is a solution."

The middle-aged scholar looked slightly faint, saying, "Your insight is extraordinary."

Lu Jin said: "Xuantianzong Lu Jin, did not ask?"

The middle-aged scholar had a slightly different look, and said, "You are Xuantian Suzerain? Is this senior Zhou Yunmu?"

Listening to this sentence, the practitioners all around looked at each other, and then came over to pay their respects.

Xuan Tianzong is a small denomination in the practice world, but in the past few decades, Zhou Yunmu and Lu Jin have been quite good. In the past few years, Zhou Yunmu has become a strong infant in the Yuan Dynasty. And casual repair, has been considered a rare master.

为何 Why did they come to Yunji Town?

When the practitioners were thinking about this problem, suddenly a cry came out somewhere.

"The door is open ... the garden is open!"

Uh ...

Uh ...

The dense fog of Li has never been scattered, and the true beauty of Jingyuan has not been revealed, let alone the door opened.

I waited for many days and finally waited for this day. Those practitioners did not respond for a while, and stood there in a hurry.

After a short while, they woke up to God, their bodies trembling slightly, but they still dared not take a step forward, but dared to stand still.

Wu Yuanqu stepped out of the courtyard and asked everyone: "Where is Xuan Tianzong's Taoist friend?"

Countless eyes fell on Zhou Yunmu and Lu Jin.

Yun Zhou Mu and Lu Jin were also very surprised, thinking what happened? But did not dare to delay, walked quickly to the courtyard, salute in front of Yuanqu, indicating his identity.

Wu Yuanqu stretched out his right hand and motioned for them to join him.

The rest of the monks are uproaring, thinking that even though Zhou Yunmu is a rare master of the Yuan Infant in the sect, but where are we?

人 Some people took a few steps forward subconsciously and wanted to share a few words with Yuan Qu.

Wu Yuanqu did nothing, but glanced at these people lightly.

Don't look at his sense of presence on the end of God's Peak, but this vision is cold and snowy, quite a bit of the majesty of the old uncle.

Those people are shocked, and dare not step forward.

"Mr. Lu!"

Suddenly a loud shout trembled in the crowd.

中 The middle-aged scholar stepped forward, knelt down on the ground, and raised both hands with an excellent revised book.

The cold winter wind moved the book, revealing those old or new ink characters.

This is not an exercise or a list of treasures, but a medical case and a prescription ...

He does not ask Lu Jin to bring himself into Jingyuan, but only hopes to find a glimmer of life for his family.

Lu Jin knows that today's opportunity is extremely rare. If there are many things that cause Qingshan Xianshi in Jingyuan to dislike, I am afraid there will be great regret.

But like his master Zhou Yunmu said, his mentality is really extraordinary. He didn't think much about it, and gave a gift directly to Yuan Qu.

Wu Yuanqu nodded to signal anyway.

Lu Jin stepped forward and took the medical case in the middle-aged scholar's hand, turned around and entered Jingyuan.

Looking at Jingyuan's re-closed door, the middle-aged scholar turned pale and his lips moved slightly. I didn't know if I was nervous or looking forward ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It didn't take long for the door to open again.

The mist re-enveloped the mountains, and Jingyuan disappeared from the earth again.

All the practitioners gathered around, fell in love with the pair of masters and apprentices, asked the situation inside, and asked them what they had gained.

Yun Zhou and Lu Jin did not answer a word, nor did they stop there for a moment, and he walked straight to the middle-aged scholar.

Lu Jin returned the medical case, shook his head and said, "Sorry, there is no way for real people."

When the middle-aged scholar heard that he was struck by lightning, his face became paler, his body shook, and he almost fell.

"Please friends, mourn." Lu Jin looked at him sympathetically.

The middle-aged scholar took the medical case with a trembling hand, exerted a little force, and the knuckles were a little white.

But I don't know if it is because of despair or reluctance, he couldn't tear up this medical case after all.

A moment later he calmed down, carefully put the medical case into his arms, and thanked Zhou Yunmu and Lu Jin for his solemn salute.

Then he salutes the Jingyuan in the thick fog.

Then he turned and walked outside the mountain. ...

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