The Path Toward Heaven

The short and thin old man squinted his eyes and looked at the crippled boy who was still climbing towards the peak in the distance, as if he didn't care about being patted and pitied by the young man at all.

How could a big devil like him in his level and age be easily disturbed by foreign objects because of the depth of the city.

He couldn't kill the young man around him because the young man's soul was connected to something, and that thing could keep him from being discovered by the Qingshan Sword Formation.

Of course, these words were said by young people, and they are most likely to be lies.

But he couldn't judge whether it was true or false, and he didn't dare to gamble, because the bet was life and death.

The young man turned to look at the boy in the distant mountains, and suddenly asked a question.

Is death really so terrible? You can see that he may fall off the cliff at any time, and he will be smashed to pieces, but he is still going up.

That's because he was too young to seriously and calmly think about the issue of life and death.

The old man said: If he can really become the Sect Master of Xuanyin, in a few hundred years, he will rule the way of magic, do you think he will still have the courage now?

The young man said: Cao Yuan faces the test of life and death in the wind and snow every day, and he has never given up any intention of avoiding it.

That is a Buddha, not a human being. The Buddha is ready to die at any time, but human beings are greedy for eternal life, so he is not afraid, but I am afraid.

The old man narrowed his eyes and said, Besides the three of us, those old guys hiding in Qingshan and Yunmengshan are also afraid of death, so don't be ashamed.

The young man said: The longer you live, the more you fear death. I have heard this saying many times, and it still makes sense.

The old man said: It should be said that the more able to live, the more afraid of death, so if Master Jingyang is still alive, then he is the most afraid of death in the world.

The young man was silent, his eyes fell on the thin cloud that was farther away, connecting the sky and the earth, and his expression was a little lonely.

The old man looked at his side face and frowned and said, What I don't understand is that you can live very well, but why do you seem to have no fear of ending?

Because... living at the bottom of a well is boring, even if you can live tens of thousands of years like Yuan Gui, what's the point?

The young man said: Xiaobai was very interesting back then, but now he is as old-fashioned as a king on Bihu Peak. I don't want to be like him.

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The rain in Chaoge City in late spring is gradually decreasing.

Whether it's the black eaves of Taichang Temple or the rain corridor of Zhao Mansion reflecting the blazing sun, they are all so warm that people want to sleep.

Zhao Layue's face was pale, but her eyes were clear, black and white, and very focused.

Jing Jiu made it very clear that this would be the last time he talked about this issue.

Coexistence or raising sheep are the ideas of monks. Ordinary people can't practice, and they are no less wise than us. Of course, they will have their own ideas. For example, officials in Baoshuju or the court, they will actively participate in this world to seek money or power, and enjoy a better life in a short life.

Jing Jiu said: Because of his talent and some other reasons, Shi Fengchen couldn't go too far on the road of cultivation, and maybe because of certain things he experienced in his childhood, he was very hostile to practitioners. It can be said that he was full of suspicion and hatred. This just represents the attitude of some ordinary people.

Zhao Layue was silent for a while, and said, There are many people with this attitude?

Jing Jiu said: For countless thousands of years, practitioners have never stopped bullying and oppressing mortals. The Jing dynasty should be regarded as the best era, but it still cannot solve this problem. Of course, mortals are powerless to resist. As long as they can survive, they naturally dare not show any disrespect to practitioners on the surface, nor do they dare to show their hostility. But those angers are not non-existent, but are hidden in the deepest part of each of their souls. Imagine a torrent of power that destroys everything you're used to.

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On the vast ocean outside Haizhou City, the hurricane has just passed.

A huge shadow swept across the sea, causing another wave of wind and waves. The fishermen knew it was a flying whale without looking up.

A ship failed to withstand the force of the sky and the earth capsized miserably. Although fishing boats rushed to rescue them from afar, two divers still died.

The diver's body was wrapped in a cloth, and it sank slowly towards the sea surface. The mermaid's singing could be faintly heard from the waves in the distance.

Everyone knew that the bodies of these two divers would not sink to the bottom of the sea, and would be torn apart and swallowed by the vicious creatures in the sea.

Everyone knows that fishing for vitality beads is the most profitable, but not many fishermen are willing to do it because it is too dangerous.

However, the number of vitality beads collected by the Xihai Sword Sect on behalf of the imperial court every year is there, and someone must do it.

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There is a casino hidden in Zhuangzi outside Chaoge City.

In the early morning, a middle-aged man came out of the casino cursingly, smelling of sweat all over his body, he didn't know how many days and nights he had stayed in the casino.

Judging by his expression and bloodshot eyes, he should have lost all his money.

He walked up to a tree and untied his belt and started peeing.

A sword light suddenly flashed in the dim morning light, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The middle-aged man happened to see this scene and shivered in fright.

He looked a little bewildered. When he was a child, he was also lucky enough to see the sword light in the sky. At that time, he was still a child with infinite envy and admiration in his heart, and he secretly made up his mind to work hard to become the legendary fairy teacher.

Now, he no longer thinks so.

He spat a mouthful of thick phlegm into the ground, and kept cursing at the sky: I can't kill you! I can't kill you!

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The clouds and mist from the green hills pour into the town, coupled with the peach blossoms blooming everywhere, the scenery is picturesque.

A haggard young man knelt on the street, kowtowing to the looming peaks in the clouds.

Behind him was an old scooter with an old man lying on it.

In late spring, the south is even warmer, but the old man was still pale and trembling under two thick quilts, showing that he was extremely afraid of the cold.

What was even more shocking was that the old man's breathing was extremely weak, and he was about to die.

Some residents sympathized and said: The immortal masters live in the deep mountains and can't see you at all. What's the use of knocking your head off? Hurry up and go to Guocheng Temple.

Mo Qiu is too far away, my father can't support it, so...

The young man said with a trembling voice: I heard that Master Qingshan Zong is the most benevolent and often patrols around. What if they come here today?

The man sighed: How precious are the elixir of the immortal family, how can they be given to you casually? What's more, the world is peaceful now, and it's not the time when Immortal Jingyang ascended to the throne a few years ago, and the immortal masters would go on tour every few days in the town. I haven't seen Jianguang for half a year, so you should stop thinking about it.

The young man looked at the mountain peak in the clouds and mist, with a wry smile on his face. With the help of the resident, he got up with difficulty, dragged the cart and walked out of the town.

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(Today is Yi Tianxing's birthday, and Nanmo Maitreya is fine.)