The Path Toward Heaven

The rising sun was exposed for a while, and was soon swallowed by the clouds.

I don't know if it's because it's too cold, but the color of the morning glow is a little pale, and it looks very listless.

Zhao Layue walked to Baicheng and looked back to the north.

The snowfield was right in front of her eyes, and Jing Jiu was inside, but she couldn't get in.

With her realm strength, it is useless even if she goes, she can't even pass through the cold fog, and she will die.

At this time, she needs help, but Qingshanzong doesn't allow her to go in, and naturally won't help her, so she can only go to that person.

Yuan Qijing didn't want to talk to her last night, but she pointed out the matter directly, so Yuan Qijing still pointed her out a way.

That road leads to a temple.

There is only one temple in Baicheng, which is easy to find.

When she walked to the temple, she thought she would see that person, but unexpectedly she saw Guo Dong first, which was a little surprising.

Sitting on the threshold in winter, I don't know what I'm thinking.

There is a pair of couplets hanging on both sides of the temple gate.

Save the suffering, save the suffering, save the world, ask the Buddha, ask the Tao, ask yourself.

This couplet might have some deep meaning, Zhao Layue didn't think about it, and walked towards the temple.

When passing by, Guo Dong asked, Have you recovered from the injury?

Zhao Layue hummed, walked up to the golden Buddha, and narrowed her eyes.

Although the light from the rising sun was dim, reflected by the golden paint, it was still a bit dazzling.

The golden Buddha is very handsome, with his belly exposed and his smiling face slightly squinted.

Her eyes fell on the knife in front of the Buddha.

The iron knife was as long as a beam, and it was heavy.

Thinking about the rumors about this knife, Zhao Layue's eyes gradually brightened, and some hope arose.

Just where is the owner of this knife?

She turned around and walked to the temple gate, and asked, What's going on?

Guo Dong said: She is giving birth.

Zhao Layue was startled, and asked, Who?

Guo Dong said, Queen of the Snow Country.

Zhao Layue was silent for a while, and asked, What is the fog?

The fog is her blood. Looking at the fog in the north, Guo Dong said, This is the most important moment in her life, so she spared no expense in recalling all her clansmen, just because she didn't want to be disturbed by others. Of course, she won't take the initiative to initiate provocations.

Zhao Layue said: I read in the book that it is very painful for a woman to give birth and she will become very weak.

Guo Dong said: I also read it in a book. I read it once out of curiosity. It was really painful, and the mother will indeed become weak. I even wondered if this would be the weakest moment in her long life.

Zhao Layue said: Since that's the case, why don't you call all the strong people in the practice world to enter the snowfield and kill her?

First of all, she hasn't given birth yet, and she hasn't reached her weakest point yet. No one knows how many years she will have to wait.

Guo Dong said: Even if she really gave birth, how many guys do you think would dare to go in and kill her?

Zhao Layue didn't understand, and thought, isn't this the best opportunity for the human race?

If you gather all the strong people of the human race, even if you don't want those evil old guys, of course you may kill her, even if she doesn't have children.

Guo Dong looked up at her and said calmly: The problem is that maybe 90% of the participants will die, so who is willing to give up the Dao of Longevity and fight for their lives?

Zhao Layue said: But someone has to do it.

Hearing this, Guo Dong smiled, looking a little relieved.

Many, many years ago, she was just like Zhao Layue now, and she really contacted the strongest of various sects and told her plan.

She even went to Yunmeng Houshan and Qingshan Yinfeng.

However, no one responded to her except that idiot.

Jingyang gave the best answer.

After that day, she never saw him again.

For so many years, only that idiot has been working hard here, have you ever seen them come here?

Sitting on the threshold, Guo Dong pointed at those big figures in the cultivation world who did not show up behind the clouds, and said with a look of contempt.

Zhao Layue looked at her and asked, Who are you?

With such an attitude towards big figures like the head of the Zhongzhou School, Xihai Sword God, and Yuan Qijing, if you use an idiot to describe the sword master, it is naturally impossible for you to be a young disciple of Shuiyue Temple.

Overwinter did not answer.

A sigh sounded in the temple.

I didn't care about the winter.

Zhao Layue turned around and looked around, but still didn't see anyone, and couldn't tell where the voice came from.

I understand what you're here for, but I can't help you.

That voice was thick and bright, echoing in the temple, as if it came from all places, and it seemed that something was missing, which made the listeners feel disappointed.

No one was seen, but Zhao Layue knew who it was.

She bowed earnestly to the temple, and said, Qingshan Zhao Layue, I have met Lord Saber Saint.

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The master of that voice in the temple is the Sword Master.

He is the descendant of the Dancing World of the Guocheng Temple three generations ago, and he was ordered to come to the north to join the Wind Knife Sect.

As an ordinary disciple of the Fengdao Sect, he won the first place in the Meihui Dao Battle, but he refused to return to Guocheng Temple to inherit the mantle of the abbot.

In the years that followed, the weak Wind Saber Sect suppressed the Kunlun Sect and became the most powerful sect in the north of Chaotian Continent.

He himself has become one of the strongest in the practice world.

What is even more awe-inspiring is that he came to Baicheng and never left.

For countless years, he led his believers and believers, and cooperated with the Zhenbei Divine Army to fight against the invasion of snow country monsters.

Looking around the world, he is the only one who dares to fight the Queen of the Snow Country, and the battle will never stop.

In these years, he has fought against that existence countless times, suffered serious injuries and nearly died many times, and never gave up.

Wind and snow in Gudao Town.

Natural sanctification.

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Xihai Sword God's sword practice is incomparably sublime, comparable to a god, that's why he has the title of Sword God. Sword sects like Qingshan Sect and Wu'en Sect have never accepted it.

But in Chaotian Continent, no one dared to disobey the title of Sword Saint.

Otherwise, you come.

Except for Jing Jing, there are few people who can convince Zhao Layue.

To say something disrespectful, she didn't think much of such figures as the head of Qingshan and the sword god of Xihai.

Isn't it just living a few more years?

——If I can live for so many years, maybe who is stronger.

She wears the sword saint.

Because she can't do such a thing.

So she was very serious when saluting, and her posture was very low.

The sword sage said: Since the peak lord is a disciple of Jingyang Zhenren, it is enough to meet with my peers.

Zhao Layue stood up straight and asked, Then forgive me for asking directly, why can't you help me?

If someone dared to go deep into the snowfield at this time and bring Jing Jiu out, it must be the sword master.

He has this courage and this ability.

I have been with her for so many years, and I have never felt her mental state. She is extremely sensitive, irritable, and irritable... I have a feeling that, not to mention temptation or provocation, even if it is the slightest movement, if she misunderstands, she will set off the most violent counterattack. To be precise, she may go crazy. A period of the most peaceful years. She must be busy raising children, right? Then this period of time may be longer.

After listening to this passage, Zhao Layue was silent for a long time.

Compared with the peace in the Northern Continent that may last for decades or even longer, not to mention Jing Jiu and Bai Zao, no matter how important they are, they are not worth mentioning.

Then wait like this? What will happen after she gives birth? At that time, the human race may need to face two queens.

The world of Snow Country is simpler than ours. There can only be one queen. When she raises her children, I believe they will fight first and decide the winner. If the winner wants to go south when the time comes, I will fight that one again.

You dare not go in now, can you beat her in the future?

Everything makes sense, but it's still uncomfortable. Even if it's the sword master, she still wants to mock him.

The sword master's voice was very calm, even a little naive.

You can't fight, you can't fight in this life...but you still have to fight.

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Zhao Layue has nothing to say.

The knife saint's voice did not sound again.

She walked back to the temple gate, sat on the threshold, looked towards the snowy field in the north, and said softly, Are we going to wait like this?

She raised the same question before, that time she was talking about the Queen of the Snow Country, but this time she was talking about Jing Jiu.

That fog is too cold, no one can live, so there is no need to wait, but everyone always has to put on a gesture of worry and want to do something.

Guo Dong said: Look, after a few days, everyone will leave, and the excitement of Baicheng will cease.

Zhao Layue said, But Jing Jiu is not dead yet.

Guo Dong said: He is either already dead, or dying, in short, he is dead.

Zhao Layue said: No, you are all dead, and he will not die either.

After saying this, the temple became very quiet.

Two maidens sat on the threshold.

Golden Buddha looked at them.

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The cold fog locks the snowfield.

Dharma boats of various sects flew away one after another.

Zhao Layue asked Gu Qing and the young man surnamed Yuan to leave with Qingshan Jianzhou, and stayed behind.

Baicheng is getting colder and colder.

As soon as autumn arrived, there were several heavy snowfalls. The wells in the city were completely frozen, and the kangs were difficult to heat. Even the most devout believers were forced to leave.

Winter is gone too.

Zhao Layue was still sitting on the threshold.

After winter, spring is still cold.

Until midsummer came, the fog on the snow field did not decrease, and finally there was more warmth in Baicheng.

The water in the well gradually melted, pear blossoms bloomed all over the city, but Jing Jiu still didn't come back.

Zhao Layue stood up, her black braid hanging down, much longer than last year.

She pulled up her black braid, cut it lightly, threw it on the ground, and left.

The wind blows, and the short hair is messy.

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The second volume of Su Mu is over