The Path Toward Heaven

Jing Jiu was thinking about what happened earlier.

Fang Jingtian is the former peak master of Qingshan, so of course he should care about him, but in front of so many people, he directly asked about his own realm, what does this mean?

There are many things in the world that seem incomprehensible, but they can actually be calculated by deduction, at least roughly, but it is very tiring.

Jing Jiu didn't think it was a big deal, and he didn't want to spend energy to figure it out. He was about to stop thinking about it when he suddenly looked at Lu Qing's face and remembered what he said to Zhao Layue back then.

He asked the boy surnamed Yuan to enter the room to wait, and then told Gu Qing about the matter from beginning to end.

It was the first time that Gu Qing knew that Fang Jingtian had tried to kill Jing Jiu twice, his face paled in shock, and said, Have you reported to the head?

Fang Jingtian was the former peak master, and had a very high status in the Qingshan sect. Only the sect master and Jian Lv were qualified to punish him.

Jing Jiu said: Without proof, he wouldn't even kill Luo Huainan, let alone his own junior.

Gu Qing thought to herself, what do you want me to do by telling me these things?

Jing Jiu said: Sort out these things, and then figure out what he might do, and what we should do.

After saying this, he got up and walked into the room, where the boy surnamed Yuan was still waiting inside.

Gu Qing knew what he was going to say to the young man surnamed Yuan, so he didn't care, just thinking about the task his master had given him, and couldn't help but feel very distressed.

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The boy surnamed Yuan left.

Jing Jiu walked to the window and looked out of the courtyard twice.

One glance was at Baicheng, and what he was looking at was the temple.

With a glance at the south, he didn't know where his brother was.

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Juye City.

The cold fog in the north is gradually dissipating, and this already lively city has regained more vitality. The restaurants and wine bars are already full of customers, and the steam from the shabu-shabu pot is everywhere.

In the private room of a certain restaurant, there was a hot pot on the table, and there was red and white soup in the pot, which was constantly tumbling, washing the ingredients inside to pieces.

The short and thin old man rubbed his nose, feeling so bored, he said, Can't you get tired of eating this stuff?

The young man said: There are different flavors when you put different ingredients. There are thousands of ingredients in the world, and there are thousands of flavors. How can you get bored?

The short and thin old man picked up a chopstick of spinach from the white soup, and swallowed it whole with the sesame paste and tofu in the plate, and found that the taste was not bad.

He didn't know if he was burned by the food, or because he kneaded too hard just now, his nose became redder, and he asked vaguely, What are you going to do next?

The young man said, I'm going to see that kid named Xiao Ming.

The short and thin old man looked cold and said, Are you really going to let him take away my ancestral inheritance?

The young man said: The child of the Xuanyin Sect is called Su Ziye? I like this name very much. I won't be biased. Whoever wins will be your successor. How appropriate?

The short and thin old man sneered and said, Do you think that your scheme is too good, so you named yourself Yin San?

The young man was not angry either, and said with a smile: You are the third ancestor of the Xuanyin Sect, and this name is actually quite appropriate. Would you like me to give it to you?

The short and thin old man was very depressed, and said mockingly: That little guy named Jing Jiu is still alive, aren't you disappointed?

The young man ignored him, and carefully picked up a whole piece of brain from the red soup, and put it in his bowl full of chopped green onion, sesame oil and garlic.

The short and thin old man was so bored, he said, Pig brains are not as tasty as human brains.

The young man thought to himself that he was indeed an idiot, why didn't he see that Jing Jiu was not him?

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The next day, the masters and apprentices of each sect participating in the Taoist war will return to the mountain separately.

In the early morning, Bai Zao arrived at the courtyard of the Green Mountain Sect.

Whether it was the deacons and handymen who cleaned the courtyard, or the disciples of Qingshan who got up in the morning and practiced swords, they were all sensible and tacit without blocking the way.

The boy surnamed Yuan was a little hesitant to do something.

Lu Qing pulled him away, thinking that it's our turn to worry about the elders' affairs.

Of course, it doesn't matter if you want to do some tricks in private, but can't you see that the morning light is so bright at this time?

There was a faint sound coming from the courtyard wall.

The young man surnamed Yuan listened attentively, only to hear the address, he became anxious, and said: She should be called Senior Uncle Jing, but Senior Brother Jing, what's the intention?

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I should have been happy.

Bai Zao said softly: I survived, and it seems that I repaired the broken golden core after sleeping, and maybe even a few years later, I will be able to form a Nascent Soul, but why am I a little unhappy?

Jing Jiu really didn't understand, and asked, Why?

I didn't expect that once I fell into meditation, when I woke up again, the fog would recede.

Bai Zao said: If I wake up a year earlier, no, even if it's only a few dozen days, that would be great.

Jing Jiu still didn't understand, and asked, What do you mean?

Bai Zao said softly: Everything seems to be still six years ago. If I can wake up one day earlier, I can get to know you better. How great it would be.

Not a word, full of affection.

Jing Jiu understood, and thought that this matter was a bit tricky, and said, The road is open to the sky, and the future is endless. If there is a chance, we will always meet again.

This is rejection, or avoidance, and for smart people like them, it's not tactful.

Bai Zao stared at him blankly.

The cold fog has receded, and the field outside Baicheng is not as cold as it was in previous years, but the wind is still a bit cool.

The hair around her ears fluttered like a little white flower trembling in the wind, appearing extremely weak.

Just when Jing Jiu was about to say something more, she put her hand back her hair and said softly, Yes, we will meet again soon.

Jing Jiu thought to himself, what does this mean?

Senior Brother Luo is dead, but I will definitely tell my parents the truth about it.

Bai Zao naturally changed the subject.

Jing Jiu said, Of course.

Bai Zao thought of something, smiled and said: The relationship between Liu Shisui and you seems to be really good, it's not like the rumors at all.

Jing Jiu thought that the relationship between Tong Yan and you is also very good, but you don't know the whole truth about this matter, so I can't tell you.

There was a knock on the courtyard door, and Gu Qing's voice rang out: Master, Xihai Sword sent Tonglu to ask for a visit.

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Tonglu stared into Jing Jiu's eyes and said, I want to fight you. When you go back to Qingshan and rest well, pass the sword to me.

Jing Jiu said, Why?

Tonglu said: Because Liu Shisui killed Luo Huainan.

After saying this, he glanced at Bai Zao, his eyes were full of disappointment, he left the courtyard without saying anything.

Jing Jiu said, He knows.

Yes, otherwise he should thank us for letting the elder brother live for three years.

Bai Zao Bingxue is smart, so she naturally knows what he's talking about, I just don't understand why he is still so angry since he knows that the story that senior brother told is false.

Jing Jiu said: Because in the real story, Luo Huainan was sorry for us, but it had nothing to do with him. His life was always saved by Luo Huainan.

Bai Zao said: Why did the elder brother tell him the truth?

Jing Jiu said, Honesty?

If it was before, I would think so, but now I don't even know what kind of person the elder brother is.

After saying this, Bai Zao fell silent.

The morning wind blew the hair around her ears again.

Jing Jiu said, I don't know either.

He only saw Luo Huainan once.

Across a hundred feet of wind and snow.

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Uncle Master is back!

Which uncle?

Little Master Uncle!

Uncle Jing Jiu?

yes!

Under the noon sun, Xijianxi was so bright that it turned white, not like a golden whip, but more like a jade belt.

In the pavilion by the stream, there were countless exclamations.

More than a dozen sword washing disciples couldn't sit still anymore, they squeezed to the window and looked at the sword boat slowly falling in the sky.

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(The little white flower is definitely not the white lotus, I especially like the little white flower in Jianke...)