The Path Toward Heaven

(I forgot to mention, quickly revise and make up, tomorrow's chapter is also at 8 pm, please tell each other.)

Nanzheng was stunned.

She was ready to die.

Just like that year, the whole family was expelled from Zushan, and her family was even killed. At that time, she didn't want to live anymore.

Nan Wang has been pampered by those guys for many years and acted recklessly. Naturally, no one dares to mess with her family descendants in the barbarian tribe. You are also pitiful.

The girl in white looked at her and said, Take out everything.

Nanzheng was stunned again, and it took a while to understand what she meant. She didn't dare to hesitate, untied the Four Desolation Bottle and the Diamond Gloves and handed them over. After thinking for a while, she took out a few more bottles of pills that she had accumulated in the Bulaolin.

The girl in white took the Four Desolation Bottle and the diamond glove, but didn't ask for the pills, and said, Your kite is pretty good, lend me a few years.

Nan Zheng wondered if she could still refuse?

After saying these words, the girl in white stepped into the air, and the wind blew her skirt before she floated away.

Gu Pan looked at the direction where she disappeared, with a disappointed expression on his face. The other party could easily kill himself and silence all his subordinates, why didn't he do so?

Nanzheng also has the same doubts, and there are other puzzles.

The origin of this white-clothed girl is unknown, but she must be a big shot in the orthodox practice world.

Tonight, the orthodox practice world and Bulaolin are fighting fiercely. She didn't go to the battle, but she fished in troubled waters here.

What does it mean?

The talisman papers scattered like fireflies gradually darkened, and the world in the fog returned to darkness.

Nanzheng glanced at Gu Pan and disappeared into the night.

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The Southwestern Continent is really desolate, especially in the treacherous mountains surrounding Yizhou City. Even a big temple like Baotong Zen Monastery is deserted, and few believers come to pay their vows. Between morning bells and evening drums, there is silence except for the sound of monks doing their homework.

There is a vegetable garden a few miles to the west of the monastery, which is responsible for supplying the expenses of the monks in the monastery. Recently, besides the vegetable-growing monks, there are three young foreign visitors here.

Looking at the vegetables and tofu in the earthen pottery bowl, He Zhan looked hopeless and said, If you continue to eat like this, your face will turn green.

Su Ziye lay on the bed and glanced at him.

In the vegetable garden of Baotong Temple, he is not the very famous young master of Xuanyin Sect, but just a patient.

He Zhan said, I'm not laughing at you. You used to be a vegetable, but now you're just an eggplant. Although the color is lighter, it's still an eggplant.

Tong Yan came in from outside the house, put the medicine in her hand on the table, looked at Su Ziye and said, The medicine is effective, and the remaining poison should be exhausted in five days.

Although there is a Zen character in Baotong Temple, it is not of the Zen sect, and has nothing to do with Guocheng Temple. It is said that it is somewhat close to Shuiyue Temple, but Baotong Temple, like Guocheng Temple, has extremely high medical skills, and because the mountains and forests in the southwest continent are hot and humid, and the miasma is extremely poisonous, their level in this area is even higher than that of Guocheng Temple.

At the very beginning, the abbot of Baotong Temple knew that Su Ziye was unwilling to be treated, so he reluctantly agreed after Tong Yan pleaded, but he couldn't let a demon from the evil sect live in the temple, so he arranged them in the vegetable garden, and only let Tong Yan sneak into the temple every day to get medicine. Make sure that this matter cannot be known by others, otherwise the ancient temple's reputation for thousands of years may be wiped out in one day.

The three lived in the vegetable garden for several days, and He Zhandai had already finished drinking the wine, and he was almost hungry. At this time, when Tong Yan said that it would only take five days, his complexion finally became better.

Tong Yan walked to the window and continued to play the unfinished game of chess.

With the help of He Zhan, Su Ziye drank the medicine, moved on the bed to the window with some difficulty, and looked at the chessboard.

The sunlight fell on the chessboard through the window, and reflected on his face. The green skin looked lighter under the blazing light, really resembling a vegetable leaf.

The sun also fell on Tong Yan's face, her delicate and fair skin was like jade, her eyebrows looked lighter, she really looked like a child.

Because He Zhan doesn't want to play chess anymore, Tong Yan's opponent is himself, and he has played this game of chess for five days. Su Ziye also watched it for a long time. He knows how to play chess and thinks he is a smart person, but until today he still can't understand this game, and only then did he realize how big the gap between himself and Tong Yan is.

In his mind, there is only one reason why Tong Yan, whose chess skill is far superior to all others in the world, is still so serious about making moves every day, and is tireless all the time.

Su Ziye asked, Are you still unconvinced after losing to Jing Jiu?

It takes hard work to do everything. Not everyone is like that guy. Everything goes well just by luck.

Tong Yan didn't raise her head, her eyelashes were drawn into long shadows, just as cold as his voice.

Su Ziye looked at He Zhan and said empathetically, What an enviable life.

He Zhan is the mutual friend of the two of them, as well as their only friendship.

In the practice world, He Zhan is not famous for his talent, although his talent is indeed good, and he is not the title of the second in the world, everyone knows that is a joke.

He is best known for his luck.

A casual cultivator, who has never studied Taoism or the secret arts of the evil sect, can be compared with people like Su Ziye and Tong Yan.

Is it because of tolerance and character? Of course not, because he had enough luck to make himself strong enough.

He Zhan was peeling salted edamame for strong tea, and after listening to what the two said, he clapped his hands and walked to the window.

No need to be jealous, because I can't figure it out, and I feel more and more that this is not a good thing.

Many years ago, there was an ordinary nunnery outside a certain city. There was only one old nun in the nunnery, and there were four stone steps in front of the nunnery.

One night, an abandoned baby was placed on the second stone steps.

In the early morning, the old nun found the abandoned baby and took him in.

That abandoned baby is He Zhan.

The old nun recited scriptures every day, and He Zhan had been familiar with them since he was a child. Later, he began to practice along with them. Only then did he know that those scriptures were the way to practice.

In this way, He Zhan embarked on the road of practice.

The old nun's time is up, she closes her eyes and sleeps for a long time, He Zhan leaves the nunnery and begins to travel around the world.

He originally thought that the nunnery is so ordinary, the old nun is so ordinary, and the cultivation method is naturally very ordinary, so he acts very low-key, basically does not deal with practitioners, and even thought about whether to sign up for Qingtian Division.

One day, he picked up a magic weapon by the stream, and was bumped by a young disciple from Sandu, who wanted to seize it.

He didn't dare to fight for it, and was ready to offer it with both hands. Who would have thought that the disciple of the Sandu sect would kill him to silence him. In despair, he had no choice but to fight back.

In front of his eyes, that Sandu Sect disciple turned into a cloud of green smoke.

Only then did he realize that everything was extraordinary, whether it was a nunnery, an old nun, or that practice method.

What happened later proved that he was not an ordinary person, at least in terms of luck.

He met countless adventures and picked up many magic weapons, whether it was the bones of dragons or boxes of crystals.

Whenever he needs something, there will be something.

Turning bad luck into good fortune is more like a routine for him.

In this way, he gradually grew up, gained some fame in the practice world, and became a disciple that many famous sects wanted to win over.

As Su Ziye said, how can such luck not be enviable?

Su Ziye asked: Why is good luck not a good thing?

He Zhan spread his hands and said: I don't want to do this either. You must go through hardships and dangers to sharpen your will and purify your mind, but I don't have this opportunity.

Su Ziye and Tong Yan looked at each other without speaking.

He Zhan continued to himself, But if I want to be like Liu Shisui, I don't want to.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

There was a soft snap.

Tong Yan dropped a pawn and said softly, But we succeeded in the end.