The Path Toward Heaven

Many people thought that Jing Jiu had been buried in the fire in the Chu Palace, but Bai Zao naturally didn't think so.

It's just that she didn't know where Jing Jiu went, just like everyone in the Qingtianjian illusion.

But in her mind, people in the real world would definitely be able to know where Jing Jiu was through the blue bird. Who would have thought that even the blue bird would lose track of Jing Jiu.

Looking at Tong Yan's expression, she knew what he was worried about, and she was also a little uneasy.

Of course, it wasn't Jing Jiu who was worried, but Bai Qianjun.

Although the ways are different, they are ultimately the same.

Finally, in the study room of Prince Jing's Mansion in Cangzhou, Bai Qianjun asked everyone to step down, leaving all his remaining pride to her, not wanting her to underestimate him, and giving her a chance to fight him head-on. Bai Zao chose to give up because he didn't want to hurt both sides and affect the ownership of Xianlu.

She is a disciple of the Zhongzhou School, so she will do everything possible to keep the talisman in Yunmeng Mountain, even if she knows that her opponent is Jing Jiu.

Tong Yan and Bai Qianjun thought the same way, although Master Bai never asked them to do so.

I don't understand why the blue bird is a spirit of appreciation, so why doesn't it know where Jing Jiu is hiding.

Tong Yan frowned slightly.

What about He Zhan? No one in the illusion knows where he went. Could it be that the blue bird can't find him?

Bai Zao suddenly thought of a possibility, maybe there was something wrong with Qing Tianjian.

Tong Yan pointed to the sky and said, He Zhan is there.

Bai Zao looked at the sky along his fingers, and saw a piece of blue.

What she saw was not the color of the sky.

That piece of blue is obviously different from the color of the surrounding real sky, and it is more secluded, giving people a feeling of bottomless.

That was the picture projected by the Huan Dzi Bead.

That is the sea.

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On the surface of the incomparably vast blue sea, there is a small black spot.

As the blue bird flew from the sky to the sea, the little black spot got closer and closer until it was clearly seen that it was a person.

The man was wearing eunuch's clothes, with his hands behind his back, walking slowly on the calm sea.

His face was a little tanned, and he was no longer as pale as before. The gloom between his brows was also dispelled by the sun, making him look much more cheerful.

He sensed the approach of the blue bird, raised his head and glanced at the sky, there was no extra emotion in his eyes.

The blue bird flew up again, and the picture was quickly zoomed out, the blue sea still occupied the whole picture, and then countless extremely thin white lines gradually appeared.

A white line is a giant ship.

There are at least a hundred white lines, that is, more than a hundred giant ships.

That person walked on the sea, seemingly slow, but actually faster than these huge ships.

A fleet of more than a hundred huge ships followed him to the depths of the sea.

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Looking at the picture in the sky, the practitioners outside Echo Valley were shocked and speechless, only Sese held the hand of the girl from Shuiyue Temple and shouted happily.

The state of that person in the illusion should be the initial state of Nascent Soul.

Practitioners of such strong men have seen quite a few, but such scenes are rare.

At this level, why not choose to fly with a sword, or fly in the sky, but walk on the sea?

Bai Zao was also puzzled and asked, What is he doing?

He's on the loose.

Tong Yan looked at the sea in the sky with a gratified smile on her face.

He knew that his friend was finally freed from Su Ziye's betrayal and Pei Baifa's death. In Guochengsi's words, his heart barrier was gone.

The smile gradually disappeared, and he became more and more puzzled. Since Qingniao can find He Zhan, there is no reason why he can't find Jing Jiu. What's going on?

Tong Yan glanced at Bai Zao.

Bai Zao didn't speak.

When she was in the illusion, Tong Yan had already guessed what Jing Jiu was going to do, and she guessed it too.

But from the perspective of history, Jing Jiu's attempt has no possibility of success.

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More than ten days later, the sky in Yunmeng Mountain was still clear, and a deeper blue appeared in the blue sky, which was the sea in the illusion. The seemingly monotonous sea is actually very complicated. If you are willing to observe carefully, you will find that the sea water has countless layers, with different colors and textures of different shades and flavors.

If there is a wind, the sea will become more naughty and violent, and if it is quiet, it will be like a transparent mirror, which makes people palpitate.

What's more, there are all kinds of strange fish and birds in the sea, as well as sea beasts that eat fish and birds, many islands, and even other continents.

He Zhan's fleet has arrived in two different continents, but he has not explored deeply for the time being. At this time, he has been away from Zhao for 20 years.

One evening, when he was a little bored, he dived into the bottom of the sea and caught a huge sea turtle, and distributed some turtle meat to each ship.

Sea turtle meat is rough and hard to chew, but if it is roasted, it has a special flavor, just like raw beef that has just been dried for a few days.

He Zhan was lying on a bamboo chair, drinking fine wine, chewing turtle meat, squinting his eyes, enjoying the sea breeze, very happy.

A burst of fireworks suddenly appeared on the distant sea.

He squinted slightly.

The sea merchants sent the latest news.

Empress Dowager Zhao died of illness.

In fact, this happened seventy days ago.

He Zhan was silent for a while, then spat out the turtle meat in his mouth onto the deck, and said, It's too unpalatable.

Then he took the flagon to the rear of the deck, which was covered by the shadow of the cabin.

He Zhan stood in that shadow all night.

I don't know whether he drank the jug of wine himself or spilled it into the sea.

The next day, the officials from those anti-crime factories back then, and now the overlords of all parties in the sea, rushed to this sea area.

They have only one question: My lord, come back?

He Zhan looked at the sea and said calmly: Everyone I know is dying, what are you going back for?

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No surprises.

Less than three years after the death of the Queen Mother Zhao, the State of Zhao was destroyed by the State of Qin, and the Emperor of the State of Zhao was named the King of Hejian County.

Many people are secretly guessing that His Majesty Qin Huang did it so deliberately, perhaps because he wanted to provoke the long-disappeared Eunuch He and lure him out.

Just like the evaluation of Emperor Chu by the world, after the fall of Zhao, people began to miss that Eunuch He, but it was too late.

Immediately afterwards, it took Qin State one year to destroy Qi State, and another four years to drive out all the barbarian tribes who had fled to the Northern Wilderness.

At this point, the world was unified, and Qin Huang became the final victor.

His gaze turned to the southeast, a mountain hundreds of miles away.

Qin Huang has forgotten many things, but he has not forgotten the first words he heard in this world.

No matter what method you use, if you can unify the continent and become the co-lord of the world, you will be recognized by the envoy, get the bronze tripod, and get the immortal talisman.

That mountain is called Buzhou Mountain.

There is a temple in the mountain.

Legend has it that the envoy is in that temple.

It's just that no one has ever seen it, because no one has been able to get close to that temple.

Over the years, Emperor Qin secretly sent many people to Mount Buzhou, but none of them came back.

This strengthened his confidence even more.

He decided to consecrate Zen to Buzhou Mountain.

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Between Xianyang and Buzhou Mountains are vast mountains, with difficult roads and dense forests.

From the day when Emperor Qin decided to prosecute Zen, the state of Qin conscripted millions of migrant workers, destroyed mountains, destroyed forests and transported rocks, and began to build a road. That road was named Tongtian Avenue, three miles wide, based on rammed mud, and gravel as the surface. The twenty miles on both sides of the road were completely emptied, and the scale of the project was unimaginable.

In order to build this avenue, the state of Qin expropriated and extorted money, enslaved the people like slaves, and the brutal rule sparked countless uprisings, which were finally suppressed bloody by Qin's iron cavalry. The corpses of hundreds of thousands of migrant workers and a similar number of rebel soldiers were buried in the soil on both sides of the road.

In the autumn of the next year, the Tongtian Avenue was completed, and the Emperor Qin announced the official start of the ceremony of enshrining Zen without waiting another day.

Tens of thousands of iron cavalry and a larger number of troops and attendants, guarding the giant black chariot, walked slowly out of Xianyang City and onto the Tongtian Avenue.

It took only nine days for a team of this size to arrive at the foot of Buzhou Mountain. One can imagine how urgent Qin Huang was.

It was the deep autumn season at this time, and the mountains in Buzhou were full of red leaves, like burning clouds, very beautiful.

Qin Huang bathed and changed clothes, burned incense and prayed, and walked up the stone steps.

He was already very old, with white hair all over his head, his eyes were as cold as before, and the arrogance emanating from the black robe seemed to be substantive.

Hundreds of thousands of people knelt behind him like a tide.

When Bai Zao left, he had reminded him that he might forget many things, such as a certain name.

Qin Huang did not remember that name, but he always felt that someone would appear.

This feeling was very bad, so he suppressed his temper and waited for nearly two years to repair the Tongtian Avenue first.

He wanted to kill those who opposed him first, and cleared all the mountains on both sides of Tongtian Avenue to ensure that no one would disturb Feng Chan.

There were no assassins on Tongtian Avenue, so he was no longer worried.

There are tens of thousands of heavy cavalry here, and countless masters. Even if ten old Mo Gong join forces, it is impossible to break through the encirclement and fight to the mountain.

Qinhuang was getting closer and closer to the peak, and there was a small temple faintly visible.

Dozens of strong men in black followed behind him, watching his surroundings vigilantly.

These powerhouses have been carefully selected, they are extremely loyal to Emperor Qin, and they are strong and brave.

Emperor Qin was still wary of the temple and the legend of the envoy, just like he was wary of any people or things he couldn't grasp.

Those dead soldiers who never came back made him a little uneasy.

Nothing unexpected happened.

A small temple appeared at the end of the road.

Qin Huang's breathing became a little short.

I don't know when, the blue bird flew from afar, landed on the branch, quietly watching the picture in front of me.

The ascetics outside Echo Valley were also watching this scene.

Emperor Qin is about to win the final victory, and the celestial talisman will still stay in Yunmeng Mountain.

This is something that many people thought of before the start of the conference. It's just that people couldn't figure out why He Zhan would suddenly give up the great situation in Zhao State, go out to sea by boat, and just ignore the world affairs? The most important thing is, where is Jing Jiu hiding? Is he just going to watch Qin Huang win the throne like this?

Sese was very anxious, thinking that the beautiful idiot might have made a mistake in the rules, right? It's not that whoever survives to the end in the illusion is the winner. If Emperor Qin is recognized by the envoy and wins the crown, the questioning conference will end immediately, and all the aspirants will be sent out.

Everyone was looking at the sky, Tong Yan and Bai Zao were watching, and so was Master Bai.

She stood on the top of the peak, quietly looking at the picture in the sky, for some reason there was no joy on her face.

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Qin Huang looked back at the way he came, saw the jade belt-like stone steps, and the black tide-like subjects at the foot of the mountain, as well as the great rivers and mountains, filled with infinite emotion.

Along the way, he has gone through countless hardships, sacrificed a lot, and forgotten a lot. He has finally come here, and no one can stop him.

But he will soon have to give up all this.

He turned around and walked to the front of the temple, and saw the bronze tripod.

He was a little surprised, the bronze tripod was much smaller than he imagined, and it seemed that he could hold it with one hand.

A person stood beside the bronze tripod, with his back facing outside the temple.

The man was wearing a white robe, and his black hair fell to the ground like a waterfall. He seemed to be an envoy of God.

Qin Huang took off the imperial crown and put it on the ground, lifted the front of the front and stepped over the threshold, knelt down on the ground, and said humbly: The emperor pays homage to the envoy of God in the daytime.

The man in white turned around, his black hair parted with the wind, revealing his face.

That face is cold and beautiful, absolutely nothing in the world, it really is a fairy.

Qin Huang looked up, and was about to praise the envoy, when he suddenly felt that this face looked familiar, so he couldn't help being stunned.

Aren't you an angel?

Qin Huang suddenly remembered many things, and shouted in shock: No! You are Jing Jiu!

Jing Jiu looked at him quietly and didn't speak.

Qin Huang felt so absurd, his face paled and shouted: This is impossible! How can you be here!

On the other side of the mountain, you abandoned your box and horse, cut your rope, and carried insults and curses on your back, and walked forward alone with difficulty, and finally reached the peak.

But suddenly found that this is actually just a small hill in the vast world.

The most important thing is that your opponent is already waiting here.

This is indeed the most absurd thing.

It is also the most painful thing.

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(The things I wrote after catching a cold have a special flavor. I was also thinking about the picture in the sky of Echo Valley. If there is a sea there, why would He Zhan walk on the sea? Then wouldn’t he be walking in the sky? If he didn’t wear clothes, wouldn’t something be hanging down? Ah, I’m really sick, what do I think about Wang Xiaobo at this time.)