The Path Toward Heaven

(Yesterday, I mentioned that He Zhan was walking on the sea, as if walking upside down in the sky. I remembered Wang Xiaobo’s words, if He didn’t wear clothes, wouldn’t it be something that would hang upside down? I was reminded by a reader that he was a eunuch. I couldn’t think of a suitable chapter name for a long time. It’s really distressing, so let’s do it.)

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The mountain wind blows into the temple, making it slightly cool.

Qin Huang looked at Jing Jiu in front of him, his face was extremely pale. He had calmed down a little by now, but he still couldn't figure out what was going on.

The state of Chu has been destroyed for more than 30 years, and the fire in the palace has even been forgotten by the world. Who would have thought that this person is still alive and hiding in the temple of Buzhou Mountain!

The small temple is the residence of the god envoy, except for him, the co-lord of the world who is qualified to aspire to the throne, no one can cross that threshold.

He stared into Jing Jiu's eyes, and asked absurdly, Why are you here!

Jing Jiu said, I've always been here.

Qin Huang was extremely angry, and said: Impossible! I have sent countless dead soldiers over these years, but none of them can return to Xianyang. Why should the envoy be lenient to you!

Only then did Jing Jiu know where the guys who came to disturb his practice and peace from time to time came from, and said, I killed them.

Qin Huang was stunned again, looked into his eyes uncertainly and said, You killed it? What about the envoy?

Jing Jiu said, There are no divine envoys here.

Qin Huang had an unbelievable look on his face, and looked around the small temple, but he did not see anything.

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That year Jing Jiu set fire to the palace, took advantage of the chaos to leave the capital of Chu State, and came to Mount Buzhou.

Other aspirants may still need to use legends or some clues to find out where the legendary bronze tripod is. He has the help of the blue bird, so naturally he doesn't need it.

Here, he saw the bronze tripod, but did not see the envoy.

Before the time came, this was just an ordinary bronze tripod, no matter what was done to it, there was no response.

After Jing Jiu confirmed it, he didn't pay any attention to it, but he didn't leave either, so he stayed here.

According to Jade Bird, this place should be a forbidden area, so since Jade Bird couldn't find him, he had a good explanation to the outside world.

He has lived here for many years, to be precise, he has been lying down for many years.

He cut some bamboo and made a bamboo chair. He would lie on the open space outside the temple on normal days, and would move it into the temple when it rained. Of course, he would not forget to leave the temple door open.

In spring, the mountains are full of greenery, in autumn, the mountains are full of red leaves, when the winter snow falls, they change into white clothes again, and in midsummer, there are streams to refresh the mind.

No matter it is raining or snowing, or the sky is clear, whether he is lying on a bamboo chair or soaking his feet in the stream, he is always practicing.

In this way, he lived here for decades, just like in Shenmo Peak, it was very simple and even boring.

It's just that in recent years, some people will come to the temple every once in a while and be killed by him.

The angel still didn't show up.

The tripod is still the tripod.

He understood something.

When Qin Huangkeng killed Qi Guo's scholar that year, he was looking at Xianyang City from the cliff.

With his level of strength at that time, it was somewhat difficult to kill Qin Huang, but it was not impossible.

But he didn't go to Xianyang, even though the realm is stronger now, he still has no intention of leaving here, just quietly waiting for Emperor Qin to appear.

He knew that the time had come when there was movement from the foot of Buzhou Mountain yesterday.

When Qin Huang bathed and changed clothes at the foot of the mountain, and burned incense to purify his heart, he was doing similar things.

He went to the stream to take a bath, wiped off his beard with his hands, and changed into new clothes.

As a natural ascetic, he was very indifferent to many things, but after all, he had lived in this world for decades, and when he was about to leave, he still showed a rare seriousness.

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You are really smart to hide in this place.

Qin Huang stared into his eyes, and his voice was very gloomy and angry: But how could the envoy allow you to do this!

I said that there are no angels here. Jing Jiu said, I'm just waiting for you.

Qin Huang's voice was even colder: Waiting to kill me?

More than that.

Jing Jiu held the hilt of the sword with his hand.

That sword is very short, and the scabbard is actually made of wood. Could it be that the sword body is also made of the same material?

Qin Huang's eyes shrank suddenly, and he shouted sharply: Guardian!

Before he could make a sound, his feet had already hit the ground heavily.

There was a crackling sound.

The slabs crumbled.

The huge shock force caused his body to bounce out of the temple.

Like a gust of wind blowing leaves.

The strong men from the Qin Kingdom outside the temple had already made preparations, some of them stopped in front of Qin Huang, and the other part rushed towards Jing Jiu.

Countless powerful auras enveloped the peak, sharp and terrifying.

Those spurting stones, gravel and smoke suddenly stopped in the air.

The gently swaying treetops also stopped in the wind.

Those powerful auras seemed to have also turned into icicles and stood still in time.

Dozens of phantoms appeared on the top of the peak. They seemed to appear at the same time, and there seemed to be a certain order, but they couldn't be distinguished.

Those phantoms are all Jing Jiu.

He who has been practicing penance for decades is really too powerful.

In the Qingtianjian illusion, the aspirant is in the state of soul, and the speed of the Nether Immortal Sword can reach an unimaginable level.

The still space and time returned to normal.

When the mountain wind picked up, there were countless clear and dense sounds of sword cutting.

Wipe, wipe, wipe!

Those strong men of the Qin Kingdom maintained a defensive or offensive posture, and many straight sword marks appeared on their bodies.

The next moment, those strong men from the Qin Kingdom turned into square pieces of meat, scattered on the ground.

Jing Jiu stood on the spot, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, as if he hadn't moved, but in fact he had already drawn countless swords.

His sword was so fast that the blood didn't even have time to spurt out from the bodies of those strong men from Qin, until it fell to the ground before splashing out.

Back then in the palace of Chu State, it took some effort for him to lift the sword to kill Grand Master Chen and those generals and masters, but now he is so understated.

Qin Huang's face was pale, and he wanted to walk away against the sky, but suddenly a line of blood appeared on his left leg, which broke at the knee.

The precious soft armor that had saved his life hadn't played any role this time, and it just shattered.

Jing Jiu's sword cut an extremely long bloody gash on his body, stretching obliquely from his shoulder to his waist.

Countless blood sprayed out, turning into mist, spraying the white walls of the temple red.

Some drops of blood also fell on the bronze tripod.

Jing Jiu's white clothes were better than the snow, and he didn't get a drop of it.

Qin Huang screamed and fell to the ground.

Jing Jiu really drew his sword for the first time.

His movements were very slow, and there was a clear friction sound between the blade and the scabbard.

This sword is actually made of wood.

The wooden sword is extremely light, like paper.

Only in this way can it match the speed of the Nether Immortal Sword.

Jing Jiu held the wooden sword by Qin Huang's neck, and could cut off his head with just a little force.

Even if it is a wooden sword, it will still be very cold if it is so close.

Qin Huang didn't care about the pain coming from the broken leg, and said in a trembling voice, Don't kill me.

Jing Jiu looked at him quietly, waiting for his next words.

The envoy never showed up because you failed to become the co-lord of the world and are not qualified to aspire to the crown.

Qin Huang said with a pale face, Only I have this qualification.

Jing Jiu said calmly, Yes.

Qin Huang had a determined look in his eyes, and said: Let me live, and when I get the celestial talisman, I will realize it with you, and half of the celestial energy will be shared with you!

The drops of blood on the bronze tripod suddenly rolled, and then began to generate fine bubbles, as if boiling.

It didn't take long for the drops of blood to dry up, leaving mottled marks that looked like some kind of strange characters written in cinnabar.

The blood drops seeped into the tripod, and the lines on the surface of the bronze tripod flowed like water waves, producing several lines of green smoke, in which there was a villain looming.

The little man was about two feet tall, holding a pen and paper in his hand, and wearing the clothes of a historian.

An angel!

Excited blush appeared on Qin Huang's pale face, and he shouted sharply: Did you see that! I am the destiny of heaven, and only my blood can summon the envoy!

Jing Jiu ignored him, looked at the villain in the green smoke, and thought that you finally appeared.

He was just waiting for this to happen, otherwise he would have killed Qin Huang with a single sword.

Now the envoy has appeared, so what are you waiting for?

Qin Huang looked at Jing Jiu's profile, felt the chill from the wooden sword around his neck, guessed what he was thinking, and turned pale again.

Even if you kill me, you still won't be recognized by the envoy of the gods. A ruthless look appeared in Qin Huang's eyes, and he said, If you kill me, no one will get the celestial talisman. You have managed to hide until today. Are you going to take such a risk? Let me go, and I will give you one-third of the celestial energy!

Jing Jiu still ignored him, just looked at the little man in the green smoke, the so-called envoy of God.

The envoy was writing something on the paper with a pen, sensed his gaze, raised his head and said, Yes, what he said is not wrong.

Jing Jiu said, The reason.

The co-lord of the world can win the championship, you are just a waste emperor, what qualifications do you have for me to recognize you?

The envoy said blankly: You have been here for decades, and I haven't come out to see you. You should know it in your heart.

Jing Jiu said, I can kill him now.

The envoy said: Even if you kill him, it's useless. How many people in the history books who succeeded in assassination became the new emperor?

Listening to this conversation, Qin Huang's eyes became more and more confident. He looked at Jing Jiu and said, If you don't agree to my conditions, I can only give you a quarter.

Still ignoring him, Jing Jiu looked at the envoy and said, You are just a dead thing, what qualifications do you have to judge the outcome of the question?

I am the rule of Qingtianjian. There is no life or death. My judgment is the final decision. You can only accept it.

The envoy turned over the paper in his hand and said, And I believe that no one will question my fairness, because everything is well-founded.

There were countless words written on that piece of paper, which recorded the experiences and deeds of the aspirants after entering the illusion.

Jing Jiu didn't look at those items and the list, but was thinking about something quietly.

On a tree branch not far away, the blue bird's eyes were full of blood, the copper tripod of the old temple, and worry.

She once said to Jing Jiu that she is Jian Ling, not a rule.

Jing Jiu did not forget this sentence.

He knew that if he wanted to do that, he couldn't get her help, so he could only face it by himself.

Face the rules.

I know you are definitely dissatisfied with your low ranking, but you were born an emperor, but you are self-exiled. Regardless of your political achievements, people's livelihood, and people's popularity, you are in a mess.

The envoy pointed to the records on the paper and commented: Look at these things you have done, you can't accept it.

Jing Jiu suddenly withdrew his wooden sword.

Qin Huang's neck lightened, thinking that he was about to agree to his conditions, his eyes changed slightly.

He thought about how to get more benefits, but he didn't expect that what happened next was completely beyond his imagination.

Jing Jiu walked up to the bronze tripod with his sword in hand, looked at the envoy and said, It may be reasonable according to the standards of your Zhongzhou sect, but I am a disciple of Qingshan.

The envoy said: Since participating in the questioning, then disciples of Qingshan should also...

Jing Jiu didn't let him finish his sentence.

I have been waiting for you in this mountain for decades, not for you to talk nonsense, but for you to hand over the tripod to me.

Qin Huang stood up while supporting the temple door, listening to Jing Jiu's words, his face showed an extremely absurd look, thinking, do you know what you are doing?

The envoy looked at him quietly for a long time, then suddenly said, If I heard correctly, you seem to be threatening me?

Jing Jiu said, Yes.