The Path Toward Heaven

The head of Qingshan personally sits in the town, and the Zhongzhou faction has ideas. Even if the Kunlun faction and other sects have doubts about the results of the Wendao Conference, they can no longer change the outcome.

Regardless of winning the championship or winning the championship, after all the celestial talismans belonged, and the 30,000-year grand ceremony of the Zhongzhou School came to an end.

That night, Bai Zao went to see Jing Jiu in the Moulting House, and wanted to talk to him, but she didn't see anyone, which made her a little uneasy.

When she left silently, He Zhan had already left Yunmeng Mountain. After Thurse found out, she chased him for five hundred miles, but she still couldn't chase him back.

Xi Yiyun also bid farewell to the Zhongzhou faction, left overnight, and went back to Yi Mao Zhai to sort out the book.

There are still many people who left early, all of them were aspirants who had entered the illusion of the blue sky. For decades, the world of mortals has been floating in front of them like a cloud of smoke, but who can really forget it all at once? They need time to re-stabilize their Dao heart, and then get what they really need from those mortal perceptions. Three years later, they may meet again in Yunmeng Mountain, or they may not see each other again in this life. It just depends on whether they can finally break through this barrier.

In the early morning of the next day, under the leadership of the two peak masters Fang Jingtian and Nan Wang, the disciples of Qingshan said goodbye to the fellow Taoists of the Zhongzhou Sect, and then left in a sword boat.

Bai Zao didn't see Jing Jiu's figure, feeling uneasy. Hearing Fang Jingtian's explanation, the ascetics present knew that Jing Jiu had left early with the master of Qingshan sect, and they couldn't help discussing, thinking that this is not like the winner of the asking conference, but more like running away with a fairy book, even if the Qingshan sect wanted to save some face for the Zhongzhou sect, it would not be so low-key.

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Under the light of the morning light, a white cloud drifts towards the outside of Yunmeng Mountain, just like a lotus flower drifting towards the distance in the clear water.

This place is still within the scope of the Yunmeng Great Formation, probably to show respect for the Zhongzhou faction. The cloud is not floating very fast, and it can be seen clearly that it is not a real cloud formed by mist, but a sword cloud woven by countless extremely strong sword intents.

Liu Ci and Jing Jiu stood back and forth on the cloud, maintaining the same posture, with their hands behind their backs, looking straight ahead, their figures set off by the rising sun in the distance, like real immortals.

The Chengtian sword is inserted between the steles of Tianguang Peak, and it will not come out of the green mountain unless it is a real event. In the Battle of Yuntai, when Liu Ci captured Xi Wangsun alive, he brought the Chengtian Sword with him, but this time he did not bring it, because of Jing Jiu's reason, so he could only return to the mountain with the sword, and the speed was naturally slower.

Jing Jiu's iron sword was much faster than Jian Yun, but Liu Ci despised that sword for being too dirty.

Nothing to do, just leave Yunmeng Mountain, Jianyun just floated like this, and they occasionally chatted a few unimportant gossips.

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The West Sea Sword Sect is declining, and the old ghost of Wushima will not come out. You should learn from your master about things like conspiracy and trickery.

What happened to that one in the snow field? If you don't know, then who would know? I don't know where Master is hiding.

With his character, it is impossible to hide forever after all, just wait.

Since this is the bureau of Zhongzhou, why does Qilin follow us?

I don't want to be reconciled to having the talisman stolen, but it is a good thing after all.

He was unwilling to kill Canglong by you, and wanted to kill you for revenge.

In the sky that was dyed red by the morning glow, there was a very faint breath.

That aura was ancient and sacred, extremely majestic, and obviously wanted to cover it up, but it couldn't be hidden from the two of them.

They didn't even glance at it before they knew who it was.

Of course Liu Ci knew that the figure who escaped from the Demon Suppressing Prison was Jing Jiu.

Naturally, he could figure out that the so-called Elder Qingshan who rescued Guo Dong in the West Sea was also Jing Jiu.

He knew very well how strong Jian Xilai's sword was, and if Guo Dong was seriously injured, Jing Jiu would definitely seize the celestial talisman.

So he asked Liu Shisui to join Wendao as a disciple of the Wuen Sect, and then went to Yunmeng Mountain to sit in charge.

What Qingshan Zong cultivates is sword, he pays attention to everything in a flash, he pursues one blow to kill him, and he wants to count everything before making a move.

It is difficult to figure out everything in the world, but it is easier to figure out what the fellows are thinking, so the cooperation between Qingshan and the same sect has never needed to be said.

Back then, Zhao Layue had no connection with Liu Shisui, yet he was able to take advantage of Tong Yan's tricks to kill Luo Huainan in one fell swoop.

The Canglong was killed by the Underworld Emperor, and it has nothing to do with me.

Jing Jiu explained.

It's a rare thing for him.

He went to Zhenmo Prison to have a private meeting with the Emperor of the Underworld, and then made such a big commotion, which may indeed bring a lot of trouble to the Qingshan Sect.

Liu Ci's seniority is lower, but he is the master after all.

Of course, this explanation is more like a confession.

Liu Ci sighed and said, The Qilin has to believe it.

Jing Jiu said, If I don't come to Yunmeng Mountain from now on, what if it believes it or not?

Jian Yun had already floated out of Yunmeng Mountain and came to the sky above Yu County.

Qilin's aura stopped at the edge of the Yunmeng formation and did not continue to follow.

If it also follows Liu Ci, it will be regarded as disrespectful to Qingshan Sect, or a threat.

If the Green Mountain Sect hides a guard in the mountains below, and there is a sudden counterattack, it will definitely suffer a big loss.

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If Qilin wants to kill Jing Jiu, he will definitely not be reconciled, and will leak the news that he got the fairy book. In fact, this news cannot be kept for a long time. I believe there may be some disturbances on the way back to Qingshan.

Naturally, Jing Jiu was not afraid. Walking with Liu Ci all the way was better than leading the white ghost. Except for the depths of the snowfield, the world could go anywhere.

He just thought that it would be a little troublesome to take turns to send them off at that time, so he stretched out his right index finger and poked a small hole in the invisible sword intent tied on top of his left fist.

A very faint fairy spirit overflowed from that tiny hole, and then sprinkled from the sky to the earth.

Yu County is surrounded by mountains, with steep peaks, dense forests and deep forests, and there are countless rifts and slits, hiding many monsters, masters of evil sects, and there may even be some big monsters left over from ancient times.

Naturally, these monsters are far less powerful than Qilin, but they are also terrifying if they are in large numbers.

The fairy spirit sprinkled on the world like rain and dew, and there was a lot of movement in the mountains, and at least hundreds of powerful auras gradually emerged. The monsters and evil cultivators looked up at the sky, salivating, even though they knew that the sword cloud in the sky must be extraordinary, they still couldn't help giving birth to strong desire and greed.

Knowing that Qilin was watching from behind, Liu Ci stretched out his hand to seal Jing Jiu's left hand again, then stepped on the sword cloud and looked down at the ground.

His gaze swept across the mountains, like a real giant sword, bringing an extremely powerful pressure, and then hummed.

The voice was indifferent, ruthless, and contemptuous. It dragged on for a long time, and finally turned a corner, expressing very clearly the meaning of dismissing and asking you to die.

The strongest in the Chaotian Continent is here, and the group of monsters dare not stay here. They knelt down to express their surrender and dare not be enemies. Some big monsters sneaked into the ground at the fastest speed, and escaped through the submerged veins, for fear of being cut to death by a sword.

Jian Yun gathered again and hid the figures of the two in the sky.

Thinking of Zhuo Rusui's laziness leaning against the cliff, Jing Jiu felt a little pity, and said, That disciple of yours is not bad, but he looks more and more like you.

Liu Ci said calmly: What's wrong with apprentice Master Xiao?

Jing Jiu said, You're used to everything being ready before you make a move. Just like back then, this won't work. It's like the way of Zhongzhou. It's too sticky.

This evaluation is very straightforward, especially when it comes to the way of Zhongzhou, which is unacceptable to people in Qingshan.

Liu Ci shouted in displeasure: Are you coming to be the head?

Jing Jiu said without hesitation, No.

Liu Ci said: Then don't talk so much.

The sky became quieter.

In the distance came the cry of wild geese.

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Traveling through Yujun, then Huayang, and crossing the muddy water in Nanhezhou, the green mountains are in front of you.

The earth suddenly uplifted, giving birth to countless mountain peaks, and mist flowed from between the peaks, and when it came to the front of the mountains, it turned into clouds, submerging the entire town.

Looking from the sky, those clouds and mist are like countless white ribbons, waving between the green peaks, very beautiful.

After Bai Zao resumed Taoism, there was a white ribbon hanging from his arms, and when he flew by, he was like a frightened bird, just like a real fairy.

The little princess of Qin seems to be dressed like this.

Jing Jiu suddenly remembered that there seemed to be some hot pot in the illusion, but he didn't know what it tasted like, so he said, I want to go down and eat hot pot.

Liu Ci raised his eyebrows and was speechless, thinking that you were holding the fairy talisman in your hand, and the green mountains were right in front of you, but instead of going back in a hurry, you wanted to eat hot pot instead?

There are several restaurants in Yunji Town, but there are not many private rooms that sell hot pot, so Jing Jiu took Liu Ci to the original one.

The owner of the restaurant has passed away, and now the third son is taking over. The furnishings in the restaurant are also very old, so it has a reputation as a time-honored brand.

The difference between ascetics and mortals is the despair and sadness between the passage of time.

The mandarin duck pot was placed on the table, and a few simple dishes of vegetables and radishes were placed beside it. The boss retreated downstairs with the gold leaf.

He thought about the past events that his father had told many times, gasped heavily for more than a dozen times, and then slowly recovered, waved his hand to signal the shopkeeper to close the door and no longer pick up customers.

It turns out that Master Qingshan really likes to eat his own hot pot.

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The red soup is still tumbling, but the white soup is almost dry.

Jing Jiu didn't move his chopsticks, and Liu Ci didn't think it was different. It was like this when he was eating hot pot in Shangde Peak many years ago.

The soup is almost dry, and the hot pot is almost finished. It's time to get down to business.

At the beginning, he used the body of a disciple from the Underworld to escape from the Sword Prison. He was intercepted here by Zhao Layue, and then beheaded by a disciple named Meng. In fact, he took the opportunity to escape.

Jing Jiu said: The disciple surnamed Meng has been imprisoned in Shangde Peak for so many years, but has anything been found out?

Liu Ci said: He said he was instructed by Junior Brother Fang.

Jing Jiu said, What do you think?

Liu Ci said, Look again.

Jing Jiu said, I said earlier that you are used to everything being complete before you make a move. This will not work.

Liu Ci said: You can do what you want, and I will give you the master.

Jing Jiu was silent.

Liu Ci said: Then don't think too much.

Jing Jiu said, You don't plan to do anything.

In this story, the three of us are big villains who deceived our master and destroyed our ancestors. Junior brother Fang wants to kill us to avenge our master. What's wrong?

Liu Ci said indifferently: Faced with such a reasonable thing, what can I do?

You can do many things. For example, if you find out that the Thunder Soul Wood flows out of Bihu Peak, you can kill Lei Poyun to silence him. For another example, even if there is Thunder Soul Wood, he can't untie my sword array. Only you can.

Jing Jiu raised his left hand, looked at the layers of sword intent tied to it, and asked calmly, You let him go?

The hot pot was really about to burn dry, and all the white soup turned into mist, filling the entire room, and then filling the entire restaurant.

Suddenly there was an exclamation from the street, clouds and mists were everywhere in Yunji Town, and the tourists who came from afar were very excited. Residents who have lived here all their lives are distraught. Clouds and mist are alluring to the eyes, making it difficult to see the road, easy to fall, unable to see the movement in the steamer, and unable to judge whether the steamed stuffed bun is cooked or not.

Different positions naturally have different feelings.

All immortals are like this.

Liu Ci was silent for a while, and said again: You will do it, the head?

Jing Jiu still said without hesitation, No.

Then why are you asking so many questions?

Liu Ci flicked his sleeves and disappeared from the restaurant with Jing Jiu.