The Path Toward Heaven

Patriarch Xuanyin is indeed very old, but Tianjinren is older than him. According to Jing Jiu's deduction, Tian Jinren left the South China Sea more than 600 years ago, on behalf of Wu Dao's ancestor, Nan went to find a successor, and finally chose Jian Xilai as the guide, so he should be at least 700 years old now.

His cultivation talent is average, but his mental strength is rare in the world. He has practiced for more than 700 years, and his thoughts can move the world. Logically speaking, it is difficult to meet opponents. It's a pity that he is good at telling fortunes to others, but he didn't realize that his own fate is so bad. First he met Jing Jiu and Chan Zi in Chaoge City, and now he meets people like Yin San.

The most important thing is that he thought it was a game set up between himself and Xuanyin Patriarch, how could he have thought that he would become a player in the game in the end, and he would naturally fail miserably, and before he even had time to commit suicide, Yin San completely controlled his soul.

Your situation is actually pretty good.

Yin San looked at Patriarch Xuanyin and said, full of appreciation.

The old ancestor was very embarrassed, rubbed his red nose, and said: If you spend a long time with real people, you can always learn some scriptures.

After Yin San escaped from the Qingshan Sword Prison, he first went to the South China Sea to find the ancestor of Wudao, and returned to the mainland with the king and grandson of the West, burying the cause of retaking the old forest, and then went to the Lengshan wasteland to find the ancestor of Xuanyin, and traveled together for twenty years.

In the past twenty years, Xuanyin Patriarch has been Yin San's bodyguard, servant, supporter, cleaner and old dog.

No one wants to be a dog, let alone a big devil like him.

With the level of demonic skills of the ancestor Xuanyin, it is very easy to kill Yin San, all he needs is to move his fingers or even blow his breath.

The problem is that until today, he still doesn't know what method Yin San used to prevent the Qingshan Sword Formation from finding him.

He also didn't want to go back to the bottom of Cold Mountain.

The days without seeing the sun are really hard, especially since he has already come out, how can he have the courage to go back?

If he wanted to get rid of Yin San and break the dog chain around his neck, he had to find a way to kill Yin San without being discovered by the Qingshan Sword Formation.

He once had the idea of ​​the tortoise shell by the Daze, but later found that Emperor Xiao was actually Yin San's most steadfast follower, so he could only give up this idea, and then he naturally thought of another sword escaper, and his eyes fell on the fog island in the distant South China Sea.

In Guocheng Temple, through the fat monk in the back kitchen, he contacted Su Ziye who had defected to the West Sea Sword Sect, revealed his identity, and suggested that the West Sea Sword God do something with him——The West Sea Sword Sect is from the Kirishima lineage. Although this matter is secret, it is not difficult for an old devil like him to guess.

Whether it is killing Yin San or Jing Jiu, it is an irresistible temptation for the Sword God of the West Sea, as long as he knows the true identities of these two people.

At the beginning, the ancestor thought that after killing Yin San, he would use Kirishima's method to cover his breath, so as not to let the Qingshan Sword Formation discover him. Later, he found that Yin San was very interested in the Chuzi Sword, so he thought of a more perfect solution. That is, when Yin San was trying to control Tian Jinren, he suddenly launched a sneak attack, but let Tian Jinren control Yin San's soul, and found the way to avoid the Qingshan Sword Formation.

As Yin San said, this game is really good, it can even be said to be perfect, there is only one problem.

Yin San knows.

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Yin San didn't say it clearly, but just taught Patriarch Xuanyin a lesson.

He clearly knew that Jing Jiu was still hiding something, whether it was the Emperor of God or Qingshan, but he didn't tell the old ancestor, just watched him calmly being pierced by Liu Ci's sword, seriously injured, and almost died.

After the ancestor woke up by the Daze, he quickly figured out all this, and immediately crawled out of the blood bucket naked, knelt down in front of him, wept bitterly to express his remorse, begged his forgiveness, and sold the Xihai Sword Sect backhandedly.

Yin San took out a piece of straw from the pile of straw, put it in his mouth and chewed slowly, looked at the rising sun in the distance, and said a little tiredly: Don't do this in the future.

The old ancestor quickly stood up, stood like a Mengtong, pressed his hands to the seam of his trousers, and said, Don't dare again.

He almost died in Guocheng Temple. This lesson was profound enough, and it also made him wonder why the white ghost never showed up that day.

Even in his heyday, he would find it a little troublesome to deal with Qingshan guard, but that one is so well-behaved in front of real people, like a neutered cat, why is it so afraid of real people?

The fat monk in the back kitchen of Guocheng Temple died suddenly, and he could no longer eat steamed buns dipped in fermented bean curd or barbecue meat wrapped in perilla leaves.

The restaurant in Haizhou City was the contact place that the ancestor had agreed with Xihai. Who would have thought that it was also Bulaolin's property.

Knowing each other all over the world, everyone understands you, from the West Sea to the East Sea, from the snowy plains to Penglai, the entire Chaotian Continent is under the gaze of real people.

It's frightening to feel that real people are no longer omnipotent, but still seem to know everything.

He just didn't know that in Guocheng Temple, Patriarch Xuanyin's blow to Qilin seemed cruel, but it didn't bring any real harm.

Looking at the young man with a handsome face and an indifferent expression on the rice pile, Patriarch Xuanyin sighed in his heart and asked, The real person already knows the whereabouts of the Chuzi sword?

Tian Jinren was lying under the rice pile, eyes closed, still breathing.

Yin San glanced at him and said, I also know some other things.

As the guide who first came to Chaotian Continent from Nanhai Kirishima, Tianjinren knew many secrets, and was even more familiar with the West Sea Sword Sect.

Ancestor Xuanyin said with a charming smile, Congratulations, Master.

Yin San jumped down from the rice pile, patted the grass clippings on his body, and walked into the distance.

The ancestor picked up Tianjinren, like an old dog with a bone in its mouth, and followed behind him.

They walked in the direction of the rising sun, not knowing where they were going.

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Have you ever heard of the sword technique that falls from the sky with one move?

Zhao Layue once heard Jing Jiu ask this sentence.

It was many years ago in Haizhou City, they were the most wanted criminals of the Qing Tiansi, and practitioners from various sects who participated in the Four Seas Banquet planned to surround and kill them.

The clouds and mist became thinner and thinner until they dispersed completely, and the sword intent between the cliffs became more and more fierce, giving birth to a feeling of eagerness to try.

Even if she hadn't seen it, Zhao Layue had already guessed that it was the smell of Qingshan Sword Formation.

In the three hundred years since Daoist Taiping closed the death test, the Castle Peak Sword Formation has never been activated, and there is not even a sign of activation.

In the past year, the Qingshan Sword Formation unexpectedly showed signs of activation twice in a row, and the sword peak appeared in front of the disciples of Tiandi and Zhufeng twice, which was shocking.

At the end of last year, the Qingshan Sword Formation was launched to kill Xuanyin Patriarch in Guocheng Temple from a long distance. What was the reason this time?

Just as she was thinking about these questions, the cloud and mist returned to the peak, and the Qingshan Sword Formation calmed down, indicating that the target had disappeared.

It is very difficult to start the Castle Peak Sword Formation, and it is even more difficult to stop it.

Jing Jiu knew that that person was his senior brother, and he was the only one who understood the operation mode of the Qingshan Sword Formation, turning the Qingshan Sword Formation into a sword thousands of miles away.

He used this sword to force Patriarch Xuanyin to stay by his side as a bodyguard. Naturally, he could also take advantage of the power of the Qingshan Sword Formation to do things that he could not do with his current level of strength, just like before—seeing the direction the Qingshan Sword Formation was aiming at, the person he wanted to deal with was probably Jian Xilai.

There are ghosts in Qingshan Nine Peaks, such as Fang Jingtian, such as those who hide deeper.

Among the four guards, chickens and dogs failed to ascend to heaven, but they would inevitably lean towards him. A bold and small dare not offend, Yuan Gui only knows how to sleep.

And the Castle Peak Sword Formation is like one of his toys.

No matter how you look at it, the senior brother's background in Qingshan is still strong. If there is a real confrontation in the future, it is really unknown who will win and who will lose.

Jing Jiu had already confirmed that it was Immortal White Blade who knocked him down into the world of mortals. His senior brother must have tampered with him, but the tampering may have been done many years ago, such as four hundred years ago. It's a pity that he couldn't kill his brother in Guocheng Temple. If he hadn't passed out at that time, he would have asked the emperor to leave him alone and kill his brother first.

No matter how secretive it is, it is impossible to hide it from everyone. If Yimaozhai and other orthodox sects know that their brother has escaped, they will definitely go to war. At least the Zhongzhou faction will definitely use this to make trouble. No one can forget the bloody storms that senior brother caused in Chaotian Continent back then.

Now the storm will come again.

In the past, Jing Jiu would not be too worried, but now he is too weak.

He looked at his right hand and was silent for a long time.

The severely deformed right hand is like a plum in a pot tied to death by a rope.

If it is a real plum blossom, maybe you can find some other beauty from this abnormality, but this is a hand.

Ascetics yearn for the ultimate, so when many teachers in Qingshan looked at Jing Jiu, they thought that he must have a bright future, because his face was so perfect.

If it is no longer perfect, then there is a problem, and it is not as simple as being ugly.

The right hand is his real sharp edge, which cannot be repaired, and will seriously affect his combat power and future practice.

After resting in Jianfeng for half a year, the situation is only a little better. At this speed, it may take him thousands of years to completely restore his right hand.

Jing Jiu was a little depressed, which was a rare emotion for him.

Of course, he was seldom emotional.

In those days, a Zen master like Du Haiseng would have been stabbed to death with a single finger, how could he have suffered such a serious injury.

He remembered what happened when Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui chased and killed their senior brother, and asked, That bone flute can't even cut through Shisui's sword?

Zhao Layue said, I can't do it either.

Jing Jiu was silent for a while, then said, Go to Defeng.

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Shangde Peak is very cold, and most of the peaks are hardy pine trees. It is not very beautiful to look at, mainly because it is too monotonous. After a long time, it will always be a little tired.

Standing at the foot of the peak, Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue could already feel the cold wind coming from ahead.

Shangde Peak is the most guarded place among the nine peaks of Qingshan, and ordinary disciples are strictly forbidden to enter and leave at will.

If they don't want to reveal their identities, they have to find a way to get in by themselves.

Zhao Layue thought about Lord Jianlu's cold temperament, and said, Shall I let Yuan Qu come over to open the way?

It is normal for the master to ask the apprentice to come and do anything, such as going through the back door.

Here I know better than him.

Jing Jiu led Zhao Layue towards the peak, instead of following the mountain path, he walked directly into the pine forest.

The cold wind blows the branches, and the pines blow. He is really familiar with this place, there is no road, and all he can see is thick pine needles, but he can easily find the direction, and soon came to a cliff at the west foot, and found a cave.

The temperature here is colder than that at the bottom of the peak. If you are not a monk, you may need to wrap several cotton clothes to survive.

Zhao Layue followed him into the cave, and found that there was nothing inside, it should have been abandoned for many years.

There was a stone wall in the deepest part of the cave. She touched it with her hand and found that the surface was extremely hot. She was a little surprised to find that the entire wall was actually made of fire jade.

There was a restriction attached to the stone wall, Jing Jiu waved it away, and led her to continue walking inside, through several narrow stone cracks, into a dark passage.

The deeper the passage, the lower and colder the temperature, and the thicker the frost on the stone wall.

After an unknown amount of time, the passage finally came to an end, which was a cliff.

In front of the cliff is the abyss, or a large hole leading to the ground, a ray of skylight falling from a very high place, illuminating the bottom of the cave.

A huge black dog like a mountain lay quietly at the bottom of the cave.

The sky illuminates its smooth, black fur without a trace of impurities, which looks like the most precious satin.

Jing Jiu floated down with Zhao Layue.

The black dog opened his eyes and looked down at them with cold and indifferent eyes.

She is Zhao Layue, the master of Shenmo Peak, and it is a corpse dog.

Jing Jiu introduced them.

The black dog lowered his head slowly, indicating that he had seen it.

Zhao Layue saluted seriously.

The black dog closed his eyes again.

Jing Jiu looked at it and was silent for a while, then turned and walked towards the Sword Prison.

It was also very cold in Sword Prison, and the air was very dry.

The breath that overflowed from the cells on both sides of the passage was terrifying.

Some of these prisoners are terrifying big monsters, some are strong men from the Underworld, and some are evil cultivators with hands stained with blood. With Zhao Layue's temperament, she should be very curious about the stories of these prisoners, and maybe she would like to find an opportunity to come and try the sword, but for some reason today, she didn't even look at those prison cells.

The prisoner in this cell is Uncle Tai Fu, you should call him Uncle Master.

Jing Jiu found that Zhao Layue didn't respond, turned his head to look, and found that she was thinking about something and she was out of her mind.

What's wrong?

No... I just suddenly thought, should Shenmo Peak keep a dog?

Zhao Layue came to her senses, looked at him and asked seriously.

Jing Jiu thought for a while and said, Yuan Qijing won't agree.

Zhao Layue looked at him inexplicably, gestured the length with both hands, and said, I mean raising such a big dog.

Jing Jiu didn't understand, and asked, Why do you suddenly want to raise a dog?

Now there are monkeys, cats, and cicadas on the peak. By the way, there is also the horse you brought back. What are you afraid of raising a dog?

Zhao Layue said: We can still guard the door when we go out, we can't count on that lazy cat, can we?

Why do you want a dog?

Dogs are loyal.

Why?

Master Corpse Dog is very handsome.

The two chatted casually and came to a hall deep in the Sword Prison.

The floor of the hall is paved with bluestone, surrounded by lights, much brighter and warmer than other places in the Sword Prison.

There is a passage on the right side of the two, which leads to the deepest place under the light of the lamp, and there is a prison cell at the end.

The passageway and the prison room are filled with the fiercest sword intent of Chaotian Continent.

Feeling those sword intents, Zhao Layue's expression changed slightly, and she glanced at him subconsciously.

These are my sword intent back then.

Jing Jiu led her to the cell at the end of the passage.

When he came to visit Liu Shisui a few years ago, he just took a look at the cell and didn't go there.

Because he didn't want to see the picture in the cell.

Since it is his sword intent, it will naturally unravel as he steps in.

It didn't take long before he and Zhao Layue walked to the cell, opened the door and entered.

The layout of the prison cell is very comprehensive, with beds, tables, various utensils, a small spring that is attracted, and even magic tools that keep imagining the blue sky and white clouds.

There is only one such cell in the Sword Prison.

Looking at the bone on the bed, Zhao Layue already guessed who was imprisoned here.

It's just that Daoist Taiping escaped from Sword Prison for thirty years, why did he become a bone?

Jing Jiu walked to the bed and found that the bone's right arm had been broken at the elbow.

I see.

In the entire green mountain, he and his senior brother have the deepest understanding of the four words Wanwu Yijian.

So that flying sword didn't look like a sword, but a flute.

Jing Jiu looked at the bone quietly, as if seeing many pictures.

In this isolated cell, the senior brother practiced silently, spent countless years, endured extreme pain, and finally trained his arm into a flying sword.

He then tore his right arm from his body.

How much pain he can bear means how much pain the betrayal of Jing Jiu, Liu Ci, and Yuan Qijing brought him back then.

All this pain, now that I think about it, is all hatred, right?

Zhao Layue understood what Jing Jiu meant, and shifted her gaze from the severed arm of the bone to his deformed right hand, thinking that it really was a brother.