The Path Toward Heaven

In the early morning of the next day, the ice on the lake melted more and the nunnery became warmer.

Tong Yan confessed to the old nun, left the nunnery, and came to Dayuan City through the wet mountain road.

He found Mr. Li's antique shop, bought some things, and inquired about some things through the neighbors and those idlers.

It happened to be the Xihai Incident ten years ago, the girl Mr. Li met in the nunnery should be the senior of Shuiyue nunnery.

It was easy to come to this conclusion, because Tong Yan was good at calculating, and happened to know the inside story of that matter.

When we returned to Sanqian Temple, it was already dark, and the longevity lamps hanging on the bridge between trees by the lake became brighter. Tong Yan came to the Zen room and looked inside.

Xue Ji fell asleep in the quilt mountain, not knowing when she would wake up.

Jing Jiu was sitting by the lake by the window, watching the thin ice gradually disperse on the lake, writing something on a piece of paper with a pen in his hand.

Qing'er sat on his shoulder, softly humming the song of the old state of Chu in the illusion.

Tong Yan felt that these pictures were interesting, and a smile appeared on her immature face.

Jing Jiu didn't care about worldly affairs, and he was familiar with other worldly places like Guocheng Temple and Shuiyue Temple, so he was a bit like a born monk.

Then he thought of Junior Sister Bai Zao, the smile on the corners of his lips faded, but his eyebrows became thicker because of the provocation.

If it was really unintentional, how could there be so many strange women around him?

Ten years ago, there was Senior Winter, and now there is Qing'er by his side, and behind him is a sleeping Snow Maiden...

As the night darkened, suddenly there was the sound of a piano.

Tong Yan turned around and walked to the bridge, looking across the stream.

Mr. Li didn't sit on the snow, but sat on a low stool he brought with him. The guqin rested on his knees, and the sound of the qin came from the strings.

Tonight, he played the song Good Evening.

This piece appeared here ten years ago.

On a stone bench by the lake.

Jing Jiu's ears moved slightly.

Qing'er sat on his shoulder, leaned over curiously, and touched his earlobe, thinking that it is obviously for Zhaofeng's ear, why is it so good-looking?

Dozens of sword intents emerged from Jing Jiu's body, and he used Chengtian swordsmanship to set up a formation, which blocked the sight of the outside world, but did not block the sound of the zither.

He dipped his right hand into the lake to wet it, and then continued to sharpen the sword with the smooth side of the Qingtian Jian.

The cold water of the lake quickly turned into mist, and his hand was looming in the midst of the steam.

Qing'er thought that this is also very beautiful.

The sound of the piano continued without stopping, or several tunes were changed, but Jing Jiu didn't pay attention.

Time passed slowly.

The night was getting dark.

Jing Jiu raised his head suddenly, and his figure disappeared from the lakeside.

Tong Yan also sensed the changes in the atmosphere in the Zen room, knowing it was not good, stepped on the thin snow on the stream to come to Mr. Li, turned around and struck out with a palm.

An invisible breath overflowed from his palm and spread out against the wind, like a mirror, reflecting the stone bridge, nunnery and blue sky in front of him.

In just an instant, those scenes became blurred, because a light layer of frost formed on them.

The extremely chilly frost easily broke through the Zhongzhou Taoism attached to the invisible light mirror, spread to the back of his hand and wrist, and then continued upward.

Tong Yan's face was pale, and he felt that the speed of the real essence flowing in his body had dropped sharply, that is, even the aura of Yuanying was weakened by a few points.

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In the meditation room, Xue Ji had opened her eyes at some point, a terrifying chill emanated from her dark pupils, and extremely tiny but beautiful snowflakes were flying in the air.

Jing Jiu smashed thousands of small snowflakes, came to the front of the quilt mountain, stared into her eyes and said, Stop.

Xue Ji looked at him quietly, and judged that this human being was threatening her.

No one in Chaotian Continent can threaten her, but Jing Jiu has already done so twice, because he has seen her weakest side, and she has what she wants most - that absolutely cold world.

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Before the stone bridge, the chill disappeared.

Frost and snow had already covered Tong Yan's shoulders.

He coughed twice, coughing up some blood like a red spar, obviously seriously injured.

Mr. Li is not a practitioner. Although he did not directly face the attack of the chill, he was injured more seriously and had already passed out in the snow.

Tong Yan turned to look at him, shook her head, stuffed a elixir into his mouth, and asked the nuns in the nunnery to carry him back to the house together with the guqin.

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There is fire in the lamp. You should be able to perceive it very clearly. If you understand all the connections between these lights, you will be able to master this formation.

Jing Jiu took out a thin booklet from his sleeve and put it on the quilt in front of Xue Ji: This is also a kind of formation, you learn it as soon as possible, and then we will leave.

There was no writing on the cover of the thin book, and it was picked up by the wind coming in from the window. The ink inside was very fresh, and it should have been written just now. The words were simple, but the sword shapes drawn were extremely complicated. It made me dizzy when I looked at it, and it was even more difficult to learn.

If Gu Qing was present at this time, he would be able to recognize this thin book as the most important Chengtian Sword Art of the Qingshan Sect.

After finishing this task, Jing Jiu walked out of the meditation room and came to the stone bridge.

He said to Tong Yan: The Snow Country only has classes, no society, she has no companions, only subjects, so she only knows orders and no other forms of communication. If there is any life that cannot feel her will, and does not show an attitude of surrender in time, she will judge that it should be wiped out.

Tong Yan asked: So the first thing she did after waking up was to kill him? Then why are those old nuns in the nunnery all right?

Jing Jiu thought for a while and said, Maybe she's tired of listening to the piano these two days?

Tong Yan was silent for a while, then said: We must find a way to solve it.

If this is the case, wherever Xue Ji goes, people will die, they have no way to hide her whereabouts, and those dead people are so innocent?

Jing Jiu said, Yes, she needs to learn another way to get along with life.

Tong Yan said: First of all, you must be able to communicate with her. If you can understand her, you are the best candidate.

Jing Jiu said: I haven't been ordered by anyone, so I can't form a real and effective communication with her.

Tong Yan said: So?

Jing Jiu said, You go.

After saying this, he went back to the snowy lake and continued to sharpen his sword, as if nothing had happened.

Tong Yan was silent for a long time, then walked into the meditation room with heavy steps.

Xue Ji's chill no longer overflowed, Dayuan City was free from snow and wind, and the surroundings of the nunnery became much warmer and humid, but the Zen room was still very cold, and thick frost formed on the walls and eaves.

There are more than ten transparent ice hangings on the round window, which divides the scenery of snowy lake and winter trees into many thin strips, which has a different and strange aesthetic feeling.

Xue Ji was still wrapped in a quilt, only her small face was exposed outside.

Her face was all white, with no nose or mouth. The strange thing was that it was not ugly, but had a different and strange beauty.

Tong Yan thought to herself that it really is the highest level life in Chaotian Continent.

The ultimate person is extraordinary, this is a common view in the practice world.

Whether it is extremely beautiful or ugly, extremely positive or extremely strange, it means extraordinary. The opposite is also true, but any truly powerful being must have an extremely outstanding or impressive appearance.

Thinking of Jing Jiu's face, Tong Yan suddenly felt a little bored.

If you feel that life is boring, you will naturally be more fearless.

Tong Yan calmed down, saluted Xue Ji and said, Your Highness, I am Tong Yan, a disciple of the Zhongzhou School.

Xue Ji didn't respond, let alone uttered a sound.

Tong Yan believed that she would be able to understand human language, and continued: We may need to stay here for a while, waiting for the teachers to make a decision.

Xue Ji looked at him quietly.

Feeling the unprecedented pressure, Tong Yan said with a pale face: In order to fight against the one in the Snow Country, the human race should choose to help you. This is my calculation.

That pressure is gone.

Tong Yan stabilized her mind and continued: You are a high-level life with supreme wisdom. Many humans may not understand your intentions. In order to avoid misunderstandings and troubles, you may need to condescend to learn how humans communicate.

After saying this, he took out a bronze vessel, a porcelain vessel and some books.

There are inscriptions on the bronze wares and pictures on the porcelain wares. Among those books are the simplest Qiwen Jing and the anthology of Shixian.

These are all the things he bought in Dayuan City today. Before Jing Jiu said anything, he had already figured out what he might need to do next.

Being able to become the teacher of Princess Snow Country... This is something destined to be written in the history of the practice world, and it is much more important than Lu Qing's so-called emperor teacher status.

Tong Yan thought about these things, and aimed at Xue Ji on the side of the bronze with the most inscriptions.

He was going to start talking about the bronze inscriptions and continue talking about the hundreds of years of the ancient inscription movement. He believed that with her innate ability, she should be able to fully grasp the way of communicating with humans in a short period of time, and she should be elegant and perfect.

Xue Ji stood up suddenly.

She is very short, and the mountain of quilts in the meditation room did not collapse, but bulged up.

Tong Yan was a little wary.

Xue Ji suddenly ran out of the window.

The quilt she was wearing was so big that it dragged all the way to the ground, completely covering her feet, as if she was floating by.

Tong Yan was shocked, thinking what's going on?

lakeside.

Jing Jiu was going to dip some water to continue sharpening his sword, but found that his right hand was touching something hard, and when he looked up, he found that the lake was frozen again.

The breeze came with snowflakes.

Xue Ji came to the arena and stared into his eyes.

Qing'er was very frightened, she quickly slipped off his shoulder and hid behind him.

Every time before sharpening his sword, Jing Jiu would use the Chengtian sword technique to set up a formation to isolate the sight and disturbance from the outside world.

Now it seems that his Chengtian swordsmanship has no meaning to Xue Ji.

Jing Jiu once again felt that he should practice Chengtian swordsmanship better.

Immediately after he thought of a possibility, his eyes changed slightly.

Earlier he gave Xue Ji a copy of the Chengtian Sword Art, could it be that...she learned it in such a short time?

Oh~

Xue Ji was covered with a quilt, from the top of her head to her feet under the quilt, only her snow-white face and black jewel-like eyes were exposed, she looked like a playful and cute little girl.

Her voice is also very cute.

Jing Jiu looked at her quietly, thinking that this was really the scariest thing he had encountered in his two lifetimes of cultivating immortals.

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(I decided on this picture when I first thought about it. Please think of Xue Ji as ET. As I said before, I like Xue Ji very much. Many readers are discussing whether I will follow the routine and make her an apprentice of Shenmo Peak... Don’t even think about it~ hahahaha)