The Path Toward Heaven

If Xue Ji really learned the Chengtian swordsmanship, how long did it take her?

This is a question worthy of deep thought and careful calculation, because this will inevitably become a record in Qingshan's history.

Jing Jiu asked Tong Yan to teach Xue Ji how to communicate with humans normally, and then came to Snow Lake to set up an formation to sharpen her sword. Tong Yan took out bronzes, porcelain and those few books at the same time, which took a total of ten breaths at most.

No, the time should be even less.

Jing Jiu reached out to take the thin volume that floated in front of him, and burned it into blue smoke with the sword fire.

Looking at the green smoke, he thought silently in his heart that before Tong Yan entered the Zen room, Xue Ji had already finished watching it.

His expression didn't change, but his mood didn't.

He has retreated in Shangde Peak and Shenmo Peak all year round, and rarely entered the world, but after all, he has lived long enough, and he can be said to have seen a lot, especially after reading the notes left by his seniors.

He had never seen, or even imagined, an existence like Xue Ji.

Chengtian swordsmanship is the main sword of Tianguang Peak, and it is a must-knowledge for the head of Qingshan. It uses swords as a formation, and its complexity is only lower than that of Qingrong Peak's Unprovoked Swordsmanship.

How many years did it take Lu Qing to learn this set of sword techniques? How many years has Liu Shisui used it? Where is Zhuo Rusui?

How many years has he used Liu Ci? Brother, how many years have you used it? What about yourself?

Qingshan has been around for hundreds of years, and countless kendo geniuses are not as good as her.

Not as good as her.

Jing Jiu would not be disheartened, but he felt that the gap in life class was so huge.

Just like the moment before, Tong Yan thought of his face in the meditation room.

Really boring.

The things Tong Yan wants to teach you are really boring. If you don't want to learn, don't learn.

Jing Jiu looked at Xue Ji and said.

He had made up his mind that he could no longer teach her anything.

At this speed, she may only need a few days to master all the cultivation techniques in the history of the human race.

Most importantly, if she learned from those books about human hypocrisy, intrigue, and sometimes unreasonable indiscriminate impulses, then something really big will happen.

But... do you want to learn Go? One of the chess pieces is very similar to your eyes, so pretty.

Jing Jiu asked suddenly.

Qing'er confirmed that chess players not only have a heart but also a thick face. She couldn't help covering her face with her transparent wings, but she couldn't hide the shameful expression on her little face.

Xue Ji looked at Jing Jiu quietly.

If it were someone else, even a thick-skinned person like Zhuo Rusui would feel a little embarrassed under such gazes, but Jing Jiu would not, and calmly said: I said no, I can't even go to that place for the time being, let alone take you there, unless you can help me reach that state as soon as possible.

Qing'er knew where the place he was talking about was, and couldn't help but glance at him, wondering if this meant asking her to help you ascend?

Such a brazen request, to be able to speak so calmly and so naturally, is really...enough!

Jing Jiu naturally didn't expect Xue Ji to agree to his request on the spot, but just made a foreshadowing in advance, who knows what will be useful hundreds of years later.

The sword array was broken, so he couldn't sharpen his sword anymore, so he picked up the Qingtian Jian and left Snow Lake.

Xue Ji followed the quilt, looking like a flying little girl ghost.

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Mr. Li woke up leisurely, thinking about the immortal master who suddenly appeared in front of him earlier, and that terrifying Xueshuang, it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

He was about to leave with his guqin in his arms. When he passed the stone bridge, he happened to see the picture of Xue Ji following Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu stood in front of the old lady, patted her head like an elder, and didn't know what to say.

Mr. Li felt a little strange, but his eyes were attracted by Xue Ji.

That should be the little girl who was crushed in the quilt mountain that I saw the night before, right?

Li Gongzi thought that her illness was really cured, he was very happy after being surprised, and laughed at himself thinking about his anxiety at that time.

I am a mere mortal, and I am trying to save a fairy.

Just like back then, knowing that the girl was sick, I still wanted to ask for a pill for her.

It's ridiculous.

Mr. Li turned around holding the Guqin and walked out of the nunnery, his back was a little lonely.

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Immortals have different paths.

Tong Yan looked at the figure gradually going away, silently thinking about these four words.

He knew that this person played the piano not for people like himself, but for the senior of Shuiyue Temple, but no matter whether he was infatuated or long-term, or just some kind of distant looking, it was always futile.

When embarking on the road of practice, one must first understand this truth. The length of life span is different, and the level of the world is different. Old relatives and friends will always drift away gradually, and eventually they will see each other across the grave.

He understood this truth when he was five years old, and normally he would not have any emotion, but it may be that the similar situation made him feel some pity for this person.

He walked back to the meditation room, ready to put away those bronze wares and porcelains, and give them to Mr. Li in Dayuan City tomorrow, since Xue Ji didn't want to learn these, it would be useless to keep them around.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. He went to the window to look, and found that there were waves on the surface of the lake, and the universe front stopped on it.

Xue Ji was wrapped in a quilt and stood at the head of the sword, Jing Jiu stood behind her, Qing Tian Jian was tied behind her, and Qing Er sat on his shoulders.

Are you ready to leave now? Tong Yan thought to herself, how can Xue Ji's chill be blocked? Could it be that Jing Jiu had a way to bring the lamp array in the nunnery with him? And I haven't collected my stuff yet.

Just thinking about these things, he suddenly saw the apology in Qing'er's eyes, and his heart sank.

I can't help it, the Qingtian Mirror is in his hands. Qing'er said with an aggrieved face.

Tong Yan didn't say a word, and without hesitation, she sacrificed the magic weapon and blasted towards the lake.

It was daytime now, and the spring day was very bright in the blue sky, but it suddenly became dim for a few minutes.

The longevity lamps in the nunnery lit up at the same time, and the secret connection between them formed an extremely strong formation.

There was a loud bang.

The magic weapon flew back.

It was only then that Tong Yan realized that the array of lights in Shuiyue Nunnery was actually used to deal with herself besides isolating the chill from Xue Ji's body!

The cosmic front hummed slightly, and the fine lines on the lake became denser.

Tong Yan said to Jing Jiu, Are you really robbing?

Jing Jiu said: I won the bet with Qilin in Guocheng Temple. The Qingtianjian should have been used for a while. You can practice here with peace of mind. When you go to the West Sea, it will naturally be returned to you.

Tong Yan frowned, thinking how do you know I'm going to Xihai? Asked: She will be found, what will you do then?

Xue Ji's blood is too strong, the chill in her body can move the world, how can a quilt cover it?

Jing Jiu said, I'm leaving.

Not seeing how Xue Ji moved, the longevity lamps on the trees around Xuehu Lake shook.

Hundreds of sword intents spilled out from the front of the universe, and as Xue Ji's consciousness fell, they were tied on the quilt like invisible ropes.

This is Chengtian swordsmanship.

The chill on Xue Ji's body was locked up and no longer leaked out.

At this time, she looked like a little girl who forgot to add firewood at home, who was afraid of the cold, and was tightly wrapped in a quilt on the kang during the Chinese New Year.

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Mr. Li left the nunnery and walked out of the mountain.

After walking for a long time, he came to the intersection of the two streams.

There is a pond here with many lotus flowers growing in it.

It's spring now, and it's just gone through a terrible cold winter. Naturally, there are no new lotus branches, only last year's leaves, and it looks very bleak.

He stood by the lotus pond, silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly something fell from the sky, right in front of his eyes, he subconsciously reached out to catch it, and found it was a small porcelain bottle.

He looked up and saw a sword light flying towards the sky.

The sword light quickly disappeared into the sky within a few breaths.

He looked at the sky quietly, and didn't look back after a long time.