The Path Toward Heaven

The cloud boat of the Zhongzhou School did not stop near the Guocheng Temple, but went directly to the East China Sea, hanging in the sky, competing with the setting sun.

Looking at this scene, Zhuo Rusui was overwhelmed with pride and said those three words.

Liu Shisui felt the blood, but habitually kept silent.

Zhao Layue was very calm, thinking that she really wanted to fight.

Lu Qing didn't say a word, thinking how could he survive the fight?

Zhuo Rusui looked back at them and said, Can't you cooperate and say a few loud words?

At this moment, Jing Jiu's voice sounded from behind Jingyuan: Come in.

When everyone entered the Zen room behind Jingyuan, they found that the Zen master had left without knowing when.

Jing Jiu's eyebrows were slightly tired. Whether it was solving the problem of disappearing clouds or guessing the relationship between Taiping and Lianhua, it required a lot of energy.

Gu Qing told what happened by the stream again, and also expressed everyone's guesses.

Zhuo Rusui said: What exactly does Patriarch Taiping want to do? Or is he trying to make the mainland chaotic, so that mortals will die?

It's self-protection. Jing Jiu said, He is at his weakest moment. The more chaotic the practice world is, the safer he will be.

No one could understand his words, including Zhao Layue, Liu Shisui, and Xiao He who knew that real Taiping had picked lotus flowers.

Jing Jiu didn't express all his inferences.

He looked at Liu Shisui's slightly dark face, and thought to himself, brother, have you still not given up on making this child the next you?

Seeing him looking at him, Liu Shisui quickly knelt down, kowtowed three times respectfully, and said, Congratulations, young master.

Xiao He had already knelt down.

Zhao Layue is the master of Shenmo Peak, so she doesn't need to kneel.

Gu Qing didn't care, just kneeled casually.

Zhuo Rusui was a little helpless, and knelt down on the floor slowly, but did not kowtow.

Jing Jiu knew that Liu Shisui was going to kowtow, so he accepted it calmly and said, Okay, let's go, she stays here.

Liu Shisui is now a scholar at Yi Mao Zhai, so he naturally wants to go back to Yi Mao Zhai.

He understood what the young master meant, and understood the young master's temperament better, so he was about to leave when he suddenly thought of something and asked, Young master, what about the chair I made?

Jing Jiu said, It's okay.

After receiving this evaluation, Liu Shisui left happily and satisfied.

Zhuo Rusui had seen this situation of getting along with master and servant the most in Qingtianjian Illusion Realm, but until now he still couldn't accept it, just like the other incident.

He looked at Liu Shisui who was walking towards the outside of Jingyuan, shook his head and said, I'm not used to seeing him wearing this scribe uniform, he still looks like a farmer no matter what.

Jing Jiu said, Ten-year-old farming is very good, and I was also taught by him.

Not only Zhuo Rusui, but even Zhao Layue and Gu Qing didn't understand, why did you learn to farm?

If you can't figure it out, don't think about it. Gu Qing thought about the cloud boat in the sky of the East China Sea and the meeting that was about to start soon, and asked, Master, do you really want to fight next?

Jing Jiu said, Fight, not now.

Anyone can see that there is a clear gap between the current Qingshan sect and the Zhongzhou sect in terms of strongest combat power, so the northern sects like the Kunlun sect are becoming more and more presumptuous, and even Liu Shisui dared to move.

No one can fill the vacancy left by Master Liu Ci in a short period of time. Jing Jiu can take the position of head, but he can't make up for it.

Lu Qing was a little surprised, and said, Then give way this time?

Jing Jiu looked outside Jingyuan, knew that the other party was coming, and said, If you want to let me go, why should I come in person?

Someone asks to see you.

Zhongzhou Pai Bai Zao.

Hearing Da Changseng's voice, Zhuo Rusui and Gu Qing naturally bid farewell to Jing Jiu and walked out of the Jingyuan.

After a while, Zhao Layue came out with her hands behind her back, looked at Ah Da in the pile of fallen leaves under the pagoda, and wanted to take him away, but she didn't. Ah Da looked at her back and was about to follow her, but suddenly felt that he understood what she meant, so he turned back and merged with the pile of fallen leaves, his ears perked up quietly.

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Bai Zao stood in the courtyard.

Jing Jiu sat on the porch.

There is an indescribable atmosphere in the courtyard, which is very faint but very clear. It may be a sense of strangeness, but it is not entirely the case.

When they were in Xihai, the two had once looked at each other from a distance, other than that, they hadn't seen each other for a long time.

Time can dilute many things, such as the six years in Xueyuan, it seems to be a previous life.

Jing Jiu was very calm, without emotion, not even much emotion.

This is something that ascetics will inevitably experience.

It's just that the long years of monasticism sometimes make many things lighter, and sometimes it makes many things thicker. This is probably the difference between water and wine.

Xueyuan has been sleeping for six years, but she always feels that she always remembers those nights, those fire lights, and that figure from behind.

She looked at Jing Jiu quietly without speaking, as if she was waiting for something.

Naturally, she didn't wait for Jing Jiu to speak first, that kind of childish anger would not happen to her, and she knew that it was of no use to Jing Jiu.

Waiting for the twilight to be thicker, waiting for the autumn wind to return.

In the rustling sound, the fallen leaves fluttered with the wind, and were illuminated by the setting sun into a bright red color, like fire and flowers, falling on her body like rain.

This picture is really beautiful.

Jing Jiu had an expression of appreciation.

Beautiful pictures and smart people are his few hobbies in this world.

She still remembered the crabapple tree in the well house in Chaoge City, and she still remembered that he liked to watch the crabapple flowers fall on her body.

Now she also confirmed that Jing Jiu still remembered those things, that was enough, gently lifted the hem of her skirt, walked to the porch, and sat on the floor opposite him.

The white ribbon hung down by her side like a cloud that had absorbed the rain.

Jing Jiu still didn't speak.

Bai Zao moved two steps forward, put his hands on the ground through the ribbon, and leaned forward slightly.

At that time, the little princess of Qin State was like this.

But now Jing Jiu is not the little prince of Chu who can't refuse, so naturally he won't let her fall into his arms again.

He stretched out a finger, tapped her forehead, and made her body stop in mid-air.

Time stops here.

Ah Da hid in the pile of fallen leaves in the courtyard, looking at this scene, he thought not to mention, it was quite beautiful.

I don't know how long it took, Bai Zao sat back, restrained her shame and said, I want to hug.

Jing Jiu said, We're going to fight.

Bai Zao said, It's because we're going to fight.

Jing Jiu smiled slightly, but didn't speak.

Bai Zao plucked a golden fallen leaf from the hem of her skirt and gently placed it in his hand.

In the pile of fallen leaves in the courtyard, Ah Da's eyes became a little cold.

Bai Zao looked at his face and said softly: When I first saw you, I thought you were extraordinary.

Jing Jiu said, Many people are like this, just get used to it.

For example, the people, cats, and cicadas on Shenmo Peak will no longer make a fuss, lose their minds, or go crazy just because they see his face.

Bai Zao smiled and said: But the surprise you brought to the world is still far beyond my imagination. How can you...become the master?

When she said this, she was indeed smiling, she was really proud and happy for Jing Jiu, but at the bottom of her smile, there was a very clear trace of regret, even sadness.

If it was still the same situation as before, even if Jing Jiu was a talented disciple that Qingshan focused on training, it would still be possible, but if Jing Jiu became the head of Qingshan, it would no longer be possible.

Because she will be the head of Zhongzhou for the next generation.

Bai Zao got up to leave, but said something before that.

I know senior brother Tong Yan should be in Qingshan, please excuse me.

How could the Zhongzhou faction let Tong Yan go, I don't know how much energy they spent looking for him in the past few years, but they couldn't find him anywhere.

She and Tong Yan are siblings, knowing what he was thinking at the time, she naturally guessed where he was most likely to go.

Jing Jiu said, He's not in Qingshan.

Bai Zao knew that he didn't need to lie to himself, so he was a little surprised, thinking where did that senior brother go?

Jing Jiu suddenly said, At certain critical moments, you have to be careful yourself.

Bai Zao was silent for a while, then said, Can you be more clear?

Jing Jiu said, I can't, because I haven't figured it out yet.

If you know something, but you don't know why.

Bai Zao understood what he meant and left.

Jing Jiu picked up the golden leaf and held it up to his eyes for a look.

No two identical leaves can be found in the world, no matter the shape of the petiole or the direction of the veins.

And he never thought about which leaf to treasure.

Born on the tip of the willow, it falls after dusk.

The leaf is the leaf itself.

In the pile of fallen leaves, Ah Da watched him quietly.

After an unknown amount of time, Jing Jiu let go of the leaf.

The golden leaves were not broken, they floated leisurely to the front of the pagoda, and landed on the pile of fallen leaves, just covering Ada's eyes.

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Jing Jiu didn't lie, Tong Yan was indeed not in Qingshan.

He is in the underworld.

There is a faint smell of burnt leaves in the air here, which should come from the River Styx.

Styx looks like an underground river formed by magma, but it is not exactly the same. He has seen with his own eyes that there are corpse boats covered with flowers walking on it.

There are only three colors in this world, black and white and fire, whether it is mountains, rivers or fields, it looks extremely boring and monotonous.

There is a river of fire flowing in the dark sky, as if it will fall at any time, giving people a terrifying and depressing feeling.

For the human race, the underground without sunlight is the most barren world. For human practitioners, this place without the aura of heaven and earth is an unbearable hell.

If you stay here for too long, no matter how powerful a practitioner is, his true energy will be lost and he will die.

Tong Yan didn't know how long she would be in the underworld, her face turned pale.

Suddenly, an extremely eye-catching bright blue and a few dark shadows appeared in the black and white sky.

That is the underworld master and his disciples.

Tong Yan noticed that there was a very young child among those disciples.

The people in the underworld are all short, or pocket-sized, and that child is even smaller, with smooth black hair, delicate eyebrows and eyes, and bangs on his forehead like a leaf. He can't tell the difference between male and female. He looks like a beautiful puppet.

The underworld master treated the child very respectfully, and said, Your Highness, this is the envoy from the upper realm.

The child lifted his bangs, looked at Tong Yan, his eyes were full of curiosity, and said: The envoy has worked hard.

After saying this, the child was brought back to the ground by the disciples of the underworld master, as if he had just come to meet Tong Yan.

Tong Yan guessed the identity of the child, but remained silent.

The master of the underworld said, This is the next underworld emperor. Do you think Jing Jiu... the head master will like this child?

Tong Yan was silent for a while, then said, Cut your hair short, he might like it better.

Master Ming smiled and said, Although I don't understand the reason, it makes sense.

While they were talking, the sky in the underworld suddenly became brighter, illuminating a faint and unstable passageway.

In that passage, a figure with a strong coercion was moving upward at high speed, which looked like a bolt of lightning.

It was already above the abyss, leading to Chaotian Continent.

The master of the underworld looked at that place and said: This is the twelve priests. Their hearts are very wild and their blood is very righteous. It is very troublesome for me to deal with it.

Tong Yan said: He will die.

The underworld master said, Thank you.