The Path Toward Heaven

(This is also the title of the chapter where Chen Xu meets. To be honest, the content of these chapters is out of the outline. I am being presumptuous. I have been in a bad mood recently, and I just want this pair of brothers to meet. Everyone is going to die. Why can’t they meet? I am too presumptuous now, let me write according to my temperament when writing the book.)

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In the northernmost part of the Ice Storm Sea, the wind whizzed past, bringing with it countless thunderous rumbles, the virtual realm was compressed into a thin layer, and the terrifying vortexes in the thunderfield turned into huge color blocks, instead of being so scary.

Even for those who are strong in the sea breaking realm, it is difficult to stay in such a ghost place for too long.

Moreover, it is only seven thousand miles away from the isolated ice peak in Snow Country, no human cultivator would dare to come here easily.

The sea water here has long been frozen, and the ice layer is unknown how many feet deep, and it is no different from the land.

In the howling cold wind, the figure of a treasure ship is looming.

Rather than saying that this treasure ship is breaking through the ice, it is better to say that it is dragging on the ice surface with the powerful power of the crystal furnace.

Patriarch Xuanyin stood at the bow of the boat, covered his head with his hands, and blocked the knife-like wind, his eyes fell on the slightly raised snow field on the right hand side, and he remained silent.

It has been seven days, and he has not said a word.

The treasure ship was moving too slowly. It had only traveled hundreds of miles north these days. To a strong man like him, it seemed that he hadn't moved much.

Even if a real person needs the crystal furnace in the treasure ship, he can completely dismantle it and take it with him, and then fly away together, why do he have to trap himself on this ship?

Moreover, the lotus of Yimaozhai has been picked, the scales of the fire carp have been taken, everything is ready, why hasn't it started yet?

What is the real person waiting for?

This guess made him a little uneasy.

What are you afraid of?

Standing on the top of the tallest mast, Yinfeng looked down at him, full of contempt and pride.

Patriarch Xuanyin looked in the direction of Xueyuan, sighed and said, This place is too close to Snow Country, who wouldn't be frightened?

Yin Feng said proudly: What is there to be afraid of? The Snow Queen is the highest-ranking being. If you are destined to die, dying by her hands is the best ending.

Patriarch Xuanyin narrowed his eyes and smiled, and said, But what if the people from the Qingshan Sect catch up?

Yinfeng turned her head and looked towards Fengxue's gloomy front, her eyes also became dark.

Patriarch Xuanyin covered his head and walked below the deck. Hearing the clearer sound of friction between the ship's belly and the ice surface, he couldn't help frowning, pushed open the door, and said to the young man inside: I don't feel good.

Yin San was wiping his face with a wet towel, listened to his words, put down the towel and asked, What's wrong?

His eyebrows and eyes are still delicate, but there are many dark gray spots on his skin, especially on the body covered by clothes, bumps can be seen everywhere, like wood that is about to grow branches.

No matter how many branches Chunlai sends out, they are very fresh and moving pictures, but if they are placed on human beings, they will be very ugly and terrifying pictures.

Now he is no longer the young man full of vitality, enthusiasm, and kindness, but just a poor patient.

He has the most terrible disease in the world, that disease is called time.

Time can destroy everything, and his body is slowly decaying with the passage of time. Willing to die is the best way to describe his current situation.

It is a miracle that he can survive until now.

Of course, he would have been a miracle itself.

I always feel that Qingshan will suddenly appear. I know they can't find us, but... it just feels bad.

Patriarch Xuanyin rubbed his reddened nose, not sure if his rosacea had not healed, or he had been blown by the strong wind for too long.

At most, Jing Jiu would come here with Ah Da in his arms. If he wanted to kill me, he should be prepared to die.

Yin San pressed down a bone under the ear that was about to pierce the skin with a wet towel, and said with a smile.

Patriarch Xuanyin frowned slightly, and asked, Where's Yuan Qijing?

What happened to Xihai made him a little tired. He won't tell the juniors in the mountains about this.

I don't know if he thought of the tall figure standing in front of him that day, Yin San was silent for a while, walked to the rootless lotus, and said calmly: And this is a matter between our seniors after all.

Patriarch Xuanyin narrowed his eyes and said, Didn't you say that he is not Jingyang?

Yin San smiled and said, Of course he's not Jingyang, but he thinks he is. Who can do anything?

Xuanyin Patriarch said: If he really thinks he is Jingyang, how could he come here alone?

Jing Jiu is lazy, Jing Jiu is afraid of death, Jing Jiu should be the same.

He'll come because he has a question he can't find an answer to.

Yin San stretched out his hand to touch the lotus, and said calmly: If I fail to become a feather, I will die. If he doesn't come here before then, he will never be able to ask me again.

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I don't know how long it took to fly north, but the surface of the universe front was covered with a light layer of frost, and so was Jing Jiu's body.

The flying sword stopped suddenly, and those frost particles turned into thousands of snow spots, leaving his clothes.

It is already extremely cold here, the heat marks left by the crystal furnace have disappeared without a trace, the wind and snow are endless, and it is difficult to distinguish between the ice sea and the land. If it is not for the notch on the ice surface, it is impossible to imagine that there is a treasure ship ahead.

The Snow Country is on the land on the right, under the extremely high and far sky, a transparent line can be faintly seen, which should be the transparent ice peak.

Ah Da poked his head out from his arms, shook his head, shook off the frost grains, and meowed a little puzzled, wondering why he stopped?

Jing Jiu said suddenly: Seng Huiyuan killed Chen Wen, even if it was Bulaolin's conspiracy, it's too shallow, it doesn't seem like his handwriting.

Ah Da thought to himself, so what?

Jing Jiu looked at the sea of ​​ice in front of him and said, He knows that I can find these clues, and that I will go find him. He has been waiting for me.

Ah Da was startled, and thought to himself that I would disagree with you if you want to come, the problem is that you don't listen!

Now it's all right, if the real person is prepared, I'm afraid we will all die!

Jing Jiu said: No one has done feathering before, and he doesn't have Zhuniao, so there may be only one out of ten successes. You don't have to worry.

Ah Da thought that according to your calculations, if Daoist Taiping takes the risk of becoming an immortal, the chance of surviving is basically zero, so why do you take such a big risk to chase him down?

Jing Jiu said, I have a question to ask him. If he fails to become an immortal and dies, who should I ask?

Ah Da thought to himself, are you going to ask him why he wanted to harm you in the first place? This is a plot that only exists in low-level novels.

Jing Jiu finally said: He knows what I'm thinking, so before I show up, he won't start to emerge.

Why are you brothers and sisters bothering?

Ah Da sighed, thinking that you were not such a person who was obsessed with answers before.

Yeah, I wasn't like that before.

Jing Jiu looked at the sea of ​​ice ahead, then at the snow field beside him, and then at the sky above. Those thunderstorm whirlpools that were flattened into color blocks remained silent for a long time.

Suddenly there was a wind carrying snow particles, hitting the cosmic front, making a crackling sound, like a piece of music.

He closed his eyes and began to think about the purest things he had seen in his life.

Snow in the twelfth lunar month.

Springfield in a small mountain village.

The voice of Xi Jianxi asked.

The girl in the snow field.

A girl from Sanqian Nunnery.

The little girl in Qingtianjian.

Then a piano tune sounded in his ears.

The sound of the piano ding-dong is like spring water, the title of the song is Liang Xiaoyin, but the tune is not blindly lively and festive, but clean.

It may be because Mr. Li in Dayuan City was too cold in the snow.

As if washed by spring water, the Taoist heart became more peaceful, and he saw a shadow hidden in the deepest part of no thinking and no thoughts.

Many years ago, he and Tian Jinren fought with their spiritual consciousness in the old Meiyuan Nunnery in Chaoge City and defeated each other.

Unexpectedly, Tian Jinren left a very faint shadow. As time passed and his realm increased, this shadow gradually became materialized.

The heart of the sword is transparent, and the heart of nature is transparent. This shadow can't hurt him at all, it just changes his temperament slightly.

It was precisely because the shadow was harmless that he would not notice the other person on weekdays. Now that he had discovered it at this time, he could erase it with a little thought, so don't worry about it.

It's just...how did that person know?

Congratulations to the real person for going to a hidden worry.

Ah Da said sincerely: We can go back now, right?

Jing Jiu said, Why? I haven't asked him yet, and I haven't killed him yet.

The universe front broke through the wind and snow and continued to move forward.

Ah Da was very angry, buried him in his arms, and kept biting the skirt of his clothes.

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The crystal furnace is still running, and there is still half a cabin of crystal stone left, shining like a frozen fish, but the treasure ship stopped on the ice sea.

Yin San came down to the ship with the help of the ancestor Xuanyin, and Yin Feng flew down from the top of the mast, bowing his proud head to show respect.

If I die, Yinfeng will tell you how to get rid of the Qingshan Sword Formation.

Yin San let go of Patriarch Xuanyin's hand, slowly moved to the side of the boat, looked to the far south, and gently smoothed out the few wrinkles on the newly changed clothes with his hands.

Thank you, Master. Patriarch Xuanyin rubbed his nose and said, But I won't wish you to die just because of this.

Yin San was a little surprised, and asked with a smile, Why?

No one wants to be an old dog. I have thought about many ways to betray you, and I have also thought about how to humiliate you and abuse you once I succeed. Of course, the previous attempts have failed, but I always thought that there would be a possibility of success in the future.

The ancestor Xuanyin's thinning hair fluttered around in the strong wind, looking very cheerful, But now I think it's very interesting to be with you and watch you do these things.

Really? I also think it's very interesting to live like this. Yin San laughed.

His face was deformed, his smile was a little scary, but his eyes were still so clear, and his smile was still like a spring breeze.

When he took your life card back then, he must have had some ideas. You should stop moving today and take a good rest.

He then said to Yinfeng: If something happens to me, you go back to Qingshan, and they won't do anything to you.

Yinfeng said with cold eyes: You are not in Qingshan, what should I do when I go back?

At this time, the wind and snow stopped suddenly, the dark clouds in the sky disappeared without a trace, and the color blocks formed by the thunderstorm vortex also disappeared, leaving only a piece of blue.

This piece of blue is so pure that it makes people a little scared and looks extremely strange.

Hundreds of miles away to the south, a small black spot appeared.

Is it that strong already?

Patriarch Xuanyin stroked his thinning hair, squinted his eyes and looked at it, his murderous intent gradually increased.

Yin San took out the bone flute, wiped it with his sleeve, and prepared to play a tune.

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The wind and snow disappeared suddenly, and the cosmic front was in the blue sky, reflecting the sky, like a thicker blue.

Ah Da floated up, looking at the treasure ship in the distance vigilantly, there was no fear in his eyes, only fighting spirit.

Counseling is just a kind of nature. When there is no retreat, the strong rationality of Qingshan guards tells it that only by fighting to the death can it survive.

Jing Jiu was also looking at the treasure ship.

Yin San quietly looked at the black spots in the sky.

The eyes of the two met.

Just like it was many, many years ago.

The sea of ​​ice suddenly shook, creating countless cracks.

There was a wave in the snow field, like thousands of troops rushing towards the coastline.

As expected of a real person.

Yinfeng looked at Yinsan, her eyes were full of admiration.

Then he looked at the little black dot in the sky, his eyes were full of awe, and said: Realist Jingyang is really amazing.

Amazing fart!

Patriarch Xuanyin looked in the direction of the snow field, his expression was extremely ugly, as if his ancestor had just died.

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In the sky hundreds of miles away, Ah Da looked in the direction of the snow field, and his expression was also ugly.

A divine sense came from the distant Snow Country.

Those cracks on the ice sea, those snow dust like galloping horses, are all the coercion that comes with the consciousness.

There is only one person in the Chaotian Continent who can make such a big commotion with only his divine sense across thousands of miles.

The distance between the two sides is too far, the divine sense has no lethality, but... she is here.

In other words, she was watching here from thousands of miles away.

The snow dust rushed across the coastline and came to the ice sea, turning into light snow all over the sky.

That divine sense is in those snowflakes.

Everyone felt a sense of curiosity.

It seems that you can't fight.

Ah Da looked at Jing Jiu with extremely complicated eyes: Should you brothers join hands and fight her first?