The Path Toward Heaven

Why do people feel sad?

To be sad is to be sad.

The spring breeze is sad for Baicheng, and the hero is sad for the beauty.

Love is sad, life and death are even more sad.

Naturally, Jing Jiu's sadness was not because of cowardice, nor was it because of meeting that person and thinking of a lot of past events, at least not completely.

That person was indeed special to him, but after all, it was that person himself, if he could kill him with one sword, he would naturally kill him.

We will eventually lose all connection with the world, leaving only solitude itself.

Jing Jiu touched the cat in his arms, looked at the stars in the night sky, felt the coolness of the universe front, and said to Zhao Layue.

Zhao Layue did not speak, because she was very sad at this time, just like when she was in Meihui, she always felt that he was slowly leaving this world.

Living in the world, there will always be various accidents, changes of heart, and finally death that cannot be escaped.

Even if ascetics can live forever, or even live forever, it can't be changed, but it can only make them see all the separation more clearly.

The Way has to be ruthless, or anyone will end up going mad.

Even if Jing Jiu had already crossed this pass, in the process of pursuing the Dao, loneliness would still appear from time to time.

All sadness, heartbreak, weakness and rage come from this.

This is not a bad thing.

Just like the wax spilled from the bark of a cut tree will become the most precious gemstone, solitude can help ascetics find peace again, and the Taoist heart can be peaceful again.

Many ascetics will deliberately seek this kind of experience in order to gain enlightenment, which is the meaning of the successor of Guocheng Temple.

Of course, this requires you to be able to overcome it, to absorb it, which often takes a lot of pain as a price, and it takes a long time.

That's it.

Jing Jiu said.

The sky is still full of stars.

The world remains the same.

He is still.

Back in decades, tonight he showed some normal emotions for the first time, and that was it.

Zhao Layue looked at him with a look of admiration in his eyes.

Ah Da looked at him with a look of awe in his eyes.

He was able to let go in such a short period of time because he had a higher goal.

He knew very well that loneliness was the price he had to bear.

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It doesn't matter if it's your mind or your luggage, whether you have weight or not, when Jing Jiu says to let go, he really puts it down.

He no longer thought about the word loneliness, no longer sad, no longer angry, and calmly began to deduce and calculate.

——As Ah Da said, he was not such a person before, so why was he so persistent all these years, went to so many places, and thought of so many ways to find peace? This may be influenced by the ray of consciousness left by Tian Jinren, but there is actually a simpler reason, that is, he needs an answer.

In the late spring and early summer of last year, after reading so many books in Shiyue Peak and Jingzong, I came to the conclusion that there was a problem with the mist disappearing from the beginning, which meant that the person didn't want him to ascend from the beginning.

So he needed that answer even more.

More than 300 years ago, in the Guocheng Temple incident, the previous god emperor was seriously injured by Daoist Taiping, and died after only a few years of living. The old monk with the highest seniority and highest level in the temple died on the spot and was forced to reincarnate as the son of a mountain demon.

Then he led Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing to initiate the rebellion.

If it was after that, that person had a good reason to harm him, but why did he do it before?

And if that person wants to re-rule the Chaotian Continent and practice that crazy and evil idea, wouldn't it be the best thing to ascend and leave by himself?

Yes, the question Jing Jiu wanted to ask was that simple.

Why are you doing this?

This question really sounds like a common question in third-rate novels, like another very classic question, why don't you love it?

Naturally, it's not because you're getting ugly, it's just that I'm tired of you, so you are getting uglier in my eyes.

But all things have their own rules of operation, unlike the unreasonable love between men and women, there must be a reason for everything, and there must be a reason for everything.

This question also applies to the ancestors of the Zhongzhou faction. No matter what ambitions the Zhongzhou faction had, Jingyang Feisheng's departure should be what they were most willing to see. Why did Bai Ren sneak attack on him, thus bringing so many variables?

This question has always troubled Jing Jiu, until he heard the three last words of Huiyuan monk in Pinggu Temple, and he vaguely understood something.

Now that person has begun to emerge, or die, or become another existence, it is difficult for him to ask the answer, so he can only find it by himself.

How can I find out? He needs a rock from another mountain or a mirror in which he can see himself.

Successful ascension, but being knocked out of the dust, such an experience is extremely rare in the history of the practice world.

There are indeed many exiled immortals in the legends of Chaotian Continent, but most of them are just rumors, and only one person may be true.

After being expelled from Qingshan, Nanchong is said to have met the former Sword Immortal Cave Mansion on a certain island in the sea, got the inheritance, and achieved the prestige of the ancestor of Kirishima.

That piece of sea is the West Sea. Interestingly, that island is called Falling Immortal Island.

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Five years ago, Liu Ci severely injured the Sword God of the West Sea with a sword and killed Nan Chi.

Wherever the sword light touched, the disciples of the Xihai Sword Sect suffered heavy casualties, and the Flying Whale, the divine beast of the Zhen Sect, also turned into countless huge lumps of meat and sank to the deep seabed.

The flying whale is too huge. Even after such a long time, it still hasn't been eaten by the small fishes on the bottom of the sea. The carrion exudes an unpleasant smell, which comes to the surface of the sea with the tiny bubbles and fills the air.

Those smells were really pungent, even dazzling, and they couldn't be completely dispelled by using formations. The disciples of Bihu Peak stationed in the West Sea Islands were a little bit miserable.

The master of Bihu Peak, Cheng Youtian, participated in the master meeting, as well as last year's Battle of Lengshan, and now he has returned to Xihai. He is very aware of the feelings of the elders and disciples. Although the sea in front of him is magnificent, it tastes far worse than the lake in Bihufeng. Moreover, although the spiritual veins here are good, how can it compare to Qingshan?

He sighed, thinking to himself when will the young real person in charge call himself back?

Just when he was thinking about this matter, a bright red sword light suddenly appeared in the sky, he was slightly startled, and hurriedly led his disciples out to meet him.

What he didn't expect was that the young real person in charge also came.

Let Shiyuefeng come and replace you four years later.

Before Cheng Youtian could speak, Jing Jiu spoke directly.

Four years is not too long for a monk, Cheng Youtian can't ask for anything more.

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According to Jing Jiu's request, Cheng Youtian left.

Zhao Layue glanced at him and asked, Why four years?

It is impossible for Jing Jiu to say this age limit casually, it must have a deep meaning.

Jing Jiu didn't explain, but said to Ah Da, Look for it.

Nan Chi was expelled from Qingshan, and the previous generation of Immortal Sword Cave Mansion he met was said to be on this island.

After the Qingshan sect obtained the West Sea, they had already searched carefully many times, but found nothing.

The legendary Sword Immortal Secret Book should have been taken away by the Sword God of the West Sea, but why are there no other traces here?

What Jing Jiu was looking for was not the secret book, but something else.

Not long after, a white light returned to the stone window like a giant painting.

Ah Da shook his head, but found nothing.

Not even a trace of a guardian of the Tongtian Realm can be found. Is the legend just a legend, and the story of the previous sword fairy is false?

Zhao Layue said: If you are looking for some ordinary traces, maybe they are in an ordinary place.

They went to Shaoming Island.

The upper half of this island was cut off by the Sword God of the West Sea, and the cobweb-like tunnels and formations, like an irregular combination of points and lines, were exposed to people's sight.

Looking at the picture in front of him, Jing Jiu naturally thought of the catastrophe caused by the fairy talisman, Liu Ci, and after a moment of silence, he thought of Tong Yan again.

Tong Yan is still in the underworld and hasn't come back, so she doesn't know what happened.

A strong wind blew up in the library, and all the books were suspended in the air, rattling by the wind, as if they were being turned by countless invisible hands.

Jing Jiu stood in the sea of ​​books, and after looking at them for a while, he reached out and took down a book.

It was a very common book of sword immortals, and it was all about ordinary people's imagination and yearning for the world of practice. It was basically absurd and not worth mentioning.

But on a certain page of that book, someone left a sentence.

I am also immortal and crazy, so am I.

From those sword-like strokes and aura, Jing Jiu judged that it should be Nan Chi's handwriting.

Zhao Layue glanced at him and said, Are you looking for a book?

Jing Jiu said, Find all the old books in Haizhou City.

Haizhou has been built for more than ten thousand years. Whether it is the state school or the houses of aristocratic families and wealthy merchants, there are a lot of books. I don’t know how many books there are in the state records.

It is impossible to confiscate all these books in a short period of time.

But Xihai is already Qingshan's territory, and they can't say impossible to the head of Qingshan.

It only took three days, Cheng Youtian brought the elders and disciples of Bihu Peak back to Shaoming Island with a whole sword boat full of books, and stopped on a section as flat as a cake.

No matter how well those old books were kept, they didn't smell very good. They mixed with the smell of carrion overflowing from the seabed, which made Ah Da sneezed several times.

Jing Jiu didn't care about these, he stretched out his hand to bring the breeze, turned the pages, and began to read these tens of thousands of books at the same time.

It didn't take long for him to find the person he was looking for in the county annals and a miscellaneous examination of a county in Haizhou.

More than three thousand years ago, a middle-aged lunatic suddenly appeared in that county.

That middle-aged lunatic would go for a run by the beach every day when he woke up, saying that the clothes didn't fit him well, he needed to be thinner, and he said he needed to be stronger, so that he wouldn't suffer when he argued with others.

When he was out of breath and sweating profusely, he would go to a small tavern on the edge of the county town to drink.

The middle-aged lunatic's favorite food is tuna, and he drinks rice wine from Penglai Island.

Then he would drunkenly repeat a sentence over and over again.

Don't go out.

Don't go out!

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If that was the case, this middle-aged lunatic would definitely not be eligible to be recorded in the county annals.

The problem is that one day he drank a little too much and said a few words too much.

That day, he held the shopkeeper's hand, his eyes were red, and he kept babbling: It's on fire outside, don't go out!

The shopkeeper knew him well, and said with a smile: In this case, why don't you go out and put out the fire?

The middle-aged lunatic said seriously: How can the fire be extinguished? We can live here if we stay here.

The shopkeeper said: What if the torch burns down the house?

The middle-aged lunatic looked at the sky, with a look of rejoicing in his eyes, and said, Fortunately, the walls of our house are made of iron, which is thick enough, so the fire can't get in.

The shopkeeper said with a smile: Could it be that there is an iron wall in the sky?

The middle-aged lunatic said seriously: The sky is an iron cover.

Hearing this sentence, the diners in the tavern laughed, and the air was filled with the smell of merriment.

The middle-aged lunatic was silent for a long time, and suddenly said a word: Since the secret has been revealed, let's do something.

After saying this, he walked to the other end of the long street in one step, and then jumped into the sky. Since then, he has never appeared in this small county again.

The people in the tavern saw this scene with their own eyes, and were so shocked that they couldn't speak.

That same night, the largest practice sect in Haizhou City was wiped out.

No one died, but the cultivation bases of all the disciples of that sect were abolished, and the cultivation methods were burned to nothing.

A few days later, a small sect in the West Sea suffered the same experience.

After a few days, the national teacher of the Jiaoren Kingdom who was most likely to see through the way of the sky demon was suddenly found dead on a shallow beach.

Those diners in the tavern that day still remembered the scene of the middle-aged lunatic walking to the other side of the long street and jumping into the sky, as well as the ridiculous things he said, so they naturally connected these things with him.

The question is, how can anyone believe what these people say? Just as some gossip, left a small mark in the county annals.

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I have impressions of these things.

Ah Da walked slowly to Jing Jiu's side, jumped onto his shoulder, looked at the county chronicle, and was silent for a while, At that time, there were many tragedies in Xihai, and the real master was going to see where the evil monsters were so arrogant, but the man suddenly disappeared. The real master thought it was an excuse for the powerful sects in the north to slaughter the small sect, so he didn't go into it.

From the looks of it now, that middle-aged lunatic should be the rumored former Sword Immortal who was playing games in the world for some reason. Suddenly, he wanted to exterminate the sect again, but he gave up inexplicably. He later lived in seclusion on the Falling Immortal Island, and never appeared again, leaving only a book of kendo secrets, which created the scenery of Nanchong and Wudao.

Jing Jiu opened the book of Sword Immortals again, and this time those seemingly absurd words had other meanings.

There are two sentences on the page where Nan Chi left his handwriting, which should be the self-evaluation of the middle-aged lunatic.

Lonely in the sky, I'm alone.

Lonely in the world, only me.

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(Only seeing Xiaoxiao’s circle of friends reminded me that the story of Jian Ke appeared in this world ten years ago today. I thought it hadn’t been long, but it has been ten years. Ten years of life and death are boundless. I didn’t understand it before, but I probably understand it now. Looking back at the presumptuousness and youthfulness of ten years ago, and thinking about writing this chapter last night, I really have mixed feelings. I am born as a human being. I don’t have to feel sorry, but I am really sorry for many people, including myself. Everyone wants a better life in the future.)