The Path Toward Heaven

It has been a year since the Zhongzhou faction attacked Chaoge City. The imperial palace has finally been initially repaired. With the help of Yimao Zhai and other sects, the imperial city formation has become stronger.

In the main hall, the Emperor is discussing matters with the ministers.

In the side hall, Gu Qing sat in front of the case and watched the memorial, while Concubine Hu Gui stared at him not far away.

Ah Piao was floating on the beam, and Ping Yongjia was lying flat on the couch.

There was a chill coming from the deepest part. It was clearly indoors, but the wind and snow kept falling and sprinkled somewhere on the ground.

Yuan Qijing was sitting there, and when all the wind and snow fell on him, he dived in without any overflow.

A breeze blew by, and Jing Jiu appeared in the side hall.

Ping Yongjia and A Piao showed joy, and hurried to pay their respects, then thought of the vision last night, and didn't know what to say to comfort them.

Jing Jiu walked up to Yuan Qijing and bowed deeply, very solemnly.

Yuan Qijing closed his eyes and ignored him.

Logically speaking, this is extremely impolite and should not happen to this Qingshan Jianlu.

It was only at this time that Lu Qing came to his senses, and hurried to Master's side, ready to report what happened this year as quickly as possible, but Jing Jiu waved his hand to stop him.

He walked into the main hall, and all the ministers, including the emperor, knelt down collectively.

Almost the entire Chaotian Continent saw the vision of heaven and earth yesterday.

The early morning of Dayuan Castle came early.

It should be late at night, but the sky is full of morning light, and the sun rises earlier.

What that means, everyone knows very well.

Why is he still so calm, like nothing happened?

Who plays the piano the best? Jing Jiu asked.

The master Hu Dashi who is best at playing chess is now nearly a hundred years old, and he said in a trembling voice: I can play it.

Jing Jiu said, Play a piece and listen.

It was a bit weird for everyone to be in the mood to listen to the piano at such a time.

It's unbelievable to be so cold.

Since the maids and eunuchs brought the precious guqin, Master Hu restrained himself and played a piece of music with his skinny fingers.

Jing Jiu said, It's not as good as the piano I listened to yesterday.

The hall was very quiet.

No one understood what he meant or what he wanted to do.

Lu Qing looked at him, very worried.

Back then, I learned a lot in just nine days. I thought life was a very simple thing. Only now did I realize that there are many things I can't learn, such as playing the piano, for example... Jing Jiu paused for a while, and then said: For example, I can't cry.

If He Zhan comes over, don't let him go back to the north. If he insists on going back, let Qingshan protect him.

He confessed to Gu Qing: Take me home later.

Lu Qing suddenly felt extremely uneasy.

Jing Jiu walked to the stone steps in front of the hall, looked at the distant sky, and said, It's really difficult.

After saying these two words, he closed his eyes and fell backwards.

His body fell to the ground without making much noise.

It was like a mountain collapsing.

Countless exclamations resounded in the hall, Jing Yao suddenly got up and rushed towards the stage, but was stopped by the eunuch sent by Concubine Hu Gui.

Ping Yongjia and A Piao came to the stone steps as quickly as possible, looked around vigilantly, and kept the ministers and eunuchs out.

Gu Qing knelt beside Jing Jiu, stretched out trembling fingers, touched his breath, and found that although it was extremely long and weak, it was not broken, and then confirmed that there was no trace of his sword's slack.

Fortunately, the most feared thing did not happen.

Lu Qing collapsed a little, his legs went limp, and he sat on the ground directly.

Discussions in the hall gradually grew.

Gu Qing forcibly controlled his mind, picked Jing Jiu up from the ground, walked into the side hall, and prepared to put him on the soft couch.

Ping Yongjia suddenly thought that the emperor walked on this soft couch last year, which was a little unlucky, so he hurriedly stopped him.

Concubine Hu Gui said to Gu Qing: Go to my palace.

Gu Qing was silent for a while, then nodded.

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The security of the imperial city was raised to the highest level, and the flying chariots kept criss-crossing in the sky.

According to the last imperial edict of the previous emperor, Jing Jiu possessed the highest power in the Jing Dynasty. His sudden coma would naturally cause great shock and make people panic.

What people don't understand is why he suddenly passed out.

Ping Yongjia and A Piao stood beside the couch, looking a little helpless.

Lu Qing stood in front of the window with a dignified expression.

Naturally, he would not place Master on Concubine Hu Gui's bed, this was where he lived when he taught Jing Yao.

Jing Jiu has been sleeping for three days and three nights, but there is still no sign of waking up.

Lu Qing's mood became heavier and heavier, especially when he thought that the letter to Qingshan had already been sent out, why no one arrived?

At this time, the imperial city formation suddenly felt a sense. Someone tried to break into the imperial palace, but was stopped, and they were in a confrontation with the guards.

Seeing that the visitor was a little surprised, Gu Qing motioned for the guards to let him in.

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The invisible barrier in front of him suddenly disappeared, He Zhan slightly raised his eyebrows, broke into the imperial city without fear, came to the center of the square, and shouted sharply: Jing Jiu! Come out!

The vision of heaven and earth in Dayuan City three days ago was seen by the entire Chaotian Continent. He was deep in the snowfield, and he also saw the morning light.

Those morning lights are bright but not dazzling, just like those adventures he has had since he was a child, they are always so natural but dazzling.

Immediately afterwards, Xueyuan ushered in a majestic and desolate sword light.

The sky collapsed, and neither the monsters from the snow country nor the practitioners of the human race could continue to stay.

He Zhan didn't want to stay either.

When he was in Baotong Temple, he had vaguely guessed the identity of his aunt, so he became more arrogant, daring to go to Liming Lake to kill people, dare to enter the snowfield to kill monsters, and dare to scold the elders of those big sects.

With her here, he doesn't have to be afraid of anyone.

Now, she is gone.

He went to Dayuan City as quickly as possible, but found nothing, and then came down to Chaoge City under the guidance of the masters of Sanqian Academy.

What happened in Chaoge City last year has spread throughout the Chaotian Continent. Everyone knows the relationship between Jing Jiu and Lian Sanyue, and they also know that they left Chaoge City hand in hand to travel around the world.

Now that she is dead, Jing Jiu is still alive.

Of course, He Zhan wanted to come to ask for an explanation.

Whether you can beat it or not.

She is gone.

He is not afraid anymore.

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Gu Qing invited He Zhan into the hall.

All of He Zhan's anger, nervousness and murderous intent turned into confusion.

Jing Jiu lay on the couch with his eyes closed, without any breath, as if he had become a dead thing.

What's going on? he asked tremblingly.

No one knows the reason, Yuan Qijing may know, but he also closed his eyes in the main hall of the palace, and he does not know when he woke up.

Gu Qing thought about the experience of his master sleeping in Guocheng Temple for several years, and said: It may be related to the immortal energy.

This is the most likely scenario.

Even real Jingyang and Lian Sanyue would have to pay a huge price if they wanted to defeat the descending immortal.

Now one person is asleep and the other has passed away.

He Zhan felt very uncomfortable, but he had nowhere to vent, so he yelled angrily, and then began to cry.

Seeing him aggrieved, crying like a dead father, mother and orphan, Ping Yongjia and A Piao felt very strange, wondering why they were so sad.

He Zhan was crying because he didn't know.

No one knew about his relationship with Shuiyuean and Lian Sanyue.

After Jing Jiu's explanation, Gu Qing vaguely guessed something, and patted him on the shoulder to express his comfort.

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He Zhan didn't stay in Chaoge City, but left that night. According to him, Dao Sheng Cao Yuan was fighting the worst battle with the queen in the snowfield at this time, and he had to rush back to Baicheng to watch.

Jing Jiu didn't wake up, so Gu Qing would naturally follow his orders and send him home.

The question is where exactly is his home?

Logically speaking, he is the great-uncle of the God Emperor, and he grew up in the palace since he was a child. Of course, this is his home, but Gu Qing always felt that he didn't mean that, otherwise why bother to add this sentence?

Master's time in Qingshan is countless times longer than in the palace. For him, there is his home. Ping Yongjia scratched his head and said.

Lu Qing said: Even if Master meant it that way, you can't go back to Qingshan.

Qingshan is too far away, and Yuan Qijing is in Chaoge City, and now Fang Jingtian is in charge, and Jing Jiu, who is asleep, is sent back to Qingshan or Yunji Town...that is too dangerous.

Is it possible that the real person is talking about the Jing family of Taichang Temple? Hu Guifei asked.

Lu Qing, Ping Yongjia, and A Piao looked at each other, thinking that there seems to be some truth.

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Jing Jing's home may be the imperial palace, or Qingshan, but Jing Jiu's home is of course the Jing's house not far from Taichang Temple.

The black eaves of Taichang Temple are covered with dust, not as lively as before, but not as scary anymore.

On the evening when Gu Qing and others sent Jing Jiu back to Jing's house, someone came.

The sunset glow is extremely bright, like blood.

Zhao Layue stood under the crabapple tree, looked at Jing Jiu who was sleeping in the study, and remained silent.

With Furth's sword coming out, all the crabapple trees were chopped into pieces, and the twilight light shone through the window, illuminating Jing Jiu's face more clearly.

The detritus of trees and flowers fell with the wind, but none of them fell on her body.

The breeze gently brushed her black hair around her shoulders.

After she heard about Chaoge City last year, she began to grow her hair, which was almost waist-length.