The Path Toward Heaven

Jing Jiu took Liu Shisui into the house, and came to the courtyard where there should have been a crabapple tree.

Xiao He was sweeping the broken porcelain on the floor, when she saw the two of them, she let out a soft cry of surprise, and then she woke up, and quickly bowed down and saluted.

Liu Shisui walked over, knelt side by side with her, and saluted respectfully.

Is this considered marriage? Jing Jiu asked.

Liu Shisui thought that if you wanted to think so, it would be fine.

The courtyard door moved slightly, and Jing Li walked over hurriedly, knelt down on the ground with a slap, her shoulders trembled slightly, and she couldn't cry.

Jing Jiu looked at this man with gray sideburns and obvious aging, and sighed inwardly.

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In this life, his name is Jing Jiu.

The well house not far from Taichang Temple is regarded as his home by him.

Before he fell asleep, he asked Gu Qing to send him home, which was here.

He really regarded Jingli as his nephew, let Master Baigui, the guardian of Qingshan, be in charge of enlightenment, and Gu Qing personally passed on the sword. Even if Jingli's talent was ordinary, it would not be so low that Jingli is still so low now, and he is already so old after more than a hundred years old.

This can only explain one problem, Jingli practiced without care, and the reason why she didn't care was naturally because her heart was already dead.

Jing Jiu didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly and went to the study.

The old man of the Jing family left many years ago, and the Jingshang couple also left 30 years ago. Jingli's daughter-in-law is not in good health, and they have no children. After Jingli's wife left a few years ago, he has become what he is now. Liu Shisui said with emotion: Too much affection, it is really not suitable for cultivating the Tao.

Jing Jiu asked, What about your family?

Liu Shisui remained silent.

Xiao He said in a low voice with some anxiety: The two old people in the village left many years ago, and their children also left.

This is the story of the Liu family in that small mountain village.

For a cultivator like Jing Jiu, a hundred years is just a sleep, but for ordinary people, it is the difference between life and death.

It is said that life is but a big dream, and it is true.

These years, Liu Shisui has been staying in the well house because he wants to take care of him, and also because there is nothing in the world that he needs to tie up.

Jing Jiu raised his right hand.

Liu Shisui lowered his head.

Touched.

Xiao He doesn't dare to have any emotions of jealousy now, she stands obediently by the side.

Jing Jiu glanced at her, thinking of her fellow in the palace, his brows slightly raised.

Back then in the Sea God Temple outside Haizhou City, Xiao He was pierced through the chest by the sword of Bu Er. Since then, she has been extremely afraid of Jing Jiu. Seeing his frown at this time, her legs softened in fright, and she knelt directly, although she didn't know why she knelt down.

It has nothing to do with you. Jing Jiu signaled Xiao He to stand up, and said to Liu Shisui, Bu Qiuxiao should be coming soon, you have to go back.

Liu Shisui saw too much life and death, and still couldn't adapt to it. He was very sensitive to words like I'm going to leave soon, and his face suddenly turned pale.

Jing Jiu said, Don't worry, it's a good thing.

Liu Shisui understood what he meant, and couldn't help being very pleasantly surprised, and said, Then I'll hurry back.

If it was Gu Qing, Yuan Qu or Zhuo Rusui, Jing Jiu would not have left just after waking up, but he has always done things straightforwardly, since the young master wanted to go back to Yi Mao Zhai by himself, he immediately packed his luggage and left Chaoge City with Xiao He. As for the need for time to get along to deepen the connection and relationship...why are you doing all this nonsense between him and the young master?

Fluttering, the blue bird landed on the window sill and looked into the courtyard.

Jing Jiu's gaze followed suit.

The crabapple tree went to nowhere.

Jing pear is still drinking.

Cen Xiangye is still alive, but the little girl who can only make cold tea has gone away.

This is the suffering of mortals.

Jing Jiu came to the street.

The scenery on the street is completely different from what it was a hundred years ago, not to mention the Buddhist hall moved from Jingjue Temple, other buildings are also new, of course, they are also old now.

The words things are right and people are wrong will bring great spiritual impact to ordinary people, but monks are used to it, if they come to the world.

Walking through the deserted streets, he climbed up the steps, walked into the Buddhist hall, and went to the back hall under the respectful guidance of the Zhike monk, where he saw Zenzi.

The spring breeze gently blows willow branches, with catkins, beautiful is beautiful, which is really annoying.

This was probably how Chanzi felt about Jing Jiu.

The bell is melodious.

Wind chimes jingle.

Two cups of weak tea.

Two futons.

Chanzi picked his foot, put it up to his nose and smelled it, and said, You are so lucky.

In the old plum garden, Yin San also said the same thing.

This sentence means that Jing Jiu was able to wake up, and it also means that he was able to break through to reach the sky.

You must know that in this life, he was born with the sword by turning all things, and he did not cultivate the ordinary way. He broke through the realm very quickly in the early stage, but it became more and more difficult in the later stage. First of all, he encountered the problem of sword ghosts when he entered the wandering realm.

The more mentioned here is not ordinary, but massive. When he broke into the sea at Bihu Peak, the thunder and lightning attracted by the green hill formation was barely enough. If he wanted to break through the realm, he might have to go deep into the thunderfield to absorb enough energy, and it may not even be possible.

Liu Ada was worried about this at the beginning.

Who would have thought that during the Battle of Chaoge City, Jing Jiu actually killed the clone of Immortal Bairen, took away all the immortal energy from that celestial talisman, and relied on the immortal energy to successfully advance to the Heaven-reaching Realm. There are only a few celestial talismans in the world, and they are all under the control of the Zhongzhou School, but he has used two of them one after another. What Chanzi and Yinsan said are right, this kind of luck is really good.

But is it really just luck?

The dark clouds covering Chaoge City, the tens of thousands of swords falling from the sky, the immortal avatar glowing with golden light, the round window and the lake in Sanqian Courtyard, the light spot that was blocked by the palm he slapped at Lian Sanyue and scattered like a butterfly in his arms...

Jing Jiu closed his eyes, opened them slowly after a long time, and said, Maybe.

Zenzi knew what he was thinking, and after a moment of silence, he said, What are you going to do next?

Jing Jiu said, I want to solve Yuan Qijing's problem.

Zenzi's expression changed slightly, and he said, The reason why I don't want to see you is because I know you will say this... I really can't do it, no one can do it, so don't be too obsessed.

Jing Jiu was silent for a while, did not continue this topic, and said: First solve the problem of Taiping, and then solve the problem of Zhongzhou School, and then practice with peace of mind.

These words are ordinary and indifferent, like eating a bowl of white rice porridge at noon, and eating hot pot at night... But these two problems can be solved so easily?

Zenzi said: Whether it is Taiping or Zhongzhou school, it is your own problem, but how to practice?

Jing Jiu said, Go out when the time comes.

Chanzi said: The question is how do you get out? Only one talisman can help you reach the sky, how much spiritual energy do you need to ascend? Even if you give you the last two pieces left by the Zhongzhou school, it's useless even if you really dare to stay in the thunderfield for ten years.

Jing Jiu said, As long as the time is long enough, it will always be enough.

Zenzi said with a serious expression: What I am worried about now is that even a complete spiritual vein may not be enough for you to ascend, how much do you really need? If you are given all the spiritual energy in the world, what will other practitioners do?

Jing Jiu said, We'll talk about it later.

Knowing that he wouldn't care about such things, Chanzi touched his head and said, I'm going to Baicheng, do you want to go and see it?

He hoped that Jing Jiu could stay away from Chaoge City.

Without even thinking about it, Jing Jiu said, No.

Then, he thought of Lian Sanyue again. Many years ago, she asked herself if she wanted to go to the snow field with him. What did she say at that time? Don't disturb my ascension... In fact, why bother? Maybe it was because he thought of this sentence, and he explained a few words in a rare way: I can't beat the Snow Queen, and neither can you, and even Cao Yuan can't.

Zenzi said: Cao Yuan's injury hasn't healed yet, so he couldn't do it in the first place.

Knowing that Cao Yuan was heartbroken by Lian Sanyue's death, Jing Jiu went crazy in the snow field and didn't say anything.

On the same day, Zenzi left Chaoge City and went to Baicheng to sit in town.

Jing Jiu went out of the city to see them off, watched Lian Yun disappear into the sky, and went to Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Layue's parents were still alive, so he didn't bother them, and directly boarded the boat and let the boat float on the lake.

During the day, he covered his face with a hat.

At night, he stared at the stars in a daze.

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It was very quiet in the palace.

Lu Qing was lying on the couch, his injury was gradually recovering.

Ping Yongjia has been taking good care of him, and Zhen Tao also enters the palace every day. A Piao confirms that he will not die, so he wanders around in the palace, discussing with Jing Yao about the emperor's business.

Only when the night was very dark, could Queen Mother Hu quietly take a look at him.

The sky is full of stars, and it looks like countless dumb eyes, which are infatuated with love and don't know how to blink.

Sitting on the edge of the couch, she looked at his pale face with a look of pity in her eyes, which soon turned sad again, and whispered, Do you just... want to die?