The Path Toward Heaven

Yin Feng looked back at him, not understanding what he wanted to say.

Actually, from the point of view of a monk, there is nothing wrong with my thoughts, but why are there not many people who support me? Because they are afraid of the unknown? No, it is because they have too much known. Yin San withdrew his gaze and looked at the ancestral hall of the Liu clan in the distance: Ascetics who cannot ascend often leave their own blood.

Patriarch Xuanyin touched his head and said, It's normal.

Yin San glanced at him and asked, What about you?

Patriarch Xuanyin still has dozens of years of life left, but he didn't intend to leave any descendants. He said, I heard that Su Ziye did a good job in the west.

Yin Feng mocked: You actually pin your hopes on a disciple who dares to betray you?

Patriarch Xuanyin sneered and said, How can you, a bird, understand the meaning of human inheritance?

Yin San smiled, and continued: The ancestor of the Liu family was Liu Ci's younger brother. Liu Ci was arranged in this small mountain village in order to avoid disaster for future generations. He only wanted them to survive. Who would have thought of creating a Liu Shisui. After Liu Ci died, no one took care of him, and this place has become what it is now, which is far worse than the Yuan family in Lelang County.

Listening to the voice from the ancestral hall, Yinfeng shook her head in disgust, and said, I don't even know what it means to live like this.

Yin San said: It's really meaningless and useless for a mortal like this to live in a daze.

After saying this, he bent down to pick up a small stone on the ground, and then bounced it out.

The door of the farmhouse was closed.

The small stone landed on the door with a soft slap.

A flower bloomed on the door panel, which was splintered wood thorns.

The little stone broke through the door and continued forward in the night sky until it encountered the tree by the pond.

Many years ago, Jing Jiu lay down here, and taught Liu Shisui the Qingshan sect's mind here.

There was another light snap, the bark split, sawdust flew across, and a small hole appeared.

The little stone continued to fly forward.

Flying over the rice field that was cut like the head of the ancestor Xuanyin.

Flying through the tangled forest like a phoenix's tail feathers.

A small hole was punched on the plaque of the ancestral hall.

Break through the light in the shrine.

Through the cries of widows in tatters and naked bodies.

Through the eyes that stared at her body full of justice and malice.

Through the feeble breath of the dying tenant in a pool of blood.

I came to the deepest part of the ancestral hall and the highest point.

There is a grand master chair there.

An old man of the Liu family sat on the chair.

There was another soft snap.

A blood hole appeared between Old Master Liu's eyebrows.

A stream of blood flowed out slowly.

He fell back slowly.

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On the locust tree in Shangzhou, Yin San was carrying pebbles half-clothed and smashed the mice all day, but he couldn't kill any of them, that's because he didn't want to.

He is very good at killing people. As for whether he is willing or not, it depends on his mood at the time.

Clap clap!

The small stones kept flying like this, leaving countless small holes on the door panel and countless white lines in the village under the night.

There were no screams, but there were exclamations and running sounds, which gradually became low and then disappeared.

Countless people fell in Liu's ancestral hall and various houses, lying in pools of blood.

Yin San clapped her hands, and looked into the distance in the night again.

Qingshan Jiufeng is there.

Shangde Peak is the third peak, so I am called Yin San.

Shenmo Peak is the ninth peak, so your name is Jing Jiu.

This is a new life.

You step into a new river.

I shouldn't have done that.

I am not Yin San.

I am still that big river, running to the east, mighty and mighty, if you follow me or oppose me, you will perish.

Let's go, he said softly.

Yinfeng didn't dare to fly near the green hill, and landed on the ground, like a lizard, sprinting forward quickly.

Patriarch Xuanyin knelt down and picked him up.

Aoyama is still on the other side of the night.

They went to the other side.

He never looked back.

From this moment on, he is no longer Yin San.

He is the real Taiping.

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When Liu Shisui received the news and rushed back, it was already a few days later.

There was a bang.

The Bu Er sword turned into a bright light, retracted into his wrist, and turned into a sword bracelet, You Zi trembled slightly, expressing his uneasiness.

A few days have passed, and the smell of blood still lingers in the mountain village. Fortunately, disciple Qingshan arrived in time, and the corpses did not rot.

Hundreds of corpses were piled up in the rice fields, including men and women, old and young, with a blood hole between their eyebrows. The picture looked extremely terrifying.

Whether it was the Qingshan disciples, the government servants of Fuzhou, or the officials of the Qingtian Division, they were all cleared out.

Zhao Layue squatted in front of the corpses and looked at them.

Liu Shisui walked behind her, clenched his fists slightly, and said, Can we still catch up with them?

Since the death of his parents, he has never been back to the small mountain village, and he has never seen these relatives.

Perhaps some of them had a means of killing themselves, but what crime were those children?

It's useless to catch up. Zhao Layue stood up and said, Three Tongtian walk together...No one can kill them unless the Qingshan Sword Formation is used.

Liu Shisui was silent for a while, then said, I hope they don't grow old too fast and die too early.

Zhao Layue said: I don't understand why they exposed their whereabouts near Qingshan. Is it because of Fang Jingtian's affairs? Or does he just hate Liu Ci so much?

Neither. Liu Shisui looked at the corpses in the rice field and said, This is a letter of war to the young master.

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As the autumn wind blows, it will be clear first and then cold, and Chaotian Continent will gradually usher in another winter.

What happened in Qingshan soon spread throughout the mainland. People knew that Fang Jingtian was defeated by Jing Jiu's sword, and also knew about the murder in that mountain village. It wasn't until this time that the young disciples of the cultivation world and Qingshan Sect finally understood why their masters would be so vigilant when they mentioned Taiping Daoist, and only wanted to kill him.

This patriarch is really crazy.

Nothing similar happened in the next few days. Daoist Taiping, Xuanyin Patriarch, and Yinfeng disappeared without a trace again, and the whole continent became calm, but whether it was Chaoge City or the gates of various sects, they could smell the ominous smell in the autumn wind. Even the King of Fire Carp at the bottom of Lengshan gave a strong warning sign and swam towards the depths of the magma river.

These ominous smells and warning signs come from the great murderous intent hidden in the calm.

Like before the storm, like before the dawn, like before the world ends.

Everyone knows what Daoist Taiping will definitely do. The question is where is he now and what is he doing?

The Green Mountain Sect sent many Liangwang Peak disciples to search along both sides of the muddy water. Gu Han forcibly ignored the rule that they could not go out of the mountain until they broke through the sea. Jing Jiu chose to ignore it for some unknown reason.

In the Battle of Chaoge City a hundred years ago, the court's shutter man and Bulaolin cooperated once unintentionally. After that, the two sides maintained a superficial calm, and this time the calm was also torn.

The shutter man had secretly collected more than a hundred years of information at Gu Qing's gesture, and this time he cooperated with the Qingtian Division to launch another siege, and many of the old Lin remnants hidden in various sects and ministries were exposed.

From Chaoge City to Guocheng Temple, from Qianlifenglang to Yizhou, countless battles hidden in the night started almost at the same time, and it is unknown how many people died quietly.

But no one could find Daoist Taiping, not even a trace, he seemed to have disappeared out of nowhere.

Spring is naturally after winter, and there was a strong wind in Qianlifeng Gallery.

Unlike previous years when people were unable to shelter from the wind, this time many sects and representatives of the imperial court came against the wind and went to Yi Mao Zhai one after another.

Jing Jiu told Liu Shisui in Chaoge City that there was something going on with Bu Qiuxiao, and it was a good thing.

This thing is sanctification.