The Path Toward Heaven

Ah Piao's cultivation level was a little lower, and she was so burned that she couldn't speak, so she could only give Liu Shisui a thumbs up.

Ping Yongjia was full of admiration and admiration and said: As expected of a senior brother, the sword skills are really good.

Yuan Qu suddenly remembered that many, many, many, many years ago, after the sword test meeting, he had discussed with Lu Qing the ranking of Shenmo Peak, and subconsciously glanced at Gu Qing.

Gu Qing looked as usual, as if he didn't hear Ping Yongjia's words, Yuan Qu was still a little uneasy, and after eating some meat, he put down his chopsticks and walked towards the edge of the cliff.

When he came to the bamboo chair, he squatted down and said softly: According to the rules of the sect, on the day of the ceremony, you need to take out the Chengtian Sword and accept the worship of all Qingshan disciples. Look...

When Lu Qing just came back from Chaoge City, he mentioned this issue.

Whoever has the Chengtian Sword is the head of Qingshan. This is what Jing Jiu used to block Fang Jingtian back then. Whether it is because of the sect rules or this sentence, the Chengtian Sword must always be present.

Jing Jiu touched Ah Da and said, That's the way.

Ah Da closed his eyes and hugged Han Chan tightly, pretending to be asleep, and did not hear this sentence.

It didn't take long for the hot pot to be eaten, and the disciples of Shiyue Peak came to clean up the mess, and at the same time brought an elder of Shiyue Peak and several young disciples of Qingrong Peak.

The elder of Shiyue Peak respectfully saluted Jing Jiu and said, Master Master, your dress has been made, can you try it on?

The girl disciples of Qingrong Peak suppressed their nervousness, curiosity, and excitement, and prostrated themselves with the colorful clothes in their hands.

Jing Jiu didn't expect being the head of Qingshan to be so troublesome, so he took a look at Yuan Qu.

Yuan Qu hurriedly explained: That time more than a hundred years ago, Master Liu Ci passed away less than ten years ago. According to the sect's rules, everything was kept simple. Today...

Listening to people explaining the Qingshan gate rules is also a very troublesome and boring thing. Back then, Jing Jiu didn't want to see Yuan Qijing for this reason. He stood up from the bamboo chair and said helplessly to the Shiyue Peak elder, Hurry up.

Seeing the stone gate of the cave slowly closing, Zhuo Rusui and the others looked at each other and almost laughed out loud.

Liu Shisui wiped the Bu Er sword on his sleeve, then buckled his wrist, turning it into a sword rope again.

In the past, Fuji Sword would have been extremely annoyed if it had been used to cut so much meat today and hadn't been cleaned carefully, and the vibrations would not stop, but today it may be because it is too close to Jing Jiu, and it appears to be extremely honest.

Liu Shisui walked to the edge of the cliff and stood beside Zhao Layue.

Zhao Layue glanced at him and said nothing.

In the past hundred years, except for Jing Jiu's long talk when he was unconscious in Guocheng Temple, they rarely saw each other.

But they were the first to follow Jing Jiu.

To be more precise, they were originally the people Jingyang left to Qingshan.

In this sense, their relationship is also special, with a very unique tacit understanding.

They once joined forces to kill Luo Huainan in Guiyun City, and hunted down Daoist Taiping together. They can know what each other wants to do without words.

But today Zhao Layue has something to say to him, because it is very important.

He can go.

Hearing this, Liu Shisui was silent for a while, then said, Then let's go.

The road doesn't have to go all the way.

What do you want to do after he leaves? I mean besides practicing. Zhao Layue looked at him and asked.

Liu Shisui looked beyond the sea of ​​clouds.

That is far away.

I want to call the wind and call the rain.

Um?

I want to travel thousands of miles in an instant, and I want to travel all over the world.

Liu Shisui smiled and said, I still want to sleep in a dream and wake up in a dream. (Note: I think it's Pharaoh's)

Sleeping in a dream, waking up is reality.

If reality is like a dream, then it is good.

Thinking about it the other way around, it means that the dream returns to the dream. (Note: mine.)

Zhao Layue understood these four sentences, but did not understand what he meant.

At this moment, with the sound of heavy rubbing, the stone door of the cave opened again, and Jing Jiu came out.

The elder from Shiyue Peak and several girls from Qingrong Peak followed behind with their costumes in their hands, their faces full of uneasiness.

What's wrong? Zhao Layue went up to meet her.

Jing Jiu said, I don't like it.

Zhao Layue went up to straighten his collar and said, Yes, you still look good in white.

Liu Shisui looked at this scene, smiled again, and said nothing.

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After staying in Shenmo Peak for three days, Liu Shisui said that he would go to other peaks to visit.

He hadn't been back for more than a hundred years, Gu Qing and others understood very well, Jing Jiu lay on the bamboo chair and waved his hands.

The apes suddenly yelled loudly, Gu Qing listened and found it meaningless, so he ignored it.

Liu Shisui didn't wield a sword, and walked down the stone steps with his hands behind his back, looking at the vines between the cliffs and the fine water flowing down, as if he was very interested in everything.

After walking for a long time, he came to an old wooden house. He stopped, went in to look at the black tea, and said to himself, Is this the house that Gu Qingxiu lived in?

Outside the wooden house, the calls of the apes kept coming and going. He glanced out the window and said with a frown, It's really noisy.

The whole world suddenly became quiet.

Leaving the wooden house, Liu Shisui continued to walk down the peak. In the early spring, there were green hills again, and the mountain wind was cool and pleasant. However, he took out the folding fan and shook it slowly. He could faintly see a flower painted on the fan.

Of the nine peaks in Qingshan, Shenmo Peak is the most lonely, only Qingrong Peak is relatively close, just looking at it like this.

Liu Shisui came to the foot of Qingrong Peak, reported his name to the disciples of Qingrong Peak who were on duty, and said that he wanted to go up to the peak for some fun.

The girls of Qingrong Peak knew that he was the legendary Liu Shisui, they were very surprised, and quickly saluted him, expressing that they don't need to communicate with the teacher, and asked him to do it himself.

Seeing his disappearing figure on the mountain road, these girls couldn't control their emotions any longer, and started talking one after another.

I heard that Uncle Liu's Taoist companion is a fox demon, so he was not able to stay in Qingshan. Today, I saw him full of righteousness, how can he look like a demon?

Marrying a fox demon does not mean that you are a demon. Now His Majesty the God Emperor in Chaoge City is born of a fox demon, so what?

Speaking of which, the way Master Liu shakes his fan really doesn't look like a cultivator, but more like a scholar.

You little fool, Uncle Liu is now a big shot in Yi Mao Zhai, and he was originally a scholar!

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Naturally, Liu Shisui didn't know what the girls were talking about behind them. He walked slowly on the mountain road, stopped to smell the flowers when he saw them, and reached out to touch the ancient pine trees, looking very interested.

After many years, he returned to Qingshan again. Like a child, he was full of curiosity about all the scenery and changes.

When he came to Lijian Valley, an elder from Qingrong Peak was there to meet him.

Liu Shisui said: Senior sister, I heard that pear blossom brew is very delicious, can you drink some with me?

The elder of Qingrong Peak was slightly taken aback, and motioned his disciples to go to the cave to get a jar of wine.

Liu Shisui saluted and thanked him, and floated up with the jar of pear blossom wine, and then came to Qiuyu platform.

Qiuyutai is the second highest place on Qingrong Peak. When the weather is good, you can clearly see the huge black rock on the peak and the flowering tree behind the rock.

If you are lucky or not, you may even see Nan Wang, the master of Qingrong Peak.

The weather is fine today.

Liu Shisui was sitting under the pavilion of Qiuyu Terrace, slowly drinking the most pure pear blossom wine, smiling and looking over there.

The fog gradually dissipated, revealing the picture of the top of Qingrong Peak.

Nan Wang leaned on the black stone, holding a small wine jug, looking at the sky and wondering what he was thinking, feeling very relaxed, no longer the drunken appearance of the past.

Liu Shisui looked there, with a warm smile in his eyes, and took a sip of wine.

There was a gentle breeze blowing up, blowing the petals off the flowering tree, and falling on Nan Wang's body one after another, like a gentle caress.