The Path Toward Heaven

The Zhang family is undoubtedly the leading big family in the old Chu land, and their power and status are not much worse than when the Grand Master Zhang was in power. This naturally depends on the fact that the old man Zhang is so capable, but only the members of the Zhang family know that the old man is really difficult to serve because he has many eccentricities.

Talking to the sky is fine, but he still has a hobby of digging wells. After moving back to the old capital from the south, the first thing he did was to dig a few wells in the courtyard. As Zhang's house expanded, more and more wells were dug in the courtyard. Walking through the corridor, bypassing the shadow wall, and under the trees in front of the flowers, you can see dark wells everywhere. Naturally, it is not safe, not to mention that the old man who likes to watch wells is getting weaker and weaker. What if he stumbles? So in the past two years, the Zhang family sealed most of the wellheads with iron bars.

It's a fart even if he blocked it, you guys start it for me!

Grandpa Zhang brandished his crutches and shouted with a flushed face.

The granddaughter supported his arm, looked at the gray hair of the grandfather, felt sad, and winked at her father.

The head of the Zhang family sighed helplessly, waved his hand to signal the steward to open the iron bars at the wellhead, and stepped forward to support his father's other arm.

Surrounded by dozens of respectable lords, wives, sons, and young ladies from the Zhang family, Mrs. Zhang began to watch the well.

When he reached the well named Yongquan, he leaned on the side of the well and looked at the bottom of the well, silent for a long time.

The family looked at him worriedly, fearing that something might happen.

This well is most similar to the one in the south... Mr. Zhang murmured.

In fact, the whole Zhang family has never understood why this well is called Yongquan. You must know that the groundwater in the capital is not abundant, and you have to dig very deep to see the water. There is no spring.

You all don't know, that guy is talkative... even more powerful than me, he keeps spraying water, tsk tsk.

Not knowing what interesting memories came to mind, a smile appeared on Mrs. Zhang's wrinkled face.

Suddenly, his smile disappeared from his face, his body shook twice, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The bloody water fell on the wall of the well and slowly trickled down.

There was an exclamation in the yard, and everyone hurried forward, trying to help him leave.

Mrs. Zhang's hands were like iron. He grabbed the edge of the well and stared at the dark bottom of the well. His pale face was full of sadness and anger, and he shouted: Your Majesty, kill her!

Hearing these words, everyone's expressions changed, and they wondered if the old man had reached the last moment, otherwise why did he get so confused?

Everyone knew that the majesty he called was the last emperor of Chu State.

That emperor died together with the brutal Qin Emperor many years ago.

What are you calling him for?

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Fluttering, fluttering.

A blue bird ignored the hostility of those iron eagles, landed on the top of Yunxing Peak, and transformed into a human.

Qing'er looked at Jing Jiu and Ping Yongjia, who were staring at each other speechlessly, and said with some anxiety, Something must have happened, although I don't know how he knew.

A bloody sword light illuminated the thick clouds and mist, and Zhao Layue also rushed over from Shenmo Peak, obviously very worried about Jing Jiu's condition.

Ping Yongjia was still in shock from Jing Jiu's request, and asked, Master, what exactly do you want me to do?

Hearing these words, Qing'er and Zhao Layue vaguely guessed what Jing Jiu was going to do.

Qing'er can guess because she is the same kind as Ping Yongjia, and Zhao Layue is because she knows too many secrets about Jing Jiu.

Obviously, Jing Jiu's request to Ping Yongjia is the same as Liu Ci's request to him during the West Sea War.

Now that the scabbard of Chengtian's sword has been destroyed, only Ping Yongjia can command Qingshan Qunjian.

If Jing Jiu wanted to use the Qingshan Sword Formation to kill Master Bai, he had to hold Ping Yongjia in his hands.

The problem is that in this way, Ping Yongjia's life and death will be in Jing Jiu's hands, and Ping Yongjia can no longer go against his will.

Clouds and mist shrouded the mountain peak, which naturally brought with it sword intent, giving rise to a sense of splendor, which made people feel a little uncomfortable.

Zhao Layue glanced at Jing Jiu, and said to Ping Yongjia, The master wants to borrow a sword.

Borrow a sword? I don't have a sword... Ping Yongjia said in a daze.

Suddenly, he wanted to understand everything.

He is like a fire carp, just naive, not really stupid.

So many things in the past are still vivid in his memory, but he has never thought about it until today when Zhao Layue said the word borrowing a sword.

That's right, he has never had a sword. After sleeping on the sword peak for a few years, he learned the invisible sword body.

When he was in Chaoge City, the rain of swords fell all over the sky, but it didn't hurt him at all.

There are still many details. For example, Jing Jiu asked him just now if he knew why he was made the master of Jianfeng?

So... I am also a sword?

Ping Yongjia pointed to herself and said, after the initial shock and uneasiness disappeared, a lot of happiness was born.

If he had known that he was not a human being but a sword when he first entered Qingshan, he would definitely cry every night and feel the pain. He might even report to his master and ask if he would be imprisoned in the sword prison to be with those demons and goblins, but now... the master is a sword, so what if I am a sword!

It's just that Master wants to borrow this sword from himself... He has already sensed that Chengtian's scabbard was destroyed, and he understands that it is what Master fears the most. No wonder Master said it so solemnly.

Ping Yongjia's eyes gradually became firm, just like in Chaoge City, he forced out all the sword intent in his body, and then stretched out his hand to Jing Jiu.

Those sharp sword intents left his clothes and body, and naturally turned into sword light, illuminating the dark cliff.

Looking at this scene, Qing'er's eyes were a little strange, while Zhao Layue was a little admiring. She would have agreed to Jing Jiu's request, but it was different after all.

Jing Jiu looked at the sword lights floating from Ping Yongjia's body, and suddenly laughed.

This is a rare thing for him.

Zhao Layue suddenly felt a lot of anxiety.

Jing Jiu said, I'm not borrowing a sword, I just want to ask you something.

Ping Yongjia asked in surprise: Ah? What's the matter?

Don't kill me. Jing Jiu looked at him and said.

The mountain became quieter, even a little dead.

The shrill cry of the iron eagle came from outside the clouds and mist.

Jing Jiu continued, Even if I want to kill you, don't kill me.

Ping Yongjia opened his mouth, completely unaware of what Master was talking about.

In the future, if I become someone like senior brother and want to destroy this world, or destroy your lover who cherishes more than the world, don't kill me.

Jing Jiu finally said: In short, no matter what happens, you can't kill me, and you can't imprison my freedom.

Qing'er and Zhao Layue understood what he meant, and their expressions changed slightly.

Ping Yongjia finally understood, with an incredulous expression on his face, he waved his hands nervously, and shouted: How is this possible! Isn't this the opposite!

People can't lift themselves up... Jing Jiu said.

Zhao Layue suddenly cut off his words and said, Yes.

Jing Jiu glanced at her and said, That's Fei, it's two different things.

Then he went on: I can be a sword, but I cannot be a sword bearer.

Yes, he can be a sword.

One of the most powerful swords ever created.

That sword once killed Wudao Patriarch Nan Chi in the sky of the West Sea. It once cut through the Lieyang Gorge and destroyed the Xuanyin Sect's mountain gate with one sword. It once illuminated the muddy water overnight and killed countless monsters.

Who is qualified to use this sword?

Liu Ci died, Daoist Taiping died, the Queen of the Snow Country learned the Chengtian swordsmanship, but he was extremely accurate and sent directly to the sky.

More importantly, the Chengtian sword was also destroyed, and no one in the world can use this sword anymore.

So he came to Jianfeng and stood in front of Ping Yongjia.

No. Zhao Layue said.

Since you guessed his origin, you should know that he should be able to do this.

Jing Jiu said: Everyone thinks that I destroyed the Qingshan Sword Formation, but in fact, as long as he is around, the Qingshan Sword Formation can always be rebuilt.

Zhao Layue stared into his eyes and said, Since that's the case, why don't you join hands with him to rebuild the Qingshan Sword Formation, and then kill Master Bai?

Jing Jiu said, It's too slow to rebuild the Qingshan Sword Formation, and the sword formation itself is too slow.

If it is slow, it will be too late, as he said with emotion.

Zhao Layue summoned the Forsi Sword and said, Use it, you can also bring Buer and Universe Front, and form a Zhuxian Sword Formation.

Among the swords in the green mountains and even the swords in the world, Fu Sijian is the fastest one.

You know, this sword is not as fast as mine. Jing Jiu said calmly.

Zhao Layue looked at the sky beyond the clouds and mist, her short hair was blown even more messy by the mountain wind, and she had a very stubborn expression on her face.

I still disagree.

He can be trusted.

No, on this matter, I don't even trust myself, neither Liu Shisui, nor anyone else!

Zhao Layue looked away, looked at him and said seriously: Your life must be in your own hands.

Qing'er, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked: You shouldn't be such a person.

Jing Jiu asked, What kind of person should I be?

Qing'er said without hesitation: You are a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death.

Everyone knows that whether it is the real Jing Jing in the past or Jing Jiu now, they are very lazy and afraid of trouble. The biggest characteristic is of course fear of death.

He only wants to retreat and meditate in Qingshan, ignoring world affairs, except for Lian Sanyue in this life, he has never risked his life once. Even if yesterday the world of practice ushered in something unprecedented in a thousand years, Daoist Taiping returned, immortals descended from the sky, all of them were still within his calculations, and he refused to take a step into the dangerous land.

Back then when Liu Ci wanted to use his sword, he never let go, until he was seriously injured by Nan Chi in the temple, and finally agreed to Liu Ci. This time, in order to completely eliminate hidden dangers, he even destroyed Cheng Tianjian at all costs, but... At this time, he took the initiative to control his own life and death, and handed it over to Ping Yongjia?

Just because Master Bai wants to destroy the world?

Zhao Layue couldn't figure it out, and Qing'er couldn't figure it out either.

Jing Jiu said: I will tell Bai Yuan the specific reason when I see her.

Zhao Layue said angrily, What do you want to do?

Jing Jiu said, I will do whatever I want.

This is a very nice answer.

Zhao Layue was silent for a while, and asked, Then what do you want to do at this time?

Jing Jiu smiled and said, I want to call wind and rain and travel thousands of miles.

Only then did Zhao Layue realize that he had overheard her conversation with Daoist Taiping a few days ago.

Qing'er muttered beside him: He's not Taiping, and he's not Liuci, you won't last long.

Like Jing Jiu, she is a true spirit of Tianbao who was born and hidden in the world, so her judgment is naturally the most accurate.

Zhao Layue stared into Jing Jiu's eyes and asked, Are you sure you'll be fine?

This is the third time I've asked.

Jing Jiu patted her head and said, Don't worry, I won't die.

After saying this, he stretched out his hand to Qing'er and said, Give me the Qingtian Mirror.

Qing'er didn't sneer at him like she did in previous years, she stretched out her little hand and patted his palm, making a light slap.

Ping Yongjia finally woke up from the shock, and said in a crying voice: Master, this is too dangerous, what if I become a big villain in the future?

Jing Jiu had talked so much with him today, his patience was exhausted, and he frowned slightly.

After all, he is not Zhao Layue.

Ping Yongjia's face was pale, but he didn't dare to delay any longer, and pointed at him with trembling fingers.

The soles of Jing Jiu's feet left the ground and floated up, looking very light, like a ray of breeze.

After he practiced the Nether Immortal Sword in the Demon Suppressing Prison, he once floated in front of the Underworld Emperor.

Later, on the ruins of the small temple in the deep mountain, he once floated in front of Nan Chi.

The sword light kept floating between the cliffs, lingering around him.

When the swords are connected, the minds are connected

Ping Yongjia suddenly found that he could know all the master's thoughts, he couldn't help being very excited, and his fingers trembled even more.

The next moment, he pointed his right hand to the distant East China Sea.

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bang.

Jing Jiu disappeared from the spot.

A strong wind blew up between the cliffs.

The three of Zhao Layue looked towards the east.

To the east of Jianfeng is Liangwang Peak.

A stream of smoke and dust splashed from Liangwang Peak, like a flower blooming.

When the smoke and dust scattered, one could vaguely see a hole in the cliff, and the morning light projected from there, straight as a sword.

In the distant sky, a sword light could be seen faintly, heading towards the east at an unimaginable speed, and soon disappeared in the morning light.

How could there be such a fast sword in the world?

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The sword light illuminated the peaks of the Qingshan Mountains and shocked many people.

Nan Wang sat on the black stone at the top of Qingrong Peak, stepped on the flowering tree with his bare feet, and held a wine pot in his hand, with an indifferent expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

Immortal Guangyuan was sweeping fallen leaves on the stone beam between Shiyue Peak and Xilai Peak. He sensed the change of Jianfeng's aura, and looked up at the sky, admiringly.

The corpse dog stood up slowly, looked at the sword light in the sky, his eyes were extremely warm, and seemed extremely satisfied.

The disciples from all peaks walked out of the cave one after another, watching the sword light go away in the morning light.

Ah Da walked to the edge of the cliff and squatted down, the mottled blood on his body shone slightly in the morning light, and he felt a little sacred.

The sea of ​​clouds under the cliff of Shenmo Peak is a little chaotic, just like its mood at this time-why are you crazy?

Yuan Qu looked at the distant sword light, and murmured, If the Master Master doesn't come back after this trip...

Liu Shisui said calmly, Then...

Bah bah bah!

Zhuo Rusui spit on the ground several times.

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(Yesterday’s chapter number was wrong, but that’s not important~)