The Path Toward Heaven

Following the mountain road along the stream, Liu Shisui rushed forward like a dust dragon, and arrived at the lotus lake in only a few tens of breaths.

The Qingshan Sect moved several palaces here, and seeing the beautiful scenery, he was naturally not interested, and he did not seek to see Master Guangyuan and Nan Wang, but directly found Nanshan.

When Guo Nanshan heard his request, he couldn't help but glanced at Gu Han, and said, You actually guessed it.

Gu Han asked someone to unload a bundle of bamboo from the sword boat.

Looking at the bundle of bamboo, Liu Shisui was very pleasantly surprised, and saluted Gu Han earnestly to thank him.

These bamboos were planted by him in Tianguang Peak back then, more than a hundred years have passed, his former master Bai Rujing also died in Jian Prison, but those bamboos are still there, and the old bamboos died and regenerated new bamboos.

Looking at Liu Shisui who left with the bundle of bamboo, and thinking about those years back then, even if he was as cold as Gu Han, he couldn't help but sigh.

Liu Shisui returned to Sanqianyuan even faster with the bamboo on his shoulders, took out the Guancheng brush, cut off twigs from it, and began to make bamboo chairs. The Buer sword buzzed and trembled on his wrist, indicating that he was the sharpest fairy sword in the world—except for the one lying in the meditation room—how can you use the Guancheng pen without using yourself?

The tip of the brush is softer, so it doesn't need to be polished again. Liu Shisui patiently explained, but the movements of his hands did not stop.

Many years ago in that small mountain village, after he saw the young master making a bamboo chair, he never forgot, the craftsmanship is getting better and better, even Xue Ji in the Sword Prison appreciates his skill very much. It didn't take long before a brand new bamboo chair was ready, no different from the one often seen on Shenmo Peak.

Zhuo Rusui subconsciously wanted to lie down, but stopped when he saw the eyes of Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui, and explained with an innocent face: I just want to try the feeling of lying down for the head.

Liu Shisui ignored him, walked into the meditation room, picked up Jing Jiu, went to the porch, and gently put him on the bamboo recliner.

Que Niang looked at the cracked floor under his feet, and asked in surprise, How did you get so heavy, Mister?

Zhuo Rusui said: This shows that he really fell asleep.

Yuan Qu hurriedly pulled him aside, and said, What's for supper tonight?

...

...

Jing Jiu lay quietly on the bamboo chair with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

But he was not breathing, had no heartbeat, and had no body temperature.

Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui stood on both sides of the bamboo chair, looking at his face seriously and intently, without moving away for a moment.

From dawn to dusk, the color and brightness of the sun changed several times, and Jing Jiu's eyelashes didn't even blink.

During the period, Yuan Qu cautiously suggested to Master whether he should also try to sit on the bamboo chair, but Zhao Layue actually accepted his suggestion, but Jing Jiu still didn't wake up.

Zhuo Rusui suddenly said: But the master seems to really like to lie on the bamboo chair, do you think his expression is more relaxed than before?

Que Niang and Yuan Qu glanced at each other, and said pleasantly, It seems to be true, my eyebrows are not wrinkled.

Liu Shisui was also very happy to hear that, but Zhao Layue remained silent, knowing that it was just the reason for the bad light indoors and outdoors.

Jing Jiu didn't wake up, but with this bamboo chair, he didn't need to continue lying side by side with Bai Zao on the couch.

Whether it was windy or rainy, he would lie quietly on the bamboo chair and feel the world on the porch.

After another two days, the spring was fading away, the heat was gradually growing, and the sun became extremely hot. Everyone knew that Jing Jiu didn't like it, so they moved him back to the quiet meditation room.

The crisp sound of silver bells resounded in the sky, and everyone thought it was Nan Wang who came to eat hot pot again and watch Jing Jiu, but unexpectedly, what fell was a white light.

Finally, this time it's really finally... Ah Da is here.

Ah Da landed on the bamboo chair, looking vigilantly at the Sword God of the West Sea outside the round window, his white hair stood up like a dandelion about to explode, always ready to escape with the wind.

Xi Lai turned to look at the white cat.

Ah Da meowed softly, indicating that you want to fight with him and wait until he wakes up, and I will forget it.

Xi Lai did not expect that the legendary Qingshan guard would be so afraid of death, so he nodded with a smile.

Ah Da didn't bother to care whether it was a mockery or being polite, and after making sure that the other party would not kill him with a single sword, he walked slowly into Jing Jiu's arms, and lay down carefully on the ground.

This picture looks very beautiful and very peaceful, just like in the palace on a summer afternoon, a beautiful sleeping noble concubine is sleeping with a white cat in her arms.

But for Ah Da, it is really boring to maintain a posture for a long time.

It somewhat misses its accessories, toys, and companions, the strange snow beetle called Chilling Cicada.

Suddenly, it saw the blue bird on the branch outside the window, and its eyes suddenly brightened.

The blue bird's eyes didn't fluctuate, and said: You try.

Ada has dealt with Jade Bird before, knowing that the other party is Tianbao's true spirit, he can't catch it at all, thinking that although you can't fight, you won't get hurt, so what's the matter with playing?

Warm or even slightly hot weather, dark and quiet meditation room, easy to make people feel drowsy and lethargic.

Ah Da was thinking sleepily, when he suddenly saw Bai Zao's beautiful face so close at hand, his eyes lit up again, and he wanted to jump over, but suddenly turned his head to look outside the door, and finally gave up this idea, lying on the body of the lifeless Jing Jiu in a lifeless manner.

There is a table of hot pot outside the door.

Zhao Layue, Yuan Qu, Zhuo Rusui, and Liu Shisui were eating hot pot again, but luckily they were not playing mahjong.

The atmosphere of eating hot pot and playing mahjong in Shangdefeng back then has only retained the former in this generation.

The current Sanqianyuan seems to have become Shenmo Peak.

The people of Shenmo Peak have such abilities.

In the distant Qingshan, Ping Yongjia stood on the cliff of Jianfeng, listening to Tie Ying's voice, imagining the scene of Sanqianyuan at this time, yearning and sad, and said: I also want to eat hot pot, and I also want to see Master, your old man, but I dare not.

Xilai left the lakeside with Yinfeng's body in his arms, came to the corridor, looked at the few people who ignored him and kept their heads down eating hot pot, and said, I don't understand how Master Jingyang has descendants like you.

From the very beginning when Yuan Qu and Zhuo Rusui came to this nunnery with iron pots and hot pots in their arms, he has been observing these disciples of Shenmo Peak.

Zhuo Rusui pawed in the red soup with chopsticks and said, Who can figure it out?

Yuan Qu took a piece of fatty sausage and chewed it in his mouth, and said, I can't figure it out either.

Zhao Layue stretched out her chopsticks to block Zhuo Rusui's chopsticks, and ignored Xilai's question. Liu Shisui put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth clean, pointed to Yinfeng's corpse in his arms and said, Senior, I still hope you can respect my guards, although I can't beat you.

Xi Lai looked at Jing Jiu who was sitting on the bamboo chair in the meditation room, and said, I'm the same kind of person as him, so I don't understand that he would do such a boring thing as saving the world.

This question does not need to be answered, because he already has the answer.

Xilai said: At first I thought it was because of Lian Sanyue, but now it seems to be all of you.

Zhao Layue and the others put down their chopsticks and looked at him.

I am the point of my cause and effect... I have heard the words of Master Jingyang.

Xi Lai looked away, looked at them and said, You are also their karma, including those outside, that's why he is what he is now.

...

...

For things like cause and effect, some can try to deduce and calculate, but most of the time it is impossible to calculate clearly, and some even the parties themselves can't remember clearly.

For example, Zhuo Rusui still remembers the joy when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth came with the wind when he practiced with Jing Jiu, but he had long forgotten that the joy happened on the top of a snow mountain, and there was a small sect named Xuantianzong at the foot of that mountain.

There is a very interesting phenomenon in the practice world of Chaotian Continent. The more famous the sects are, the more common and low-key their names are. For example, Qingshan Sect, Zhongzhou Sect, and Ruocheng Temple, but ordinary sects with no background often have a great name, such as Sanqing Sect, Tongtian Sect, and Xuantian Sect.

It's just that a very talented person named Zhou Yunmu appeared in the Xuantian Sect more than a hundred years ago, and he reached the Nascent Soul Stage with his own skills. Later, in order to break through the retreat, he passed the master to his disciple Lu Jin.

The God Transformation stage is the beginning stage of Breaking the Sea. At this stage, even in the Qingshan Sect and the Zhongzhou Sect, they can become elders. For those ordinary practice sects, it is an unshakable mountain. Therefore, the Xuantian Sect has gradually grown in recent years and has become a quite influential sect in northern Henan.

The higher the status and the stronger the ability, the greater the responsibility will naturally be. Even if you can't afford those responsibilities, you have to go to the higher level for the things you care about.

This summer, the disciples of the Xuantian Sect discussed the most important events in the cultivation world.

You guys haven't seen the grand occasion of the reclamation. It's really spectacular. Now I'm just a little worried. What if the underworld regains its strength and attacks the ground?

There has been no war for more than seven hundred years, so why worry about this.

That's because the Underworld Emperor was imprisoned in the Demon Suppressing Prison. Who can control the underworld now?

It's really ignorant, don't you know that the new Underworld Emperor is a student of Master Jingyang? It's inconvenient for the Qingshan sect to say, but who doesn't know?

With the passage of time, the turmoil brought by Master Taiping and Master Bai to the Chaotian Continent gradually subsided, the passages to the underworld were re-stabilized, and the disaster on the other side of the underworld was also being resolved, but what shocked people was that those passages to the underworld that had stabilized lost their barriers and became unimpeded.

So that's how it is! Now the snow field is also very peaceful, it's really a rare good day.

Reverend Taiping, Patriarch Xuanyin, Emperor Xiao...Reverend Bai are all dead, so of course Taiping.

I don't think so. I heard that there is a force in Lengshan who is competing with the Kunlun faction for the underground spiritual veins.

I heard that the leader is the young master of the Xuanyin Sect a hundred years ago. I don't understand why the leader would let us choose to ignore it, and even... secretly helped him a few times.

Don't talk about us, even the Wind Knife Sect is secretly helping there... Now it seems that the Kunlun faction really can't last for a few years.

These are trivial matters. Who knows what's going on in Dayuan City? Could the Qingshan Sect be able to endure it forever?

Master Ye Xiao finally blocked the immortal talisman of Master Bai, and I heard that he was seriously injured.

With this great battle affecting the entire Chaotian Continent, many secrets of the practice world were revealed.

For example, the Yinfeng, Sword Prison of the Green Mountain Sect, and the unshakable mountain guardian.

After all the passages into the underworld are stabilized, I'm afraid that the Sword Master, Zhaizhu and Chanzi will all go to Dayuan City. The Chaotian Continent is finally peaceful. How can all previous efforts be wasted because of the return of the West Sea Sword God?

The key is that Master Jingyang has not woken up, otherwise there would be so many things.

Is Master Jingyang still awake?

...

...

Zhou Yunmu listened to the discussions of the juniors, without any expression on his wrinkled face, turned to look at Lu Jin and asked, The real person hasn't woken up yet?

Lu Jin said: I heard that the situation this time is different from that in Chaoge City. There is no breathing or heartbeat.

Zhou Yunmu was silent for a long time, and said, Could it be this time?

Lu Jin said, I'm not sure.

Zhou Yunmu took Lu Jin to the deepest part of the cave, unlocked several extremely tight formations, came to a portrait, and respectfully kowtowed a few times.

There was a fairy in white clothes painted on that portrait, but his face was blank, not because he had never seen it before, but because there was no pen and ink in the world that could paint that person's face.

Zhou Yunmu took out a black card and handed it to Lu Jin.

Lu Jin was a little nervous and said, Are you sure to send it over this time?

Zhou Yunmu said: Back then, the real person said that we would send it back when we thought it was time to send it back. Now I think it's the right time.