The Path Toward Heaven

The taste of summer is getting more and more real, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and even the wind is stuffy.

I don't know if the people in Dayuan City will miss the inexplicable snowstorm that year, anyway, that bamboo chair will appear less and less on the corridor.

When the flowers in the lotus pond were in full bloom, Bu Qiuxiao finally finished his hard work at sea and came to Sanqianyuan by boat.

This is a true saint. Logically speaking, the welcome of the Qingshan Sect should be more grand, but I don't know if it was Bu Qiuxiao's own request or for some other reason. Neither Daoist Guangyuan nor Nanwang appeared in the Sanqianyuan.

Bu Qiuxiao was even worse than Zen Zi, the clothes were so dirty that it was as if they had been dyed black.

Liu Shisui followed his husband and prepared towels and hot water as quickly as possible, as well as new clothes.

Bu Qiuxiao took the hot towel and wiped his face casually, changed his clothes, but refused to take a bath. He went to see Jing Jiu first, and then, like a Zen son, he stepped directly through the round window to the lake and sat down on the stone bench.

I wanted to see if the sage's bath water could grow some good medicinal herbs. Zhuo Rusui looked out the window and said with some regret.

Que Niang likes to be clean, and she couldn't help wrinkling the tip of her nose when she heard this.

The game between Bu Qiuxiao and Xilai was even simpler. He took out a book and gave it to Xilai.

Xi Lai took the book and began to read it. The pages of the book that could be turned by even the breeze seemed to become extremely heavy under his fingers, like a mountain.

Every time a page is turned, there will be a strong wind on the surface of the lake, especially when the last few pages are turned, even the sky and the earth will respond, and the clouds will gather to block the blazing sun, but what is sprinkled is not only coolness, but also a chill.

It didn't take long for Xilai to finish reading the book, handed it back, rubbed his face, and looked a little tired.

Bu Qiuxiao took the book and said with some emotion: Who else is your opponent in Chaotian Continent now?

Xilai said, You've been injured too badly, and you haven't rested these days, so it doesn't count.

Bu Qiuxiao shook his head and said, Even in normal times, it will take me longer than you to finish reading this book.

The saint in Yimao Zhai is half a level higher than the Tongtian Realm. Even he admits that he is no match for Xilai. How strong is Xilai now?

What is that book again?

Liu Shisui felt the eyes of Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu, and shook his head, thinking that there is no such thing in the Four Treasures of Zhenzhai.

Bu Qiuxiao stood up, ready to leave.

Although the sea was calm, the mountain in the corridor of thousands of miles of wind was still unstable, and the breach in Lengshan's ground had to be dealt with. He still had a lot of things to do.

Liu Shisui sent a hot towel again.

Bu Qiuxiao rubbed his face vigorously with a towel, looked at his expression, and asked with a smile, Do you want to know the contents of this book?

Liu Shisui nodded honestly.

Bu Qiuxiao thought for a while, took out the book and handed it to him, and said, Don't forcefully read it down, do what you can.

Liu Shisui took the book solemnly and said, Don't worry, sir.

Looking at this scene, Zhuo Rusui and the others didn't know what to say, and then remembered the nickname given to Liu Shisui by those good-for-nothings in the practice world.

That night, Zhuo Rusui found Liu Shisui, rubbed his hands, and asked, Scholar Duobao, what is written in that book?

Rubbing his hands was not because of embarrassment, but because he was a little excited. He understood that since Bu Qiuxiao didn't confess, Liu Shisui would definitely not mind sharing that book with the people of Shenmo Peak. As for whether he is from Shenmo Peak... No matter what others think, anyway, he definitely thinks so when he needs to think so.

In the book are... rivers, lakes and seas.

Liu Shisui's face was a little pale, probably because he was injured while reading.

He looked at Zhuo Rusui's fearless and burning eyes, passed the book over, and reminded: If you feel uncomfortable, don't read any more.

Zhuo Rusui said, Do you think I'm such an insignificant person?

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Why did Zhuo Rusui pass out?

Nan Wang plucked a lotus flower and threw it to the disciples of Qingrong Peak to cook. He looked at Master Guangyuan and said, He is the most beloved disciple of the head brother, so nothing can happen.

Immortal Guangyuan said: The Sanqian Academy sent someone to pass on the message, but didn't mention the details. I think it should be fine.

Not long after, the latest news came, saying that Zhuo Rusui had woken up and knew the real reason for his coma.

Nan Wang raised his eyebrows and said in displeasure, Liu Shisui told him to be careful, but he's still so greedy... Why did the sect master take a fancy to this guy?

Guangyuan Zhenren said: He is also in such a hurry for the sake of the senior brother who is the head of the sect, and wants to compete for the next head. Don't blame him.

Nan Wang's expression turned pale when he heard this, but he felt uncomfortable thinking that Zhuo Rusui and Gu Qing would compete for the head again in the future, so he changed the subject directly.

Is there any news from the lower realm?

Master Guangyuan shook his head.

Nan Wang said: Neither Zenzi nor Bu Qiuxiao is his opponent, so is there really no one who can drive him away?

Xilai held Yinfeng's body and practiced swords in the Three Thousand Courtyard, guarding the sleeping Jing Jiu. Although she didn't do anything, the Qingshan School was suppressed by the Kirishima lineage. The longer the time, the more embarrassing the Qingshan School would be. Every time she thought about it, her face would turn black.

Immortal Guangyuan sighed: His current swordsmanship practice and state may have surpassed that of Nanshi back then. Unless that person comes back, no one can do anything to him.

Among the practitioners of their generation, Liu Ci, Tan Bai, and Sword Sage Cao Yuan are the strongest.

Before Xihai Sword God left, he was already in this ranks,

Now Tan Zhenren was seriously injured, Shigou was also seriously injured, Liu Ci and Bai Zhenren were both dead, who else is his opponent besides the big Buddha?

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There is no wind in the underworld, and the vast Hulun Lake is like a gray mirror, silently placed among the mountains.

Those mountains are new, and there are still cliffs and rocks falling from time to time, but with the efforts of the underworld powerhouse and countless civilians, they have become very stable, and there is absolutely no danger of collapse.

The strange fire in the Styx River has disappeared, and the blue smoke has disappeared to nowhere.

In the extremely high sky, the big Buddha is repairing something with an iron knife full of gaps. His abdomen is rounder than in previous years, and there is probably green smoke in it.

Those collapsed embankments have been repaired, and the swamp will dry up at some point, and he is doing more important things at this time.

With a soft click, a crack opened in the hard rock, and then expanded rapidly, and countless bright magma rushed down.

The Buddha let out a weary sigh, flew towards the lava river, and wedged his body into the gap.

It can be vaguely seen that at the other end of the crack, at the source of the magma river, Bu Qiuxiao is casting a spell.

The magma hit the body of the Buddha and splashed in all directions, looking like sparks in the sky.

It is difficult to destroy this world, and it is even more difficult to restore it. It will take a long time, and I don't know how many years he will stay in this dark world of the underworld.

A multicolored light beam emerged from the ground, looking like a rainbow.

The rainbow disappeared in the periphery of the sky full of magma and fireworks, revealing the figure of A Piao. She lifted her leaf-like black bangs, looked at the big Buddha blocked in the sky, and shouted loudly: When are you going? My husband is stared at by Xi Lai, and he may die at any time!

The Buddha said: Xi Lai wanted to try his sword with him. If he is not awake, Xi Lai will not strike.

Ah Piao thought this was the reason, and said with a bitter face: Now I am worried that Mr. will never wake up again.

The Buddha said: If this is the case, what should I do to kill Xilai? If he refuses to wake up, what can I do?

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Sanzen-in Temple welcomes another visitor.

It's not Cao Yuan, the sword sage, or His Majesty the Emperor, but a very unknown person.

Lu Jin, the head of the Xuantian Sect, is a strong man in the sea breaking realm, but how can he be looked down upon by the big figures of the Qingshan Sect, and how can he be qualified to be compared with Chanzi and Bu Qiuxiao?

They were stopped at the lotus pond. If Lei Yijing and others hadn't remembered clearly that he had indeed entered the garden, Nan Wang would definitely not have let them pass.

No matter how ordinary a practitioner is, as long as he is the only guest of Jingyuan, it is unusual.

When he came to the Three Thousand Courtyard, Lu Jin still refused to explain his purpose, and insisted on meeting Jing Jiu first.

Walking into the meditation room with round windows, Lu Jin looked at Jing Jiu, who was lifeless on the bamboo chair, and Bai Zao, who had been sleeping on the couch for more than a hundred years. In that Meihui Dao battle, he had fought with Jing Jiu and Bai Zao for a period of time, and it may be because of this that he had the opportunity later.

Zhou Yunmu was worried about the danger of this trip, so he asked him to stay in Xuantianzong to sit in the township. As a disciple, he would not agree to it, but he didn't expect the trip to be so smooth, and he didn't encounter any problems at all. Now he wants to understand, who in the world can remember what happened a hundred years ago so clearly?

Can we talk now? Nan Wang said expressionlessly.

Lu Jin's eyes moved over the faces of everyone, and finally fell on Zhao Layue, took out a black card and solemnly handed it over.

Nan Wang felt that this black card looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, and vaguely guessed its origin.

She watched Lu Jin give the black card to Zhao Layue, her eyes turned cold, and she thought it wasn't for me?

Zhao Layue took the black card, feeling the faint sword intent inside, and after a moment of silence, a sword intent was drawn in.

More than ten rays of light shot out from the black card, forming a picture, which should be a map of Chaotian Continent from the outline.

Nan Wang had seen similar supernatural powers when he and Jing Jiu went looking for Nan Chi's coffin, looked at the light spot on the map and raised his eyebrows and said, Where is this?

That spot of light is on the outskirts of the endless mountains and rivers. Looking at the location of the mountains and rivers on the map, it should be Qingshan.

There is a thin line not far away, which should be a river.

Liu Shisui felt a little familiar, but finally remembered after a while, and said in surprise, I... seem to have been there when I was a child.