The Path Toward Heaven

Jing Jiu ignored it.

The fire carp swam to the edge of the pond and stopped in his shadow, wagging its tail fawningly.

This made him think of Ah Da, and his mood softened, and he said to Huo Li: I am very relieved to see that you are living well here.

Then he looked at Mrs. Zhang, and said with some surprise: You can live better than I imagined.

The time flow of Qingtianjian and the outside world is getting closer and closer. Many years have passed, and Mr. Zhang is not dead yet.

He proudly said: Your Majesty is blessed with the same blessings as the heavens, just giving me a little is enough.

Jing Jiu confirmed that he was old and frail, but he should still live for a few more years, so he said nothing to Huo Li, Do you want to go back?

The return here is naturally Chaotian Continent.

The fire carp was a little surprised, pouted its round mouth, and said aggrievedly: I'm just a ghost now, how can I go back?

Mr. Zhang was pleasantly surprised to know that his friend could leave alive. Hearing this, he reprimanded: Since His Majesty asked you to go back, there is naturally a solution.

Huo Li thought about Jing Jiu sending his soul to Wanwu Yijian to continue his life, and couldn't help asking curiously, You want me to become a swordfish?

It is impossible to find another sword of all things in the world.

Jing Jiu said: Someone gave me a vermilion bird jade egg. He has always wanted to raise this jade egg, but in fact there is no hope.

Fluttering, the blue bird flew from the sky, landed on his shoulder, and asked, Do you want to give this stupid fish?

Huo Li knew that she was the master of this world, but couldn't control her emotions, and shouted: You are a stupid bird!

If Zhuo Rusui was here at this time, he would definitely say that all the beasts of the Zhongzhou School are like this, no wonder it is so miserable now.

Jing Jiu said to Huo Li, Your attributes are similar to those of Vermilion Bird, so you should be able to come back to life.

Huo Li asked: Then will I become a monster?

Mrs. Zhang couldn't help but said, You are a monster now.

No, no, I don't want to be a bird-fish, or a fish-bird.

The fire carp shook its head again and again, causing bursts of water splashes.

Are you sure you want to stay here? You must know that this is not a long-term solution, and it is easy to cause problems. Jing Jiu said.

Huo Li looked at Mrs. Zhang, who was full of worry, and spit out a few bubbles from his round mouth. The bubbles burst when they came out of the water, and the sound spread.

I'm very happy here, although it's just a ray of spirit, um, let's ignore it in the future, let's talk about it after this guy dies.

Hearing this, Old Master Zhang almost choked on his saliva, coughed twice, and said, Before I die, I will definitely roast you and eat you! Maybe I can live for decades!

That being the case, Jing Jiu naturally didn't pay any attention to this matter, and didn't want to listen to these two guys who were more nagging than Zhuo Rusui and Liu Shisui, so he turned around and went into the ancestral hall.

The stick of incense in the ancestral hall had been burning for a long time, and the green smoke had lingered for a long time, and he left without knowing what he had done.

Is there anything weird? Fire Carp asked curiously.

Mrs. Zhang said: How do I understand the expression of a fairy?

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Jing Jiu flew high in the sky, with the blue bird as his companion.

He felt that this scene was a bit familiar, not because he thought of winning the tripod and breaking the sky in the Asking Conference, but because he thought of flying up in Qingshan more than a hundred years ago.

The whole world is moving away from him, but it enters his field of vision in another way, making him see it more clearly.

The ghosts under the trees in Zhao's palace, the pirate ships on the blue sea have also turned into ghost ships, the Xianyang Academy is also haunted, and the whole world is full of ghosts.

Is it your fault? He looked at the blue bird and asked.

Blue Bird said: What kind of nonsense are you talking about?

Jing Jiu found out that she really didn't know these things, so he said goodbye to her directly without saying anything, and gave a lesson from the blue sky.

When he opened his eyes, what he saw was not a dry and boring cliff face, but a face very close.

That face is beautiful, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, but the lines are drawn like a sword, with a bit of a bit of a harsh meaning.

Of course he was very familiar with this face, but he had never seen it at such a close distance, and he could even see himself in the black and white eyes.

More importantly, his lips were close to hers.

Zhao Layue sat back, held the Qingtian Mirror and looked at the lower reaches of the magma river, with a calm expression, as if nothing had happened.

Jing Jiu hummed in doubt.

Zhao Layue didn't turn around to look at him, but asked directly, You don't like it?

Jing Jiu thought for a while and said, Next time, don't wait for me to fall asleep.

Zhao Layue said: I will feel embarrassed then, and there will be no next time.

Jing Jiu said, It depends on what you mean.

Zhao Layue suddenly thought of the scene in the brothel that he went to Shangzhou City with him many years ago and watched from the star picking tower, and shook her head and said, It's really not interesting.

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Mrs. Zhang said that he wanted to make the fire carp into grilled fish, which was a common joke among friends, and never involved a real threat to life.

He Zhan is different. He said that to make grilled fish, he must kill a fish and then put it on the fire to grill. He will never make a fried fish like the unscrupulous vendors in Chaoge City Night Market.

I used to be nicknamed the Second Under Heaven, but I'm definitely better than you when it comes to grilling fish. I haven't even told Tong Yan about those secret recipes.

He took a bamboo tube of clear water directly from the stream, and prepared to use fish bones to make soup later.

There was a crisp bell in the dense forest, and I didn't know what Sese was doing.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue sat on the slightly higher grass, listening to the ringing of the bell and He Zhan's boasting, felt that the Taoist couple was really harmonious.

Not long after, Sese ran out of the forest happily, holding a deer in his hand that was stunned by Qingxin Bell.

In the past few years, the snowfield has been very quiet, and Baicheng has been very warm. In midsummer, the snow and ice melted into streams, which brought many green trees and wild animals to the mountains, and the food became more delicious.

Zhao Layue basically ate the two grilled fish by herself, her mouth was oily, and she looked like a gluttonous urchin.

Jing Jiu glanced at it.

Zhao Layue glared at him.

Sese didn't pay attention to the flow of breath, thinking that she would never see Jing Jiu again, she was both happy and sad, and threw herself into his arms when they parted.

He Zhan coughed twice, and looked at what Jing Jiu wanted to say.

Jing Jiu looked at him quietly, waiting for him to speak.

In the end, He Zhan still didn't ask.

I want to ask because he is smart and has long been aware of the secrets of his life experience.

Not asking is also because it is smart.

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Walking down the Hanxi River, we came to a cliff, next to Baicheng, looking at it from a high place, the city is full of prayer flags, it doesn't look sacred, it just makes people feel messy.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue walked down the cliff and came to the small temple.

That big Buddha is saving the world in the underworld, and now sitting on the lotus pedestal is a little monk.

In Jing Jiu's eyes, Chanzi will always be the little monk he was back then.

Zhao Layue sat on the high threshold, flung her not-so-long braids in front of her, remembering when the pear blossoms fell that year, a smile appeared on her face.

I heard that you told them about cause and effect in the Sanqianyuan. I don't think that description is very appropriate.

Jing Jiu said to Zen Zi: It is better to say that Jingyang and I are the upstream and downstream of a river, but rather a ball of fire.

After saying this, he took out a thin stick and lit it.

Then he took another thin stick and lit it with the flame from the previous stick.

Then he took out a third thin stick.

Zenzi saw that this was the pile of thin wooden sticks he had left in Sanqianyuan, so he quickly reached out to stop it.

I understand, I understand! Is such a simple truth necessary? Don't burn it, don't burn it!