The Path Toward Heaven

Jing Jiu grabbed the alarm from the air and crushed it.

The piercing alarm sound stopped abruptly.

This magic weapon should be able to collect the voice of a stranger and give a warning.

People in this world are too tense to live.

However, there are so many magic weapons in such an ordinary house, it seems that the status of the weapon sect here is quite high.

Thinking about these things, Jing Jiu went into the toilet, threw the powder in his hand into the toilet, and pressed the button to let the water flush away.

In the early morning, he saw the girl using this thing, and knew that it was an automatic flushing toilet. It was a bit novel, but he didn't have any more emotions, since he didn't need it anyway.

He walked back to the living room, adjusted the height of the cushions, lay down in a more comfortable position, started watching TV again, and continued to learn the language of the people here.

At the beginning, his pronunciation was still a little jerky, but later he became more and more proficient. At the same time, he compared the pronunciation with the consciousness he understood in his consciousness, and it became more and more clear.

There are also texts on the TV, which look somewhat similar to those in Chaotian Continent, but they are completely incomprehensible.

Jing Jiu reluctantly got up from the chair and walked into another room.

The size of this room is not very large. On the three walls are bookshelves reaching to the roof, and the paper books are neatly lined up on it, making it even more cramped.

Standing in the middle of the room, there will be a strong sense of being oppressed.

I don't know why there are so many paper books.

He sat cross-legged on the floor, moved his fingers slightly, and all the books on the bookshelf floated out without any wind.

Back then in Guocheng Temple, he and Zen Zi used this method to read scriptures, which was the most convenient and fast.

He soon realized that he had made a mistake, he couldn't understand the words in these books, no matter how fast he read them, it was useless.

He picked two books that seemed to be the most obvious and probably related to the introduction to writing and started reading.

Immediately afterwards, he began to read other books.

The doors and windows of the room were closed, and the curtains blocked the view of the street and the extremely small corner of the universe.

There is no wind, but the books floating in the air are turning by themselves.

Without light, he closed his eyes and watched very seriously.

Suddenly, there was a very light tearing sound.

These books are already very old, some of the paper has turned yellow and brittle, just like this was quickly flipped by the invisible wind, and it was broken like this.

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Twilight is also a luxury for the neighborhood below.

The transition between day and night is always so fast and silent under the interference of bright street lights, which makes people unprepared.

The door was opened, and the silver-haired girl walked in wearily, threw her schoolbag on the table casually, and then threw herself on the bench.

She lay down for a long time, just when Jing Jiu thought she would fall asleep directly, she stood up and poured a glass of water, took the medicine and then ate dinner, walked into that room, opened the curtains, looked at the tiny night sky above the block, her eyes were full of longing.

After an unknown amount of time, she withdrew her gaze, turned around and was about to leave, when she suddenly saw a piece of shredded paper under the bookshelf, squatted down to pick it up, and her expression changed suddenly.

She searched on the bookshelf with trembling fingers, and finally found a book and opened it, and a certain page in the book was torn at a corner.

The study in the academy was already exhausting, and the lonely life was even more powerless and exhausting. At this time, when I returned home, I saw that the thing I cherished the most was suddenly damaged. The silver-haired girl couldn't take it anymore, and crouched on the ground with her knees in her arms, crying.

Dad...Mom...Xiao Huang...I miss you so much, I'm really useless...Why is this world so unfair?

Jing Jiu stood behind her, not letting the shadow fall on her, listening to her weeping and telling her sad story.

When the silver-haired girl was very young, her mother died due to genetic optimization problems. Her father is a professor at Xinshi College. In order to prepare funds for her future genetic optimization, he followed the advice of a subordinate of a big man and invested all his life savings in a certain fund, and even repaid the loan. Who knew that the merchant ship team guaranteed by the fund suddenly encountered a terrifying battle between a strong human being and the brood on the way back, and was affected, and more than 30 merchant ships and their cargo were all turned into green smoke.

The fund collapsed, and her father was so indebted to the bank that he had to declare bankruptcy, and moved from the college family area to a lower neighborhood that didn't require rent. Bankruptcy is not the problem, the real problem is debt. He can no longer complete the expensive third-level genetic optimization for his beloved daughter, and can only watch her be gradually swallowed up by illness like her mother... A seemingly strong man is always so fragile at certain moments, he chose to commit suicide. Perhaps in the view of the professor, his daughter would no longer need to bear the debt with him, so it should be easier in his limited life, but how did he think that his own death would become the heaviest burden for his daughter?

Except for his own death, the professor left his daughter with only a house of paper books and a cat.

Now the big yellow cat is dead too.

The silver-haired girl hugged her knees and kept crying.

Jing Jiu looked at her and apologized in his heart.

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Not to mention just tearing up a page, even if Cheng Tianjian was destroyed, Jing Jiu would never apologize. He would have that kind of emotion for the silver-haired girl, and the big yellow cat he classified in the photo reminded him of Ah Da, who he might never see again, and he felt a little strange.

In short, he lived in this house like a ghost, watching TV with the silver-haired girl, watching her play computer, listening to her talking to herself, secretly playing computer games after she fell asleep, using Taoism to cool down the computer before she woke up, and watching TV on a chair after she went to school.

In just a few days, he learned that the silver-haired girl was Zhong Lizi, her entire life from childhood to adulthood, and a lot of common sense related to this world.

This is a human world.

Yes, the same as the humans in Chaotian Continent...human beings.

No matter the body structure, the way of thinking or the way of communication, emotion and writing, the two are very similar.

If it is considered in the context of a long time and the boundless universe, it should even be said to be exactly the same.

Jing Jiu came to this conclusion by relying on TV, computer, books and observation of the silver-haired girl.

This human world occupies a part of the universe, and there are probably hundreds of star systems. It acts on its own in terms of administration, but it has a unified and symbolic king, and it must accept the unified leadership of the alliance in terms of military and science.

This unity is called the Galaxy Human Alliance. He is now on a planet called Stargate. This planet was completely hollowed out many years ago and is an important base of the alliance.

There are dozens of human regimes like Stargate planets in the Galaxy Alliance, and each regime has a priestess. The most important thing for a priestess is to pass on ancient knowledge.

The ancient knowledge in the rumors comes from ancient civilizations countless years ago. That ancient human civilization is said to be extremely developed and created an extremely magnificent picture in the universe, but it is a pity that it encountered the most terrifying enemy in the universe in the later stage-the sea of ​​dark things.

The ancient civilization and the sea of ​​dark things finally died together in a cruel battle, and the universe returned to its original peace.

Out of the dust will eventually grow new flowers. With the passage of time, human beings and the enemy recovered in the void at the same time, and then started a war that was almost reincarnated. Now it depends on who can return to the heyday of civilization earlier and destroy the other party.

In this war, the Galaxy Alliance has always been on the defensive or weak. Even though genetic optimization has made great progress and martial arts practice has become popular, it is still no match for those evil dark forces.

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Jing Jiu likes words like universe, stars, and planets very much, and he is also very used to words like king, but he is a little unfamiliar with words like administration, gene, and civilization. As for the word sea of ​​dark things... it is too casual. How is it different from the galaxy novels he reads on the bookshelf?

In the books and TV news he had read, the description of the Sea of ​​Dark Things was very vague, and there were even obvious traces of cover-up. He didn't believe that the sea of ​​dark things only had monsters like black sessile dandelions, and those monsters gave him a familiar feeling, which showed that everything was not that simple.

Those god-like strong men and extremely wise leaders who suddenly appeared more than a hundred years ago also made him feel familiar.

It's not about narcissism, it's about timing.

If one day in the starry sky is a year in Chaotian Continent, then more than a hundred years is more than 30,000 years in Chaotian Continent.

It was at that time that Qingshan opened the Patriarch Feisheng.

It was also at that time that the founder of the Zhongzhou School flew up.

Then where did those ascenders from Chaotian Continent go?

Is there any connection between these two things?

Even in the underground waterway, it is not Jing Jiu's habit to look up at the starry sky and think about the fate of the human race. He still has to solve his own problems first.

What matters most to him is the nature of the world.

Why do those fireballs called stars release the purest fairy energy?

He felt that he needed to seriously and systematically study all kinds of knowledge, astrophysics and everything, just like he did in the small mountain village back then.

The silver-haired girl's computer needs her iris authentication to log in to the college network. There are various restrictions on the ordinary civilian network, and the books in the room are not deep enough. What is said on the TV is all nonsense, and there is nothing useful. What should he do? And living in this house like a ghost, even if he wanted to watch the computer or read books, it was not very convenient, so he felt that some changes should be made.

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One night, Zhong Lizi returned from Xinshi College to the underground neighborhood, and walked into the house with tired steps.

She took off her hair tie, and her silver hair was loose and she looked as beautiful as starlight.

After receiving a glass of water and taking the pills, she was about to throw herself on the soft chair like a schoolbag, when suddenly she felt a sense of loss in her heart, as if something that had accompanied her for a long time had gone away.

Just like his father leaving without a sound, like Xiao Huang sneaking out of the house before dying.

She looked at the house and confirmed that nothing had changed. She couldn't help laughing at herself, thinking that no one has ever been with you, what are you thinking?

At this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang.

She was a little surprised, turned on the call light curtain, and asked, Who is it? What's the matter?

A boy in sportswear and a hat appeared on the call screen.

I saw the recruitment notice for shared renting on the college's website.

The brim of the hat was pressed a little low, covering the boy's face, but not his voice.

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(Today is Sister Shabao and Fenghuo’s birthday, and it’s also Chen Changsheng’s birthday. Tomorrow is Die Lan’s birthday. I wish them a happy birthday, and I wish everyone a happy day.)