The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 132: And put the pear blossoms full

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The morning sun appeared for a while, and was quickly swallowed by the clouds. The fastest update┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛

I don't know if it's too cold, but the morning glow is a little pale in color, and it looks very unspirited.

Zhao Layue walked to Baicheng and looked back to the north.

The snowfield is right in front of her eyes, and Jing Jiu is inside, but she can't get in.

With her realm strength, it's useless to go, she can't even pass through the cold fog, and she will die.

At this time, she needs help, but the Green Mountain Sect does not allow her to enter, and naturally will not help her, so she can only go to that person.

Yuan Qijing didn't want to care about her last night, but she directly broke the incident, so Yuan Qijing still pointed her a way.

The road leads to a temple.

There is only one temple in Baicheng, which is easy to find.

She walked to the temple, thinking that she could see that person, but she saw the winter first, which was a little surprised.

Sitting on the threshold during the winter, I don't know what I'm thinking.

A pair of couplets hung on both sides of the temple gate.

"To save the suffering, save the world, and pray for the Buddha, for the truth and for yourself."

Zhao Layue didn't think about this couplet or had any deep meaning, and walked towards the temple.

While passing by, over the winter, he asked, "Is it better?"

Zhao Layue gave a hum, walked to the golden Buddha and squinted her eyes.

Although the light of the rising sun is dim and reflected by the golden paint, it is still a bit dazzling.

The golden Buddha is very rich, with his belly bare, and his smiling face squinted slightly.

Her eyes fell on the knife in front of the Buddha.

The iron knife is as long as a beam of a house, not how heavy it is.

Thinking about the rumors about this knife, Zhao Layue's eyes gradually brightened, giving birth to some hope.

Just where is the owner of this knife?

She turned around and walked to the temple gate and asked: "What the **** is going on?"

Winter said: "She is having a baby."

Zhao Layue was startled and asked: "Who?"

Over the winter, he said: "The Snow Queen."

Zhao Layue was silent for a while and asked: "What is the fog?"

"The fog is her blood." Over the winter, looking at the fog in the north, he said: "This is the most important moment in her life, so I don't hesitate to waste blood and recall all the people, just don't want to be disturbed. Of course, She will not take the initiative to initiate a provocation."

Zhao Layue said: "I have read in the book that it is very painful for women to have children and they will become very weak."

Over the winter, I said: "I also read it in the book. I went to read it once because of curiosity. It was really painful, and the mother would indeed become weak. I even wondered if this would be the weakest in her long life. Moment."

Zhao Layue said: "If this is the case, why don't you summon all the powerhouses in the practice world to enter the snowy field and kill her?"

"First of all, she has not yet given birth. She has not yet reached the weakest point. No one knows that she will have to wait for several years."

Over the winter, he said: "Even if she is really born, how many guys do you think dare to go in and kill her?"

Zhao Layue didn't understand, and wondered if this wasn't the best opportunity for Human Race?

"If you gather all the strong people in the human race, even if you don't want those wicked old guys, of course you may kill her, even if she has no children."

Over the winter, he looked up at her and said calmly: "The problem is that 90% of the participants will die, so who wants to give up the Changsheng Avenue to work hard?"

Zhao Layue said: "But there is always someone to do this."

Listening to this, he smiled and looked a little relieved during the winter.

Many, many years ago, she was like Zhao Layue now, and she really contacted the strongest of the various sects and told her plans.

She even went to Yunmeng Houshan and Qingshan Hidden Peak.

However, no one responded to her except that idiot.

Jing Yang's answer is the best.

After that day, she never saw him again.

"For so many years, only that idiot has been working hard here, have you ever seen them come here?"

Sitting on the threshold during the winter, pointing to the big things in the practice world that haven't appeared behind the clouds, said with contempt.

Zhao Layue looked at her and asked, "Who are you?"

With such an attitude toward the head of the Zhongzhou School, Xihai Sword God, and Yuan Qijing, using an idiot to describe the saint of swords, it is naturally impossible to be a young disciple of Shuiyue'an.

There was no answer during the winter.

A sigh sounded in the temple.

I ignored it during the winter.

Zhao Layue turned around and looked around, but still didn't see anyone, and couldn't tell where the voice came from.

"I understand what you are here for, but I can't help you."

The voice was thick and bright, echoing in the temple, as if it had started everywhere, and it seemed that something was missing, which made the hearer feel stunned.

No one was seen, but Zhao Layue knew who the other party was.

She saluted the temple earnestly and said: "Qingshan Zhao Layue, I have seen Lord Sword Sage."

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The master of that voice in the temple is the saint of swordsman.

He is the descendant of the red dust from Guocheng Temple three generations ago. He was ordered to come to the north to join the Fengdao Sect.

As an ordinary disciple of the wind knife, he won the first prize in the Taoist battle of Meihui, but he refused to return to the Guocheng Temple to inherit the abbot's mantle.

In the following years, the weak Fengdao taught students to suppress the Kunlun Sect and became the most powerful sect in the northern Chaotian Continent.

He himself has become one of the strongest in the spiritual world.

What's even more awesome is that he came to Baicheng and never left.

For countless years, he has led the believers and believers, and cooperated with the Zhenbei Divine Army to fight against the invasion of Snow Country monsters.

Looking at the world, he is the only person who dared to fight the Snow Queen, and he has never stopped in the first battle.

In the past few years, he has fought with that existence without knowing how many times, how many times he was seriously injured and nearly died, and never gave up.

The wind and snow in Lonedao Town.

Naturally sanctify.

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The swordsmanship cultivation of Xihai Sword God is incomparably exquisite, comparable to a god, that's why it is called the Sword God, and the sword sects of Qingshan Sect and Wu'en Sect have never accepted it.

But in Chaotian Continent, no one dares not accept the title of Sword Sage.

Otherwise, you come.

Except for real person Jingyang, few people can convince Zhao Layue.

Speaking of disrespect, she doesn't even think of characters like the head of Qingshan and the sword **** Xihai.

Don’t you just live a few more years?

——If I can live for so many years, I can't decide who is stronger.

The sword saint she wears.

Because she can't do such a thing.

So when she salutes, she is very serious, and her posture is very low.

Sage Sword said: "Since the peak master is a real disciple of Jingyang, you can meet me in the same generation."

Zhao Layue stood up straight and asked: "Then, forgive me for asking, why can't I help me?"

If someone dares to go deep into the snowy field and bring Jing Jiu out at this time, then it must be a saint.

He has this kind of courage and this kind of ability.

"I have been with her for so many years and I have never felt her state of mind. She is extremely sensitive, irritable, and irritable... I have a feeling, not to mention temptation or provocation, even the slightest movement. If she misunderstood, she would set off the most violent counterattack. To be precise, she might go crazy. In that case, even if the people in the sky are willing to help, we really killed her, and the entire human world at least Half of the people will be buried. And if we don’t move now, the Northland should have the most peaceful time. She should be more busy raising children, right? Then this time may be longer."

After hearing this passage, Zhao Layue was silent for a long time.

Compared with the peace that may last for decades or even longer in the northern continent, let alone Jing Jiu and Bai Zao, no matter how important they are, they are not worth mentioning.

"Then wait like this? What should I do when she finishes giving birth? Human race may have to face two queens at that time."

"The world of Snow Country is simpler than ours. There can only be a queen. When she raises her children, I believe they will play a game by themselves and decide the winner. If the winner wants to go south, I Fight with that one again."

"You are afraid to go in now, can you beat her in the future?"

Everything makes sense, but still uncomfortable, even if it is the saint of swordsman, she still wants to mock the other person.

The voice of Dao Sheng is very calm, even a little clumsy.

"I can't beat it, I can't beat it in my life...but I still have to fight."

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Zhao Layue has nothing to say.

The voice of Sword Saint did not ring again.

She walked back to the temple gate, sat on the threshold, looked at the snowy field in the north, and said softly: "Will just wait like this?"

She asked the same question earlier. That time she was talking about the Snow Queen, and this time she was talking about Jing Jiu.

"The mist is so cold that no one can live, so there is no need to wait at all, but everyone has to assume a posture of worry and want to do something."

Over the winter, he said: "Look at it. In a few days, everyone will leave and the excitement in Baicheng will cease."

Zhao Layue said: "But Jing Jiu is not dead yet."

Over the winter, he said: "He is either dead or dying. Anyway, he is dead."

Zhao Layue said: "No, you are all dead, and he will not die."

After saying this, the temple became very quiet.

Two girls are sitting on the threshold.

The Golden Buddha looked at them.

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The cold mist locks the snowy field.

The ark of various denominations flew away one after another.

Zhao Layue asked Gu Qing and the youth surnamed Yuan to leave with the Qingshan Sword Boat and stayed by herself.

Baicheng is getting colder and colder.

As soon as autumn arrived, there were several heavy snowfalls. The wells in the city were completely frozen and the kangs were hard to heat up. Even the most devout believers were forced to leave.

The winter is gone.

Zhao Layue was still sitting on the threshold.

After winter, spring is still cold.

Until midsummer came, the fog on the snowy field did not decrease, and finally there was more warmth in Baicheng.

The water in the well gradually melted, and pear blossoms bloomed all over the city, but Jing Jiu still didn't come back.

Zhao Layue stood up, her black braids hanging down, much longer than last year.

She pulled up the black braid, cut it lightly, threw it on the ground, and left.

The wind is blowing, and the short hair is messy.

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The second volume of Su Mu is finished

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