The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 137: Unforgettable

? The events of the Qingshan Sect attracted the attention of many people, and hundreds of eyes fell on Jing Jiu's left hand.

He clenched his left hand tightly, not because of excitement or anger.

People all saw the scene of him when he won the illusion in the illusion of the blue sky, and vaguely guessed something.

The news that Bai Qianjun was seriously injured has also spread, and people are even more sure that the Longevity Immortal Urn should be in Jing Jiu's left hand.

Everyone was shocked and puzzled. They didn't understand why Jing Jiu didn't put the immortal urn away, but just grabbed it like this. Isn't he worried that something might happen?

Suddenly a gloomy voice sounded somewhere: "Jing Jiu's doing this is obviously unruly. If it is stated at the beginning that it can be done, who wouldn't think of breaking the boundary?"

The speaker was an elder from the Kunlun School, and he was talking about Jing Jiu's victory.

A master Daze laughed and said: "Even if you want, can you do it?"

When the sects close to Qingshan say, those sects that are close to the Zhongzhou faction will naturally not fall, and they all voiced, thinking that Jing Jiu got the immortal urn in this way, it is really unconvincing, and the scene is a little chaotic. The rhythm of things must be engaged.

At this time, someone on the viewing platform of the Qingshan Sect gave a hum.

The sound came from the nose. It was very tactful and unpleasant. It had a very lazy smell, but it was very provocative.

Everyone heard this, and felt so uncomfortable. When they looked up, they found that the man was Zhuo Rusui.

Zuo Rusui raised his eyelids and slowly looked over the faces of those people without speaking.

But everyone knows that his hum is the famous mantra of the Qingshan School.

Do you want to die?

No one wants to die.

Thinking about Zhuo Rusui's prestige and his fierce reputation in the Blue Sky Mirror, everyone including the Kunlun faction elder was silent, and there was silence outside the Echo Valley.

Jing Jiu used this method to get the immortal urn, whether the Zhongzhou faction thought it was in accordance with the rules, anyway, they could not decide.

I believe that at this time, several real people in charge should be discussing these things in the depths of Yunmeng.

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Jing Jiu thought that Liu Ci and Zhuo Rusui, the pair of masters and disciples, were really similar.

Naturally, he ignored those people, and said to Nan Wang: "The reason why I persist, naturally has my reasons."

Nan Wang said blankly, "Even if your proposal is so absurd?"

Different from what Se Se and others thought, what Jing Jiu and Nan Wang were talking about was not what Xianlu gave to Shuiyue'an.

Because of even March, Nan Wang has never liked Shuiyue'an, but he doesn't care about such things.

If it could be possible, Jing Jiu would never speak to Nan Wang, let alone approach her, but this matter is a bit troublesome, and he must meet Liu Ci as soon as possible.

"Yes," he said.

Nan Wang gave him a cold look and said nothing.

In the sky behind her, dozens of extremely thin strings appeared, and the Jinse Sword broke through the air, not knowing where.

This scene attracted more people's attention.

Nan Wang said to Jingtian, "I and Jing Jiu are one step ahead."

After saying this, the Jinse Sword has already broken through the air, and dozens of thin strings appear again.

When the string closed again, she and Jing Jiu had already reached the mountain in front of them.

Fang Jingtian frowned slightly, thinking about what had happened, and didn't want to stay any longer, instructed Qingshan disciples to gather, and then left with his sword.

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Leaving does not mean leaving Yunmeng Mountain directly, but leaving Echo Valley.

When I got the Xianlu, I turned around and left. It would seem too bullying and rude, just like Qingniao once thought of Jing Jiu.

The sword light flashed, and Qingshan disciple returned to the Shelter House.

Fang Jingtian's face was slightly dark, and he walked directly behind the cliff along the promenade, and came to Jing Jiu's room.

Nan Wang sat cross-legged in front of the door.

Dozens of invisible sword strings are scattered all around, enclosing the room.

Fang Jingtian looked at this scene and asked: "What happened?"

Nan Wang said, "He wouldn't say it."

Fang Jingtian said: "I just knew that he was really going to give the immortal urn to Shuiyue'an."

Nan Wang said, "I have no opinion."

"Who allows him to decide for himself?"

Fang Jingtian furiously said: "The longevity immortal urn is the most precious treasure left by the ancestors of Bai, and it is important to the sect. Don't mention him, even you and I have no right to decide!"

Nan Wang glanced at him and said mockingly: "Are you going to drive Jing Jiu out of the gate like Jian Ruyun?"

Many years ago, after Qingshan tried his sword, Jing Jiu became a genius disciple cultivated secretly by Qingshan Jiufeng. He did not live up to his expectations. Mei will be the first in Dao warfare, and now he is the first in question. Moreover, he is the disciple of the real Jingyang, the elder of Shenmofeng, apart from the head and Jianluyuan riding a whale, who can move him?

Fang Jingtian's face was even more ugly, and he said, "Junior sister, I remember that you have always disliked Shenmofeng."

Nan Wang said: "I don't like it now, but I just tell you the facts."

Fang Jingtian was silent for a moment and said, "Let me go in and talk to him."

Nan Wang said, "No one can go in now."

Fang Jingtian said: "What happened?"

Nan Wang closed his eyes and ignored him.

Fang Jingtian couldn't help but walked away.

Nan Wang opened his eyes, looked at the flowing clouds and clear breeze outside the column, and asked: "Xianlu...have a problem?"

Jing Jiu's voice sounded behind her: "Yes."

He looked at his left fist, the fairy urn was inside, even if it was sealed by his fingers, it still exudes a faint fairy air to the outside world.

Fortunately, the immortal spirit is too weak, and only he and certain beasts should be able to smell it.

Before entering the illusion, he had done several deduction calculations, but the results were not very good.

At the time, he knew that there might be some questions when asked this time, so he let Gu Qing leave first.

It looks like this is true now, but it is already so, and it makes no sense to think more.

He pushed open the door, took out the bamboo chair and lay down.

Feeling the movement behind him, Nan Wang raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that the picture was really ugly, so he floated cross-legged, half a foot higher than the bamboo chair.

There was a sudden noise from the cliff outside the fence, and it seemed that someone was climbing up.

Neither Nan Wang nor Jing Jiu moved because they perceive who the arrival is.

Jing Jiu is still lying on the bamboo chair.

Nan Wang is still floating in the air.

When Liu Shisui climbed to the top of the mountain, he saw such a strange scene. He was stunned for a while before he woke up.

"I have seen Uncle Nan, I have seen the son."

He knelt on the ground six heads.

Jing Jiu said: "I want you to come here to see your situation, but seeing you climb the mountain so easily, it should be no problem, then go back."

Liu Shisui let out a cry, thinking that in the fantasy world, you called me not to go far. I finally came here, why should I leave? Honestly, it doesn't mean that you are not smart. He quickly thought that something must be happening on the son's side, maybe some danger was encountered, or why Uncle Nan would be guarding here.

He said: "I will stay to protect you."

Jing Jiu glanced at him.

Liu Shisui understood what he meant, but he still hesitated.

"I personally guard him, don't worry, hurry back to your place."

Nan Wang said with a deep face: "The disciple who should have been in the sword prison introspected is swaggering in the world, and it is passed out. How can Master Qingshan discipline the disciple?"

Jing Jiu said: "He is the head of the boss who called."

Liu Shisui was a little embarrassed. He thought it was true. The son had already got the immortal urn, so it would be better for him to return to the temple earlier.

As he was about to leave, he saw that the bamboo chair was a bit badly worn and couldn't help but said: "I planted some bamboo over there, make you a new one?"

Jing Jiu said, "Also."

Liu Shisui climbed over the railing and climbed down the cliff along the same path.

Thinking about the previous conversation, Nan Wang didn't know why he was a little uncomfortable, so he snorted and said, "Where did your other apprentice go?"

Jing Jiu knew that she was asking Gu Qing, and said, "I told him to return early."

Nan Wang raised his eyebrows and said, "Before you entered, you knew you would win, and you also knew there was a problem with Xianlu?"

Jing Jiu gave a hum.

Nan Wang was silent for a while and said: "The head of the head asked Liu Shisui to join as a disciple of no grace and come to sit in person. He is also optimistic that you can win?"

Jing Jiu hummed again.

Nan Wang looked at the scenery beyond the cliff thoughtfully.

Jing Jiu asked, "Why haven't you come back?"

He asked about Liu Ci, the head of Qingshan.

Nan Wang said: "You don't follow the rules. If you take the immortal urn, some people will naturally refuse to accept it. The real master wants to handle these things for you. How can you come back so soon."

Jing Jiu said, "If I was right, he would come back sooner than I thought."

Nan Wang said: "You really only want to tell the boss about the problem of Xianlu? You can't even believe me?"

She was a little unhappy, and became even more angry when she thought that she, the Peak Master Qingrong, was actually guarding a young disciple.

Jing Jiu looked at her back and knew she was angry.

He remembered the big rock on the top of Qingrong Peak many years ago, the flowers and trees behind the rock, and the unruly girl drinking on the rock, with a smile on his lips.

For him, this is really a rare emotion.

Immediately afterwards, he remembered the little tune that the girl sang after being drunk, and his smile disappeared.

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In the deepest part of a secret valley in Yunmeng Mountain, there is an extremely hidden cave.

The prohibition in the cave mansion is very powerful, even if the strong green mountain in the sky-passing realm strikes, it can last for a while.

The dzi bead was held in one hand and placed in the middle of the stone table.

Countless rays of light projected from the Huan dzi beads, illuminating the walls of the cave.

The cave house is a dome, and those pictures are connected together, looking very vast.

Those pictures are the decades of the questioners in the illusion of Qingtian.

Even the most remote mountain villages, the most subtle movements and expressions are all in these pictures.

The picture passed by at high speed, turning into countless ribbons of various colors, but in those ruthless eyes, it was no different from the real picture.

Mr. Bai doesn't need to ask what happened in the blue bird illusion.

As long as she wants, she can call up that world at any time and watch what happened in the past.

Blue Bird has no way to hide anything from her.

Mr. Bai did not look at other questioners, only Jing Jiu and Blue Bird.

She watched the baby born silently in the Chu Palace, watched him stand up, watch the sky and the earth, watch him grow up, practice and ignore world affairs.

Duke Mo entered the palace, and Jing Jiu made a real move for the first time.

"Quickly." Bai Zhenren said to himself: "But it's not fast enough."

The picture continues to move forward at high speed, and soon comes to the final stage.

In the Buzhou mountains, the mountains are full of red leaves like fire, and the stone steps are like jade belts. The Emperor Qin climbed the steps and met Jing Jiu in the temple.

Dozens of powerful Qin people were chopped into pieces, Emperor Qin was seriously injured, and Jing Jiu's hand was still on the hilt.

At that time, the blue bird looked at the distant mountains, looked at the red leaves, and looked at the Emperor Qin, intentionally or unconsciously, and skipped some very important pictures.

These images are now in the eyes of Real Bai.

"Quick enough," she said.

A beast eye as big as a jade plate slowly appeared in the shadow in the depths of the cave, cold and terrifying, full of killing intent.

"You were making a big fuss in the Demon Suppression Prison, and the blue dragon died because of you, but just a few years later, I came to Zhongzhou to grab the treasure..."

Mr. Bai looked at Jing Jiu, who was walking towards the void in the screen, and said blankly, "I really thought I forgot?"

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The following is a testimonial, I should let this chapter exceed the number of words, and find ways to compensate you in the future. I have not written much recently. I didn’t say that the two chapters are combined every day. I will get my body as soon as possible and restore the 4,000-character update. , But depending on the physical condition and the itinerary of this month, how does it feel like hope is very slim...

First, please give a reader’s comment on this chapter.

The reader said this: Why did Qin Shihuang want to sweep away, because he wanted to win, why he still asked for longevity, because he didn't come out.

This sentence is so wonderful, it completely found my itch.

About the Blue Sky Mirror, I wanted to write a single chapter eloquently, but then I thought that I was no longer the same as I was in the avenue. Does such a neat and beautiful writing use so many words?

I don’t talk much about the interesting things I like. At the beginning, the reader’s chapter is basically finished. Although my main line is not like this, I will just say a few words below.

Qing Tian Jian Illusory Realm is the same as the enchantment and Zhou Yuan I wrote before. It is not a copy because it has a very close connection with the main line.

Looking at the back of the road towards the sky, everyone will find that Qingtianjian and the main line are indeed...no connection.

But it is still not a copy, and even in my opinion, it is the least deviating from the main purpose of these three risky and successful attempts.

Dadao Chaotian is a second-generation immortal. It is naturally light. Jing Jiu has no mental history, can't write history, and can't write back about him by comparing people and things.

How to solve this problem? The choice and historical process of the inquirers in the illusion are what must be done in this kind of work. The illusion can even be understood as the history of the great Daotian, but it is much simpler than the history that Jingyang experienced in the real world ~ IndoMTL.com~ because there is only Jing Jiu in the illusion, but there is no peace.

At least a million characters long comprehension palace battle was solved in dozens of chapters. It was very economical and straightforward. It was the realm I pursued in writing, so I was very satisfied.

From an aesthetic point of view, I am also very satisfied. The details I write carefully in it are the accents and pictures I like. There are Jiajing, Zhang Juzheng, Hu Zongxian, Emperor Shi, Mrs. Gouyi, Zheng He, Qing Yunian, and two children debating the day. There are many true or false stories.

Furthermore, what I want to express is probably the chapter name of this chapter, which is unforgettable after all.

The title of the chapter of the day before yesterday must be higher than that of the Tiangong test. In the middle, Jing Jiu asked him who is higher than the sky. Of course, these are all related to the Eight-Three Shooting Eagle. About ten days ago, I said that even if I click on the theme song of Shooting Eagle at random now, I still get goose bumps, and the butterfly jumped out and said, I will get it even more in the future! Do you think you will get younger... It's really sad, and it is also related to Cai Guoquan's "Heavenly Heart" song, so I highly recommend it to everyone.

Finally, I will announce an important discovery to everyone. If you smoke again with cherry-flavored cough candies, there will be an obvious fishy smell.