The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 142: 23 years of small pond

　　 Liu Shisui recognized him and was surprised, and immediately gave birth to extremely sincere joy, shouting: “Master, no, hello, senior!”

　　 When he came to Guocheng Temple to study Buddhism, he couldn’t understand the true meaning of the scroll at all. It was not until Yin San’s personal guidance that he finally understood the scriptures, and then suppressed the conflict of true Qi in his body. After the interpretation, Yin San disappeared from his life, which made him miss very much. He suddenly reunited today and was naturally very excited.

　　 When he wanted to come to Yin San must be the eminent monk in Guocheng Temple, he subconsciously called the master, and then he thought that since the other party was going to drink, he could not think it was wrong, the other party is the master invited by the son. So quickly changed to the title of senior.

　　yin three smiles to indicate that there is no need to be polite, and sat down straight at the table, looking at the sumptuous dishes, and found that the little fox’s craftsmanship was more sophisticated than before, nodded with satisfaction, and said, “This dish can be served with wine. .”

　　 At this time, Xiao He walked in with a bowl of dishes, and looked at Yin San with surprise.

　　 is only different from Liu Shisui. She is less joyful and more vigilant. She doesn’t want any changes in the peaceful days of the Zen Temple vegetable garden.

　　yinsan glanced at the bowl in her hand and found that it was diving kimchi. The green bamboo shoots and the red radish matched the color beautifully, overflowing with a faint sour fragrance, and even more satisfied, and said: “You can come after drinking. Bowl of rice.”

　　 Xiaohe smiled and saluted, put the kimchi on the table, went to the stove to get a clean bowl of chopsticks, and poured a full bowl.

　　yinsan took a sip of the wine, found that the drink was ordinary, a little light, and didn’t care, and drank the wine in the bowl with another sip.

　　 Liu Shisui quickly filled his bowl with wine again.

　　 Yin San didn’t eat any vegetables, and directly drank another bowl. What’s interesting is that he drank it for granted because of his heroic drinking method.

　　 A few years ago, in the town of the Devil Prison Incident, the Underworld Emperor killed the Canglong and died. That evening, he played a tune and drank a bowl of wine. Today he also played a tune, and he especially wanted to drink.

　　 After drinking two bowls of wine, he picked up his chopsticks, picked up half of the bowl with his favorite dishes, and ate slowly, sometimes with a slice of red radish to clear his mouth.

　　 “Didn’t Zenzi write a letter to ask you to go to Yimaozhai? Why not?” Yin San suddenly looked at Liu Shisui and said.

　　 Liu Shisui further confirmed that the other party was a friend of the Dade of Guocheng Temple or a friend of the son, and responded with an apologetic smile, but did not say anything.

　　When he was in Yunmeng Mountain, Jing Jiu asked him the same question, but he didn’t say it then, let alone now.

　　 Yin San smiled slightly, and then asked: “How do you feel about this question?”

　　 Liu Shisui thought about the life of practicing in that world and serving as a guard, and found that it was really simple and boring, and there was no insight. I am sorry and said, “No.”

　　yin asked three times: “What about Jing Jiu?”

　　 Liu Shisui didn’t even think about it, and said directly: “The son is almost the same as outside, still like that.”

　　 Yin San said after a moment of silence: “That’s good.”

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　　 Somewhere on the cliff of Yunmeng Mountain, autumn trees are like yellow covers, and a few golden leaves are falling with the wind.

　　 Tong Yan stood under the tree, looking at the dreamlike cloud country beyond the cliff, not knowing what she was thinking.

　　 He is holding a delicate small hip flask in his hand, and whenever a leaf falls, he will lift it up and take a sip.

　　 Ascetics drink alcohol, there is not much difference between drinking alcohol and mortal alcohol, and they still need good things to be given away.

　　 Before going to Baicheng, He Zhan copied the method of making grilled fish to him. He grilled hundreds of them, but found that the taste still couldn’t come out, so he had to give up.

　　 At this time, the good thing he used to deliver wine was not the yellow leaves falling with the wind, but the chess pieces he held in the heart of his left hand.

　　 The chess pieces rubbed and turned in the palm of the palm, bringing out a clear but heavy sound, which was a bit nice, for him, it was no different from a good dish.

　　 He played less and less chess because he felt boring.

　　No one in the world can beat him, and he can’t beat Jing Jiu in any way, whether in the world or in the fantasy realm of Qingtianjian.

　　Pian Sheng Jing Jiu’s method of playing chess is still so boring…

　　 Only when he is boring, he thinks about drinking. Naturally, he will not use the true essence to dissolve it. When the seventieth yellow leaves fell, he finally felt drunk.

　　 This kind of exhilarating feeling is really good.

　　 Tong Yan wants to ascend into a fairy, so why bother to practice hard work? Mortals only need a few pots of fine wine.

　　Is it really worth paying so much for the ethereal and hard-to-find avenue?

　　He got up on the fence with a hip flask, took the wind, walked for a long time in the clouds and mist, and came to a very quiet and remote valley.

　　 This is the edge of Yunmeng Mountain, and it is close to the forbidden formation. Few disciples from Zhongzhou will come here.

　　 It is probably for this reason that Luo Huainan built his secret mansion here in secret.

　　 Tong Yan carried the wine flask, opened the three-tier restriction of the cave, and walked in. The light band made of spar met the fresh wind, illuminating the simple and clean furnishings inside.

　　 After Luo Huainan died, this secret cave fell into his hands. Tan Zhenren and Bai Zhenren should know what he did secretly, and responded in silence, naturally they would not care about this small cave.

　　 Tong Yan walked to the stone table, looked at the little green bottle, and was silent for a while.

　　 The green vial is Luo Huainan’s final escape route for Yuan Ying, and he really died here.

　　 Tong Yan poured some of the wine in the flask on the ground, then sat down and drank slowly.

　　 As time passed, he became more drunk, leaning on the stone table with his forehead, and when he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard a sound.

　　 The sound is very faint, like a candle in the wind, it seems that it may go out and disappear at any time.

　　 Tong Yan suddenly raised her head, her eyes were extremely bright, there was no hint of drunkenness.

　　This place is quiet and remote, close to Yunmeng Formation, and there are restrictions in the cave to isolate the inside and outside. Why is there a sound?

　　 The voice was very close, even as if it was in his heart.

　　 is it the wicked demon’s method?

　　 Tong Yan thought with an indifferent face, even the saint of the Blood Demon Sect did not have such skills, and the imperial concubine Hu in the palace couldn’t do it.

　　 He believed that this was not an illusion, and he didn’t drink too much. He carried the true essence into his ears and listened attentively.

　　 I don’t know how long it took, and his earlobes trembled slightly, and finally heard the sound again.

　　 The voice was really faint and trembling slightly, it seemed extremely cold, and… he seemed to have heard it somewhere.

　　 He listened in silence, and after listening for a long time, he finally understood what the voice said.

　　”Youth…”

　　”Youth…Save me…”

　　”The boy playing chess…It’s me…”

　　 Tong Yan raised her eyebrows very strongly, as if they were erected.

　　 He could hear whose voice it was.

　　 Qingtian Jianling.

　　 The little girl named Qinger.

　　 The little girl used to come out to play with him in his childhood, until they met again in the small building in Echo Valley the other day.

　　 asked after the meeting was over, he asked Master to go to Echo Valley to see her, but Master did not allow…

　　 Yes, Qing Tianjian is in Echo Valley, why does her voice sound in her heart?

　　 Did I really drink too much, because of the setbacks in chess and the experience of Luo Huainan, which gave birth to a demon?

　　 Tong Yan’s face suddenly paled, not because he drank too much, not because he was afraid of the demons, but because he heard Qing’er’s wailing again.

　　 He wanted to understand something.

　　 The voice did not come from my heart, but a crack in the stone in the cave.

　　No one knows that in this secret cave in the south of Luohuai, there is a secret passage leading to the deep veins of the Yunmeng Array.

　　 The crack in the stone is the entrance to the underpass.

　　Why did that faint voice come out there?

　　 Is Qingtianjian suppressed to the depths of the earth vein?

　　 Qing Tianjian is a real Tianbao. Its status in the Zhongzhou School is similar to that of a unicorn and a dead dragon. Only two masters can make such a decision.

　　 What kind of big mistake did that little girl make that she should be punished like this?

　　 Tong Yan has a deep study of chess, and is extremely capable of deduction and calculation. It only took a very short time to get close to the truth, and at the same time, he concluded that this is not something he can intervene.

　　He put the hip flask on the stone table, got up and walked out of the cave without hesitation.

　　 sensed his departure, the voice from deep underground gradually disappeared, everything returned to deathly silence, desperate.

　　 Tong Yan came to the door of the cave and waved a jade card.

The 　　 jade card draws a stream of light, and heads towards Yunmeng Mountain somewhere, carrying a piece of divine consciousness he passed to Bai Zao.

　　——I have some feelings in the illusion of Qingtianjian, and I am determined to retreat and meditate. The time is unknown.

　　 He reopened the three restrictions, turned around and walked back to the depths of the cave, and made another barrier formation before he walked to the stone wall and stared at the crack for a long time in silence.

　　 soon he came to the second conclusion, which is basically impossible.

　　 The Earth Vein is connected to the Yunmeng Great Array. If you want to sneak into the depths of the Earth Vein, you can’t use any Taoism, otherwise you will definitely be discovered.

　　 And Tianbao such as Qingtianjian must be guarded by someone, and it may even be a unicorn beast, even if he does reach the depths of the earth, what can he do?

　　He failed to reach the third conclusion.

　　 For a person like him who is extremely intelligent and has no ideas, there are only two situations where he does not need to think.

　　 It’s not clear how to calculate one type, and how to calculate it, and there is no good result. Then there is no need to perform deduction calculations at this time, just do it directly.

　　 Tong Yan took off her clothes, folded them carefully, put them on the couch, and walked to the stone wall.

　　With steady hands falling on the hard rock wall, as if grabbing tofu, he dug a large piece of rock silently.

　　 Soon the crack in the rock was dug into a hole that can be penetrated, and the ground was piled with sand like a hill.

　　 The speed seems to be fast, but thinking about the distance between the depths of the ground vein and the ground, I know that it is still too slow.

　　Tong Yan has already been calculated, and it will take about twelve years to dig deep into the veins.

The fact of 　　 didn’t make him flinch at all, he continued digging in silence.

　　 For ascetics, twelve years of retreat is a normal thing.

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　　 Winter is here.

　　The green mountain array opened as usual, ushering in the first snow and two snows and three snows.

　　 On the top of Shenmo Peak, a stone gate in the cave opens.

　　 Jing Jiu walked to the edge of the cliff with his hands on his back, looking towards the peaks in the wind and snow, still holding his left hand.

　　 There is no sound when the snow falls, Tianguangfeng is as usual, Shangdefeng is as usual, Jianfeng, Xilaifeng, and peaks and peaks are all as usual.

　　 The scenery in front of him is no different from the scenery he saw when he decided to leave for Chaoge City a few years ago.

　　 It’s just that there is a faint melody from Qingrong Peak not far away.

　　 There are always sayings about enjoying snow and plums.

　　Qing Rongfeng’s performance in swordsmanship and sword trials over the years is not good, and it is inseparable from Nan Wang’s connivance.

　　 Jing Jiu shook his head, looked at the white flagpole standing in the snow, and flicked his right hand slightly.

　　 there is a soft pop.

　　 The white cat flew up from the thick snow, meowing angrily, and his white hair exploded like an arrow. It was about to tear the incoming person apart, but found that it was him and had to give up.

　　 It suddenly felt that the scene was a bit familiar, tilted its head slightly, and looked a little confused.

　　 Five pieces of Thunder Soul Wood has returned from the sword prison to Shenmo Peak, but Jing Jiu did not allow Ah Da to return to Bihu Peak.

　　 The head master obviously disagrees with him using Qingshan’s guard as a gatekeeper, but he is so afraid of death that he doesn’t bother to bother about it.

　　 Jing Jiu said, “Ada, get ready to go to a place with me.”

　　 I need to say something specifically, and I still have to prepare. I want to come to that place very far, and it will take a long time to go.

　　 The white cat is very angry, wondering if he will come again? If you travel around the world as you want to bully people and become ancestors, but every time you meet a wicked person such as the Canglong or the Xihai Sword God, who can withstand it? Besides, Leihunmu just returned to his side, is it going to send the dog again?

　　 Jing Jiu persuaded it last time with a word of fighting.

　　 a fight between dragons and tigers.

　　 This time he relied on a place name.

　　 “I’m going to Guocheng Temple, the Thunder Soul Wood crossed the Ming Road and sent it back to Bihu, Liu Ci personally watched it.”

　　 The white cat was silent for a while, and meowed in agreement.

　　 As far as it is now, it is basically hopeless to ascend, so it can only think about prolonging life, and it is best to live with the world.

　　The method in this area is of course the most powerful in Zen. It has long wanted to go to Guocheng Temple to listen to the sutras, but there has been no suitable opportunity.

　　 Listening to the movement, Gu Qing and Yuanqu came out of the cave and saluted one person and one cat.

　　 Jing Jiu said to Gu Qing: “Hold the cat and follow me.”

　　 This is how they walked from Chaoge City to Xihai.

　　 Gu Qing was too late to ask, walked to the white cat, saluted again, and then stretched out his hand.

　　 Looking at this scene, Yuanqu is a little envious. How many Qingshan disciples can walk around the world holding the guardian adults? It’s just that Gu Qing is a direct disciple of Jing Jiu, he is a nephew, and after all, he is separated by a floor, so he can’t fight for anything.

　　 Unexpectedly, the white cat would not allow Gu Qing to hug, and waved his paw to make him stand further, with a look of disgust.

　　 Zhao Layue walked towards the edge of the cliff, looked at Jing Jiu’s eyes and said, “I’ll come.”

　　 The white cat kept nodding.

　　 Jing Jiu said, “Also.”

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　　 left a letter for Yuanqu to be forwarded there, Jing Jiu took Zhao Layue, Zhao Layue and the cat and left Shenmo Peak.

　　Fusi sword is too conspicuous. They used that iron sword, and they landed in Yunji Town without flying far, and left after a hot pot.

　　In the next section of the road, they did not control the sword, but walked.

　　The white cat was tilted in Zhao Layue’s arms, thinking that the journey was pretty good, and the bumpy mountain road didn’t matter.

　　 Mountain Road passes through a small mountain village, and comes to the mountain beam and looks down, just to see the larger and larger house.

　　Father Liu was busy in the yard, and he was still full of black hair. After so many years, it seems that his body is still healthy.

　　 Liu mother hugged a little boy and walked out with a five or six-year-old girl in her hand.

　　 Father Liu greeted him and said something. The whole family laughed and enjoyed themselves extremely.

　　 Zhao Layue looked down and said, “Does Liu Shisui know?”

　　 “I don’t know.”

　　 Jing Jiu took out a pill and handed it to Zhao Layue and said, “It turns into a water tank. The pond in the village has a nice view. You are waiting for me there.”

　　 The white cat raised his head, looked at the light snow falling in the sky, thinking about standing by the pond in the winter to enjoy the scenery, are you enough?

　　 Zhao Layue said hello, came to the village with the cat in her arms, put a medicine in the water tank of the Liu’s house, then walked to the pond and looked at the water.

　　 The snowflake fell on the water and disappeared instantly, as if it had never existed.

　　 She is about to swim in the middle of the wild. For mortals, she is a true god, and no one can see it standing by the pond.

　　 The white cat felt that she was a little nervous, and meowed softly, trying to comfort her.

　　 Zhao Layue looked at the snowflakes falling on the water, and said nothing.

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　　 Jing Jiu confirms that no one is looking at him~ IndoMTL.com~ No matter the sky or the ground, he walked out of the small village and walked back along the same road back then.

　　 willow father and mother Liu gave birth to two more children, and the big tree by the pond has been old for 23 years.

　　 After walking through the wild forest for a long time, he finally came to the stream, where he was cutting wood to make a fire, and it was the first time in his two lives to dry his clothes.

The water of the 　　 stream is covered with snow, and the pool upstream is even more thin ice, but because of the waterfall falling from the belly of the mountain, it is not frozen.

　　Jingjiu went up against the waterfall, entered the belly of the mountain, passed through the extremely dark passage, and came to the cave mansion.

　　The pearl in the cave shone with light, illuminating the stone couch and the two futons in front of the couch.

　　 The man is still lying on the stone couch, his face is covered with a layer of unfathomable clouds, and it seems to be thousands of stars, unable to see the true face.

　　 Jing Jiu walked to the couch and said: “There must be a problem with the formation. Today we will first confirm whether the white blade has made any shots.”

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　　 (Some readers are worried that I have forgotten my original intentions, don’t worry, Dadao is definitely easy and flowing. I wrote it very lightly and cheerfully. I hope everyone can read it casually. It’s fun. Today is the beginning of the year, Jing Jiu Rebirth is just twenty-three years old, so of course I have to pay my respects to my dear Sister San.)

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