The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 16: Honey, don’t walk into that river
Jing Jiu asked casually, but there was a thunder in Gu Qing’s heart.
His hand holding the teacup froze suddenly, and he whispered, “I haven’t told Zhen Tao… I can’t say it.”
Zhao Layue glanced at Jing Jiu, wondering why you are so concerned about this kind of relationship between men and women?
Jing Jiu did not notice her gaze, and continued: “Then keep it, and keep it until she or you die.”
Zhao Layue glanced at him again, thinking what a mess this was, but she resisted and said nothing.
Jing Jiu went on to say: “This time I want you to come back to prepare for the grand ceremony. You will return to Chaoge City after you finish it.”
Gu Qing is most concerned about Master’s affairs. A hundred years ago, he and Yuanqu clearly arranged the affairs of the master ceremony, but there was a very troublesome matter that needed to be dealt with in advance.
“According to the door rules, you will have to take out the Heavenly Sword, Master…”
He noticed that Jing Jiu’s expression remained unchanged, and continued: “In my opinion, the door rules should be revised in advance.”
For Jing Jiu, the Chengtian Sword is the most threatening existence. It was because he refused to take it out that year, Fang Jingtian and others forced it out of Qingshan.
He said: “It’s okay, the scabbard is in my hand, can anyone take it away?”
Gu Qing was right to think, Master is now a big thing, even Fang Jingtian is not his opponent, plus holding the Qingshan sword formation, who can look at the world to take the Heavenly Sword from his hand?
Since you have to do something, then do it quickly, he drank his cup of Chinese tea, and went to the Taoist Temple to discuss Yuanqu.
Not long after, Ping Yongjia walked out of the Taoist Temple. Judging from the way he looked back from time to time, he was actually driven out.
“Master…” He walked to the bamboo chair, touched his head, with a nervous expression on his face, finally plucked up the courage and said, “Are you really going to let me go to Jianfeng?”
Jing Jiu didn’t speak, Zhao Layue said: “He became the head and didn’t go to Tianguangfeng.”
Ping Yongjia understood the meaning and couldn’t help but was overjoyed. He quickly picked up the iron kettle to fill the cups for the two of them, and said: “But…I don’t understand anything, I really can’t be the leader of the peak.”
Zhao Layue said: “Neither do I, and do you think he will be the head?”
Jing Jiu glanced at her and knew it was because of the cause and effect of the previous conversation with Gu Qing.
Where did Ping Yongjia understand the undercurrent between the two masters, scratching her head and said in anguish: “But I don’t even know how to use the blue bird swordsmanship, how can they…”
Fang Luo, Jing Jiu took out a booklet from his arms and threw it to him, and asked, “Is there anything else?”
Ping Yongjia took out the Jikong sword, somewhat reluctant and somewhat helpless, said: “I don’t use a sword, what about this sword?”
Jing Jiu said: “Whatever.”
Ping Yongjia glanced at Zhao Layue, and finally understood something, so he hurriedly said goodbye and ran back to the Taoist Temple.
Not long afterwards, there was laughter of eyesight, ignorance, and so on.
The air at Shenmo Peak became relaxed.
Zhao Layue sat at the end of the bamboo chair with a teacup, looked at him and asked, “Which two things should I do first?”
Jing Jiu said: “Zhongzhou faction has gone through so many things. I want to become smarter. I can’t do anything before I share with him. Then I can only deal with him first.”
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The quiet mountain village is full of the smell of straw being cut.
The houses scattered everywhere, as well as the red lanterns hanging high, dilute the meaning of mountain dwellings, revealing a rich and decadent breath.
Yin San took a shower in the mountain creek, returned to the farmhouse, smiled a few words with the short and thin old man, and returned to his hut.
The furnishings in the hut were very simple, and an oil lamp was lit. To save money, the cord was cut extremely short, the flames were like beans, and it was very dim.
The ancestor Xuanyin was sitting on the bed, the flames in his eyes were like beans, and his expression was sorrowful.
“A real person… even if you want to repeat the world and realize the true meaning, why is it… so hard?”
“I have listened to the scriptures in Guocheng Temple for many years, but I am not interested in things like dancing in the red dust. In this respect, our brothers and sisters are indeed alike.”
Yin put three wet towels on the back of the chair and said with a smile: “I just want to know how he lived in this life.”
The ancestor Xuanyin touched his sparse hair, and said with a rare mockery: “It was rumored that he learned everything in only nine days. Did you stay here too long?”
“You mean my talent and understanding are not as good as his?” Yin San pushed over a bowl of water and made tea as a hospitality. “Whether it’s cutting wood for fire, or cutting rice for grain, I have done it before, but later I’m busy practicing, doing great things, helping the people, and gradually forgetting it, don’t you think I really want to learn this?”
The ancestor Xuanyin took a sip of the water and slapped his mouth unconsciously, and said, “Then what are you doing here? By doing this, you can know what is going on in his life. ?”
Yin San pointed to his eyebrows and said: “When I was in the stream, I suddenly wanted to understand something.”
The ancestor Xuanyin put the water bowl back on the broken table, stared at him and asked solemnly: “What’s the matter?”
Yin San said: “He has lived in the palace since he was a child. After being brought back to Qingshan by his ancestor, he only knew how to practice. He had never done these things. Why did he do it? In addition to adapting to the body, the more important thing is… he thought Take another path.”
The ancestor Xuanyin thought about the rumors about Jing Jiu over the past 100 years, shook his head and said, “I can’t see how it is different from the previous Jingyang.”
“This is breaking and then standing. Even if it looks like nothing has changed, it’s another layer after all.” Yin San said with a smile, “Or the second river.”
The ancestor Xuan Yin said: “What does the real person mean?”
“He was following the flow in the second river, but I shouldn’t have moved with it, forgetting my own river.”
Yin San smiled and said: “He cultivated his way, and I will destroy my world. That’s right.”
The ancestor Xuanyin suddenly felt that there was more blood in the room, so he sniffed and rubbed his nose, and said, “The way is different, I’m afraid there will be obstacles.”
Back then, Jing Yang took Yuan Qijing and Liu Ci and stabbed that sword behind Real Man Taiping. Why?
No matter how ignorant of the world’s affairs, no matter how lazy, in the face of destruction of the world, you always have to use a sword.
“The first time I went to the Netherworld was more than 700 years ago.”
Yin San said: “I have prepared for so many years, I don’t believe that he can really count everything. If he can, it may not be broken, because this is my river.”
The ancestors of Xuanyin naturally know that they seem to have lost their homes in the past few years, and they have been displaced in the world, but they are actually in Chaoge City, in the Qingshan Sect, and in the major sects. There are still many followers of Taiping real people. The problem is even those How can the Chaotian Continent be destroyed when people activate it at the same time?
Suddenly there was a fluttering sound and several night winds outside the house.
Yin Feng walked into the room with an angry pace, and said in a slightly pointed voice: “Fang Xiaosi, an idiot who doesn’t know how to bear humiliation at all, is actually locked into Hidden Peak by him again!”
Yin San got up and walked outside the house~IndoMTL.com~ looked at the green mountains and peaks in the distance of the night sky, and was silent for a long time.
The short and thin old man has fallen asleep long ago, snoring happy and ignorant.
Suddenly, a loud noise came from somewhere in the mountain village, and there were faint scolding and crying.
Yin San ignored those, still watching the night sky silently.
Yin Feng flew to the top of the wall and looked at the ancestral hall in the distance. Knowing what had happened, her long tail feathers swung a little dullly twice.
Tonight, the elders of the Liu family caught a widow who had committed adultery with a tenant worker. At this time, she was opening an ancestral hall for torture.
When the night is darker, the adulterers will be sunk into the bottom of the pond.
“The ones who gain the way help more, the ones who lose the way are few. I thought back then, am I the one who has the way or the lost one?”
Yin San suddenly said something that had nothing to do with Fang Jingtian, and even more so with the ancestral hall of the Liu clan.