The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 4: Sitting and talking about the Tao
Zuo Rusui and others have been staring at the two wheelchairs on the beach.
This conversation will inevitably be written in the history of mankind. How can it not be heard and then recorded?
So they are all eavesdropping, nervous and faintly excited, like doing bad things.
In order not to disturb the conversation, their communication is all done in divine consciousness.
Several gods converge in one place, affecting the flow of air, forming a vague air mass.
“The real person in charge is still so arrogant. Who will make the first move? Actually I can say that I am a human being!”
“The old man showed you fairy tales. Didn’t you read those history books? Who can **** that woman? An emperor said something similar.”
“Patriarch’s words are so sharp, how should I respond? My lord. Does the head master want to admit that he is a jellyfish?”
“The son should be so good, I am all the life…If I can not fight, it will be fine.”
“He can’t hear it again. Can you stop flattering when you are ten? Don’t let your hands be soft and throw the magic weapon together.”
“This sword is good. If it represents the direction of human evolution, it should be Ping Yongjia or that little girl.”
“Does Qing’er girl count? What about her? Will she participate in the war?”
“Ping Yongjia has nothing to do with this world? What does this mean? All things and one sword have other origins? It will be fine if he is here.”
“The real person in charge said that it is not important. It is shameless to change the topic so stiffly.”
“Can he really get rid of the control of the Celestial Sword?”
“The true head actually wanted to kill the Patriarch when he was in Chaotian Continent? Why? Does he really have a way?”
This is the end of the divine sense conversation, because the discussion has been completed.
“It’s really boring.” Shen Yunjian said: “The essence of human beings really is repetition.”
Liu Shisui asked seriously: “What’s the solution?”
Shen Yunjian said: “Life, evolution…These should be things that should have been understood when they were young. Two old guys who have lived and don’t know how old are still discussing so seriously, is it really boring to delay time? “
“Really?” Liu Shisui and Peng Lang were a little confused, “We never thought about it.”
Shen Yun chuckled out and was about to make fun of a few words, but suddenly found that something was wrong with Zhao Layue.
Zhao Layue did not participate in their discussion, and has been paying attention to the Huaxi by the sea.
The location of Huaxi is a bit close to the two wheelchairs.
If the Patriarch takes action, she will want to kill.
Occasionally, the little girl squatted down to collect shellfish. The sea breeze moved her hair and her sleeves, her pale face was a little red from the sun, and beads of sweat grew gradually.
Who would have thought that such a lovely woman would die at any time?
Several sword lights lit up from between the clothes.
Zhao Layue disappeared from the place, and instantly came to Huaxi.
Liu Shisui and others responded very quickly.
More than ten sword lights were born on the beach, and they also came to Zhao Layue.
Tong Yan also floated past using the heaven and earth escape method.
Only the robot is still standing on the beach.
Shen Yun scolded a few swear words and sat down.
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Zhao Layue and others looked at the sea warily.
A very small wind and rain came from the sea, and then disappeared immediately.
The sea surface was swelling, and a man in a black robes came out. It was Jian Xian Ensheng.
When he left Mars, he grabbed Ah Da’s Mao and hung it all the way. Ah Da hadn’t done anything until he reached the atmosphere of Ancestral Star, when he suddenly attacked him and shot him down into the sea far away.
It did not want Ensheng to participate in the ensuing war, so it did so, but it did not expect that Jing Jiu did not immediately do it after meeting with the ancestor, but exchanged Huaxi’s life with Xue Ji’s life, and then began. Gossip.
Even the endless sea, so long is enough for Ensheng to find him.
Everyone looked at him warily, even Peng Lang.
No one knows whether Jian Xian Ensheng will break the short silence. What if he didn’t want to rescue Huaxi, but killed Huaxi, so as to help the ancestor gain the right to act freely?
Ensheng ignored them and walked directly to the side of the coconut grove not far away. He looked at Jing Jiu in the wheelchair and said, “Although these words are meaningless now, I still want to say that there is no Patriarch to create a green mountain. Jianzong, it is impossible to have you now, let alone these juniors, do you lack basic respect for him?”
Listening to these words, Liu Shisui lowered his head. Zhuo Rusui also felt so uncomfortable. Peng Lang thought that if there was no Patriarch Ensheng to start the sect in Tianshou Mountain, he would not have the current self, so he couldn’t help sighing.
Zhao Layue and Tong Yan are also silent. They have all learned Qingshan Kendo, no matter from which point of view, they should be regarded as having received the favor of the ancestor, but now they are besieging the ancestor, and it does feel that something is wrong.
Only one person doesn’t think so.
“He just picked up the sword in the mountains.”
Jing Jiu said: “If someone else picks the sword, there will be the Qingshan Sect.”
This sentence is a response to Jian Xian Ensheng’s statement.
Since the Patriarch is not a necessary condition for the existence of these descendants, then why be grateful?
“The sword was picked up by someone else, and it might be used to chop wood.”
Ensheng stared into his eyes and said: “The Patriarch is the one chosen by fate.”
“The person selected by fate is called Minghao. If the fate refers to picking the sword, the sword is of course the key.”
The meaning of Jing Jiu’s sentence is also very clear.
Ensheng looked at him with a sneer and said: “The name of the Qingshan Sect comes from the ancestor, why do you have to be arrogant?”
Jing Jiu said: “If Zhuo Rusui picked this sword tens of thousands of years ago, it would be called Rusuizong. If I picked it at ten years old, it would be called Shisuizong. If I picked it up, it would be called Jiuzong. , Is it important to call it?”
Zuo Rusui said bitterly: “It’s still more important, these names are too weird.”
Shen Yun buried in the distance and said: “That’s Shen Qingshan’s name just right. I have to thank my grandparents.”
“Even if no one picks the sword, the Green Mountain Sect has never appeared, what is it?”
Jing Jiu ignored these two boring guys and watched Ensheng continue to say: “I can go to Yunmeng Mountain, Guocheng Temple, Daze, Jingzong, even if I go to Kunlun School, I will also know the world. Invincible.”
Zhao Layue can’t listen anymore. It’s not because of his narcissism that he feels numb, but mainly because he has opinions on a certain sect.
“Kunlun school can’t do it.”
“Well, what if I create a Jingyuan school? What is important about the school?”
Jing Jiu said: “The Qingshan Sect is really good to me, so I have not left, but that is the later Qingshan Sect, and it has nothing to do with the portraits in the small building.”
His memory and feelings of the Qingshan Sect began with the real person of Daoyuan, his master. If it is said that as long as it is a member of the Qingshan Sect, he will naturally be close and affectionate… What are the uncles and uncles he killed in the year with his senior brother and the dead dog Yinfeng?
“It is your own business that you created the Green Mountain Sect, not for me.”
Jing Jiu looked at Shen Qingshan and said, “You don’t know that there will be a me in the world in tens of thousands of years.”
The ancient emperor built such a large palace for the comfort and brightness of his own life. Should the tourists visiting the palace in later generations also thank him for leaving this great building for mankind and himself?
“Wrong theory.” There is a rare seriousness in Shen Yunbu’s voice, “but I like it.”
Shen Qingshan looked at Jing Jiu quietly, without speaking.
The seaside suddenly entered a strange silence.
Everyone feels very bad.
When discussing humans, he said a lot. Why is he just looking at Jing Jiu now?
He obviously doesn’t think that these words Jing Jiu said are meaningless, more like looking at a dead person.
It’s going to die, just say it casually.
Jing Jiu’s words are indeed too much, which is completely inconsistent with his temperament.
Man is about to die, and there are too many words?
Suddenly there was a breeze.
The coconut grove rang in the wind.
This wind comes from the sea, from the sky, from outside the atmosphere, and brings a small and clear message.
The message from afar is a letter of peace.
Ada lived up to the expectations and really relieved the crisis over there.
The atmosphere at the beach has not become relaxed, but more tense.
The relief of the crisis over there means that the agreement is over, which means that the tranquility here will no longer exist.
The tense atmosphere and seemingly non-existent pressure even affected the sea.
The sea surges to the beach, and suddenly becomes sticky, and then the waves gradually congeal, like a static sculpture.
Hua Xi squatted down, pulled a piece with his fingers, and found that it was not ice, but something like a jade.
The Patriarch looked at Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu hummed softly.
Zhao Layue looked at the seaside as if the little girl who cared nothing, and withdrew the sword intent.
Hua Xi’s body trembled slightly.
After a while, she slowly stood up, turned and looked at the side of the coconut grove, her gaze fell on Shen Qingshan’s face.
Shen Qingshan did not look at her, but at Jing Jiu.
The silence on the beach was suddenly broken by the sound of footsteps.
Zhao Layue ignored her, but looked down at her palm. The sword intents taken out of Huaxi’s brain were like thin ice lying on the palms with thin cocoons, so quiet and gentle, like The wings of a chilling cicada.
The sound of the footsteps is steady, and the intervals are exactly the same.
A row of footprints appeared on the beach, obviously barefoot.
The gray plaid shirt has long been worn out, so how can you keep your shoes?
Liu Shisui walked into the wheelchair and bowed, and said, “The younger generation would like to ask the ancestor for advice.”
Looking at this scene, Zhuo Rusui’s expression changed slightly, and she wondered if it was not Zhao Layue who made the first move?
“Go.” Zhao Layue said in her heart.
The thin ice-like sword intent in her palm suddenly melted and turned into two sword lights.
The sword light bends slightly, like an arc.
The next moment, those two arcs appeared beside the coconut grove and behind the wheelchair.
Under the arc light, reality gradually emerged. It was two thin films with a faint filamentous structure in between.
That is a pair of transparent wings.
On Qinger’s body.
It turned out that it was not the two arc-shaped sword lights that left on their own, but Qing’er glued the sword lights to the wings.
Then she quietly appeared behind Shen Qingshan.
This is even more mysterious than the Heaven and Earth Escape Method of the Zhongzhou School, and faster than the speed of the Netherworld Immortal Sword.
The transparent thin wings fell silently.
Take those two sword lights and cut it down.
At the same time, a blade of sword protruded from the sand under Shen Qingshan’s wheelchair.
Red as blood.
It is the first sword that was opened up by Zhao Layue with blood.
There are countless swords in Zhao Layue’s eyes.
Those sword light penetrated the black and white eyes, smearing an extremely awe-inspiring meaning.
A number of sword lights were born on the hair that floats from her temples and the cloth belt of her neckline.
Why is the invisible sword body so ghostly?
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The sky is full of stars dotted in the night sky, and the peaks of the green hills are quiet and somewhat boring.
Nan Wang sat on the black stone on the top of Qingrong Peak, looked at the starry sky, and was silent.
Compared with previous years, she still has some changes after all, just like how many new branches were born from the flower tree next to the black stone.
For example, she did not lie on the black rock, did not drink, and more importantly, did not sing.
She retracted her gaze and looked at Shenmo Peak not far away, and found that she was even more deserted than here.
Those people have soared away, or went to sea.
The pictures that I can often see by the cliffside have long ceased to exist, and I will never reappear if I want to.
The starlight suddenly became dimmed, the night sky suddenly became strong, and the atmosphere of the sky and the earth was slightly chaotic.
Nan Wang looked slightly awkward and looked in the direction of Bihu Peak.
Why did the Qingshan Sword Formation, which was repaired by Ping Yongjia 30 years ago, react so much?
Countless dark clouds gather from all around the sky and the earth, covering the stars, pressing like a lid on the peaks of the green mountains.
A dust dragon emerged from the top of Tianguang Peak and quickly came to the top of Qingrong Peak.
Ping Yongjia saluted her and said: “There will be sky thunder later.”
The sky thunder is not a celestial catastrophe, but it is also an extremely rare celestial phenomenon, which often means something important.
Nan Wang raised his eyebrows and asked in a puzzled way: “Does the head of the real person know why?”
Ping Yongjia was silent for a while, looked at the Bihu Peak in the distance, and said, “Look at it and talk about it.”
The sky at the top of Bihu Peak is where the eyes of the Green Mountain Sword Array are.
It didn’t take long for countless thunders to fall from the clouds, and the bright lightning illuminates the peaks of the green mountains very clearly.
The disciples of the peaks have all been ordered to forbid washing their swords in the thunderstorm tonight, and they have all stayed in their respective caves.
Most of the lightning fell on the top of Bihu Peak.
The water in the lake is turbulent, the waves are constant, and occasional water mist arises.
The thunderstorm tonight is indeed terrible. The thunder soul wood in that palace has been made into two in a very short time.
“Did you see anything?” Nan Wang asked, looking at Ping Yongjia.
Ping Yongjia’s face was pale, and she looked a little wrong, and said: “Something is going on outside.”
Nan forgot to understand what he meant~IndoMTL.com~ His face also changed.
Ping Yongjia could see it because he had seen the man’s ruthless eyes many times tens of thousands of years ago.
It didn’t take long before the sky thunder stopped.
The clouds suddenly dispersed, and the stars shone, as if nothing had happened before.
But really nothing happened?
Ping Yongjia bowed her head and hugged her knees and sat on the black stone, as scared as a child.
Nan Wang said with no expression on his face: “Since we can’t change anything, just be yourself.”
Ping Yongjia stunned and said: “Then what should I do?”
Nan Wang said: “Tomorrow, there will be a new disciple of washing sword entering the mountain gate, you are the head, of course you have to arrange it.”
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