The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 47: The fairy touches my head, knots hair and teaches longevity

　　 When Jing Jiu returned to the front, Zhao Layue had already woke up.

　　 She looked around warily, the cyan small sword flying silently around her, ready to attack at any time.

　　 She vaguely guessed where it was, but she couldn't believe it, so she became more nervous.

　　 It wasn't until Jing Jiu walked out that her expression relaxed a little, and she asked, "What's going on?"

　　 Jing Jiu said, "As you can see, we are already at the top of the mountain."

　　 Zhao Layue's voice trembled slightly: "This is the Dongfu of Uncle Shizu?"

　　 Jing Jiu said, "It should be."

　　 Zhao Layue took the Qingjian, stared into his eyes, and said after a long silence: "How did you do it?"

　　 She had guessed that Jing Jiu should have a way to reach the summit, but when he did it, and brought her to the summit, she was still surprised.

　　 Jing Jiu thought for a while, and said: "When you were asleep, a fairy with a white beard suddenly appeared, brought us here, and then disappeared again."

　　 Zhao Layue looked at him without speaking.

　　 Jing Jiu said: "This story is not good?"

　　 Zhao Layue said: "Not good."

　　 Jing Jiu said, "Is it possible for you to believe that a little bit?"

　　 Zhao Layue looked at him and said seriously: "I am not Liu Shisui."

　　 Jing Jiu sighed: "It seems that I have to think about another story."

　　 Zhao Layue asked: "Who are you anyway?"

　　 Jing Jiu said, "I am also looking for answers."

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　　 There is a stone chair in the cave house left by the real Jingyang. There is a cushion on it. The cushion is embroidered with simple flower and bird patterns with gold thread. I don’t know how many years it has been polished. The color of the gold thread has faded. Even the pattern is a bit fuzzy, but it hasn't broken yet, and the cushion is thick and soft like clouds.

　　 Jing Jiu sat on it unceremoniously, and then watched Zhao Layue looking for something in the cave.

　　 "Are you looking for that sword?"

　　 Zhao Layue stopped, looked at him a little puzzled and said: "Don't you want to find that sword?"

　　 Jing Jiu wants to say something to her, she has already gone elsewhere.

　　 Zhao Layue searched both the inside and outside of the cave house, but he still couldn't find the sword. He used the sword sense to perceive, and there was no response.

　　 She walked to the edge of the cliff, looked at the mountains, and wondered if the sword was in the peak? But God Mofeng is so big, how can I find it?

　　 The morning sun is over the mountains, and a few rays of morning light leaked through, illuminating the white clouds, and there was still a dullness under the peak.

　　 Her face is a little pale.

　　 "What's wrong?"

　　 Jing Jiu walked up to her.

　　 Zhao Layue lowered her head, like a kid who did something wrong: "I didn't find that sword."

　　 Jing Jiu said: "It doesn't matter if we can't bear the sword, we can go to Liangwangfeng."

　　When he said this, he didn't seem to have thought about it. Of course Liangwangfeng would welcome Zhao Layue, but would it be the same for him?

　　"It's not Chengjian's business."

　　Zhao Layue thought, if Master Jingyang's uncle fails to ascend, the sword is still at Shenmo Peak, indicating that he might still be healing here.

　　 If the sword is gone, then he’s afraid it’s not there anymore.

　　 She vaguely guessed that Jing Jiu should have something to do with Master Jingyang's uncle, but she didn't know if she should tell him.

　　 She sat down by the cliff, hugging her knees, her expression very lonely.

　　 This is the first time Jing Jiu has seen such a weak emotion on her face.

　　 When they first met at the top of Jianfeng, he could see that there was a deep depression in the eyes of this little girl.

　　 There are many things that have been answered tonight.

　　"Uncle Master is dead."

　　 Zhao Layue looked at the silent mountain, thinking about the deserted and empty cave house, thinking in her heart.

　　 She muttered: "It turns out to be really dead."

　　 What is the significance of all the things she has done in the past four years?

　　 The stress, exhaustion, and sadness that can only be buried deep in my heart, which cannot be spoken to others, poured out at this moment.

　　 bang with a soft sound.

　　 The green sword broke into two pieces and fell on the ground, losing all aura.

　　噗! Zhao Layue spit out blood and passed out.

　　 Looking at this scene, Jing Jiu was a little moved.

　　 He had never had this kind of emotion in the past, and even if he did, it was something that happened when he was a teenager, and he has forgotten it long ago.

　　 Since setting foot on the green mountains again, this kind of emotion has appeared several times, such as when I was ten years old and drinking that cup of tea, such as now.

　　 "He is not dead."

　　 Jing Jiu was silent for a while, and said, "He just almost died."

　　 After saying this, he raised his right hand.

　　 there is a soft pop.

　　His palm hit Zhao Layue's head.

　　The breeze is coming slowly, and the white clothes are fluttering. An unspeakable breath spreads on the top of the peak.

　　The endless source of Jian Yuan poured in from the top of Zhao Layue's head, protecting her severely damaged Jian Xin, and then slowly moisturizing and repairing.

　　 I don't know how long it has passed, and confirming that she is okay, Jing Jiu withdrew his right hand.

　　 He returned to the cave house and took a towel to wet it with spring water, walked back to the cliff and held her in his arms, and began to wipe her face.

　　He wiped it carefully, and the blood and dust on the little girl's face were quickly wiped away.

　　 He glanced at her short, fluffy and messy hair, thought about it, and took a shady comb in the hole, and began to comb her hair.

　　The yin wooden comb with a cold breath is perfect for combing the hair~IndoMTL.com~The messy short hair of the little girl quickly becomes smooth, and the dust disappears without a trace.

　　 Jing Jiu combed her hair and muttered to herself.

　　 "So your family name is Zhao."

　　"But it was a light snow that day, so how can there be any heavy snow."

　　"In addition, is the twelfth lunar month to be called the twelfth lunar month? This name is really not good."

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　　 Zhao Layue woke up again and found that he was still in the cave of Master Jingyang, but this time it was not on the cold ground, but on a piece of warm jade.

　　This difference in treatment didn't make her too much association, because she was in a mess at this time, I don't know if she fainted and said something that shouldn't be said.

　　 When she saw herself in the bronze mirror, she felt something was wrong, why did her face become so clean, and...

　　 She completely forgot her previous worries and guesses about Jing Jiu’s identity, and rushed outside the cave and said, "What did you do to me?"

　　 Jing Jiu said, "I did nothing."

　　 "Nothing is done? How do you explain this?"

　　 Zhao Layue pointed to her hair and said.

　　 Her short hair has been combed, and she has a small fringe, facing the sky.

　　 Jing Jiu said: "What's the matter?"

　　 Zhao Layue said angrily: "How can you braid me up! I'm not a kid!"

　　 "Your hair is so short, it's a braid in no way, it's just a fringe."

　　 Jing Jiu looked at her and said seriously: "And I think it's cute."

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　　 (This is a tribute to the butterfly students who like to braid the sky recently, Fang Xiang and Liu Xia, today is a chapter, not tonight, this is the real tribute...)