The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 5: Sharpen the sword

Sitting on the universe front, Jing Jiu left Shenmo Peak, broke through the clouds, and landed on Yunji Town with the clouds.

He walked into the restaurant, and when the white soup in the pot boiled down by a finger, the carriage arrived.

The glazed windows on the roof of the car have been replaced with new ones, and Gu's arrangement is still that proper.

A few days later, when the carriage arrived at Chaonan City, Jing Jiu went to Baoshuju, leaving a list and leaving again.

The owner of Baoshuju looked at the names of the magic weapons on the list, sweat kept flowing on his face, thinking that these magic weapons were either the treasures of a certain sect, or the legendary things that had been lost for a long time. Where can I find myself?

Jing Jiu didn't take the car anymore, bought a hat, walked away from Chaonan City, and arrived at Daze Bank within a few days.

In the summer season, Daze is not as refreshing as people think there is a lake breeze, but because it is enveloped by evaporated water vapor, it looks very hot and humid, even if it is motionless, it will sweat at any time, just like Baoshuju The poor owner is the same.

Probably for this reason, no one on the streets of the town can see it, only the cicadas and frogs are intertwined with each other.

Jing Jiu’s body can be soaked for several hours even if it is molten, so naturally he will not sweat from the heat. He is standing on the street wearing a hat, quietly listening to the sound of cicadas and frogs, and The subtle movement hidden behind these sounds.

Qingshan Jianxiu can perceive all sounds within tens of meters after entering the realm of Yiyi, such as the sound of insects and grass. Jing Jiu’s perception ability is countless times stronger, if he does not use the Zen practice of Guocheng Temple Part of the perception ability is blocked, and the sound of chilling gears can be as terrifying as thunder in his ears.

At this time, his five senses were all gone, and all the voices from the town and even Daze rushed into his ears.

In the yard in the west, there were a few old men playing mahjong with their feet in a bucket, and there was a lot of foul language. He could even hear the sound of those old men rubbing their fingers against the patterns on the mahjong tiles. Chu, I thought that you want to be so excited about touching a Yaoji, what do you want to do?

Then he heard a lot of murmurs in Daze, and they kept on. It was shrimps eating mud, fishes grazing, and then they were all eaten by big fish. Finally, the greedy big fish was faked by a wood. The fish caught out of the water and became the fisherman’s plate Chinese meal tonight, so who did the fisherman work hard for?

Wearing a hat, Jing Jiu walked in the deserted streets and the sultry summer breeze. He didn't go crazy because of these sounds, and he didn't feel too much emotion. He just carefully and attentively searched for the slightest noise in the murmur of the natural world. Naturally, and it took him two full hours.

There is a clam shell in the gloomy gutter of the town, and the sound comes from here.

It is very common for a mussel to spit water, although the shell is small and the surface is a little dry, it looks like a dead mussel.

Jing Jiu walked to the drainage ditch and squatted down and said to the clam: "The grievances between you and Qingshan are the most shallow. In fact, if the brothers were not instigating, those grudges might not exist. I think we can discuss some. Things."

The clam shell flicked slightly, and gave no further response.

What Jing Jiu was looking for was Emperor Xiao. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he hadn't thought that the sword escaper would actually live in a clamshell, but thinking of the phrase doing a dojo in a clamshell, it seemed to be a very natural thing.

The mussel shell was just a disguise. It was the tortoise shell that really protected Emperor Xiao and allowed him to successfully avoid the search of the Green Mountain Sword Array.

Even if Jing Jiu's right hand is not injured, he may not be able to cut the tortoise shell.

Emperor Xiao’s voice came out from the clam shell: "You have always known that I live here, but there is nothing you can do with me. Why should I betray the real person to you? Can you promise not to kill me? ?"

Jing Jiu said: "You have misunderstood, I came to you not because of that incident, I just wanted to borrow a tortoise shell from you."

Emperor Xiao said helplessly: "I want to lend you the tortoise shell, don't I want to kill myself?"

Jing Jiu thought for a while, and found that it was indeed the case. In any case, Emperor Xiao couldn't agree to his request.

He glanced at the deformed right hand, thinking that he could only find another way.

At this time, a strong wind suddenly appeared on the surface of Daze Lake.

The aura that overflowed when Emperor Xiao spoke shocked the strong Daze who had been closely monitoring the town, and the other party was rushing over by wind and rain.

Qingshan and Daze have a very good relationship, but meeting is also troublesome, so Jing Jiu directly turned and left.

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The mussel may have sneaked into the depths of Daze, or it may have hid in a well in a courtyard. Emperor Xiao had been hiding under Daze's eyelids for so many years, and the Qingshan sword formation could not kill him. As long as he didn't come out, no one could do anything, and if he didn't make a sound, even Jing Jiu couldn't find him again.

Jing Jiu walked forward in the lake, waved away the annoying water plants and ignorant fish, thinking of the last Hu Pai celebration before walking into Daze, thinking that those mortals were playing celebration. Cheng Mahjong, no wonder it's so happy to touch a chicken with a tube in one hand.

The Daze is extremely broad, and the water is extremely deep. As it goes deeper, the sky becomes lighter and lighter, and the water plants become thinner, turning into a barren white sand and gravel. Replaced by monsters. When Jing Jiu walked to the center of Daze, which was about a hundred meters deep, there was no light at the bottom of the lake, and it was as dark as night. Of course, this did not have any effect on his vision. He stopped early when he swam over.

He is still like a real stone, with no breath, no smell, no feeling of life, not to mention the Heavenly Silver Alien-species Floodwater, even a higher-level divine beast would hardly find his existence--except The special existence of Canglong and Corpse Dog.

In the past, he would take Liu Ada with him when he left Qingshan because he knew he would encounter big troubles and strong opponents. This time he left Qingshan to heal his injuries, so naturally he would not provoke those strong opponents. The enemy, no one can discover his existence, so naturally there is no trouble.

A few days later, he walked out of the lake, and the water dripped from his hat and clothes, and wet the sand under his feet.

This is already hundreds of miles away on the north shore of Daze. There are dense blue reeds in the shallow water, and dense woods in front of them, without much people.

Jing Jiu's mind moved slightly, the sword fire spilled out of his body, and the lake water on his body was quickly evaporated, but he forgot that he was still wearing a hat.

The hat turned into blue smoke and disappeared, and his face was exposed.

Dozens of sand beaks hovered back from the lake, preparing to fall back into the nest in the reeds, and suddenly looked at him on the beach, frightened, and the little fish in their mouths fell like rain.

Jing Jiu stretched out his hand to cut off more than ten reeds, just like plaiting Zhao Layue with one hand, he made a simple hat and put it on his head.

His figure disappeared in the woods.

No one knows that he has been here, and no one knows where he is going, even the ghosts in the green hills.

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For the next ten days, Jing Jiu headed north, constantly looking for ways to heal his injuries.

In Guocheng Temple, it seems common for a monk to cross the sea to take a blow, but since it is the thunder method of the Taiping real person, it is naturally extraordinary.

On the journey north, Jing Jiu seldom rests, but occasionally bites the mountain breeze and drinks some dew.

He doesn't feel hunger and thirst, he just wants to do something to make him look more like a fairy. I heard that the luck of the fairy will not be too bad,

He searched for what he remembered and the predecessor Dongfu noted in his brother's notes, and went to several very famous mines, but nothing was gained.

As time passed, he felt that his right hand became more and more ugly.

Although he knew this was an illusion, he still couldn't bear it.

One night, he stood on the edge of a cliff and looked at the stars in the night sky, thinking in silence what should he do if the thing in Chaoge City could not heal his injury?

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When I came to Chaoge City, midsummer had not yet passed, and the blazing sun shone on the streets, and there was no room for shadows at all.

Pedestrians are either holding umbrellas or wearing hats for sunshade. Jing Jiu wears a hat newly bought in Yuqun, and he is not eye-catching while walking.

Walking into the alley and coming to the door of the Jing's house, he habitually looked back at Taichang Temple. The Taichang Temple, newly built a few years ago, was exactly the same as the previous one, but I don't know that it was because there was no rain to moisturize.

There is a lock on the door of the well house, and everyone who wants to come has left. I don't know if it is visiting friends or relatives. Jing Jiu looked at the lock and thought about it seriously, but still didn't remember whether it was the day when the court officials took a break, and didn't remember where the key was hidden, so he pushed the blue brick in directly.

He only wanted to save a lock for the Jing family, but he didn't think that Lu Guo Gong's mansion would lose a precious piece of porcelain.

Walking into the study room, confirming that the furnishings and the chess pieces on the chessboard have not changed from the previous year, Jing Jiu nodded, then looked at the deer son Luming, who was standing there respectfully, and said: "Let Your father is here."

Lu Ming heaved a sigh of relief and returned to the Guogong Mansion through the tunnel. He sighed and sighed and hurriedly prepared to enter the palace.

In less than half an hour, Lord Lu, who was negotiating with His Majesty the Emperor, rushed back, panting and passing through the tunnel to the well house.

In the Guocheng Temple, he told Jing Jiu that his Majesty’s pressure is a little bit heavy now. He hoped that Jing Jiu would come to Chaoge City. He didn’t expect Jing Jiu to come in less than a year. This made him feel his own opinion. He is very much valued by Jing Jiu and feels very happy. He smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to come so soon."

Jing Jiu didn't know why he was so happy, and said, "I'm going to Taichang Temple, can you still keep an eye on Zhongzhou?"

Gong Lu was stunned, and realized that he came to Chaoge City to have nothing to do with what he said. He smiled bitterly and said: "The Canglong is dead, and now there is only an empty shell left in the Devil Suppression Prison. The Zhongzhou faction watched. I would feel humiliated and angry, and I would not care about things in Taichang Temple."

In the afternoon, Jing Jiu pretended to be a steward and went to Taichang Temple with Lord Lu Guo before disappearing into the courtyard.

There is a newly built tunnel in the depths of Taichang Temple, leading to the depths of the Zhendevil Prison. There are many green bamboos and many wild flowers around the entrance.

In a remote corner, there is a cluster of purple flowers.

Jing Jiu came to the purple flowers and said, "The bell that has been tied around your neck for a while is picked up from here."

After saying these words, he remembered that Liu Ada didn't come out with him this time, and he was still on the top of Shenmo Peak at this time.

He shook his head, stretched out his hand to dig up the soil under the purple flower, paying attention to his actions, and did not hurt the roots of the purple flower.

There is a piece of white stuff buried in the soil under the purple flowers, the tentacles are gentle, but there is a faint evil intention, which is not a beautiful jade, nor a magic weapon.

That is a bone.

Jing Jiu picked up the osteotomy and observed it carefully, and said, "Solid, how can you play the tune?"

After saying this, he remembered that the Emperor Hades had been dead for many years, and the things he promised him had not yet been done.

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When he sneaked into the Demon Suppression Prison, he once saw a piece of the bones of the great demon in Fang Bitan—that is, in the stomach of Canglong.

The venom in Bitan is very terrible and has a very strong corrosive ability. Not to mention the physical body of the practitioner, even the magic weapon and the fairy sword cannot survive.

The big demon must be very powerful, and he may even be at the same level as the foster father of Chanzi, so that the demon's bones can be immortal.

Before he died, the Underworld Emperor used this demon bone to blow a Styx lullaby.

At that time, Jing Jiu, besides the peerless humans of Human Race, heard this song in Chaoge City.

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Return to the well house.

Jing Jiu walked into the study and set up a formation to avoid being disturbed.

He rolled up his sleeves, put his twisted right arm on the demon bone, rubbing it one after another.

In the beginning, his movements were very slow, seeming to be looking for the perfect angle and strength, and then he moved faster and faster, so fast that he could not see it at all.

He has mastered the angle and strength, and more importantly, he has confirmed that his method is correct.

That demon bone cut was really special, and the friction at such a high speed didn't make much noise.

After a while, Jing Jiu stopped his movements and raised his right arm to take a look, revealing a satisfied expression.

In the eyes of most people, there is no change in his right arm, but he naturally knows that there are still some subtle changes.

Yes, he is sharpening his sword.

At the summit of Bihu Peak many years ago, he once said that he would use Liu Ada's bones to sharpen his sword. That was scaring it, but this time it was true.

The sword is no longer sharp, so naturally it needs to be sharpened again.

He understands the truth, but he has never been able to find a suitable whetstone.

No matter how hard the grindstone is in the world, it will meet him with his right hand, and even the magic weapons and flying swords in the green mountains will not be able to hold it for a moment.

On the other day at Jianfeng, he and Zhao Layue talked about brother's bone flute, thought of the flute music played by the Emperor Underworld before his death, and then thought of this demon bone.

Of course, if Emperor Xiao is willing to lend him a turtle shell, that might be the best whetstone.

Suddenly speaking outside the study.

A pair of young men and women~IndoMTL.com~ seems to be arguing and crying, and then gradually silent.

Jing Jiu ignored him and concentrated on sharpening his sword.

His right arm rubbed against the monster bone at high speed.

The bone meal is gradually growing, accompanied by a faint burnt smell.

His expression remained unchanged, and he stretched out his left hand to grab rootless water in the air, and sprinkled it on his right arm and the demon bone.

Sniffing the sound, the sound of sharpening the sword became smaller, and the bone meal was wet and stopped flying, and gradually piled up on the table.

Suddenly there was an exclamation outside the window.

Jing Jiu knew that someone had been there for a long time, and he ignored it.

A young girl is standing by the study window, her eyes are reddish, and it is obvious that she has just cried.

She looked at the picture in the study, with an incredible expression on her face, and asked: "Are you grinding your hands? Hey...it's disgusting."

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