The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 62: Everything is fake (below)

The river divided the wilderness into two worlds. The young Taoist priest sat on the opposite bank. Jing Jiu and Xilai were here.

Walking from the Nansong Pavilion to the back of the mountain for a while, you can see a small building, in which there are portraits of the leaders of the Qingshan Sect and certain elders of special significance. Jing Jiu had seen those portraits and remembered Taishizu's appearance, and he had seen him and the other party in the game a few days ago, as well as in the modern art museum of the main star Antarctica. Compared with General Li in military uniform, this young Taoist priest in Taoist robe is more similar to the Taishizu in his memory, which makes him feel even more weird.

He doesn't like the red robe worn by the other party, even if he knows that this should reflect the red cloak, it has nothing to do with the brother.

Similarly, he doesn't like what the other person said-you shouldn't be here.

Probably because when he was very young, Master Daoyuan and Master Shen Zhou died. No one has ever supervised Jingyang, so he is very unaccustomed to someone speaking to himself as an elder, even if the other person Is his grand master.

Xilai's mood looks worse than him, and he doesn't like this sentence even more. Because this is the most secret and core place in his spiritual world, if Jing Jiu shouldn't come, why should the young Taoist stay here?

"Although I don't believe what he said, I actually checked my soul carefully and checked many times. Why haven't I found you?"

The young Taoist priest was a spirit left by General Li in the spiritual world of the West.

It can be understood as the main liner of the ideological imprint, or it can be understood as the gatekeeper, who has been deeply integrated into this world, and Xilai cannot find him, nor can he expel him. So he ignored Xi Lai’s chilly questioning at all, but looked at Jing Jiu quietly, and said again: "You shouldn't be here."

This big river rushing in the wilderness is amazing. The more the water goes to the source, the greater the water pressure. The river washes the soil, bringing rocks from time to time, and making a rumbling sound of water.

But he couldn't hide the voice of the young Taoist priest.

Jing Jiu said, "I don't like this."

The young Taoist priest said: "Qingshan has always been like this."

This is indeed the style of the Qingshan School—the sword prison at the bottom of the Shangde Peak, the corpse dog walking in the passage, the corpse in the hidden peak, and there are many, many evidences.

Jing Jiu said: "Don't have to do with me."

The young Taoist priest said: "If you don't come, this matter has nothing to do with you. In fact, I really don't want to see you here."

After saying this, he sighed, full of regrets and regrets. It's like Jing Jiu is an excellent student who should get a perfect score on the test paper, but he forgot to write his name. Just like after a long investigation, the object of investigation can finally obtain a higher official position, but at the last minute overturned the table of leadership.

Jing Jiu dislikes investigating things like this the least, and dislikes being commented on by others. He walked to the river and looked at the other side and said, "I will take you by myself or I will see you off?"

The young Taoist priest asked: "What do you want to give him?"

Jing Jiu said, "I'm alive."

The young Taoist priest raised the bamboo pole, pointed to the west and said, "He is not dead."

Jing Jiu said: "There is a kind of living, which is already dead."

The young Taoist priest asked: "What does the life and death of others do to you?"

Jing Jiu said: "You will help when you see someone dying because you want someone to help you when you are in danger, even if you didn’t think about it when you made the decision. When the heroic deeds were touched, I didn’t think of these, but the facts are like this."

The young Taoist priest said: "So?"

Jing Jiu continued: "Moral comes from fear, and all fear comes from death. I don't want to die, and I don't want others to die."

"Others mean anyone?" the young Taoist priest continued to ask.

Jing Jiu said: "Anyone who doesn't want me to die."

The young Taoist priest said: "Then you should not care about his life and death."

After saying this, he plunged the fishing rod into the slightly damp mud, reached out his hand and sprinkled the mud to the opposite bank.

The soil parted in the air, and then suddenly became bigger, turned into countless mountains, and crashed down.

The turbid river water also leaped off the ground, turning into countless water swords, piercing Jing Jiu's face door.

Everything between heaven and earth can be a sword. This is the sword of all things. The young Taoist priest is a ray of knowledge of the pure real person. In a pure spiritual world, there is no difference between being cloned. The shot is the ultimate of Qingshan Kendo. .

Jing Jiu took another step toward the shore, stepping on a weed on the sole of his foot.

The black hair moves without wind, naturally tied up.

White clothes fluttering, like a sword fairy.

The sand under the weeds flew up, like gravel in a porcelain plate, retrogradely transformed into a mountain and river, easily blocking the peaks and water swords.

Xilai also moved.

This world is his spiritual world. When he moves his mind, the world moves greatly.

Amidst the rumbling sound, twelve high-rise buildings broke out of the ground, forming a large formation that separated the two banks and surrounded the three of them.

This is the manifestation of the twelve-story sword in the spiritual world.

The sword was out, but he didn't.

The young Taoist priest has been integrated into his soul, and throwing a sword at the opponent is equivalent to throwing a sword at himself. He only needs to keep the opponent here and watch how Jing Jiu uses his methods.

The squally wind roared, the turbid waves emptied, the yin wind screamed, and countless chaos sprang up in the world.

The river bank in the distance began to collapse, making a louder sound, and quickly approaching here.

Jing Jiu and the young Taoist stared at each other quietly, without intending to leave.

The most important thing is location.

Whether it is relative or absolute.

The river bank continued to collapse, and soon came to the feet of the two.

The young Taoist priest fell into the river with the falling rocks. He looked a little embarrassed, but his eyes were still calm, he didn't leave Jing Jiu's body.

Jing Jiu also fell, and just as he was about to fall into the river, he stretched out a hand.

The hand is very stable and slender, very suitable for holding a sword, and it has not been mechanically modified, and it still has temperature.

When you see someone dying, you will help. This is to lend a helping hand.

Jing Jiu took that hand.

Suddenly.

A sword rang through the world, and instantly suppressed the torrent of water.

The twelve tall buildings in the wilderness suddenly collapsed.

The twelve-story sword appeared in that hand.

The sword pierced Jing Jiu's body.

Jing Jiu looked at Xilai, but did not speak.

Xi said: "Sorry, humans need to live."

……

……

The river is going in no direction.

The mist formed by the turbid waves obscured the sky. I wonder if there is a sun here.

The sound of wind and water seemed to disappear at this moment.

The weed went with the waves.

Just when the story seemed to be about to end, Jing Jiu's voice rang again.

"Why the trajectory of things is always the same as my calculations, nothing new."

His voice is a bit tired, not because of injury, not because of betrayal, but it's just boring.

The young Taoist priest picked up the bamboo pole from the river and came to him and said: "By the river, you said that morality comes from the fear of death, so you don’t want others to die. Then you have to give the West freedom. Because you want freedom. But humans need to be free from death and have the right to be free from fear, so sorry, this freedom cannot be given to you."

Jing Jiu has guessed the truth of this incident, but it needs to be confirmed before he can enter the spiritual world of the West.

At this time, he confirmed the other party's true intentions and did not intend to stay anymore, although the Twelve-Story Sword was still in his body.

"I said you shouldn't come, but since you are here, don't leave."

The bamboo pole in the hands of the young Taoist priest turned into a whisk, and with a light brush, the sky was suddenly clear, and a round of red and round sun illuminated the wilderness.

"All this is fake." Jing Jiu said, "How can I be trapped?"

Some of the words say the meaning of the law, and some of the feelings move the world.

The sun went down at a very fast speed, turned into a sunset, and soon sank below the horizon.

The realm of the Galaxy Alliance has another layer above Chengye, which is probably the case.

Close your eyes and it will be dark.

Close your eyes when it gets dark.

……

……

The battleship Lieyang floats quietly in the universe.

A clear light lit up in the room.

Jing Jiu opened his eyes and woke up in the real world.

Xilai still closed his eyes.

Hua Xi was holding the doll in the corner.

All these are just instantaneous events, not real, but can affect reality.

There is a very stable connection between the spirit of Jing Jiu and the spirit of the West. It may be due to the twelve-story sword, or it may be another reason.

This means that it is difficult for him to leave, even if he thinks of a way to leave, he is easy to find.

Then he noticed one thing.

Xilai's body is glowing.

There is a signal source deep in his body~IndoMTL.com~ which is continuously broadcasting coordinate information to all parts of the universe.

Jing Jiu looked at the universe outside the window, feeling that danger was coming, and flicking his left sleeve lightly, forming a sword formation to protect the flower brook in the corner.

While the sword light flashed, there was a faint frost, which was a thousand miles of ice.

At this moment, Xilai opened his eyes.

It took him zero and two seconds from entering the spiritual world from the West to opening his eyes and waking up.

It took him zero and one second from opening his eyes to completing this series of actions.

A light blue beam came from the dark universe.

The beam accurately hit the forefront of the battleship Lieyang.

Quietly.

Shocking.

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