The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 66: Look at the well

The Zhang family is undoubtedly the leading family in Old Chu, and its position of power is not much worse than that of the time when Zhang Dazhi was in power. It is natural to rely on the Zhang family. It is too much to live, but only Zhang family’s. People know that the old lady is really a difficult master, because he has many quirks.

It’s nothing more than talking to the sky. He actually has a hobby of digging wells. After moving back to the old capital from the south, the first thing he did was to dig a few wells in the house. As Zhang’s house expanded and expanded, more and more wells were dug in the courtyard. Walking through the cloister, bypassing the shadow wall, and under the trees in front of the flowers, you can see the dark wellhead everywhere. Naturally, it is not safe to talk about it. Besides, the old lady who likes to watch the well is getting weaker and weaker. What should I do if I stumble? Therefore, in the past two years, the Zhang family sealed most of the wellheads with iron bars.

“If you guys are sealed up and watch a fart, you guys will get me started!”

Grandpa Zhang brandished a cane and shouted with a blushing face.

The granddaughter held his arm, looked at the grandfather’s gray hair, sad emotions welled up in her heart, and winked at her father.

Patriarch Zhang sighed helplessly, waved to the steward to open the iron bars at the mouth of the well, and stepped forward to support his father’s other arm.

Surrounded by dozens of faceless masters, wives, sons, and young ladies in the Zhang family, Mrs. Zhang began to look at the well.

When he reached the well named Yongquan, he supported the wall and looked at the bottom of the well, and was silent for a long time.

The family looked at him worriedly, for fear that something might happen.

“This well is the most similar to the one in the south…” Mrs. Zhang murmured.

In fact, Zhang’s family has never understood why this well is called Yongquan. It is necessary to know that the ground water in the capital is not abundant, and it has to be dug deep to see the water. There is no spring.

“None of you know, that guy is stubborn… even better than me. He keeps spraying water and tut.”

I don’t know what interesting memories come to mind, Grandpa Zhang has a smile on his wrinkled face.

Suddenly, his smile disappeared on his face, his body shook twice, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The blood fell on the wall of the well, slowly dripping downward.

An exclamation sounded in the yard, and everyone hurried forward, trying to help him leave.

Old Mrs. Zhang’s hands were like iron, clutching the edge of the well, staring at the dark bottom of the well, her pale face was full of sadness and anger, and shouted: “Your Majesty, kill her!”

Listening to these words, everyone’s expressions changed. I wonder if the old man has reached the last moment, otherwise, why is he so confused?

Everyone knew that His Majesty he called was the last emperor of the Chu Kingdom.

The emperor died with the cruel Emperor Qin many years ago.

What are you calling him to do?

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Fluttering, fluttering.

Ignoring the hostility of the iron eagles, a blue bird fell on the top of Yunxing Peak and transformed into a human.

Qing’er looked at Jing Jiu and Ping Yongjia who were silent to each other, and said with some anxiety: “Something should have happened, although I don’t know how he knew it.”

A **** sword light illuminates the thick clouds and mist, Zhao Layue also rushed over from Shenmo Peak, obviously very worried about Jing Jiu’s condition.

Ping Yongjia still stayed in the shock caused by Jing Jiu’s request, and asked: “Master, what do you want me to do?”

Hearing these words, Qinger and Zhao Layue vaguely guessed what Jing Jiu was going to do.

Qing’er could guess because she and Ping Yongjia are of the same kind, while Zhao Layue knows too many secrets about Jing Jiu.

Obviously, Jing Jiu’s request to Ping Yongjia was the same as Liu Ci’s request to him during the Battle of the West Sea.

Now that the scabbard of Chengtian has been destroyed, only Ping Yongjia may order the swords in the green mountains.

Jing Jiu wanted to use the Qingshan sword formation to kill Real Bai, so he had to hold Ping Yongjia in his hand.

The problem is that, in this way, Ping Yongjia’s life and death are equal to Jing Jiu’s hands, and Ping Yongjia can no longer go against his will.

The clouds and mist linger around the mountain peaks, naturally with sword intent, giving birth to a sense of forest, which makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

Zhao Layue glanced at Jing Jiu, and said to Ping Yongjia: “The boss wants to borrow a sword.”

“Borrow a sword? I don’t have a sword…” Ping Yongjia said, confused.

Suddenly, he wanted to understand everything.

He is like a fire carp, just naive, not really stupid.

So many things in the past are still vivid, but he never thought about it until today Zhao Layue said the word borrowed sword.

Yes, he has never had a sword. After sleeping on Jianfeng for a few years, he learned the invisible sword body.

In Chaoge City, the sky full of sword rain fell, but he didn’t hurt him at all.

There are still many details. For example, Jing Jiu just asked if he knew why he should be the master of Jianfeng?

“So… I am also a sword?”

Ping Yongjia pointed to herself and said that after the initial shock and anxiety disappeared, she actually gave birth to a lot of happiness.

If he knew that he was not a human but a sword when he first entered Qingshan, he would definitely wash his face with tears every night, and he would not want to live. Demons and monsters are companions, but now…Master is a sword, what’s wrong with me!

It’s just that the master wants to borrow this sword from himself… He has already sensed the destruction of the Chengtian scabbard, and understands that it is the thing that Master is most afraid of. It is no wonder that Master would say so solemnly.

Ping Yongjia’s eyes gradually became firm, as he did in Chaoge City, forcing out all the sword intent in his body, and then stretched out his hand to Jing Jiu.

Those sharp sword intent left his clothes and body, naturally turned into sword light, illuminating the gloomy cliffs.

Looking at this scene, Qing’er’s eyes were a little strange, Zhao Layue was a little admired, and instead she would agree to Jing Jiu’s request, but after all, it was different.

Jing Jiu looked at the sword light wafting from Ping Yongjia’s body, and suddenly laughed.

This is a rare thing for him.

Zhao Layue suddenly felt a lot of anxiety.

Jing Jiu said, “I’m not borrowing a sword, I just want to ask you for something.”

Ping Yongjia asked in surprise: “Huh? What the **** is it?”

“Don’t kill me.” Jing Jiu said while looking at him.

The peaks became quieter, even a bit deadly.

Outside the clouds came the scream of Iron Eagle.

Jing Jiu continued: “Even if I want to kill you, don’t kill me.”

Ping Yongjia opened her mouth, completely unaware of what the master was talking about.

“In the future, if I become a senior fellow and want to destroy this world, or destroy your lover who cherishes more than the world, don’t kill me either.”

Jing Jiu finally said: “In short, no matter what happens, you can’t kill me, and you can’t imprison my freedom.”

Qing’er and Zhao Layue understood what he meant, and their expressions changed slightly.

Ping Yongjia finally understood, with an incredible expression on her face, waving her hands nervously, and shouting: “How can this be! Isn’t this the reverse!”

“People can’t lift themselves up…” Jing Jiu said.

Zhao Layue cut off his words suddenly and said: “Yes.”

Jing Jiu glanced at her and said, “That’s flying, two different things.”

Then he continued: “I can be a sword, but I cannot be a sword maker at the same time.”

Yes, he can be a sword.

The most powerful sword since its creation.

The sword once was in the sky of the West Sea, killing Kirishima ancestor Nan Qi, once slashing open Lieyang Gorge, ruining the gate of Xuanyin Sect, once illuminating the muddy water and killing the demon with one sword. There are countless beasts.

Who is qualified to use this sword?

Liu Ci is dead, Taiping Zhenren is dead, and the Snow Queen has learned the sword technique of inheriting the sky, but he counted it extremely accurately and sent it directly to Tianwai.

More importantly, the Heaven-Changing Sword was also destroyed, and no one in the world can use this sword.

So he came to Jianfeng and stood in front of Ping Yongjia.

“No,” Zhao Layue said.

“Since you have guessed his origin, you should know that he should be able to do this.”

Jing Jiu said: “Everyone thought I destroyed the Qingshan Sword Formation. In fact, as long as he is there, the Qingshan Sword Formation can always be rebuilt.”

Zhao Layue stared into his eyes and said: “In that case, why don’t you rebuild the Qingshan sword formation with him, and then kill Real Bai?”

Jing Jiu said: “Rebuilding the Qingshan sword formation is too slow, and the sword formation itself is also slow.”

If it is slow, it will be too late, just as he lamented.

Zhao Layue summoned the Firth sword and said: “With it, you can also bring the front of the best and the universe, and you can form a Zhuxian sword formation.”

Fusi sword is the fastest among the swords in the green mountains and even the swords in the world.

“You know, this sword is not as fast as mine.” Jing Jiu said calmly.

Zhao Layue looked at the sky outside the clouds, her short hair was even more messy by the mountain wind, and the expression on her face was very stubborn.

“I still disagree.”

“He can be trusted.”

“No, I don’t even trust myself in this matter, and Liu Shisui can’t do it, no one can do it!”

Zhao Layue retracted her gaze, looked at him and said seriously: “Your life must be in your own hands.”

Qing’er, who has not spoken, suddenly asked: “You shouldn’t be such a person.”

Jing Jiu asked: “What kind of person should I be?”

Qing’er said without hesitation: “You are a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death.”

It is well known throughout the world that both the former real Jingyang and the current Jing Jiu are very lazy and afraid of trouble. The biggest feature is of course the fear of death.

He only wanted to retreat in the green hills, ignoring the affairs of the world, except in this life, for the sake of three months, he never risked his life once. Even if the world of spiritual practice ushered in something that hadn’t happened in a thousand years, the Taiping real person returned, and the immortal descended from the sky, all of them were still in his calculations, and he refused to take a step into the dangerous ground.

When Liu Ci wanted to use his sword, he never let go. He finally agreed to Liu Ci when he was seriously injured by Nan Xi in the temple. This time, in order to completely eliminate the hidden danger, he even destroyed the Chengtian Sword at any cost. As a result… At this time, he took the initiative to control his life and death and handed it over to Ping Yongjia?

Because Zhenren Bai wants to destroy the world?

Zhao Layue can’t figure it out, and Qing’er can’t figure it out either.

Jing Jiu said: “I will talk to Bai Yuan for the specific reason.”

Zhao Layue was a little angry and said, “What do you want to do?”

Jing Jiu said: “I will do what I want.”

This is a very good answer.

Zhao Layue was silent for a while and asked: “What do you want to do at this time?”

Jing Jiu smiled and said, “I want to call the wind and rain, and travel thousands of miles.”

Zhao Layue learned that he had heard her conversation with Taiping Zhenren the other day.

Qing’er mumbled next to him: “He is not peaceful, nor is he Liu Ci, you can’t hold it for long.”

Like Jing Jiu, she is the true spirit of Tianbao who was born to hide in the world, and her judgment is naturally the most accurate.

Zhao Layue stared at Jing Jiu’s eyes and asked, “Will it really be okay?”

This is the third time I have asked.

Jing Jiu touched her head and said, “Don’t worry, I won’t die.”

After saying this, he stretched out his hand to Qing’er and said, “Give me Qingtianjian.”

Qing’er didn’t ridicule him as he did in previous years, she stretched out her little hand and patted his palm, making a light pop.

Ping Yongjia finally woke up from the shock, and said in a crying voice: “Master, this is too dangerous, what if I become a villain in the future?”

Jing Jiu said so much to him today, his patience was exhausted, and he frowned slightly.

After all, he is not Zhao Layue.

Ping Yongjia’s face was pale, but she did not dare to procrastinate any more, and stretched out a trembling finger towards him.

The soles of Jing Jiu’s feet left the ground and floated up, appearing particularly light, like a wisp of breeze.

After practicing into the Netherworld Immortal Sword in the Demon Suppression Prison, he once floated in front of the Nether Emperor once.

Later on the ruins of the small temple in the deep mountain, he once floated in front of Nan Qi.

The sword light floated continuously among the cliffs, lingering around him.

The connection of sword and mind means the connection of heart and mind

Ping Yongjia suddenly realized that she could know all the thoughts of Master, she couldn’t help being very excited, and her fingers trembled more severely.

The next moment, he pointed his right hand to the distant East China Sea.

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There was a boom.

Jing Jiu disappeared from the same place.

A strong wind arose between the cliffs.

Zhao Layue and the three looked towards the east.

To the east of Jianfeng are Liangwangfeng.

A smoke and dust splashed from Liangwangfeng, like a flower.

Smoke was scattered, and a hole was faintly seen in the cliff. The morning light projected from there, straight as a sword.

In the distant sky, a sword light could be seen faintly, heading eastward at an unimaginable speed, and soon disappeared in the morning light.

How could there be such a fast sword in the world?

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The sword light illuminates the peaks of the green mountains and shocked many people.

Nan Wang was sitting on the black stone on the top of Qingrong Peak, her feet stepping on the flower tree, holding a hip flask in her hand, her expression indifferent, she didn’t know what she was thinking.

Mr. Guangyuan was sweeping the fallen leaves on the stone beam between Shiyue Peak and Xilai Peak, sensing the change in Jianfeng’s breath, raising his head to the sky and exclaiming.

The corpse dog slowly got up, looked at the sword light in the sky, his eyes were extremely warm~IndoMTL.com~ seemed extremely satisfied.

The disciples of various peaks walked out of the cave one after another, watching the sword light far away in the morning light.

Ada walked to the cliff and squatted down, the mottled blood on his body shone slightly in the morning light, and he felt a little sacred.

The sea of ​​clouds under the cliff of Shenmo Peak is a little messy, just like its mood at this time. Why are you crazy?

Yuan Qu looked at the sword light in the distance, and muttered: “If the master master will never return from this trip…”

Liu Shisui calmly said: “Then…”

“Bah, baah!”

Zuo Rusui spit on the ground several times.

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(The number of chapters yesterday was wrong, but that’s not important~)