The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 67: Mom, fermented bean curd and return date

"Although I know your words are not attacking me, it still sounds a little uncomfortable."

Su Ziye said to Tong Yan: "Notify the people in the monastery, after all, this is his home’s vegetable field."

There is a default rule in the spiritual world. The unowned magic weapon found must first be judged from the location.

Su Ziye is a wicked demon. He used to ignore this rule, but now the situation is different, and Baotong Temple is still treating him with poison.

He Zhan said: "No, because this is not my pick."

Su Ziye said: "You are lucky, and you can't evasive."

He Zhan took out a bottle and a glove and put it on the table, and said: "Do you still think this is my luck now?"

Tong Yan moved her gaze from the flying sword to the bottle and glove, and observed for a while and said: "It really has nothing to do with luck."

Whether it is the flying sword, the bottle and the glove are very new, obviously it hasn't been buried for long, and He Zhan can find it so easily, indicating that the buried is very shallow.

From this point of view, this is definitely not the treasure of the previous monks of Baotong Monastery, or even the treasure of it.

There is only one explanation—this is something that someone deliberately put in the vegetable garden for Hezhan to pick up.

Tong Yan walked back to the window and looked at the vegetable garden, silent, not knowing what she was thinking.

Su Ziye was lying on the bed, only then did he see the bottle and glove on the table, raised his eyebrows and said, "Yu Buhuan and Tu Qiu are dead?"

He Zhan glanced at him and said, "Do you know these things?"

Su Ziye talked about the history of Yu Buhuan and Tu Qiu's teachers, and said: "If my news is not wrong, they should have taken refuge in Bu Lao Lin very early."

He Zhan's expression changed slightly and said: "It turns out to be related to yesterday's events."

Tong Yan didn't turn around and said, "I said, this sword would be a big trouble."

He Zhan and Su Ziye's eyes fell on the sword.

The Four Desolate Bottles and Diamond Knuckles are Lengshan Xiexiu's famous magic weapons, but obviously, the rank of this sword is far beyond the two. If these three magic weapons were the lingering sound of the Orthodox Sect’s eradication of Bu Lao Lin last night, why would they appear in the vegetable garden of Baotong Monastery and then be easily discovered by He Zhan?

"As I said just now, I feel more and more that my luck is not a good thing. In addition to the reason already stated, the most important thing is that I don't think it is luck."

He Zhan said: "Because there can be no such lucky person in the world, this kind of person should have been bombed to death by the sky long ago."

Su Ziye said: "Although I have been thinking this way all these years, how do you explain what has happened over the years?"

He Zhan said: "I think someone has been watching me secretly, and he will provide me with whatever I need, just like today."

Su Ziye laughed and said, "It sounds like a happy life."

He Zhan smiled bitterly and said: "But you don’t know who that person is. You don’t know what he wants to do. In case someone stands up someday in the future and says that everything I have is created by him and wants to withdraw my gift. Everything about me, or asking me to do things that I can’t do at all, what should I do? So in fact I have been evading all these years. I'm just afraid that someone will suddenly appear in front of me one day."

Tong Yan turned around, looked at him and said, "I think you think too much."

He Zhan was stunned, and said: "Why?"

Tong Yan said: "No conspirator is so stupid. In addition, the magic weapons you picked are very good, and although your talent is good, it is not too prominent."

He Zhan said: "I didn't understand, just point it."

Tong Yan said: "You are not worth it."

He Zhan was a little annoyed, and said: "Then how do you explain what happened to me over the years? Couldn't I have the talent that my seniors see me and cultivate me secretly?"

Tong Yan said: "Unless it's your mother."

He Zhan waved his hand, not wanting to talk to him again.

Tong Yan went on to add: "And judging from the benefits you have gained over the years, your mother must be a big man, such as my master."

He Zhan thought for a while, and felt that it made sense. He pointed to the things on the table and said, "What about these?"

Su Ziye leaned against the head of the bed and said, "If you don't mind, just give it to us."

Tong Yan said: "I want gloves."

He Zhan mocked: "You are weak, if this is suitable, what about you?"

Su Ziye said: "The Four Waste Bottles are the legacy of the Blood Demon Sect. They are very evil. You can't use them. Of course it is mine."

"You are so polite, then I will not be polite."

He Zhan put away the sword and started cooking porridge.

The porridge is gurgling in the bowl, and it will take a long time to get better.

He Zhan took out the flying sword, sat by the window and looked at the sun for a long time, and said, "What is your name? Why do you appear here?"

No matter how spiritual Feijian is, it is impossible to answer his question.

The answer to this question is Tong Yan. He looked at the chessboard and said softly: "It is called Chuzijian, and it was delivered to you."

He Zhan was a little surprised and said, "Do you believe my judgment?"

Tong Yan said: "Of course there is a problem with this matter."

He Zhan said: "Then you were laughing at me just now."

"It's not a mockery. If your guess is correct, you can only draw my inference."

Tong Yan looked up at him and said: "That person is your mother, and your mother is a great figure in the spiritual world."

He Zhan spreads out his hands, not knowing what to say.

Tong Yan said: "Last night many people died in Yuntai, and many magic weapons were lost. Wait to see what your mother will give you."

He Zhan said sternly: "I hope she will give me a jar of fermented bean curd, which is spicy."

Su Ziye said on the bed: "This is okay, I don't understand why the monks even think the fermented bean curd is fishy, ​​and there is no meat in it."

That night.

Suspected He Zhan’s mother actually brought things here again, but they don’t know if it’s a treasure.

From the perspective of preciousness, it should be considered. The problem is that it is a person.

Looking at Tonglu who was lying unconscious in the vegetable field, He Zhan was at a loss. He looked at Tong Yan and opened his hands and asked: "What's the situation?"

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The Bailu Academy burned all day and night.

The courtyard that was once full of reading has turned into ruins, the air is full of burnt smell, and even the cliffs have been blackened.

Pei Baifa stood in front of the ruins of the academy, bowed his head and closed his eyes, feeling the residual temperature, without expression on his face.

An elder without grace said: "All the bones have been confirmed, and there is no close person."

Pei Baifa said in a low voice: "I will be away for a while. After you go back, you will seal Tianshou Mountain."

Everyone was surprised.

In recent years, due to the suppression of the Xihai Sword Sect, Wu En Sect’s status in the practice world has gradually declined ~ IndoMTL.com~ even the rank in the Meihui has fallen. This time the sect master left the pass again, Xi Wangsun was cut off, the Yuntai was destroyed, and the Xihai Sword Sect was expelled from the mainland. It was a good time for the Wu En Sect to develop. Why should the mountain be closed again?

No one dared to disobey the sect master's meaning even though they were puzzled.

Similarly, no one dared to ask why and where to go.

Just dare to ask about the return date.

The elder asked: "When will brother return?"

Pei Baifa said: "You will know when you are going back."

After saying this, he stepped up on his sword and flew toward the west.

Looking at the sword light that disappeared in the twilight, the people of the Ungrateful Sect bowed to each other, knowing that the Sect Master must do something that shocked the world.

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(End of this chapter)