The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 9: 1 pan of loose sand

Since many, many years ago, Jing Jiu has liked to lie on a bamboo chair and play sand-building games on this porcelain plate.

At that time, neither Liu Shisui nor Zhao Layue knew what this kind of game was. Later, after Chaogecheng Meihui, he said a few words after a stunning game with Tong Yan. It is vaguely understood that this is a means of deduction and calculation.

Many years have passed, and Jing Jiu gradually stopped playing this kind of game, and people on Shenmo Peak rarely saw this porcelain plate and the fine sand until today.

When a grain of fine sand falls, it becomes a picture.

The surface of the undulating landscape is extremely smooth, and there are no gaps in sight.

That's because all the sand grains are arranged closely and orderly according to his idea.

This requires unimaginable spatial structure and computing power, which is beyond human ability.

The Jingyuan is quiet, and the wind blows over the stream and the flowers and trees by the stream, and they dare not make any noise.

Ping Yongjia stared at the sand map in the porcelain plate with round eyes, her mouth opened wide, thinking that Master is too powerful, this is more difficult than ascension, right?

Ada didn't know when he left Zhao Layue's arms, and squatted down opposite Jing Jiu obediently, Lao Gao with his **** pouted, and he looked extremely respectful.

Zhao Layue's reaction is the most common and natural, perhaps because she sees Jing Jiu playing in the sand the most?

She hugged her knees and looked sideways at the sand in the porcelain plate. The breeze shook her messy hair, passing her eyes, cutting the black and white eyes into countless worlds.

Her eyes suddenly became brighter, not because they saw the true meaning of the great road in the sand, but because tears gradually filled it.

I don't know what she thought of, she was so sad.

At the Meihui in Chaoge City back then, after hearing the sound of Lian March, Jing Jiu said four words and didn't understand the best.

At the time, she only felt that he became so far away at that moment.

Now that she is a great powerhouse at the pinnacle of breaking the sea, there are very few things in the world that she does not understand, so she naturally understands what it means to be far away.

He only needs enough time now to get away far enough.

"It's still early."

Knowing what she was thinking, Jing Jiu reached out and rubbed her head to express comfort.

Zhao Layue's short hair became even more messy under his palm.

Jing Jiu took out a braid and handed it to her eyes.

This was cut off a hundred years ago when she left the Jingzhai in Chaoge City. Gu Qing did everything safely and meticulously, and kept it under his pillow.

"It's really dirty." Zhao Layue glanced a little disgustedly, didn't pick it up, and ignited sword fire at his fingertips, burning the braid into blue smoke.

It doesn't matter whether it's the cut hair, the peach blossom at the gate of Shuiyue'an, or the begonia, you don't need it, but Qingshan still needs to return it.

The group left Jingyuan and went to Yunji Town.

The restaurant with a heritage of more than two hundred years has long since stopped cooking any other dishes, only various hot pots.

With the protection of the family, and the support of tourists and even practitioners from all over the world, the business of the restaurant is naturally good and unimaginable, but it is natural that today I dare not take any more business.

Unfortunately, everyone in Jingyuan had just had a hot pot meal today, and the shopkeeper could only kneel on the ground, watching with extreme disappointment the figures disappearing from their eyes.

When he came outside a certain house, Jing Jiu glanced at the carriage inside through the courtyard wall, and continued to walk forward.

Although he didn't control the sword, he only walked on his feet, and with everyone's current level of cultivation, it took only a short period of time before he traversed the long mountain road and came outside the Nanshan Gate.

The dense fog disappeared without wind, and the simple or even crude stone gate appeared in front of everyone, and the famous Deacon Qingshan sat at the table and took a nap, but he was no longer the one he was back then.

Jing Jiu didn't disturb the person. He walked under Shimen, and the white clothes fluttered slightly like a cloud when the mountain breeze moved.

Zhao Layue hugged Ah Da, and everyone walked in.

Not far from Nanshan Gate is the Nansong Pavilion, where Jing Jiu was doing the Outer Sect practice at that time, if he sleeps, it can be counted as practice.

The cliffs are full of green pine like umbrellas. Matsushita is sitting with his diligent outer disciple, with a white hot mist above his head. In the depths of the pine forest, you can occasionally hear the sound of fist training such as shouting.

He didn't meet the young outer disciples, let alone teach them their practice, and went straight through the pine forest to the small building.

Many years ago, he went back to Qingshan and walked like this, just like a lion inspecting his territory. What is he going to do today?

Zuo Rusui and Yuanqu looked at each other, both a little nervous.

The elder guarding the small building is an elder Shiyuefeng, watching the people who broke into the building, he was about to ask a few words, suddenly looked at Jing Jiu’s face, rubbed his eyes subconsciously, and then called out. With a cry, he bowed down.

Jing Jiu waved for him to get up, put his hands together and started to look at the portraits in the building.

From the beginning of Qingshan’s ancestor, I have been seeing the real master Daoyuan, the master Shen Zhou, and then...the Taiping real person and himself.

The portrait of Liu Ci is at the end.

Jing Jiu stood in front of this portrait for a while, then suddenly pointed to the two previous portraits and said, "They are all taken off."

The elder Shiyuefeng was shocked when he heard the words, but did not dare to object, shaking his hands to take off the portrait, and then asked: "The head of the real person, then this..."

Jing Jiu said: "Whoever died between me and him in a few days, hang up again."

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There is a mountain outside the city of Shangzhou. It is not famous and has no scenery. There are more than a dozen ordinary farmers, each surrounded by the yard, and they are quite old-fashioned.

In the most secluded and remote farmyard, there is a stone mill that has been in disrepair. Standing on the stone mill, Yin Feng was quite powerful, but his tail feathers were broken, and he looked a little pitiful, like a rooster crowing every morning, but suddenly realized that the sun had not risen for many days.

"Why! Why is his luck so good! Why is he winning again this time!"

Yin Feng began to pace on the stone mill, appearing quite anxious, just like a tiger trapped in a cage for many years, and his voice became more piercing and harsh: "Ming Ming knows everything, let Xiao Si become his palm. Gate, it only takes more than ten years for us to return to the green hills, secretly regain power, north to Zhongzhou, Nanping Guocheng, and then to control Chaoge City in our hands, Chaotian Continent is ours...but why should he Woke up at this time! And it's so amazing!"

"Bah!" The ancestor Xuanyin spit out thick sputum on the ground, cleared his throat, and continued to hold a greasy fleshy bone to chew.

Yin Feng glanced at him with a bit of disgust, and said: "How can you get your mouth off this kind of meat? It's disgusting! Seeing your own hard work, can't you just throw it away?"

The ancestor Xuanyin put the fleshy bones in his hand on the stone mill, took two breaths, and said: "I have a bad mouth, so I have a bad appetite, otherwise, why can't I eat it?"

Yin Feng mocked and said: "I have never seen such a stupid evil demon like you, that is one thing! You dare to swallow, with such a big hole in your stomach, how is your stomach good?"

The ancestor Xuanyin said seriously: "I am different from you, not because of the injury, but...something is old."

Yin Feng fell into silence when he heard the two words getting old, and there was more pity in his sight.

It is guarded by the green hills, longevity, and many years to live, but the ancestor Xuanyin... is really old~IndoMTL.com~The farmyard has become very quiet, and the wind is blowing from the west. , To fade the twilight, and make the sky full of stars start to brighten.

The ancestor Xuanyin looked at the big locust tree outside the yard and sighed in an old voice: "Holy man, I haven't been for a few years. I have been floating in the world for so long with you, when will I be a head? ?"

On the top of the big locust tree sits a young man. The red dress is particularly eye-catching in the remaining twilight, as if he is about to burn.

His left arm has been restored as before, but it looks very white and tender, like a newborn baby, and like a lotus root just dug out of the mud.

I don't know if this is the magical power brought by the emergence, even the injuries caused by the sword of all things can be healed.

"Yeah, when are you headed these days?"

Yin San squatted on the treetop, picked up a stone in his hand, and smashed a mouse in the field.

Looking at this scene, the ancestor Xuanyin and Yin Feng looked at each other, feeling extremely puzzled and worried.