The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 73: Well 9 enters the palace

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(Yesterday, I wrote Lu Guogong as He Guogong. I’m sorry, but I haven’t finished the matter yet, my head is a bit messy.)

Gong Lu said something related to childish beauty.

The relationship between the Zhongzhou School and the royal family has always been close. He is in charge of Taichang Temple and naturally knows many secrets that ordinary people don't know.

Jing Jiu listened quietly, probably knowing why the kid always looks cold and arrogant, with eyes above the top.

He reached for his teacup and took a sip, then coughed twice.

"What's the matter with you?"

The worried look on Lu Guo Gong's face is even stronger.

The monk won’t get cold, and even if the tea is cold, they can’t cough agitatedly.

The entire Chaoge City already knew what happened outside the old plum garden.

He knew that Jing Jiu was there at the time, and when he saw that Jing Jiu wanted to know about Tong Yan, he couldn't help but wonder if Jing Jiu had suffered a dark loss.

Jing Jiu said: "I met the Tian Jinren in the old plum garden."

Gong Lu also knew about this, and he was a little confused, wondering what happened at that time?

"He wants to kill me."

Jing Jiu didn't say exactly what Tian Jinren did.

Those pieces of spiritual consciousness sneaked into his body, more likely to want to peep.

But this method has threatened his existence. If it succeeds, his life and death will be controlled by nearby people.

So in his opinion, Tian Jinren wants to kill himself.

Gong Lu's expression changed drastically, and the wrinkles on his face bloomed with a huge flower. Naturally, it was not because he was happy, but because he was serious.

He was shocked and wondered why Tian Jinren, a master, would do such a thing to Jing Jiu.

"If he didn't leave the old plum garden tonight, then he killed me, it would be something inside Qingshan."

Hearing these words, Lu Guogong understood that he should immediately send someone to stare at the old plum garden.

There is no need for Jing Jiu to make arrangements for this kind of thing.

Gong Lu was a little worried and said, "I may not be able to check the internal affairs of Qingshan."

Jing Jiu said: "No need to check, it is Fang Jingtian."

Gong Lu was shocked again, and his heart was a little heavy.

Fang Jingtian is the former peak master of the Qingshan Sect and a great figure breaking the sea.

Jing Jiu directly told him the name, which represented absolute trust.

This kind of trust also represents self-confidence.

He is sure that the Lu family will not betray him.

Or are you afraid?

But why is this?

Many years ago, after Lu Guogong inherited this secret from his father, he began to think about this issue.

He didn't want to understand until now, but he said to himself that this is also good, so as not to think too much about other problems.

"Near people are not easy to deal with."

Guo Lu did not hide his difficulties.

There are a total of twenty-seven national princes in the human dynasty. He is the lowest-profile but extremely powerful. The problem is that even he can't deal with the nearby people.

The other party is a master of mathematics, admired by the people, Bailuyuan is even more famous, and he is also a close friend and half-teacher of the Sword God of Xihai.

Not to mention that the other party will come to Chaoge City, which was originally an invitation from His Majesty the Emperor himself.

When Jing Jiu heard this, Jing Jiu was a little surprised and asked: "Why?"

Gong Lu did not directly answer this question, saying: "The invitation to Chanzi is sent back and forth."

Jing Jiu understood, and said, "What does the emperor want?"

Guogong Lu hesitated and said in a low voice, "I dare not guess."

Jing Jiu asked, "Who is from Shuiyue'an?"

There are many cultivating sects in the mainland, and many seniors are good at deduction and calculation, but the most famous ones are Shuiyue An and Guocheng Temple.

Before Tianjinren appeared, all the monks wanted to get the signatures or piano notes from these two families.

"An Zhu is in retreat, so he didn't come."

Lu Guogong said: "The one who came is very mysterious. I still don't know who it is."

Jing Jiu was silent for a while, and said, "Do you want to be sure how many years you can live?"

Guo Lu did not dare to answer.

The emperor personally invited the Guocheng Temple Zenzi and Tianjinren, and also wanted to invite the nunnery of Shuiyue'an. What is it to pay such attention?

Even the most powerful human beings on the mainland have an unfathomable realm. As long as they cannot ascend, they will always face these problems in the final stage of their lives.

When death is about to come, some emperors will keep alchemy and take medicine for longevity.

The **** emperor today is a very wise king. He wants to know his lifespan, naturally he wants to arrange his funeral, himself and the entire human race.

Jing Jiu suddenly said: "I want to enter the palace."

This is naturally the meaning of the deer's arrangement.

Gong Lu was surprised, but didn't say anything, and asked: "When?"

Jing Jiu got up and said, "Now."

The night is getting dark, and if I want to enter the palace temporarily, I will definitely not be able to do it with someone else, even the most popular adult in the court.

But Lu Guo Gong can, because the affairs of Taichang Temple require frequent dealings with the palace. More importantly, since the first emperor, Lu Guo Gong has been trusted by two generations of emperors.

No matter how low-key he is, the ups and downs of these years have already understood whether it is the people in the court or the palace.

The corner door of the imperial palace opened silently, and Lord Lu entered in with a young man wearing a hat.

This picture naturally fell in the eyes of many people, but both the guard and the **** who just happened to pass by turned around with great understanding, pretending not to see it.

People who live in the palace do not want to be regarded as caring people, and they do not want to be said afterwards that they want to spy on the holy will.

There are clouds coming from the south, blocking the stars, and the palace is dark, making the lights in the main hall particularly warm.

Gong Lu stood on the stone steps in front of the hall, his eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the movement around him like a falcon, but his sight was finally attracted by his oblique shadow.

He didn't expect that His Majesty actually agreed with Jing Jiu, and he was in the hall.

Be aware that Jing Jiu’s apparent identity is just an ordinary Qingshan Sect disciple. Why?

He looked at his shadow and thought silently, a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his lips.

Many years ago, what he said to his father was the most worrying thing in the centuries of the Kuomintang government. Now it seems that he has been thinking too much about that shadow.

What my father said was right.

The will of His Majesty and the will of the owner of the wooden sign are indeed unified.

The hall is very quiet~IndoMTL.com~ There is no talking.

Occasionally, there will be coughing sounds, it should be Jing Jiu.

Occasionally there is a hearty laughter, it should be your majesty.

It didn't take long for the gate of the palace to open and Jing Jiu walked out.

Gong Lu didn't know what he had said to his majesty, and did not ask, leading him to the outside of the palace.

In the house, Jing Jiu smiled as he watched the hills of chess.

He picked up a book at will and looked at it, and he knew that this level of chess was definitely not something the "brother" in the front yard could find, it should have been the handwriting of Lord Lu.

He made tea, took out the bamboo chair, lay down comfortably, and began to read.

The light rain is coming again, tap the window and add those boring chess, it's best to sleep.

He didn't sleep until the light fell, and finally watched all the chess, and at the same time waited for the news.