The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 70: There are gains

Over the winter, he said: "I don’t want to tell you that I don’t want you to mess around with my reputation. Now it seems that it’s a bit wrong to keep hiding from you, and let you give birth to such absurd ideas. I will tell you today. I understand, you are my Shuiyue'an disciple, not a casual cultivator. If there is any sect who wants to rob you as a disciple in the future, just kill you."

He Zhan has gradually awakened from the shock at this time. Hearing these words is a bit unpleasant. What do you think do not make you mess around with your reputation? I don’t know that I still have a relative. That relative is still a great figure in the spiritual world. The most important thing is that until now I don’t know who your aunt is!

At this time, of course he wanted to know something the most. He was about to ask but was prevented by the winter: "Don’t ask me about your parents, because I don’t want to think about it, and I don’t want to say, at least for now, When you were born, I gave your nephew Lanxi to raise you, so you can treat her as a mother."

Lanxi Shi Tai Nai is a very famous senior in Shuiyue An, but he suddenly disappeared decades ago, and turned out to be raising a child.

He Zhan thought of the old nun who taught and raised himself. She felt warm in her heart, so he didn't keep asking, but he became more curious.

My aunt is actually the elder of Master Lanxi. Isn’t that the same as the master of Shuiyue'an?

Walking out of the melon shed during the winter.

He Zhan hurriedly followed up and asked: "Auntie, what was the piece of yarn you gave me when I was young?"

Over the winter, he said: "Wanxi yarn."

He Zhan asked: "How about the bones of that year? Is it useful to drink wine?"

Over the winter, he said: "Idiots use it like this."

He Zhan touched his nose with some embarrassment, and said, "Anyway, there were still a lot of pills, so I didn't think about refining them."

Over the winter, thinking about one thing, he looked at him and said: "According to the time, you should break the Yumenguan pass this year. Remember to use spirits to deliver that three-medium pill. The effect is the best."

He Zhan was even more embarrassed and said: "I was a little anxious a few years ago, I sold the box pill..."

Guodong looked at him quietly, and said: "When the celebrities see the box medicine, they know that it has a history. You can't sell the small sect. I'm curious who dares to buy your medicine."

He Zhan hesitated for a while, and said: "A little girl from the Suspended Bell Sect."

Over the winter, thinking about the scenes that Mei Hui saw in the chess game that year, he reminded: "She is much younger than you."

After saying this, she stepped up into the air and quickly disappeared into the morning light.

Looking at the sky dyed red by the morning glow, He Zhan was silent for a long time, then sighed.

"Even if I am dissatisfied with my nephew, but he is too indifferent. If nothing else, can't that three-medium pill be made up?"

He grew up in the nunnery since he was a child. After the death of the old nun, he began to live alone. It is hard to talk about loneliness, but it does look like duckweed. Today he suddenly discovered that he had an extra family member. It turned out that he had a place to come. The world in front of him has become different. The blazing sun is so warm. Then he thought about the words about spending the winter, feeling a little strange. From today onwards, he is a disciple of Shuiyue'an? Aren’t all women in Shuiyue Nunnery? And who is the aunt?

Of course, he has determined at this time, just as Tong Yan predicted, his aunt must be a big figure in the spiritual world.

Thinking of this, he suddenly had a strong impulse.

It's just like the feeling of the son of Lu Guo when he knew his background was a real Jingyang.

Who the **** is there?

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The city of Baicheng in late spring and early summer is still not hot.

Compared with previous years, the snow line has retreated hundreds of miles to the north. There are scattered grasses everywhere in the field. Wheat, melons and vegetables are still unable to grow, and there is no loofah in the food and vegetables sent from Juyecheng.

Over the winter, I walked to the small temple, did not go in, turned around and sat on the threshold, looking out to the northern wilderness, took out a cucumber from his sleeve and took two bites.

The deep and lacking voice sounded behind her: "So you have been cultivating these young people. Do you want them to be me?"

He didn't turn around during the winter, and said: "Sanctification is a very hard thing. It is your ability to do it, it has nothing to do with me."

The voice said: "Then who do you like the most?"

Over the winter, he said: "The chief disciple of the Qingshan Sect is such a ghost place. It is unexpected that the chief disciple has crossed Nanshan in such a good way. Too cold, arrogant and lonely, not suitable to be a leader, and Bai Zao, who I was most optimistic about, is a bit weak and hard to avoid wind and rain. The most regrettable thing is that she has a barrier recently, I am afraid she will not be able to cross it."

The voice said with emotion: "I don't know what to do, how can I live, love is a word, it's always like this."

After the winter, I was silent for a while, and said: "I have seen Zhao Layue and I am quite satisfied, but it is a pity that she has gone to Shenmo Peak, and it is difficult to get rid of Jingyang's legacy."

The voice said: "Why care so much?"

For the winter, I used a cucumber to point to the depths of the snowy field and said: "Back then, I wanted to kill the person in Snow Country, travelled around the mainland to persuade the various factions. In the end, only one and a half people were willing to help me. You were one and Mr. Pei was half. I just want to understand that people like us are anomalous in the world of spiritual practice, and anomalous numbers are a minority, not enough to change too many things. We need more fellows, so I think about it when they are young Guide them, hoping that they can be less decayed."

The voice sighed and said: "When young people get old, they will become old people. How can they still be young people back then?"

Winter said: "It makes sense, but always try."

The voice said: "I know your time, but you still seem too anxious."

Winter Wei Wei mocked and said: "You should be very clear, everyone is beginning to be anxious."

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The collapsed cliffs outside Haizhou City are like scars from the terrifying earth. There are rocks and broken trees everywhere, making it impossible to stand.

The picture in the sea is even more terrifying. There are reefs everywhere, the short ones are submerged in white foam, and the tall ones are like sharp swords facing the sky.

This is the case for the sea surface of more than ten miles, extending directly into the depths of the sea, connecting with the famous reef.

These reefs were once high above, and they were part of the suspended mountain surrounded by white clouds.

That night, the sword **** Xihai cut the cloud platform with a single sword, and the hanging mountain fell from the sky. If it weren't for the joint action of several powerful people such as Yimaozhaibu Qiuxiao, I am afraid it would cause a very strong earthquake. Haizhou The people here will definitely suffer heavy casualties.

There are still a lot of bloodstains between the reef and the garbage, but I don’t know if it came from the practitioner who participated in the battle that night or the extremely injured flying whale.

Ancestor Xuanyin stood on the edge of the cliff~IndoMTL.com~ Looking at the picture in front of him, he subconsciously rubbed his nose, and his nose became redder.

His gaze followed the chaotic reefs on the sea to the distance. He saw the previous chaotic reefs. Suddenly he had a conjecture in his heart. Could it be that many years ago there was also a hanging mountain on the bank of the West Sea, and it was Can it be shot down?

Even if this conjecture is true, since it was something he didn't know, it must have happened tens of thousands of years ago.

On the Chaotian Continent today, there are probably only a few sects such as Qingshan School and Zhongzhou School that have records.

He looked at the young man next to him, and wanted to ask him if he had heard of this. The picture he saw made him startled.

Yin San stood on the edge of the cliff with his hands on his back, letting the sea breeze brush his face, his eyes were full of joy and relaxation, like drinking alcohol.

The ancestor Xuan Yin said: "It seems that everything is as you wish."

Yin San smiled and said: "If you have something, you will be happy."

(End of this chapter)