The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 42: 1 thunder, then another
(The chapter was revised yesterday until it was released at 8 o’clock, and even after the release, I rushed to change a few places, from the chapter name to the last few sentences, I won’t say the specifics. As for the end of the chapter should have been It’s the three words Yu stopped. That’s more in line with the story and Jing Jiu’s tone. It’s more plain and ordinary. Even though the tens of thousands of styles are just plain sketches, I finally added two sentences about thunder, thinking that though It's cheesy and thundering, but there should be a thunder in the end.)
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When the rain stops, it is not raining.
The sound of thunder at this time is like a bolt from the blue.
People are struck by lightning.
A green mountain disciple was in a daze, and fell from the flying sword. Fortunately, he was rescued in time and didn't fall to his death in the stone forest.
More people were shocked and unable to speak, staring blankly at the young man in white.
There are still many people who think that they have been stunned by the thunder, and have heard them wrong?
The sound of thunder is still reverberating and circling in the sky, like a huge but invisible bird flying constantly.
Other than that, there is no sound from the peaks of the green mountains, and they are extremely quiet.
Zhuo's habitually drooping eyelids have already reached the highest point long ago, and they are full of horror.
Passing Nanshan and others were also extremely shocked, standing in place like a stone statue.
Lei was surprised and Yao Songshan and other young disciples' faces flushed, but their eyes were a little confused.
Whether it is willing or unwilling, at least at this moment, no one can accept this fact. But the next moment, they discovered that many big figures were actually so calm... such as Zen, such as Zhen Zi, such as Master Yuan Qijing, which made them feel extremely shocked. Is this all true?
Uncle Jingyang has already ascended? Why are you still staying in the world, and how did you become the person you are now?
In the face of thunderstorms falling from the sky, people’s reactions are different. Some will cover their heads and hide everywhere, some will climb on the roof and call for rain to collect their clothes, and some will pull out the sword in the sheath and point at it. The sky, shouted to fight, and then was chopped into a scorched tree.
Yuanqu is already scorched at this time, and I feel like blue smoke is rising above my head.
Gu Qing looked down at the sweat bead falling into eight petals on the ground, wondering what kind of mood he had, whether he remembered the most secret speculations before.
Liu Shisui stood behind Bu Qiuxiao, looking at Jing Jiu at the top of the peak, with his mouth open and completely speechless, he didn’t need to practice a closed mantra—he knew that the son was not easy, and he had even experienced Ridiculous guesses, but after all, I didn’t dare to continue guessing. Who knows that reality is even more absurd than those guesses!
"So you are Jingyang..."
Nan Wang's face was pale, and he murmured: "No wonder it's like this, but why didn't I expect it?"
There are more and more people like her who are gradually calming and waking up.
In recent years, the practitioners of Chaotian Continent have been speculating whether Jing Jiu is of real person Jingyang's blood. The reason is that what happened to him is incredible.
Now they understand that this is the true answer.
Why is Jing Jiu's spiritual talent so good? Why does Liu Cizheng's will ask him to be the head?
Because he is the real Jingyang!
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There was also a thunderstorm on Qipan Mountain that day, and lightning illuminated the chessboard under the pavilion.
The childlike face, who is known as the unparalleled chess skill, eventually lost to the Qingshan disciple who was obviously just starting to learn chess.
The Yin-blooded Plum Blossom still cherished in the imperial palace represents that the disciple of the Qingshan Mountain killed countless Snow Country monsters overnight during the Snow Field Road War.
The broken stone forest at the foot of Tianguang Peak witnessed that the Qingshan disciple defeated several Liangwangfeng experts in succession, and even fought across the border, breaking the blue sea sword that had crossed Nanshan.
Different people think of different pictures, and then they end up on the top of Bu Zhou Mountain in the illusion of Blue Sky.
The sword that the Green Mountain disciple cut towards the sky and the rules of the illusion, isn’t it just breaking the sky?
Isn't what he does is soaring?
"The reason Shang Defeng would testify for the name Jing Jiu is because I knew early on that he is the little uncle."
Yuan Qijing looked at Fang Jingtian and said calmly: "You should have guessed it a long time ago, so why bother to ask today?"
As soon as came out, all the dust settled.
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The well is the scenery, and the upper nine is the sun.
Jingjiu is Jingyang.
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Bu Qiuxiao looked at Jing Jiu under the Lu, thinking about the conversation in Chaoge City that year, feeling a little complicated, and said with emotion: "It turns out that it was a real person in person."
After saying this, he bowed down to Jing Jiu from a distance, and bowed. There are many people like Bu Qiuxiao, such as He Guo Gong and Zhang Yiai who have already stood up, such as the people of Daze and Jingzong, the lord of the hanging bell, Chen Xueshao sitting in a wheelchair, also bows respectfully to salute. .
Xiang Wanshu and other younger disciples looked at Jing Jiu with admiration and awe.
He Wei and the others’ eyes are full of absurdities and incredible things.
Regardless of seniority, talent or realm, Jingyang Zhenren is the tallest person in Chaotian Continent.
Everyone thought he had ascended decades ago, who would have thought that he was still in the world!
Except for Bai Zhenren, who had guessed the truth a long time ago, and Zenzi and Yuan Qijing who knew the truth, there were only two people who did not react from the beginning to the end.
Bai Zao lowered his head slightly, and the wind blew the blue silk past his eyes, blurring the picture on the top of the mountain and the person into many pictures.
A teardrop condensed on the eyelashes, but did not fall, because the eyelashes did not tremble.
I knew what I had known for a long time, but I was still sad, but I could only accept it.
is still very sad.
The spring breeze can pass through Baicheng, but it is sad for the six-year snowfield.
Beauty can be a hero, but sad under the crabapple tree.
Another person who didn't respond was Zhao Layue.
Of course she would not feel sad, because she was always by his side, doing a lot of things together, had already guessed who he was, and tried to ask.
Jing Jiu did not deny it.
So she was only slightly surprised at this time, and at the same time she felt relieved and relieved.
Keeping this secret, even with the parties involved, is a stressful thing for everyone.
"You finally don't want to hide it anymore?"
She looked at Jing Jiu under the cottage, thinking in her heart.
It’s just that you have concealed it for so many years, why do you admit it so frankly today, and so casually and indifferently? Just like the Snow Queen prepared for tens of thousands of years in the snowy field, she finally took the tide of beasts to the south, preparing to unify the Chaotian Continent. As a result, she was killed by a monk when she arrived in Baicheng...
was a bit wrong after all, a little puzzled.
Even if Fang Jingtian comes prepared, you can't continue to walk the world as Jing Jiu, but you can give another explanation.
Yuanqi Whale will definitely continue to cover up for you, and Zenzi will also help you speak, why... did you just admit it?
Zhao Layue thought of a possibility and gave birth to some pity.
I'm still tired as expected.
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Other people don’t think like Zhao Layue. In their view, Fang Jingtian obviously has evidence in his hand that Jing Jiu is not the second son of Jingzhai in Chaoge City, so Jing Jiu naturally can only admit his identity, on the contrary What they don't understand is another thing.
According to Yuan Qijing, Fang Jingtian had guessed Jing Jiu's true identity a long time ago, so why did he force Jing Jiu to admit that he is real Jingyang?
If he is to be the head of Qingshan, he wants to say that Jing Jiu instead of Jingyang is written in the will of the true man Liu Ci... Then he will become a joke himself.
The real Jingyang wants to be the head of Qingshan, where is the will?
Looking at Qingshan and even the entire Chaotian Continent, who would dare not accept it?
Fang Jingtian suddenly looked at the ground and laughed.
There are no eight-petaled sweat beads on the ground, and no teardrops before the eyelashes. Only the top of Tianguang Peak has witnessed tens of thousands of years of green hills.
His smile was emotionally complicated, with a bit of self-deprecation, a bit of sadness, and a bit of pleasure for years.
"Are you Jingyang... Master Uncle?"
Fang Jingtian raised his head, looked at Jing Jiu and said blankly, "Isn’t Master Jingyang already soaring?"
Jing Jiu said: "Some things are not done~IndoMTL.com~This is the answer he said to Chanzi in Guocheng Temple.
Fang Jingtian naturally would not believe this answer, and the mockery with the raised eyebrows became more intense.
"Even if it fails, it is still so calm and breezy, always like a fairy sitting on the head of a cloud."
He looked at Jing Jiu and said, "In this respect, you are indeed a little like Xiaoshushu."
The people around Tianguangfeng didn't know what he was talking about.
Since Jing Jiu is Real Jingyang, he is of course very similar to Real Jingyang.
"Maybe if you play a role for too long, you will become more and more like that role, but you often forget who you are."
Fang Jingtian looked at Jing Jiu and said calmly: "Did you forget that you are not Master Jingyang, but a sword?"
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(Dog with broken chapter! Bah! I’ll curse it first. It’s just that in recent days I don’t know why my spirit has been inexplicably low, but I have encountered the climax of the book. I really dare not write forward, and write and cherish it. Write slowly, everyone read slowly, please don’t scold me, I am a person who needs a lot of love, the more love I get, the better I can write!)...
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