The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 84: Time is up

Along the mountain road that formed along the stream, Liu Shisui swiftly swept forward, like a dust dragon, and arrived at the lotus lake in just a few dozen breaths of time.

Qingshanzong moved a few temples here. Looking at the beautiful scenery, he was naturally uninterested. He didn't go to see Guangyuan real person and Nanwang, but directly found Nanshan.

When Guo Nanshan heard his request, he couldn't help but glanced at Gu Han, and said, "You guessed it."

Gu Han asked him to go to the sword boat to remove a bundle of bamboo.

Looking at the bundle of bamboo, Liu Shisui was very pleasantly surprised, and bowed his gratitude to Gu Han earnestly.

These bamboos were planted in Tianguang Peak back then, more than a hundred years have passed. His former master Bai Rujing also died in the sword prison, but the bamboos are still there, and the old bamboo is dead. Regeneration of Hsinchu, a few clumps of bamboo are about to become a sea of ​​bamboo.

Looking at Liu Shisui who was leaving with the bundle of bamboo, thinking about those times back then, Gu Han couldn't help but sighed.

Liu Shisui carried the bamboo back to Sanqianyuan at a faster speed, took out the Guancheng pen, cut off the fine branches from the top, and started making bamboo chairs. The Fuer Sword buzzed and trembled on his wrist, indicating that he was the sharpest fairy sword in the world—except for the one lying in the Zen room—how could you use Guancheng pen without yourself?

"The pen tip is softer and does not need to be polished again." Liu Shisui explained patiently, but his movements did not stop.

In that small mountain village many years ago, after seeing the son making a bamboo chair, he never forgot. The craftsmanship is getting better and better. Even Xue Ji in the sword prison also appreciates his ability. It didn't take long for a brand new bamboo chair to be made, no different from the one often seen on Shenmo Peak.

Zuo Rusui had to lie down subconsciously. He stopped when he saw Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui's eyes, and explained innocently: "I want to try lying down for the head."

Liu Shisui ignored him, walked into the meditation room and picked up Jing Jiu, went to the corridor, and gently put him on the bamboo deck chair.

She looked at the cracked floor under his feet, and asked in a little surprise: "Why did you become so heavy, Mr.?"

Zuo Rusui said: "This shows that he really fell asleep."

Yuan Qu hurriedly pulled him aside and said, "What do you have for supper?"

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Jing Jiu lay quietly on the bamboo chair, closing his eyes, as if asleep.

But he has no breathing, no heartbeat, no body temperature.

Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui stood on both sides of the bamboo chairs, looking at his face seriously and intently, without moving away for a moment.

From early morning to sunset, the color and brightness of the sun changed several times, and Jing Jiu's eyelashes did not blink.

In the meantime, Yuanqu cautiously suggested that Master should try to sit on the bamboo chair. Zhao Layue actually accepted his opinion, but Jing Jiu still did not wake up.

Zuo Rusui suddenly said: "But the head seems to really like lying on the bamboo chair. Do you think he looks more relaxed than before?"

Quiniang and Yuanqu glanced at them, and said in surprise: "It seems to be like this, and the eyebrows are not frowned."

Liu Shisui was also very happy to hear it. Only Zhao Layue remained silent, knowing that it was just the reason for the difference in indoor and outdoor skylight.

Jing Jiu did not wake up, but with this bamboo chair, he no longer needs to continue lying side by side with Bai Zao on the couch.

Whether it was windy or rainy, he quietly lay on the bamboo chair, feeling the world under the porch.

Two more days passed, the spring mood was gradually exhausted, the summer heat was gradually born, and the sun became extremely hot. Everyone knew that Jing Jiu didn't like it, so they moved him back to the quiet meditation room.

The clear sound of silver bells rang in the sky, and everyone thought it was Nan Wang who came to the hot pot again and watched Jing Jiu, but a white light fell.

Finally, this time it's really finally... Ah Da is here.

Ada fell on the bamboo chair and watched vigilantly at the Sword God Xihai outside the round window. His white hair stood up, like a dandelion about to explode, always ready to flee with the wind.

Xilai turned and looked at the white cat.

Ada meowed softly, indicating that you are going to fight with him and wait until he wakes up. I'll forget it.

Xilai didn't expect the legendary guardian of Qingshan to be so afraid of death, he smiled and nodded.

Ada didn't bother to care whether this was a mockery or politeness, and made sure that the other party would not kill him with a single sword, and then slowly walked into Jing Jiu's arms and lay down cautiously.

This picture looks beautiful and very calming, just like a beautiful imperial concubine who has fallen asleep holding a white cat in the palace in the summer afternoon.

But for Ah Da, staying in a pose for a long time is actually really boring.

It misses the accessories, toys, and companions it used to, the peculiar snow beetle called chilli.

Suddenly, it saw the blue bird on the branch outside the window, and its eyes suddenly became bright.

The blue bird's eyes did not fluctuate, and he uttered: "Try it."

Ada has dealt with the Blue Bird, knowing that the other party is Tianbao True Spirit, he can't catch it at all. I thought that although you can't fight but you won't get hurt, what's the matter with playing?

Warm or even slightly hot weather, dark and quiet meditation rooms, can easily make people sleepy and embarrassing.

A Daxi thought, suddenly seeing Bai Zao’s beautiful face close at hand, his eyes lit up again, and he wanted to jump over, then looked back at the door, and finally gave up. This thought fell on the lifeless Jing Jiu.

There is a table of hot pot outside the door.

Zhao Layue, Yuanqu, Zhuo Rusui, and Liu Shisui are eating hot pot again, but fortunately they didn't play mahjong.

The trend of eating hot pot and playing mahjong in Shangdefeng in the past has only retained the former in this generation.

The current Sanqianyuan seems to have become the peak of the gods.

The people of God Mofeng have this ability.

In the distant green mountain, Ping Yongjia stood on the cliff of Jianfeng, listening to the voice of Tie Ying, imagining the scene of Sanqianyuan at this time, yearning and sad, and said: "I want to eat too Hot pot, I also want to visit Master, your old man, but I dare not."

Xilai left the lakeside holding Yinfeng’s body and came to the porch. Looking at the few people who ignored themselves and kept their heads down and eating hot pot, they said: "I don’t understand, how could the real person Jingyang have Descendants like you."

From the very beginning, Yuanqu and Zhuo Rusui came to this nunnery with iron kettles and hot pots, they have been observing these disciples of Shenmofeng.

Zuo Rusui used chopsticks to pull in the red soup, and said: "Who can figure it out?"

Yuan Qu picked up a piece of fat intestine and threw it into his mouth to chew, and said, "I don't even think about it."

Zhao Layue stretched out his chopsticks to block Zhuo Rusui's chopsticks, ignoring the question from the West. Liu Shisui put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth clean, and pointed to the dead body of Yin Feng in his arms and said: "Senior, I still hope you can respect me more, although I can't beat you."

Xilai looked at Jing Jiu on the bamboo chair in the Zen room and said, "I and him are the same kind of people, so I don't understand that he will do such boring things as saving the world."

This question does not need to be answered, because he already has an answer.

Xi said: "At first I thought it was because of Lian San Yue, now it seems to be all of you."

Zhao Layue and others put down their chopsticks and looked at him.

"I am the point of all my cause and effect... I have heard the words of Jingyang Zhenren."

Xilai retracted his gaze, looked at them and said, "You are also their cause and effect, including those outside, so he is the way he is now."

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Some things like causality can be calculated by trying to deduction, more often it is impossible to calculate it clearly, and some even the person concerned can’t remember it clearly.

For example, Zhuo Rusui still remembers the joy of the spirit of heaven and earth following the wind when he was practicing with Jing Jiu, but he has long forgotten that joy happened on the peak of a snow-capped mountain, and there is a famous name under that mountain. It is a small school of Xuan Tianzong.

There is a very interesting phenomenon in the practice world of Chaotian Continent. The more famous the sect, the more common and low-key. For example, the Qingshan Sect, such as the Zhongzhou Sect, and Ruocheng Temple, and the ordinary sects with no background often have one. Unbelievable names, such as Sanqing Sect, Tongtian Sect, Xuantianzong.

It’s just that an extremely talented figure named Zhou Yunmu appeared in Xuan Tianzong more than a hundred years ago. He actually cultivated to the Yuan Ying stage with his own practice. Later, in order to break through the retreat, he passed the head to After his disciple Lu Jin, Lu Jin's spiritual talent was also quite good. Later, the master and apprentice had another adventure, and after more than a hundred years, they both became powerhouses in the transformation stage.

The stage of transforming gods is the first stage of breaking the sea. At this stage, you can become an elder-level figure in the Qingshan School and the Zhongzhou School. For those ordinary sects, it is an unshakable mountain. Therefore, Xuantianzong has gradually developed and grown over the years and has become an influential sect in northern Henan.

The higher the status and the stronger the ability, the greater the responsibility. Even if you can't bear those responsibilities, you have to take things you care about.

This summer, the disciples of Xuan Tianzong discussed the most important events in the spiritual world.

"You didn't see the grand occasion of reclamation, it was spectacular, and now I'm just a little worried. What if the underworld recovers and hits the ground?"

"I haven't fought for more than 700 years, so why worry about it."

"That's because the Emperor of the Underworld was locked up in the Demon Suppression Prison. Who can control the underworld now?"

"It's really ignorant, don't you know that the new Emperor Hades is a student of the real person of Jingyang? Qingshanzong is inconvenient to say, but who doesn't know?"

With the passage of time, the turmoil brought by the Taiping and Bai Zhenren to Chaotian Continent gradually subsided, the passages to the underworld were stabilized again, and the disasters on the underworld were being resolved, but people were shocked and uneasy. The thing is, those passages that have stabilized to enter the Nether lost their barriers and became unimpeded.

"That's it! The snowy field is also very peaceful now. It's a rare good day."

"Taiping Master, Xuanyin Patriarch, Emperor Xiao... Bai Zhenren is dead, of course Taiping."

"I can't see it, I heard that there is a force on Lengshan who is competing with the Kunlun faction for the underground spiritual vein."

"I heard that the leader was the young master of the Xuanyin Sect a hundred years ago. I don't understand why the leader would let us choose to ignore it, and even... secretly helped the other party several times."

"Don't talk about us, even the Fengdaojiao is secretly helping over there... Now it seems that the Kunlun School really can't last for a few years."

"These are trivial things, who knows what happened to Ohara Castle? Can the Qingshan Sect be able to bear it forever?"

"Master Ye Xiao finally blocked the immortal urn of Master Bai. I heard that he was seriously injured."

With this great battle that has spread to the entire Chaotian Continent, many secrets of the spiritual world have been revealed.

For example, the hidden peaks of the Green Mountain Sect, the sword prison, and the unshakable guardian like a mountain.

"When all the passages into the underworld are stabilized, I'm afraid that the saint of swords, the lord of the house, and the Zenzi will all go to Ohara City. The Chaotian Continent has finally been peaceful. How can we give up all our achievements because of the return of the Sword God of West Sea?"

"The point is that the real person Jingyang hasn't woken up yet, otherwise there would be so many things."

"Is the real Jingyang still awake?"

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When Zhou Yunmu listened to the comments of the younger generation, there was no expression on his wrinkled face~IndoMTL.com~ turned around and looked at Lu Jin and asked: "The real person hasn't woken up yet?"

Lu Jin said: "I heard that the situation this time is different from that of Chaoge City. I didn't even breathe or heartbeat."

Zhou Yunmu was silent for a long time and said, "Is it this time?"

Lu Jin said: "I can't be sure."

Zhou Yunmu took Lu Jin to the deepest part of the cave mansion, unlocked the extremely tight formations, came to a portrait, and kowtowed a few heads respectfully.

The portrait depicts a fairy in white, but his face is blank. It's not because I haven't seen it, but because there is no pen and ink to draw that person's face.

Zhou Yunmu took out a black card and handed it to Lu Jin.

Lu Jin was a little nervous and said, "Are you sure to send it over this time?"

Zhou Yunmu said: "Back then, the real person said that we would send it back when we felt it was time to send it back. I think this is the time now."