The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 85: High, really high

Many years ago, when Chengtian Sword returned from overseas, Liu Ci turned into a spring rain, and the position of the head of the Qingshan Sect became vacant. Jing Jiu said I will come. Who could have imagined that Fang Jingtian would then pass the sky among the mountains and wild flowers, and the Taiping real person asked A Piao to write a letter, which directly forced him out of the green mountains.

Jing Jiu lived in Jingyuan outside Yunji Town for a period of time, attracting countless practitioners from the world on pilgrimage, but only two people were able to enter Jingyuan and saw him. That was the pair of masters and disciples Zhou Yunmu and Lu Jin of Xuantianzong. People thought that they would definitely get a great benefit-whether it was a technique or a pill.

Huaibi is a sin. After they left Jingyuan, they began to be chased by people who were jealous and red eyes. Fortunately, they were guarded by the disciples of Liangwangfeng and Su Ziye. Over the next 100 years, the evil path declined and the situation in the spiritual world gradually calmed down. Those who had been watching the Xuantianzong's sights found that there was nothing special about the master and disciples, and gradually relaxed until they forgot. this matter. But in fact, they did take one thing away from Jingyuan.

Not even Zhao Layue knew about this.

The black sign is not the token of the head of the Green Mountain Sect, nor is it the emerald green Yinfeng life sign. I don't know what it is for.

Lu Jin took the black card, feeling so heavy, and said, "Then we are leaving now?"

Zhou Yunmu said: "If this brand is really an incredible treasure, I'm afraid it will cause an uproar. If you stay in the sect and sit in town, I will just walk away."

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One morning, the morning glow turned red.

A cloud line suddenly appeared in the eastern sky, even redder than the morning glow, but without the **** meaning of the Firth sword, with a tranquil smell of Zen.

Swords mingled in the sky outside the Sanqianyuan, and the morning glow was brighter by the sword's light. I think it was the strongest of the Green Mountain Sect who was coming here.

The lotus cloud illuminates the newly blooming flowers in the lotus pond, and also illuminates the small bridge. With a soft pop, a pair of white lotus feet landed on the bridge.

Zhao Layue, Zhuo Rusui, Yuanqu, and Queniang salute the child-like monk on the bridge: "I have seen Zen."

Zhanzi ended the matter at the Great Whirlpool, and on the way back to Baicheng made a special trip to Ohara City. The robes were covered with sea breeze and salt flowers.

Liu Shisui asked: "Is there any problem over there?"

"Your teacher will finish over there."

Zhanzi walked down the wooden bridge and came to the Zen room, fingers of his right hand opened slightly, and they gathered into a light mirror.

The morning light in the sky leaked in through the doors and windows, and through the condensation of the light mirror, hundreds of slowly rotating scriptures were reflected on Jing Jiu's body.

Zhao Layue and the others looked at this scene, without saying anything to interrupt, and without much hope. I don’t know how long it took, Zenzi retracted the light mirror, shook his head and said: "The sword is empty, it's like running out of blood. Logically speaking, he should be dead by this time."

This is the same as Xilai’s initial judgment.

Zhanzi went on to say: "It's just that real people have the ability to change the world, and also have the magical power to cut life and death. I don't know how to keep a trace of sword intent at the deepest point."

"If that silk sword intent is the master's preparation, why hasn't he woken up?" Zhuo Rusui asked puzzledly.

"Because he suffered too much injury. In other words, he was more desperate than he had imagined in the battle to save the world." Chanzi looked at Jing Jiu's face and looked at the eyelashes gently moved by the morning wind. , Wondering why he did this, "Now his soul is in deep sleep, so he can't enter Qingtianjian."

Outside the window, there was a clear and pleasant bird song, and it was the blue bird on the branch expressing approval.

Zuo Rusui said helplessly: "Of course we know that he is sleeping, and we ask why he can't wake up."

"Have you ever thought that his body is transformed by the sword of all things, so what is his soul for this body?" Chanzi turned and looked at Zhao Layue and asked.

Zhao Layue said: "It's... a guest who lives here."

She thought about this issue very early, so she was so wary of Ping Yongjia, that she took Jing Jiu to leave the East China Sea to the snowy field, but refused to return to Qingshan.

For the body transformed by the sword of all things, Ping Yongjia, who was afraid to leave at Jianfeng at this time, was the real master.

"I don't know if I am a guest in my dream..."

Zhanzi looked around at the crowd and said: "The real man once said that he was the direction of all cause and effect, so is he still the old Jingyang?"

Xilai once expressed a similar meaning.

In their view, the former real Jingyang and the current Jing Jiu are the same person, but they are not exactly the same person.

They are not two identical rivers, but the upper and lower reaches of a river.

Can the current Jing Jiu let go of those causes and effects of Jing Yang and become the real him at this moment?

If he can, he may wake up.

Liu Shisui listened to what Chanzi said and thought about it for a long time, then said honestly: "I don't understand."

He had read countless books in Yuntai, listened to the scriptures in Guocheng Temple for many years, and read many books in Yimaozhai. Although he looked at the dark-skinned farmer’s youth, he was actually The most knowledgeable person of this generation of practitioners, even he can't understand the words of Zen, Zhuo Rusui and others naturally can't understand.

"Actually, I don't really understand it myself. This is what happened to him. Maybe... only he knows it."

Zhanzi looked at Jing Jiu who was sleeping again, and said: "But I don't worry that he won't wake up. Whether he is Jingyang or Jing Jiu, he will of course leave him behind."

Zuo Rusui said: "Don't you say that the headmaster didn't expect that he would be so badly injured, so that sword breath could not wake up?"

Zhanzi glanced at him like an idiot, and said, "Will someone who is so afraid of death like him only keep a back hand?"

"Those your inferences, or are you saying... Do you know that I am me today?"

The voice from the west suddenly sounded outside the round window.

"Although I really don't understand, it is indeed possible to mean this."

After saying this, Zen Zi lifted the hem of the monk's clothes and crossed the round window, came to the lake, and sat on the stone bench side by side with Xilai.

Poke barefoot into the cool lake water like a white lotus, swaying, attracting many fishes to play.

Xilai asked: "It is rumored that you were the respected, serious and upright Linxi master in Guocheng Temple in your previous life. After being reincarnated, he was as playful as a child. What is the mystery?"

Zhanzi said: "I discussed this issue with Jingyang Zhenren. After the death of my foster father, I gradually remembered some memories from my previous life, but does that prove that I am me?"

Xi said: "It is indeed extremely difficult to prove that, just like him, is he Jingyang or Jing Jiu? Or who is he willing to be?"

"I really don't understand, but what you said is pretty good. I am really playful in this life."

Zen Zi took out a large handful of thin wooden sticks from his sleeves and threw them on the stone bench between the two.

Those thin wooden sticks are just laid up casually, some scattered outside, but if you look closely, you can find that the structure is extremely complicated and it is very difficult to disassemble.

This is the most common and easiest game that children play. No matter how you care about the world, Xilai is devoted to repairing swords and knows how to play.

He glanced at Zenzi and found that the other person's eyes were very clear, but they were so serious.

He thought about it, and reached out and pulled one out of those sticks.

It’s not the top and easiest one, nor the one with the most difficult position, but a very random one.

The morning breeze was blowing gently on the lake, and the morning light was slightly chaotic, and two sword lights were ushered in.

Mr. Guangyuan and Nan Wang landed on the lake, Zhao Layue and others also came to the scene, their eyes fell on the stone bench.

They know that this pile of sticks is the battle between Zenzi and Xilai.

Zhanzi reached out and pulled a stick.

Xilai then suddenly pulled out two at the same time.

Zhanzi glanced at him.

The lakeside is extremely quiet, because the morning wind stops consciously when it comes to the stone bench, and no one will disturb it.

Games that are very simple for children, naturally it is impossible for people like Xilai and Chanzi to be embarrassed.

It didn't take long for Nan Wang and others to see the true intention of the game.

The choice of Zenzi and Xilai every time they draw a stick seems random, but it is not. The purpose of their choice of sticks is not just to draw out the sticks, but to make the pile of sticks more complicated and fragile, adding countless difficulties to the other party. This is not so much a small game of drawing a stick, it is more like chess, and it is not an ordinary chess game. It is a little close to the three-dimensional chess game that Jing Jiu demonstrated to people at Qipanshan in Chaoge City.

Obviously, Queen Sparrow had already remembered the scene from that year, her eyes became unusually bright and her expression was extremely focused.

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As time goes by, the morning breeze is still gentle, and the morning light gets thicker and redder.

The lakeside was still silent, the speed of the two pulling out the sticks became slower and slower, Zenzi's expression was very solemn, Xilai also changed his sitting posture once. In terms of realm strength alone, Chan Zi should be slightly inferior to Xilai, but after going to Qingshan to ask the real person in Jingyang for a hundred days, he has been studying the pile of wooden sticks painstakingly, and really doesn't know the final outcome.

Finally, most of the sticks have been pulled out, or they fell on the ground or floated on the surface of the lake.

On the stone bench, there are only three lonely thin wooden sticks lying on each other, in an indescribable way, presenting the beauty of stability and balance.

It looks like a bonfire shelf, slowly burning in the morning light.

At this time, as long as one more stick is drawn out, the remaining two sticks will fall down, unless they are maintained by supernatural powers, but what's the point?

Next comes the order of Chanzi.

He looked at the three wooden sticks on the stone bench and was silent for a long time, patting barefoot like a white lotus in the lake, driving the disturbing fish far away.

"I lost."

Zhanzi smiled and said, like a chess master who confessed his defeat.

The key to the outcome of this game is not their methods and choices. From the final result, it only lies in the number and order of the wooden sticks.

Zhanzi put down the pile of wooden sticks, except for the scattered wooden sticks, and the number of wooden sticks put together, they can count clearly at a glance.

"Your deductive calculation ability is no longer under him. Even if he wakes up, he can't beat you by this."

After saying this, Zenzi walked to the surface of the lake, and the lake moved lightly, and a lotus cloud naturally formed.

Nan Wang looked at him and said, "Just leave?"

Zhanzi said: "I can't beat him, what should I do if I don't leave? Go back to Baicheng."

Morning breeze transported the lotus cloud to the sky, and headed towards the snowy field in the rising clouds.

Everyone withdrew their gaze~IndoMTL.com~ and looked at the statue-like Xilai on the stone bench, feeling a strong sense of frustration.

At this moment, the blue bird left the branch and flew over.

It grabbed a thin wooden stick with its two small claws, lowered its head, bit the other thin wooden stick and pulled it out, and threw it aside.

It looked up to the west and said triumphantly: "Is this a win? Should you leave?"

Xilai didn't know what to say.

"Don't be ashamed."

Zuo Rusui said seriously: "You are walking on stilts."

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(I wrote some words, thought about it or deleted it. I wish you all a happy day. I will also write more words that are as happy as today’s chapter. Come on.)