The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 11: Hot pot and sword, the dissipated clouds

While washing his face with sword fire, Jing Jiu walked towards the edge of the cliff.

Following his footsteps, the dust vibrated from the clothes room, and soon it was as clean as new, and the dust was cleared out, just like lotus flowers after the rain.

Gu Qing followed him, using a very fast speech and a calm voice, to recount the important things in the practice world and Qingshan this year.

Looking at this scene, Zhuo Rusui thought that this is not the image of a **** or a traitorous official in the storytelling? Can't help but laugh out loud.

Jing Jiu glanced at him.

Zuo Rusui hurriedly stepped aside and stepped aside, and said, "I just brushed the bamboo chair."

Jing Jiu lay down on the bamboo chair.

Gu Qing stood next to him and continued: "I have been to Nanshan many times, and I have been here before, and I was talking about Yizhou."

Jing Jiu closed his eyes and said nothing. It seems that today's spring is really good.

Zuo Rusui glanced at the sky and let out a sigh of envy in his heart.

Gu Qing finally said: "Xuanlingzong and Daze, Shuiyue'an sent a letter to ask several times, I want to know the definite date of the ceremony."

If it's just these, he won't have too much pressure. The key is that Shang Defeng is also urging questions.

Jing Jiu said, "You figure it out."

Gu Qing thought a little helplessly, and it wasn't me who was in charge, so she had to keep dragging her.

The concept of time in the spiritual world is different from that of the human world. For example, in the Zhongzhou School of Inquiry, no one can be sure whether it is really 30,000 years or not. It is common to advance or postpone a few years.

It's just that this matter can't be dragged on endlessly after all.

Jing Jiu suddenly opened his eyes and said, "I have hot pot today."

I don’t know if it’s because the sun is very good today, or thinking about doing something that the master hasn’t done anything ritualized, or wanting to look back at the story 600 years ago and 300 years ago.

When Taiping Zhenren and Liu Ci became heads, they both had a hot pot.

Gu Qing was a little surprised, thinking, Master, what's wrong with you?

Zuo Rusui said repeatedly: "Good! Good! Good!"

Gu Qing glanced at him, admiring him even more, thinking that the only person who can eat two meals at Shenmofeng is really only you.

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The most important thing about eating hot pot is the excitement. Of course, there must not be too few people. So Zhao Layue, Yuanqu and Ping Yongjia who were in retreat were shouted out.

Zhuo Rusui, who had been in retreat at Tianguangfeng for decades, really couldn't understand everything he saw.

He didn't know that Shenmofeng's retreat was originally so casual.

If you ask Gu’s family to deliver the hot pot, you will naturally get the best pot bottom and ingredients. Whether it’s Hongmaozhai’s shabu-shabu or Yizhou’s most famous Jiuxiangju, it’s not a problem, it’s just that it’s too much trouble. It takes too long.

Shiyuefeng can do it too. After all, it is the leader’s request. The problem is that they can only make medicated food pots, and Jing Jiu doesn’t like the monkeys in that peak, so in the end he decided to let them only provide the ingredients, and other things. Do it yourself.

The chef is Ping Yongjia, because he is the youngest and has the shortest time from the world. He hasn't forgotten how to chop vegetables and add seasonings.

When he was cutting vegetables, Yuan Qu was very kind to help, while Zhuo Rusui was watching the fun, because he had never seen anyone cutting vegetables.

Jing Jiu took a look, then ignored it. In that small mountain village, he learned how to chop vegetables in only three days. It’s not a problem to kill fish and chop chicken. The cut cucumbers can be as long as two feet... Ten-year-olds are far worse, and I don't know how to think about learning swords.

Throw some slices of **** and green onions in a pot of clear water, and the soup is ready.

The monks seldom eat, but occasionally gluttonous, so Shiyuefeng prepares beef and mutton, which is naturally the best in the world.

Zuo Rusui threw in a lot of lamb slices at the fastest speed. They picked them up just after they changed color. They swept through the sesame sauce like willow twigs, and then sent them all into the lips.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"The smell is a little bit weaker."

Zuo Ru said without changing his face, and the chopsticks in his hand have reached out to the freshly cut beef ribs.

Gu Qing hurriedly filled a bowl of soup, and before there was too much oil, he brought it to Jing Jiu.

Zhao Layue threw a few slices of greens into the soup.

Jing Jiu drank a few sips of soup, ate a slice of green vegetables, and lay back on the bamboo chair.

In an instant, all kinds of meat appeared in the pot again, filled with it, like a mountain.

There are still several pairs of chopsticks stuck in Roshan.

Everyone looked at the pot, waiting for the meat to be cooked, without speaking.

The quietness of eating does not mean that the atmosphere is embarrassing, but that everyone is eating seriously.

Speaking of which, this should be the first time Shenmofeng ate. It should be called the bottom of a burning pot in the world, or Wenju?

Zuo Rusui was eating, and suddenly realized that he was not the one who ate the most.

Zhao Layue looked at eating calmly, but in fact the chopsticks never stopped, and several disciples did not dare to grab meat with her teacher...

"I really underestimated you."

Of course, Zhuo Rusui didn't think about eating meat, but about Jian Ruyun and MCA.

He doesn't like Jian Ruyun and Ma Hua, and he doesn't have any sense of belonging to Liang Wangfeng, but he didn't expect that Zhao Layue, a sword idiot who seems to be devoted to cultivating, has such a strong side. He wants to ask Zhao Layue a few words. , She opened her mouth but changed the subject: "Little sister, how do you practice the invisible sword body the day after tomorrow?"

The people around the hot pot looked at him, and even one and a half of Jing Jiu's ears moved.

Zhao Layue said blankly: "I practiced in Jianfeng."

"I have been sitting in Jianfeng since last spring, but it is of no use. I don't feel the sword intent there likes me very much."

Zuo Rusui self-reflected: "Is it because my sword intent is too strong?"

Yuan Qu and Ping Yongjia looked at each other, wondering if it’s because you are too cheap?

Practice is the business.

Zhao Layue put down his chopsticks and began to communicate with him.

Zuo Rusui listened carefully, but the chopsticks in his hand didn't mean to let go.

Ping Yongjia didn't understand what they were talking about, only knew that it was related to Jianfeng. This reminded him of one thing. He ran to the bamboo chair and squatted down and said to Jing Jiu: "Master, I have learned Qingrongfeng's sword book. When should I go to Jianfeng to get the sword?"

If Jing Jiu no longer accepts disciples, he will be the closed disciple of this generation of Qingshan's head, just like Zhuo Rusui's position at the time.

The problem is that Zhuo Rusui got a good sword as soon as he entered Tianguangfeng, and then began to retreat, and he was already famous when he was his age.

But he...has no sword yet.

When cutting beef and mutton and cabbage, he used Gu Jian's ordinary sword that has not been replaced.

When Yuanqu heard this, he ran over with the bowl in his hand, squatted on the other side of the bamboo chair, looked at Jing Jiu and said, "Uncle Shi, I can't use this sword..."

Gu Qing also remembered one thing, and said: "Master, the Meihui is about to begin. Do you want to have a sword test conference, or do you designate a disciple to go?"

Jing Jiu stood up, Zhao Layue knew that he was a little annoying, but before he had time to say anything, the peak of the peak was illuminated by the silent sword light.

Looking at the distant Universe Feng, Gu Qing was silent for a while, then looked back at Yuanqu and Ping Yongjia.

Yuan Qu and Ping Yongjia knew that they had done something wrong, so how could they dare to argue, bowed their heads.

Gu Qing pointed to the sky and said: "I don't have a sword either. What did I say? Master has his own arrangements. What are you eager for?"

Zuo Rusui was listening, and he said, "It looks like you are really ready to take over?"

Gu Qing glanced at him and said, "Do you have an opinion?"

At other times, he can be calm and humble, but since this is the master's arrangement, he will not retreat for half a step.

Zuo Rusui said with drooping eyelids: "You will ask me again when that time comes."

After saying this, he didn't say anything, and continued to cook the meat.

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The front of the universe broke through the clouds, came to the extremely high sky, and then flew towards the place with the thickest cloud and fog.

The faintly visible peak in the clouds is Yunxing Peak, which is what Qingshan disciples often call Jianfeng.

Several iron eagles were startled by the sudden arrival of flying swords, and Jianfeng became quieter.

Jing Jiu retracted the cosmic front and walked across the steep and desolate cliff.

As he walked, the cliffs vibrated slightly, sand and rocks poured out, and all kinds of flying swords and sword embryos emerged from the rocks.

Jing Jiu raised the **** of his right hand together and pinched the Seven Plum Sword Art.

Feeling the clear sword intent, some flying swords slowly returned to the mountain, and some swords flew out and hovered quietly around him.

He glanced around and pointed at a flying sword in the sky.

The flying sword vibrated slightly, seeming to be very happy, and flew in front of him at the fastest speed, while the other flying swords quietly returned to their respective places.

Jing Jiu took the flying sword and observed it for a moment.

This flying sword is not particularly straight. There are three inconspicuous turns in the middle. The body of the sword is a little dim, it should be mixed with meteorite, and some ice flake-like crystals naturally grow on the surface, which looks a bit like petals.

Jing Jiu was very satisfied, and brought this flying sword to a higher place, and inserted it into a piece of moire rock.

This flying sword is very suitable for the Seven Plum Swordsmanship, but it hasn't fully formed yet and needs to be cultivated for a while on the sword's front.

He never thought about changing the sword in Yuanqu, and felt that it should be Shang Defeng's responsibility. He only changed his mind after seeing the pitiful appearance of Yuanqu before.

Yuanqu now has a new sword, what about Ping Yongjia's sword? After countless years of swordsmanship, there are fewer and fewer good swords in the edge of the sword, especially the green hills are getting stronger and stronger, and the returning sword is getting slower and slower. It is difficult to find a high-grade flying sword here. It is difficult to find a suitable one. High-rank flying swords with unprovoked swordsmanship are even more difficult.

Qingrong Peak should have left some good flying swords, but that needs to meet Nan Wang, Jing Jiu would not even think so.

It seems that Ping Yongjia has to be empty-handed for a few more years.

Jing Jiu walked to the cliff, sat in the cave, looked at the desolate scenery in the peak, calm and speechless.

He has just left the customs and does not need to close his eyes to practice.

This cliff is close to the peak, and countless swords are fierce and terrifying. Other practitioners will feel very uncomfortable sitting here, for a little longer, and even suffer internal injuries.

He felt very comfortable, because it was very quiet, the monkeys didn't bark, and no one was looking for it.

In the eyes of Yuan Qijing and some people, he has undergone a lot of changes compared with his previous life, and Shenmo Peak has also become a lot more lively.

In fact, he is still more accustomed to being alone.

A person doesn’t need to wash his face with sword fire, he doesn’t need to come to this mountain to pick up the tatters, and he doesn’t have to think about anything.

Those flying swords and sword embryos headed towards the depths of the mountain, and the small holes, round or flat, overflowed with smoke and dust, and gradually merged with the clouds and mist covering the peak of the sword.

The smoke has disappeared.

Looking at this scene, Jing Jiu remembered the formation called Yan Vanishan.

The dispersing array of smoke and clouds can help practitioners cut off all the causes and effects of dust, so that they can lighten their way, break thunder and tribulation, and open the way to heaven.

He broke the thunder tribulation and opened the sky, but failed to cut off the cause and effect of the dust, so he will sit here now, watching the clouds of smoke in front of him, silent.

He confirmed that there was no problem with his formation, so there was only one explanation. When the brother taught him the formation, the teaching was wrong.

Of course, there is a relatively better explanation, that is, the formation method that the brother learned was originally wrong.

He once suspected that the brother had bad intentions when he taught his formation, but that was seven hundred years ago...

At that time, the Emperor Hades had not been imprisoned in the town demon prison, and the brother was not the later Taiping real person.

What are you doing right now? On which mountain are you looking at different scenery, with the same emotion, and then waiting for the arrival of death?

Without the Chuzijian, he couldn't turn the sword, and everything disappeared.

But how can someone like him die silently?

As long as there is no news for a day~IndoMTL.com~, it means that he is still alive, still hiding somewhere, looking at the world and green mountains he loves.

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When he was ascending, he couldn't cut off the dust, and he would be attacked by the sword. The question is why would the sword do this?

Then he thought of asking about the immortal urn he got at the conference, and the immortal consciousness inside with the blade attached to it, indicating that she had the idea of ​​coming back.

After finally getting out, why do you want to come back? Is it because of the fear of the unknown and the infinite?

This is also a question that he never wanted to understand, even Zhao Layue found it incomprehensible.

There were six immortal urns left when the blade soared. Now there are one master and two mates left. What will the Zhongzhou faction use these three immortal urns for?

Currently, the Qingshan Sect only has Yuan Qijing and Tongtian. The Zhongzhou Sect will definitely do something, but what do they dare to do?

Of course, Jing Jiu will not let the Zhongzhou faction go, but he would never consider these things before, but now he is not.

He is the head of Qingshan, so he must consider these issues. Otherwise, why would Tong Yan set the chess game?

Of course, the most important question now is to figure out what is wrong with the disappearance of the smoke.

His realm was very low before, thinking about these things was meaningless, and now that he has broken the sea, he has to think about the matter of ascending again.

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The dark lights can't penetrate the walls of the house, nor can the stars shine on Jianfeng, which is covered by clouds and fog. Only sunlight can do it.

One night passed, and the morning light fell, awakening Tie Ying and Jing Jiu in the cave.

He opened his eyes and went to Shiyue Peak with Chaoyang.

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