The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 110: Not in the world, just under the pavilion

(I confuse the color of the chess pieces of Jing Jiu and Tong Yan, the manuscript has been changed, and the chapter does not want to wash away the words of this chapter, so I put it there first and bow to everyone.)

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Gong Mo understood what Jing Jiu meant and said, "The Tao is different."

The great road is ahead, but in the end he couldn't take that step. It was because he had the world in his heart, and this was a sacrifice he was willing to make.

There is no comment on Jing Jiu, but he is a little regretful.

But for Gong Mo, Jing Jiu could see that he was only one step away from the Way of Heaven, but it explained a problem, which was exactly the problem he had been worried about all the time.

This famous idiot emperor is definitely not an idiot.

"When Shaoyue told me about your majesty, I felt that he was a little vague. Now thinking about it, he knew that his majesty was a real genius."

Duke Mo looked at Jing Jiu and sighed, "But for the sake of the people of the world, I still have to ask your Majesty to die today."

The world is important, the country is light, and the king is lighter, so you can die.

This sentence seems indifferent, but in fact it is like a thunder, which is qualified to be written in history books.

Jing Jiu didn't respond, as if he didn't hear it.

The same is true for Liu Shisui.

Tong Yan suddenly felt something was wrong.

Everything is in his plan.

Even if the scholar Zhang doesn't have the desire to be emperor, he still needs a certain amount of time and energy to calm the enthusiasm within the bureaucracy. What's more, Cangzhou has also prepared a lot of things for the imperial court. When Mo Gong entered the palace, Jing Jiu had no chance of surviving. Why was he still so peaceful now?

Tong Yan's eyes fell on the chessboard, and suddenly she saw a lot of meanings of birth and death, and her right hand subconsciously squeezed the wheelchair armrest.

He suddenly raised his head, stared at Jing Jiu and said, "This is impossible!"

Jing Jiu said: "Nothing is impossible."

Tong Yan was silent for a while, and said: "Since you wanted to kill me from the beginning, it should be time for Zhuo Rusui to come."

Jing Jiu said, "Yes, I don't know where he is."

Tong Yan said: "Zhuo Rusui is willing to listen to your arrangements, indicating that he has not forgotten those past events, nor did he, Qingshanzong is really amazing."

He vaguely guessed the identity of the guard, but there was no evidence.

"The forgetting is not because of the red dust, but the power of time."

Jing Jiu said: "If you cannot transcend time, you will always be a slave of time. Qingshan disciples cannot be slaves."

Hearing these words, Duke Mo thoughtfully said: "The so-called wish is also a shackle, and should be taken off like clothes."

Jing Jiu said: "It is also the same."

Duke Mo looked at Xueting and realized that he couldn't see the depth of the young emperor. He suddenly said, "If this is the case, why insist? Or there can be a better ending today."

The voice fell, and the cold wind was blowing in the snow. He disappeared from where he was, and the next moment he came to the pavilion, with his hands on Tongyan's wheelchair.

Looking at this scene, Liu Shisui looked awkward and slowly lowered the umbrella in his hand.

The opponent's realm is too high. If he shot his Majesty at that moment, he couldn't stop it at all.

Gong Mo pushed Tong Yan's wheelchair to the palace gate.

The creaking sound of the wheels crushing the snow is not unpleasant.

"You can give up killing me, but I won't."

Jing Jiu's calm voice sounded under the pavilion.

Mogong stopped.

Tong Yan raised her eyebrows and said: "The bachelor won't let you kill me. He is a person who wants to stay in the history. He will record how today is in the history books."

Jing Jiu said, "I don't care."

Whether it is the records in the history books, the thoughts of the bachelor, or other things, he doesn't care.

Suddenly there were several muffled noises outside the palace gate, as well as the sound of fighting.

The eunuchs in Cangzhou who had been in the palace for more than ten years fell into the red-stained snow.

With the sound of intensive footsteps, I don't know how many guards and imperial soldiers surrounded the main hall, and then there was a knock on the door.

"Your Majesty, the outside of the palace is calm, please calm down, Rongchen persuades Duke Mo to leave!"

The old and anxious voice of Master Zhang came from outside the palace gate.

Duke Mo looked back at Jing Jiu in the snow pavilion.

Jing Jiu didn't speak.

Master Zhang once again shouted outside the palace gate: "Please think twice! Please think twice!"

Tong Yan looked at the palace gate not far away and said: "He won't let you kill me, and you can't kill me. If I die, King Jing will lead his army to the Kingdom of Qin, and I am here to prepare The resources and strength of the past twenty years will all be handed over to Bai Qianjun. At that time, no one in the world can stop him. You have to admit defeat."

Jing Jiu said: "I said, I don't care."

Tong Yan said: "What's the point of killing me even if you win the game? In the end, I won't win this big game of chess in the world?"

Jing Jiu said: "You underestimated your own importance. The final victory of this question is between you and me, under the pavilion, not in the world."

Tong Yan was silent for a long time and said: "I feel a little proud of being judged this way by you, but I don't understand why you value me so much."

"You understand, even if you didn't understand it before, you should understand at this time. Otherwise, why would you give up such a good opportunity and imply that Duke Mo will take you away?"

Jing Jiu said, "...and this is why I must kill you."

Tong Yan was silent.

Yes, it was his idea to make Lord Mo give up killing the king, because he guessed something shocking, and he must tell the junior sister about it.

Otherwise, this question may have an unimaginable ending.

Unfortunately, he gave up the opportunity to kill Jing Jiu decisively, but Jing Jiu didn't want him to leave.

Tong Yan looked at the palace gate not far away, raised her eyebrows slightly and asked: "Are you sure you can kill me?"

Jing Jiu is in the snow pavilion, Liu Shisui is by the pavilion, Zhuo Rusui does not know where.

Mogong pushed the wheelchair. He was sitting in the wheelchair, only a few steps away from the palace gate, and he could leave at any time.

Duke Mo is the strongest person in this world. No matter how talented the Qingshan disciples are, it takes only 20 years to practice since they were born. How can they be his opponent?

Tong Yan said silently in her heart: Even if you can fight yourself, you will undoubtedly die.

Yes, this is the final outcome.

The snow has already stopped, the cold wind whistling, blowing away the lead-like clouds, and the clear and cold sun shining down the imperial city.

The sound of fighting and riots faintly heard outside the imperial city.

The anxious voice of the academician is at the gate of the palace, but it seems to be in a very remote place.

The surrounding area of ​​the snow pavilion is quiet.

The real world is also deadly silent.

The practitioners outside the Echo Valley looked at the scene in the sky with extremely nervous expressions, waiting for the first confrontation between the Qingshan School and the Zhongzhou School in the questioning meeting.

Tong Yan said: "Let's go."

His voice is calm and his tone is calm, like a guest saying goodbye to the host.

Jing Jiu said: "Kill."

The shadow at the palace gate changed slightly, and a person jumped out of it, with a fierce and powerful murderous intent, and slashed towards the child's face in the wheelchair.

Can Xue is the white cloth on his face, and the shadow is his body.

Zuo Rusui had been waiting here all the time.

From the beginning, Jing Jiu never thought of letting Tong Yan leave alive.

Tong Yan looked indifferent, took out a firecracker from his sleeve with his right hand, pulled the trigger without hesitation, and at the same time crushed a talisman with his left hand.

He has been watching the palace gate for a long time, and he has also been preparing for it for a long time.

Gong Mo seemed to be very confident in the frail Prince Jing, he ignored Zhuo Rusui and disappeared directly from the back of the wheelchair.

When he appeared again, he had already arrived in the snow pavilion.

With a long chant, the famous sword came out of its sheath.

The cold sword turned into a light and pierced forward.

Jing Jiu didn't move.

Liu Shisui did not know when he came to him.

The cold sword broke into his chest, took a blood, and only half-intercepted it to stay outside.

Liu Shisui didn't give Duke Mo a chance to pull the sword, his hands fell like iron, and he firmly grasped the sword.

He didn't use Suo Qingqiu, but the sword technique of Chengtian.

Blood seeps from between his palm and the blade.

He knew that he was not Duke Mo's opponent, and he had never thought of fighting, but just wanted to leave the opponent's sword behind for a while.

The two sides chose the same tactics, which is to lock the strongest of the other with their weak.

It just depends on how long Tong Yan can sustain under Zhuo Rusui's crazy attack, and whether Liu Shisui can lock Mo Gong's sword.

Duke Mo felt a strange power in the hands of this young guard, as if it had become a real scabbard, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Since you can't draw a sword, then move forward.

Mo Gong gave a clear whistle, and stomped forward, Han Jian immersed in Liu Shisui's body, then broke his back and pointed directly at Jing Jiu under the pavilion.

Liu Shisui's blood flowed like a puff, and he kept going backwards.

There was a soft snap.

The cold sword pierced the pavilion pillar.

Jing Jiu is not there.

With the sound of clicking, the snow pavilion collapsed.

Gong Mo looked back in shock.

Outside the palace gate, the loud roar hasn't stopped, the pungent burnt smell is dissipating, and blood can be seen flying away like a waterfall in the fuzzy smoke.

The combination of that firecracker and the talisman can produce extremely powerful power.

Tong Yan was born weak in this life, unable to go further on the spiritual path, so she made a lot of preparations in this regard, and she broke Zhuo Rusui's arm in one fell swoop. This still couldn't stop Zhuo Rusui from killing him, but at least it took some time. As long as Duke Mo could kill Jing Jiu and Liu Shisui, he could turn his head and relieve him.

Unfortunately, there is no chance.

A delicate palm print appeared on the back of the wheelchair.

The palm print penetrates the stainless steel material and is directly printed on Tong Yan's back.

The blood scattered like a waterfall comes not only from Zhuo Rusui's broken arm, but also from Tong Yan's lips.

This was naturally Jing Jiu's move. The question is how did he get there from Xueting?

What is even more puzzling is ~IndoMTL.com~ Where did he go this time?

Gong Mo suddenly felt a little cold, and then felt very cold, as if countless cold winds were lingering in his body and mind.

He looked at his body and found hundreds of tiny holes in it, which were bleeding.

Those blood holes are so small that neither snow particles can enter, but the cold wind can enter.

The flesh and blood gradually refilled those small holes, but the damage could not be recovered anymore, the true energy was scattered like silk to the heaven and the earth, and so was the vitality.

Duke Mo looked at the blood holes that were gradually disappearing, and there was a lot of confusion in his heart. The emperor's realm is indeed extraordinary, but not higher than himself...

The cold wind resumed, and Jing Jiu reappeared in the snow, his face a little pale.

Duke Mo stared at him blankly and asked: "How can you be so fast?"

(End of this chapter)