The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 141: Late come to Tianyu wine

　　Zhao Layue raised her eyebrows, thinking that it was of course, but she still had a lot of puzzles, and asked: "But why does she want to borrow an immortal urn to come back?"

　　 This is also something Liu Ci didn't understand. The ascendant seeks to become a celestial being. He has already become a celestial being. Why do you want to return to the old place?

　　 Jing Jiu said, "It may be because of fear."

　　 Zhao Layue said: "She bears that real Jingyang is still alive. After discovering the truth, she retaliated against Yunmengshan's disciples and grandchildren, so she wanted to come back and stare at you as a clone?"

　　 Jing Jiu said: "That's not a real fear. She left the immortal urn like leaving behind, or returning home."

　　 Zhao Layue asked seriously: "What is she afraid of?"

　　 Jing Jiu said: "The sea and the sky seem to be vast, and after all, there are boundaries, but that world is a truly boundless space, where you can’t find a place to stay, there is no reference, no companion, no place, no place to go. , This is the beginning of true fear."

　　Zhao Layue was silent for a while, and said: "The Taoist heart is getting quiet, and the loneliness is growing?"

　　"Yes, there, the projection of self-existence in the spiritual world will be magnified countless times, and gradually swallow the body."

　　 Jing Jiu said: "She is afraid of infinity and herself in infinity."

　　 Zhao Layue probably understood what he meant, and then asked: "Why do you want to tell me this?"

　　 Regarding the ascension of the real Jingyang, and the secrets of the immortal and that world, I believe Jing Jiu has not told anyone, except her.

　　This kind of trust or expectation has brought great pressure to her.

　　"You will always go to that world in the future. Knowing some conditions in advance, there is no harm."

　　 Jing Jiu's tone seemed to be inevitable for her to ascend.

　　 Zhao Layue feels more stressed.

　　 For more than a thousand years, there have only been two ascenders, the White Blade and Jingyang, on the Chaotian Continent. She is a natural Taoist species, confident in cultivation, and she does not dare to be so optimistic.

　　 Jing Jiu put down the yin wooden comb and began to braid her, using only one right hand, and the movements were very relaxed.

　　 He only said these things to Zhao Layue. Naturally, there were other reasons. For example, she had nothing to do with the past. In other words, he could not fully trust Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing, but he trusted her very much. Because she was the descendant he saw in Xiaoxue in Chaoge City, and she did not forget him after she became a disciple of Qingshan.

　　As a natural Taoist cultivated by Qingshan, she can have an extremely bright future without doing anything, but she still takes the risk to investigate that matter, just to be fair to him.

At the 　　 Inheritance Sword Conference, she was the object of competition for all the teachers. It was Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing who both wanted to accept her as a direct disciple. She chose to go to the end of the gods and renew his inheritance, even if the whole body was bruised and bruised. .

　　 From that night on, Jing Jiu decided to pass on all of what she had learned to her, without reservation.

　　 When he wanted to come, with the talent of the twelfth lunar month, and then inherit his own Taoist swordsmanship, if he can't ascend, it is really unreasonable.

　　Since there is no reason, then I have to do anything else, and I will just cut it when the time comes.

　　 Zhao Layue threw the braid in front of him, looked back at his clenched left hand, and asked with some worry: "Then what should I do now?"

　　 It is impossible for the White Blade to count that after Jing Yang fell from the immortal world, he would still be alive, and the immortal urn he left behind would actually fall into his hands.

　　 All of this is just a coincidence, not a well-designed bureau, but it is still an extremely severe test for Jing Jiu, and it can even be said to be a matter of life and death.

　　 There is only one way before him, and that is to refine the immortal urn, otherwise the immortal consciousness in the immortal urn will slowly infiltrate his body and Dao heart, until it is secretly occupied.

　　The problem is how easy it is to refine the immortal urn.

　　 When he told Liu Ci that he was going to refine the immortal urn, he was calm and calm, but Liu Ci could see that he was not confident.

　　 In the illusion of the blue sky, when he stretched his hand to the bronze cauldron, he already felt that if the immortal energy hidden in the immortal urn was really released, it would have an extremely powerful power, even if it is a big thing in the world It is difficult to resist head-on.

　　It is very difficult to refine the fairy urn without touching the fairy gas inside. The most difficult thing is that the immortal consciousness level left by the blade is too high, far beyond all the cultivators in Chaotian Continent.

　　 "Maybe I really need to ask a friend to help this time."

　　 Jing Jiu looked over the cave.

　　The blue sky is very far-reaching, and there is not much autumn taste.

　　 Naturally, he was not talking about the queen in the depths of the snowfield, nor was he a friend of giants from another continent.

　　 Zhao Layue followed his line of sight and looked towards the sky, a little puzzled, more curious.

　　 A few years ago, Jing Jiu wanted to find a friend to help solve the sword ghost problem. At that time, she and Gu Qing and others were thinking that you also have friends?

　　 What happened later proved that Jing Jiu did have friends, and his friend was the last Emperor Hades.

　　 Zhao Layue wanted to know who he was going to look for this time, and what kind of earth-shattering man he was.

　　 Jing Jiu knew what she was thinking, looked at the sky and was silent for a while, and said: "He is dead."

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　　 Guocheng Temple is enveloped in twilight.

　　The pine forest is as red and warm as a fire, and Tallinn's slanting rays are boundless.

　　 There are hundreds of high or low stone towers in the Tallinn, and the ancient monks and virtues of the Guocheng Temple are buried, but there is no gloomy meaning, just tranquility.

　　 Yin San sat on the stone steps in front of the meditation hall, with the bone flute on his lips, his fingers pressed softly, and he was blowing silent tunes. There was no sign of sorrow, and it was still quiet.

　　 The ancestor Xuanyin walked out of the house, stood behind him, and listened in silence to him after playing this silent piece of music before speaking.

　　 "The man in the Zhendevil Prison is Jing Jiu, why didn't this news be passed on to the Zhongzhou faction?"

　　 Yin San put down the bone flute, wiped it clean with his sleeves, inserted it back around his waist, and replied: "If you can't even see this, how can Zhongzhou occupy Yunmeng's spiritual vein for 30,000 years?" /

　　 Ancestor Xuanyin rubbed his red nose and said, "But I can tell them the true identity of Jing Jiu."

　　The corners of the vagina’s three lips were slightly raised, with a slightly mocking smile, and he said: "Over the years, countless details about him have been talking about the same things. He is like standing on the top of the gods and shouting Jingyang, do you think this is trying to hide your true identity?"

　　 Xuanyin ancestor sighed: "If two real people can guess the ideas thoroughly, how could I fail so badly back then."

　　yinsan stood up and said indifferently: "He needs the eyes and guesses of others to determine who he is."

　　Xuanyin ancestor heard this and said, "Did he lose his memory?"

　　 Yin Sanwei mocked and said, "No, he is just avoiding."

　　 The ancestor Xuanyin looked at his profile, squinted slightly and said, "Then who is he?"

　　yinsan patted the dust and said: "I said before, no matter who he is, it is not Jingyang anyway."

　　 The ancestor Xuanyin was silent for a while, and said: "This thing is really interesting."

　　 "I think this thing is a bit sad."

　　 Yin San walked towards Tallinn, and soon disappeared into the twilight.

　　 Ancestor Xuanyin looked at twilight, with a strange look in his slightly squinted eyes.

　　 At this time, he is like an old dog, but an old lion who wants to return to the lion group, firm and patient.

　　The twilight drum sounded, and it was time for dinner in Guocheng Temple. The ancestor Xuanyin came to the kitchen room in the front yard with the food box and found the fat monk he knew well.

The two of 　　 hid in the corner of the porch, opened the food box, and a big braised pig's hoof jumped into their eyes.

　　 There are a few fresh sesame leaves on the left of the big pig's hoof, and a few marinated sesame leaves on the right, each with its own flavor.

　　 The fat monk looked at the trotters and couldn't help drooling, and said: "The meat is so fragrant. He is all well in the West Sea, and he is not tired of eating. He is trying to persuade that tempted person."

　　His voice is very low, coupled with the influence of saliva, his words are a little unclear, but it is obvious that this is not nonsense such as pork passing through the intestines.

　　The old ancestor held a pig's hoof and took a bite, and pulled off a small half catty of the meat, and said vaguely: "It only takes a sword to kill two real people, even the meat and the skin. Bone, earth-shaking, full of fragrant mouth, why not be tempted?"

　　 The fat monk said bitterly: "You forgot to put the salt...what about Qingshan?"

　　The old ancestor wiped his face, his face was greasy, and he said disdainfully: "He was pickled in advance, he is not without a master, he will shut up if he doesn't eat, it's useless."

　　 The fat monk thought angrily, just like you are, still so bad-tempered? That master was also a sword escaper. Although he was trapped by Qingshan in Wudao in the South China Sea, he was still happy and peaceful. How come you, a sword escaper, can only secretly eat meat in the temple and be a dog every day?

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　　 Pass through Tallinn and the pine forest, walk through the side hall and the side door, and come to the cliff, you can see the vegetable garden below~IndoMTL.com~the setting sun goes down, with a squeak, the door of the house is pushed open, Xiaohe Duan Walked out with the medicine pot.

　　 Yin San looked at this scene, listened to the coughing from the room, raised his eyebrows slightly.

　　 Liu Shisui came back from Yunmeng Mountain, but the little vixen's face didn't have any joy. It seemed that the situation was not so good.

　　 His problem of the conflict between different species of true qi has improved after practicing the Buddha Dharma of Guocheng Temple, and it has become more serious in the past two years.

　　 Chanzi once wrote a letter recommending him to study Taoism in Yimaozhai. If he can really master this Taoism, he should be able to completely solve the problems in the body. However, I don’t know why, Liu Shisui Did not go.

　　 Yin San knew about this and found it very interesting.

　　 The twilight is getting thicker and the sky is getting darker and darker, and he suddenly made a decision.

　　He walked to the vegetable garden, opened the door, looked at Liu Shisui and said calmly, "Is there any wine? I want to drink two glasses today."

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　　 (I was a little nervous before writing this chapter, just like the twelfth lunar month yesterday, but it means that when it is written and changed. It is like the tangerine Pippi in the Jiang Ye TV series, which means that, this It’s not an advertisement. I really think that actor is so cute. Besides, the song is really good. If you don’t believe me, listen to it!)

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