The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 23: Little white flowers
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Jing Jiu thought about the previous thing. The fastest update┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛
Fang Jingtian is the former peak master of Qingshan, of course he should be concerned about him, but in front of so many people, he asked directly about his realm, what does this mean?
Many things in the world seem incomprehensible, but in fact they can be deduced and calculated, at least roughly, but it is very tiring.
Jing Jiu didn't think this was a major event, and he didn't want to spend his energy to make calculations. As he was about to stop thinking about it, he suddenly looked at Gu Qing's face and remembered what he had said with Zhao Layue.
He asked the boy surnamed Yuan to enter the house and wait, and then told Gu Qing about the matter from beginning to end.
For the first time, Gu Qing knew that Fang Jingtian had tried to kill Jing Jiu twice, pale in shock, and said, "Did you report to the head?"
Fang Jingtian is the former peak master and has a high status in the Qingshan Sect. Only the head and sword rules are qualified to impose punishment.
Jing Jiu said: "Without evidence, he wouldn't even kill Luo Huainan, let alone his junior."
Gu Qing thought, what do you want me to do when you tell me these things?
Jing Jiu said: "Order these things, and then figure out what he might do and how we should do it."
After saying this, he got up and walked into the room, where the boy surnamed Yuan was still waiting.
Gu Qing knew what he was going to say to the boy surnamed Yuan, but he didn't care. He just thought about the task his master had given him, and couldn't help feeling very upset.
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The boy surnamed Yuan left.
Jing Jiu walked to the window and looked outside the courtyard twice.
One glance was Baicheng, and he looked at that temple.
A glance at the south, he doesn't know where the brother is.
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Guye City.
The cold fog in the north has gradually cleared, and this already lively city has regained more vitality. The restaurants and restaurants have long been full, and the steam from the shabu-shabu is everywhere.
In a box of a restaurant, there is a hot pot on the table, and there is red and white soup in the pot, which is constantly tumbling, washing the ingredients away.
The short and thin old man rubbed his nose, feeling so greasy, and said: "Is this stuff you can't get bored?"
The young man said: "Different ingredients are different tastes. There are thousands of ingredients in the world, and there are thousands of flavors. How can you get bored?"
The short and thin old man took a chopstick of spinach from the white soup, and swallowed it with the sesame sauce and tofu in the plate, and found that the taste was not bad.
I don’t know if it’s being scalded by food or rubbing too hard just now, his nose has become redder, and he asks vaguely: "What are you going to do next?"
The young man said: "I plan to see that kid named Xiao Ming."
The short and thin old man looked cold and said: "Are you really going to let him take away my ancestral heritage?"
The young man said: "The current child of Xuanyin Sect is called Su Ziye? I like this name very much. I won't be partial. Whoever wins will be your heir. How appropriate?"
The short and thin old man sneered and said: "Do you think your conspiracy is so good that you named yourself Yin San?"
The young man didn't get angry, and said with a smile: "You are the third ancestor of the Xuanyin Sect. This name is actually quite appropriate. Do you want me to give it to you?"
The short and thin old man was very depressed, and said mockingly: "That little guy named Jing Jiu is still alive, are you disappointed?"
The young man ignored him, and carefully picked up a whole brain flower from the red soup and put it into his bowl full of scallion sesame oil and garlic.
The short and thin old man is so boring, he said: "Pig brain is not delicious without human brain."
The young man thought to himself that he was indeed a pig brain. Why didn't he realize that Jing Jiu was not him?
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The next day, the masters and apprentices of all sects who participated in the Taoist war had to return to the mountain.
In the early morning, Bai Zao came to the courtyard of the Green Mountain Sect.
Whether it is the deacon, the handyman who cleans the courtyard, or the Qingshan disciple who is practicing swords in the morning, they are all sensible and tacitly aware of not blocking the way.
The young man surnamed Yuan hesitated, whether he wanted to do something.
Gu Qing dragged him away, thinking about the affairs of the elders for us to worry about.
Of course, it doesn’t matter if you have to do some hands and feet in private, but don’t you see it when the morning light is so bright?
There was a vague voice coming from the courtyard wall.
The young man surnamed Yuan listened attentively, he was anxious only when he heard the name, and said: "She should call Uncle Jing, but she should call Senior Brother Jing. What is this intention?"
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"I should have been very happy."
Bai Zao said softly: "I survived, and it was like a sleep that repaired the broken golden core. It may even be a few years before I can grow Nascent Soul, but why am I not? Happy?"
Jing Jiu really didn't understand, and asked: "Why?"
"I didn't expect that once I entered concentration, when I woke up, the fog would go away."
Bai Zao said: "If I woke up a year early, no, even if it was only a few dozen days, that would be great."
Jing Jiu still didn't understand, and asked, "What do you mean?"
Bai Zao said softly: "Everything seems to have stayed six years ago. If I can wake up a day earlier, I can get to know you a little bit earlier, so great."
Without a word, show affection.
Jing Jiu understood, thinking that this is a bit tricky, and said: "The road is up to the sky, and it will be indefinitely. If there is a chance, I will always see you."
This is rejection, or avoidance, and it's not euphemistic for smart people like them.
Bai Zao stared at him blankly.
The cold fog has receded, and the wilderness outside Baicheng is not as cold as in previous years, but the wind is still a bit cold.
The hair around her ears is light and fluttering, like a little white flower trembling in the wind, looking extremely weak.
Just as Jing Jiu was about to say something more, she reached out her hand to close her hair behind her ear, and said softly, "Yes, we will meet again soon."
Jing Jiu wondered what does this mean?
"Brother Luo is dead, but I must tell my parents the truth about this matter."
Bai Zao turned the subject naturally.
Jing Jiu said, "Of course."
Bai early thought of something, smiled and said: "Liu Shisui's relationship with you seems to be really good, not like the rumor."
Jing Jiu thought that Tong Yan has a good relationship with you, but you don't know the whole truth of this matter, so it's inconvenient to tell you.
The courtyard door was knocked, and Gu Qing's voice rang out: "Master, Xihai Sword Sect Tonglu, please see me."
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Tonglu stared at Jing Jiu's eyes and said: "I want to fight you. When you return to Qingshan to rest, you can pass the sword to me."
Jing Jiu said: "Why?"
Tonglu said: "Because Liu Shisui killed Luo Huainan."
After saying this, he glanced at Bai Zao, his eyes full of disappointment, and said nothing, and left the courtyard.
Jing Jiu said: "He knows."
"Yes, otherwise he should thank us for letting the big brother live another three years."
Bai Zao Bingxue is smart and naturally knows what he said, "I just don't understand. Since he knows that the story told by the big brother is false, why is he so angry."
Jing Jiu said: "Because in the real story, Luo Huainan is sorry to us, but it has nothing to do with him. Luo Huainan always saves his life."
Bai Zao said: "Why did the big brother tell him the truth?"
Jing Jiu said: "Honest?"
"If it were before, I would think so, but now I don't know what kind of person the big brother is."
After saying this, Bai fell silent.
Morning wind once again disturbed the hair around her ears.
Jing Jiu said, "I don't know either."
He only met Luo Huainan.
Across a hundred feet of wind and snow.
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"Uncle Master is back!"
"Which Master Uncle?"
"Little Master!"
"Master Jing Jiu?"
"Yes!"
In the midday sun, Xijian Creek was bright white, not like a golden whip, but more like a jade belt.
There were countless exclamations in the building by the stream.
More than a dozen sword-washing disciples could no longer sit down, squeezed to the window, and looked at the sword boat slowly falling into the sky.
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(The little white flower is definitely not a white lotus~IndoMTL.com~I especially like the little white flowers in the guest house...)
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