The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 37: People like me

I have been to heaven.

Back to the world.

This person is either a predecessor sword fairy, or a banished fairy.

The seemingly absurd records in the Sword Fairy Record are naturally somewhat true.

For example, those sky fires, those outside the domain of the demon.

The immortal had seen those pictures with his own eyes, but no one believed his statement because he was the only one who had been there.

So when he returned to the world, he was still alone.

"He is... someone like you?"

Zhao Layue looked at Jing Jiu and asked with her eyes wide open.

"Yes, that person once ascended successfully, and then came back like me."

Jing Jiu said: "The difference is that I don't want to, but he does what he wants, just like a hand-to-hand man who is still outside now."

Zhao Layue thought about the middle-aged lunatic's words, suddenly felt a chill, and said: "The above... is dangerous?"

Jing Jiu said: "I am more used to call it outside."

Whether it's above or outside, it's on the other side of the avenue.

Whether it is called the immortal realm or other realms, it is the world after the ascension.

Zhao Layue and Ah Da became quiet.

This is the first time Jing Jiu has talked about the world, except for the sentence he once said to Zhao Layue.

"It is really dangerous there, because everything becomes fast."

Zhao Layue doesn't understand, what does it mean that everything becomes fast?

Ada vaguely thought of something, but still couldn't grasp that thought.

Jing Jiu said: "I have been out for a short time. I haven't been in contact with the so-called immortals. I just saw it from a distance."

Tens of thousands of flying swords burned among the stars.

This is the picture he once described to Zhao Layue.

Zhao Layue was extremely impressed with this, and of course he did not forget.

Of course, those flying swords will eventually disappear in the torrent of time, but at that time they themselves are a torrent.

If every sword light is a fairy who has ascended to success, how terrifying might that torrent possess?

Even Jing Jiu was trembling and in awe when looking at the sword lights at an extremely distant spatial distance.

If the torrent of immortal flying swords descends from the outside world, Chaotian Continent and those strongmen on other continents will not have any power to fight back, and will be destroyed in an instant, even if the Snow Queen can kill a few more How to make up for it?

Thinking about the scene, Jing Jiu understood the fear of the banished immortal towards the outside world, and probably understood why the white blade would come back, and some deeper things.

For the people in the underworld, the strong human cultivation is the extraterritorial celestial demon. To the people on the Chaotian Continent, why are the immortals from the outside world like that?

Zhao Layue looked pale and asked: "Aren't those immortals the predecessors who soared from us?"

"There are not so many ascenders in Chaotian Continent."

The meaning of Jing Jiu's words is very clear. The sword lights he has seen from a distance must not belong to this world, and they are most likely to be ascenders in other worlds.

"But we can't be sure that they are enemies."

"In an unknown world, anyone can be an enemy."

"It's just possible."

"Maybe once it happens, it is a certain fact."

"Then why... are you still going out? Is it worth the risk?"

"If the existence of life wants to say meaning, explore the unknown, find a place, and understand the purpose of your existence, this is the only meaning."

Jing Jiu said: "" is something that must be done, and there is no need to consider whether it is risky or not. "

Zhao Layue was silent for a while, and asked: "This is the last question. What do you want to ask Taiping Taiping? Do you have an answer?"

Jing Jiu said: "Yes."

He stretched out his hand to destroy the Sword Immortal Record. After thinking about it, he gave up his hand and put it back into the sea of ​​books in the sky.

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The peaks of the green mountains were in the clouds and mist, and they were also in front of them, but Jing Jiu let Zhao Layue fall outside Yunji Town.

It's still the old restaurant.

With the care of Gu's family, as long as this restaurant continues to make hot pot, there is no need to worry about small things like business.

Mandarin duck pot is actually hard to give people the feeling of being in pairs, more like two armies facing each other.

The red soup is boiling over there, and the white soup is quiet here, each with his own persistence.

Zhao Layue ate two plates of hairy belly pads first, and waited until the white soup began to bubble, then threw a green vegetable.

The disciple of Yin Bu who was possessed by Yin San was bound by her here, and then killed by Master Meng with a sword.

That Master Meng should have also died in the sword prison.

On the sea of ​​ice storm that night, Jing Jiu said that he was sad. He didn't come here to chase after him. Then what was the reason?

The white soup keeps bubbling, and the green vegetable floats and sinks in it, like Ping.

Jing Jiu quietly watched this scene without speaking.

Ada was lying on the windowsill, looking at the direction of the distant ice storm sea, and was silent.

The white soup gradually lowered, and the vegetables were already boiled so soft that Jing Jiu took it out and put it on the table.

It was at this moment that his heart moved slightly, knowing that the person might be feathered.

Everything on the Chaotian Continent is as usual, the wind is rising and raining, or the weather is just right, there is nothing unusual.

Jianfeng also stood quietly in the walking clouds.

The reason why he knew it was because a breath suddenly appeared in that vermilion bird jade egg.

This is not a sign of incubation, but because the strand of red bird spirit sensed something.

Jing Jiu walked to the window and looked over there with Ah Da. Zhao Layue was still eating hot pot behind them.

She didn't deliberately show that she was more of a foodie than Zhuo Rusui, but she was thinking that Taiping Zhenren might not eat hot pot again in the future.

The fog in Yunji Town is still heavy.

Jing Jiu looked at the foggy side, thinking that this trip at least confirmed that the person had not thought of killing himself.

At least until he took Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing to shoot, the man hadn't thought of killing him.

Is this confirmation important?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

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The blood-colored sword light illuminates the Shenmo Peak, and Gu Qing greets her with Yuanqu and Ping Yongjia.

Jing Jiu said: "Let the Gu family find a place to build a house in Yunji Town, with more rooms, nice scenery, and quietness,"

Hearing this sentence, everyone including Ah Da felt a little weird. Although the scenery in Yunji Town is good, how can it be up to the peaks of the green mountains?

And what are you doing to build a house over there? Do you want to be another hospital? It's a human world, and there are mortals everywhere, so don't you think it's noisy?

Naturally, Jing Jiu wouldn't explain the reason. After thinking about it, he said, "There is a house that is well shaded, but there are more night lights in it, so the lighting is better."

Gu Qing didn't understand even more, thinking about what exactly was going to be done, and asked: "When?"

Jing Jiu said: "In four years."

Gu Qing responded, and later he will spread a letter to let the Gu family make arrangements.

The matter is not over yet, Jing Jiu threw the Universe Feng in his hand and said, "Here is it for you."

This famous immortal flying sword that came with people has actually fallen into Gu Qing's hands several times, but every time it was borrowed by Jing Jiu for temporary use.

Jing Jiu's meaning is very obvious. From this moment on, he will no longer use the sword of the universe front.

Gu Qing was holding Universe Feng in both hands, and suddenly felt that this sword was heavier than before, and his mood became heavier for some reason.

Everyone felt the heaviness of the atmosphere, but they didn't know why. Even Zhao Layue and Ah Da didn't know what Jing Jiu was doing.

Everyone was a little nervous, Zhao Layue even began to wonder if he was about to leave Qingshan, her face turned pale.

"Tell Yuan Qijing that the grand ceremony will be held four years later."

Jing Jiu glanced at Shang Defeng, and said, "Next, I will retreat, and no one will come."

After saying this, he turned around and walked into the cave. The heavy stone walls fell one by one, splashing dust.

The top of the Shenmo Peak became a little cold. It was not the psychological feeling of the people, but the real situation, because the three-foot sword came with the wind and snow.

"Where is the head?"

Yuan Qijing's solemn voice came from the Sanchi Sword.

Zhao Layue, Gu Qing, and Ping Yongjia looked at Yuanqu at the same time.

Yuan Qu walked forward with a bitter expression, bowed to San Chi Sword, and recounted Jing Jiu's explanation.

The three-foot sword hovered in the wind and snow, and turned back to Shangde Peak after a while. Yuan Qijing did not make any comments.

"Master, I can't always do this kind of thing, right?" Yuan Qu said with an innocent look on Zhao Layue.

Zhao Layue said: "The real headmaster found you a sword. It is still being kept in Jianfeng. It should be available in a few years."

The Yuanqu is very pleasantly surprised, how can I take care of the previous things.

Ping Yongjia was startled, and then glanced at the Universe Feng in the hands of the senior, and said innocently, "What about me?"

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In the cave at the deepest point, starlight is shining from the top of the cave, just like in the past tens of thousands of years, even the angle of light has not changed.

Jing Jiu closed his eyes and sat on the futon, his white clothes illuminated by the stars, like an immortal who drank too much jade liquid and was taking a nap.

Listening to the footsteps, he opened his eyes and looked at Zhao Layue.

Zhao Layue walked to him and knelt down, looked at him and said, "Is it so hard to pursue the avenue?"

Jing Jiu said: "The same is true for love, and the same is true for farmland. Whatever you do is hard."

Zhao Layue was very sad, and said, "But why should someone like you suffer?"

Jing Jiu calmly said: "People like me who are worshipped by the world, but have never thought about giving back, why can't they suffer some suffering? What's more, where is suffering?"

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The wind and snow brought by the three-foot sword is fleeting.

Early spring is coming soon.

The green mountain array opened again, ushered in a spring rain, and the wild flowers on Qingrong Peak were in full bloom.

Many Qingshan disciples are talking about it, which shows that Master Nan Wang's sadness may be slightly reduced.

No one thought that Nan Wang rose up against the spring rain and left Qingshan directly through the passage opened by the large array.

A few days later, she returned from the east, and hundreds of sword strings converged into an invisible bridge~IndoMTL.com~ and sent her to the summit of Shenmo.

Gu Qing hurried forward.

Nan Wang raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Well... where is the head?"

Gu Qing said: "Master is in retreat, and so is my sister-in-law."

Nan Wang raised his eyebrows higher, and suddenly looked at the white cat lying in the wild flowers, waved Gu Qing to leave, stepped forward and picked up the white cat.

Ada was about to come to play with a butterfly. She was very annoyed when she was disturbed. She was about to stretch out her paw to poke twice. Suddenly she found that her breath was a bit unstable, and she couldn't help but be slightly startled, and asked with her spiritual sense:" What's wrong with you?"

Nan Wang said: "I went to Shuiyue'an."

Ada was very surprised, thinking that you actually hit the door, isn't that looking for a loss?

"How can someone like me lose."

Nan Wang said proudly, and suddenly his face turned pale, and a mouthful of blood came out.