The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 37: The essence of the story is fabricating and repetition

The surface of Qingtianjian has patterns, but it is very thin.

There are also lines on the fingertips, but they are thinner.

So when the fingers slowly rubbed the Qingtianjian, there was no sound.

The study is as quiet as most of the past few decades.

Time flows away slowly. Jing Jiu looks at the tea in the cup, but never speaks. He doesn't know what amazing secret he is calculating.

Liu Shisui became more and more nervous, feeling a little thirsty, subconsciously picked up the tea cup and drank the herbal tea in the cup, only then realized that he had done something wrong.

He held the teacup tightly, turned around quietly, and walked to the stove to make tea.

During this process, Jing Jiu's vision did not change, indicating that he was not looking at the tea in the cup.

The water in the teapot gradually boiled, making a confused sound.

Liu Shisui put the tea cup in front of his eyes, daring not to interrupt any more, and stepped aside.

The buds of Xincha slowly unfolded in the cup, but Jing Jiu's expression showed no signs of stretching.

The records in the daily record, those seemingly unrelated events, and those seemingly ordinary words seem to have some kind of secret connection.

The connection is like tiny bubbles in tea, appearing at any time, and then suddenly disappearing for some reason, it is difficult to capture.

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Demon blood is like ink.

Mo Jiao.

The bones.

The bones can be used to soak wine.

A sword light appeared deep in the fundus of Jing Jiu's eyes, bright and sharp.

After being seriously injured by the Sword God of West Sea that year, he spent three years traveling in Chaotian Continent with the winter, spent more than ten springs, summers, autumns and winters, saw a lot of scenery, and naturally said a lot.

He doesn't like to listen to her reasoning, she knows this better than anyone else, so those words do not have her majestic plan, without her worry and design for the future of the spiritual world and the entire human race, most of them are It's the little things in life.

The little things in life are the parents' shortcomings. The only family in this world who spends winter is her nephew Hezhan.

Jing Jiu easily guessed who He Zhan's biological mother was.

There are three of the highest generations in Shuiyue An.

Overwinter, Anzhu, and Taishang elders sounded very qualified, but in fact they were the youngest ones.

The small blue sedan chair can fly by itself to take Jing Jiu from Guocheng Temple to Shuiyue Temple.

Many people have heard the grand elder in the sedan chair speak, but no one has opened the blue curtain and seen her speak with their own eyes.

The magic weapon of sound transmission can do this, and it is even possible. In many cases, the lord of Shuiyuean sits in the sedan chair himself.

In the spiritual world, He Zhan is most famous for luck. A casual cultivator with no background can meet treasures one after another. This is even more exaggerated than Wang Xiaoming’s arranged life. It seems that it may not be all wintering today. reason.

At that time, the winter should still be in the cocoon of the silk, how could it be possible to arrange every step so well.

It's just that these inferences don't have any evidence, and they don't seem to have any meaning. Even if they are true, they cannot form a complete story.

Jing Jiu didn't care, let his thinking continue to diverge.

Time continued to flow away. The hot tea in the cup was cold again, and Liu Shisui took it away and exchanged it for a new one.

The hot mist in the teacup floated up, and dissipated when it fell on the surface of Qingtianjian, making the boundary between reality and illusion even more blurred.

Jing Jiu's line of sight fell on leaving the teacup, and the mist fell on the surface of Qingtianjian.

In that world, he saw a small river, an awning boat, a stone bridge, a nun's house, and a baby.

In the distant mountains, a scholar is leaving, stopping to look back from time to time.

Jing Jiu probably understands, knowing that the content of the story is probably like this, but there is still no evidence.

If he wants to investigate, he should be able to find out the truth, but of course he will not do it.

He just needs the story, no evidence, because he is not going to convince the characters in the story, he only needs to convince himself.

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Jing Jiu felt a little tired, so he took a sip of tea and found that it was cold.

No matter how diligent Liu Shisui is, it is impossible to guarantee that the tea in the cup will always be hot. This has nothing to do with his intentions.

He raised his head and looked out the window, and found that it was dark, only to realize that he had calculated it for so long.

"Master?" Liu Shisui shouted nervously.

Jing Jiu said: "Okay, you can go back."

Liu Shisui wondered if you weren’t going to share that secret with me?

Jing Jiu has no habit of sharing secrets with him, and it is not Zhao Layue. He asked, "Are you going to represent Yimaozhai in the plum meeting?"

Liu Shisui was a little embarrassed and said, "I haven't participated before, and I am a little curious."

Jing Jiu said: "Tao war?"

Liu Shisui was even more embarrassed, and said: "If I know anything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, I can only fight."

Even if it represents Yimaozhai, Liu Shisui is a Qingshan disciple after all. He doesn't understand piano, chess, calligraphy, and is good at Dao warfare.

Jing Jiu understood this truth well, and said, "Xi Yiyun is not bad, you can learn more from him."

Liu Shisui didn't expect the son to have such a high evaluation of Xi Yiyun, and he was a little surprised.

Jing Jiu explained: "The scholars in Yimaozhai are different from those poor scholars in the world, they are true scholars."

Just like the monks in Guocheng Temple are different from the fake monks who cheat money in the world, otherwise he would not feel at ease to let Liu Shisui go to these two places to study.

Liu Shisui asked: "What else do you have to confess?"

Jing Jiu looked at the night outside the window, knowing that Gu Qing and Zhuo Rusui and Jing Shang were discussing the matter at the Lu Guo Gongfu, after a moment of thought, he said, "Help me pass a letter to Bu Qiuxiao, I want Meet him."

Liu Shisui was a little surprised, and asked, "When?"

Jing Jiu thought about the date of the proposal, and said, "I must come over within eight days."

If you let others hear his request, you will be surprised and speechless. Even if you are the reincarnation disciple of Jingyang Zhenren and the elder of Shenmofeng, what qualifications do you have for the Lord Yimaozhai to come to see you? you?

Liu Shisui naturally didn't think so, so he responded directly.

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Eight days passed quickly.

There are no lights and festoons in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the courtyard is also clean and clean. There is no dust on the trees or on the road, as if to prepare for the purpose.

Today is the day when the government of Zhan Guofu came to propose marriage. The process before the proposal of marriage has been completed long ago. Seventh Miss Cen Shi has also taken it back from Jingjue Temple yesterday. Everything is ready, and the whole family is full of joy.

Being able to marry the naughty and stubborn Seventh Miss who refuses to marry is certainly a joyous event worth celebrating. More importantly, Cen Xiangye made a decision so that the people in the house no longer have to bear the pressure from everywhere. .

Mrs. Lu Guogong Shizi returned to the mansion very early. Seeing the joy on the faces of his sister-in-law and brother-in-law, she felt a little uncomfortable.

Lu Guogong belonged to the prince Jingyao's faction. The prime minister was born in Yimaozhai, but most of her relatives came from the Zhongzhou faction. She was really embarrassed among them.

And Xiao Qi doesn't want to marry the son of Zhan Guo, is it suitable for you to be so happy?

Thinking about these things, Madam Shizi walked to Cen Shi’s room and found that there were no tears on her face, and there was even joy in her eyes, which made her surprised.

Miss Seven is no longer making trouble. The wife, the maid and the maid who are serving are all relieved, but she feels something is wrong. Randomly said a few words with Cen Shi, she quietly went out of the back garden, found Lu Ming, and described the situation of Cen Shi in a low voice, worrying: "There will be no accident today, right?"

Lu Ming looked at her and smiled and said, "Don't worry, even if something happens, it's a happy event."

Mrs. did not feel relieved after hearing this, but felt even more weird~IndoMTL.com~ Lu Ming smiled awkwardly and said: "It's going to start, I'll go ahead and take a look."

After saying this, he hurriedly got out and went to the front hall, thinking that it would be a shame to miss this big show.

Full of guests, Cen Xiangye and Zhan Guogong stood side by side on the stage, with satisfied smiles on their faces.

Lu Ming looked at the handsome son behind Zhan Guogong, thinking that his appearance was not worse than that of Brother Li. I was afraid that today's play would not be very easy to sing.

According to the etiquette, the two parties should ask the courtesy as usual. The guests smiled and looked at the room, waiting for the next moment when the ceremony was completed, and then hurriedly stepped forward to say hi.

At this moment, there was a loud noise outside the prime minister's house.

The guests were taken aback and looked out of the house, wondering where the delusion came from, who dared to make trouble in front of the prime minister's door.

The stewards and guards of the Xiangfu government retreated in panic, not daring to stop them.

A group of people broke into the Xiangfu.

The one walking in the forefront is the male deer.

Who dares to beat him?

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(I wanted to write a sentence: I object... Suddenly, Chen Changsheng had already called out when he thought of Choreographer. It's a pity, I just like these sections, and some readers may not have seen what I made up yesterday. I’m very embarrassed to say that sentence again here. My friend wrote a novel called "Surgery Live Room." It was a bit awkward when I wrote it yesterday. I actually wrote the name wrong, but I took the opportunity to advertise again. So far, this is a real friend... In addition, the chapter name of today’s chapter is very good, and besides, I know that today and tomorrow will be scolded by you guys, but there is no way. I can take my niece to ski, and I can’t write for two days. , The two chapters were written last night until two o’clock, and a lot of water words were deleted. I can only barely guarantee the update. I apologize to everyone, barking!)

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