The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 40: Returning wastes

The night was deep, and suddenly there was the sound of ape monkeys from the cliff, and after a while, he returned to silence, seeming to be surprised by something.

Gu Qing and the young man surnamed Yuan walked out of the cave and looked at the figure on the mountain road. They were very surprised, especially Gu Qing.

The man was wearing a blue sword shirt, which looked like ink in the night, but it didn't make people feel dirty and was very clean.

What do you do when you come to Shenmo Peak in the middle of the night in Nanshan Mountain? Is it because he was injured during the day and refused to accept it and came to ask for trouble?

Gu Qing has been a sword boy in Nanshan for many years. Now when he sees the old master at Shenmofeng, it is inevitable that he looks a little unnatural, bows his hands and says nothing.

Sitting in the bamboo chair, Jing Jiu ignored him, let alone stood up.

From a seniority point of view, he is the uncle of Nanshan, so it is normal to do so.

However, I have been the leader of Nanshan Mountain. I have a special status. In the past, no matter which peak I went to, I would be given a seat by the peak owner. When did I receive such treatment?

However, he did not respond, and sat down on the cliffside boulder by himself.

The young man surnamed Yuan looked at Gu Qing nervously, and asked with his eyes whether he should make tea for the guests?

Gu Qing stood there and didn't move.

I saw Nanshan a moment ago, and he naturally prepared to walk to the cliff to make tea.

He used to do things like this when he was in Liangwangfeng.

He knows that Nanshan likes to drink cheap tea most, and he prefers to make a bowl of black tea in a Xihai iron kettle before going to bed.

But soon he woke up.

Now he is no longer the sword boy of Liangwangfeng, but a disciple of Shenmofeng. He only needs to listen to the command of the teacher.

If Jing Jiu asked him to make tea, he would make it, and if Jing Jiu didn't speak, he would not make it. It's that simple.

I went to Nanshan without taking care of Gu Qing. I reached out and picked up the teapot on the table, poured a glass of cold water and drank it, and said: "Lung meridian injury makes it easy to get thirsty."

His injury originated from Jing Jiu, but his voice was calm and had no other meaning, just explanation.

"This matter has nothing to do with you, I made a mistake myself."

Guo Nanshan looked at Jing Jiu and said, "I broke into the wilderness a few days ago and I was a bit too proud. I tried to surpass my ability to use the sword today to learn this lesson."

Jing Jiu glanced at him.

Guo Nanshan continued: "I told you three years ago that you might have misunderstood Liangwangfeng. Now it seems that the misunderstanding is very deep."

Jing Jiu said, "Do you want to resolve the misunderstanding?"

Guo Nanshan shook his head and said: "Seeing is not necessarily true, not to mention words, when you said that our way is different, then don't force it."

Jing Jiu said, "Then why did you come to Shenmo Peak?"

Guo Nanshan said: "I came here to tell you that if there is such a thing in the future, I hope you will not do it as extreme as you did today."

Jing Jiu didn't speak.

Guo Nanshan went on to say: "This is a request, not a show of weakness. Junior Brother Gu Han already knows your sword fighting style and cannot be defeated by you again."

He didn't mention himself in these words--since Jing Jiu couldn't even defeat Gu Han, let alone him.

Jing Jiu said to him: "If you just say these inexplicable things, don't come here in the future."

This is the meaning of seeing off guests.

Or chase off.

Gu Qing stepped forward and raised his right hand, beckoning to please.

After Nanshan took a deep look at him, he didn't say anything.

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The night visit to Shenmofeng was to meet the teacher, and the sword was broken, so I chose to walk across Nanshan.

Leaving the peak, came to the cliff, looked at the wooden house occupied by apes, he couldn't help shaking his head.

Looking back, under the sky full of stars, the lonely mountain is like a sword.

Qingshan Nine Peaks, this peak is the loneliest and the most natural.

He came here tonight, naturally, he has ideas.

Xianjian was broken, the injury was not light, and he visited overnight without accusations, only suggestions.

He felt that he had released enough kindness and showed enough demeanor.

Unexpectedly, Jing Jiu was so indifferent.

He then thought of Gu Qing, the sword boy who had served him for many years, couldn't help but raise his sword eyebrows slightly.

——Does this lonely mountain have any magic power? All people who come here will become like Uncle Master?

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"If you fight Gu Han again, do you have a chance?"

Zhao Layue walked out of the cave and asked Jing Jiu.

She heard those words from Nanshan.

Jing Jiu said: "I told you that my kendo talent is the best."

Zhao Layue said: "Even if he adapts to your sword fighting style?"

Jing Jiu said: "You have to remember one thing."

Zhao Layue listened carefully.

Gu Qing and the youth surnamed Yuan look attentively.

Jing Jiu said: "Everything is a sword, how can there be only one style?"

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From Tianguang Peak to Nansong Pavilion, six hundred miles.

From Nansong Pavilion to the small mountain village, three hundred miles.

If you control the sword, it only takes more than an hour. Even if the sword is ineffective, you need to stop and rest from time to time and meditate to recover. It only takes half a day at most.

If you walk, it takes ** days.

If it is a person who has just been abolished and destroyed the sword pill, it will take a full month.

Back to the small mountain village, looking at the bamboo forest and the pond that had not been seen for three years, Liu Shisui seemed to have regained a certain strength, and his weak footsteps became stable.

Walking to the small courtyard, looking at the half-closed wooden door, he hesitated for a long time before shouting: "Dad, I'm back."

At night.

Liu Shisui was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, and could not sleep.

Across the thin earthen wall, the voice in the next room was very clear, and the scolding with disappointment and anger had been replaced by long sighs.

If Mother Liu hadn't stopped him quickly, and seeing that his body was indeed weak, Father Liu would definitely break the stick in his hand.

The next room was quiet for a while, and Mother Liu's cry sounded again.

Liu Shisui looked at the roof and felt a little pain in his heart.

The sword pill was destroyed, and the meridians were broken. Even after a whole month, he still suffered a lot.

The only thing that comforted him was that, just like the last time he came back, his parents are in good health, their hair is black and not a single white, and there are no wrinkles on his face.

The next day, many villagers got the news and came to Liu's house.

The old village chief asked about the situation. He smoked a pipe and pot for a long while, and finally couldn't say any comforting words, just patted Liu Shisui on the shoulder.

On the third day, Liu Shisui felt that he was almost resting and walked out of the house.

Now it's spring plowing and the farming work is very heavy. He wants to help.

There is a distance from home to my own field.

He saw many villagers on the road, including familiar uncles and brothers, and some unknown children.

Those children should have been born in the past seven years in Qingshan.

Whether it's a villager you know or a child you don't know, when you see him, you will subconsciously turn your face away.

When he walks over ~IndoMTL.com~ people's eyes will fall on him again, to be precise, on the back.

The emotions in those sights are complex, with mockery, contempt, and fear.

Liu Shisui could feel this, and he did not look back.

When he came to his own field, he realized that the water had been filled, and the surface of the water was very quiet, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, and it was a bit pretty.

Father Liu was dividing the seedlings. Mother Liu had just poured two earthen pots of mountain spring water and was about to go home to cook. She watched him come and said nothing.

Receiving the seedlings from his father, Liu Shisui stepped into the paddy field.

His feet fell into the wet mud, and he couldn't stand firmly, and he was weak and weak, so he sat down.

Laughter sounded in the paddy field not far away, but disappeared quickly for some reason, and then sounded beatings and crying.

The blue sky and white clouds reflected on the water surface fell into pieces.

Liu Shisui sat in the paddy field for a while, only to remember that he was already a useless person.