The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 44: A letter from the beach
Jing Jiu looked at the sky outside the window and was silent for a long time.
Silence seems to have nothing, but it often represents a certain emotion.
This is rarely seen in him, because it is very different from being in a daze.
A cloud floated from the south.
This sentence brought him far more shock than the appearance of two great figures in the underworld.
He felt a faint remorse. Since he decided not to read this letter from the brother, why did he still see it in the end?
But this is indeed a letter he must read himself, because the content of the letter is too important.
The only thing in the world that can temporarily smooth the bottomless rift between him and his brother, and let the brother forget the bottomless hatred... is the cloud in the south.
Of course he knows what this sentence means, and he also knows why the brother should inform himself as soon as possible even if he does not hesitate to use the Underworld Master.
The cloud in the south is actually a cloud of fog covering the islands, and an old man is hidden in the fog.
The old man was called Nan Xi, the first sword escaper in Chaotian Continent, and the strongest enemy of the Qingshan Sect.
The reason their master, Guangyuan Zhenren, was because of this person's failure to ascend, and he sat on the ground to dissolve.
When he was soaring in his previous life, he had no regrets looking at the world, but if he said that he had to do something before leaving, killing Nan Qi would definitely rank in the top three.
Unfortunately, Nan Xi always hides in the fog, and he has no way to kill him.
Now that cloud actually left the South China Sea and floated towards Chaotian Continent.
This is the opportunity that their brothers and even Qingshan have waited for more than 800 years, how can they miss it?
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The islands are still shrouded in dense fog, and nothing seems to have changed.
No one knew that a cloud of fog had separated from here dozens of days ago, and it was floating on the sea thousands of miles away.
The white mist was about the size of a thatched hut, floating slowly on the blue sea, silently, giving birth to an extremely strange feeling.
The blazing sun can't shine through the fog, the light is reflected, making this white fog bright and a little dazzling, not like fog, but more like clouds.
Fortunately, the boatmen who walk in the ocean are used to seeing all kinds of strange lights.
The spring is getting deeper, the clouds are becoming more and more common, the summer storms are slowly brewing, the time for the sun to appear is getting shorter and shorter, and the white cloud is becoming less and less noticeable.
One day, a large ship from Penglai Island passed through the real thick fog, and suddenly saw the cloud ahead, which caused several whispers.
The cloud is very gentle, and it will not cause any harm whether in the sky or the sea.
Naturally, the big ship did not slow down, nor did it change direction, and drove towards the white cloud.
People came to the deck one after another, wanting to see the picture of the cloud being smashed by the bow of the ship.
Quietly.
The big ship smashed the cloud and moved on.
Quietly.
Everyone on the ship died.
They closed their eyes, some of them were holding ropes, and some of them were holding tea.
The white cloud continued to drift towards the north. I don't know how long it drifted, and finally came to the land.
It was an early morning, and the sky was just getting bright, and the small fishing village by the sea was shrouded in a sudden heavy fog.
The morning sun jumped out of the sea, illuminating the sky, but could not disperse the fog in the village, and could only helplessly wait for the fog to move slowly toward the north.
Finally, some cottages left the scope of the clouds and mist, revealing their original appearance, but it was silent, and no one woke up.
Somewhere on the beach there was a coughing sound.
A young girl is struggling to get up, her legs outside her short skirt are covered with sand, and the silver bells on her clothes make noises from time to time.
She was named Nan Zheng, and she was once a very powerful assassin in the old Lin.
The night when the cloud platform was destroyed, she escaped, but the magic weapon she carried was taken away by the winter.
The fact that made her feel desperate is that Qingshan is still that terrible.
Don't talk about revenge, just wanting to see the Peak Master Qingrong is extremely difficult.
Frustrated, she returned to the South to hide her name, until today.
Everyone in the fishing village died, except for her.
Looking at the corpses of the villagers who fell dead in front of their homes and on the beach, feeling the silence around them and the thunderous waves, Nan Zheng's face became unusually pale, looking at the cloud and mist, she didn't dare to emit Any sound.
An extremely old voice came out from the fog: "Are you a southerner?"
Nan Zheng's voice trembled slightly: "It's..."
The old voice said: "Since I am a southerner, it makes sense for me not to kill you."
Nan Zheng asked fearfully: "Are you a senior in the clan?"
The old voice said: "I am your ancestor."
The clouds gradually dispersed, revealing an old man.
The old man is very thin and shriveled, looking like a dead corpse, and in his eyes that are unfathomable like a thick fog, a few props like killing intent are often born from time to time.
He said he was the ancestor of Nanzheng, not cursing others, but stating the facts.
Many people have always thought that he is the prince of a small country in the South China Sea. In fact, the Southern Barbarian Tribe is also his descendant.
His name is Nan Xi, and he is called the ancestor of Kirishima by the world.
He also has a more famous identity, that is, the first sword escaper in Chaotian Continent.
He is the greatest enemy of the Green Mountain Sect and the strongest opponent of the Green Mountain Sect.
Princess Guangyuan died under his hands, and Shen Zhou was eager to break the border because of this incident, and finally disappeared in the clouds and mists of the green mountains. The former is the master of Taiping and Jingyang, and the latter is their master. From this one can imagine how terrifying the Kirishima ancestor is.
Speaking of realm, he was already at the pinnacle of the Heavenly Transcendent Realm as early as 800 years ago, a true Sword Immortal first-rate.
Nan Zheng knelt on the beach, dare not raise his head, let alone speak.
She thought in shock, because Kirishima was locked for many years because of the sword formation of the green mountains, how could the ancestor leave and appear on land?
Nan Xi knew what she was thinking and did not explain.
He has been hiding in Kirishima for hundreds of years. He has no hope of ascending, his life will be exhausted, and he can live for decades at most.
Before withering, he must finish that thing.
What's the matter?
Of course, it is Mieqingshan.
"The clouds will disperse eventually."
The ancestor of Kirishima raised his head and glanced at the dim sunrise outside the mist, and said blankly, "Find me something dark and heavy."
Of course the heaviest thing in the world is the coffin.
Nan Zheng has lived in this village for several years and is familiar with every family. He carried out a black coffin in the yard outside Yantian.
This coffin is made of nanmu. It has been raised in a back-lit back house for more than 20 years. It is full of yin, except that the crane and deer carved on it and the ghosts are a bit clumsy.
Nan Zheng sent the black coffin into the fog, his face pale, afraid that his ancestors would be dissatisfied.
There was no sound in the fog, but it slowly flowed.
It didn't take long for the mist to get into the black coffin.
The fishing village became clear again.
Several pieces of yellow talisman paper fell from the air, and they happened to be sealed on the coffin to ensure that there was no breath overflowing.
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There is a gate outside the peaks of the Qingshan Mountains, and the three characters Nansong Pavilion are written on the gate. This is the Nanshan Gate.
There is a wooden table under the mountain gate with pen, ink, paper and inkstone. A man wearing a gray sword robe is sleeping on the table.
Listening to the footsteps, the man raised his head. It was the Ming Guoxing that Jing Jiu and Liu Shisui met when they entered the green mountains.
Decades have passed, and this green mountain disciple, who has never been able to break through, has become a little old.
He looked at the man walking to the mountain gate and couldn't help rubbing his eyes.
The person's face is ordinary, his figure is ordinary, his breath is also ordinary, no matter how he looks at him, he is an ordinary person.
The question is, how can an ordinary person find the gate of the Green Mountain Sect?
Ming Guoxing was a little wary, thinking that he could no longer make the mistakes of the past, and recognized characters like Master Jing Jiu as rubbish, and quickly got up.
"Dare to ask you who is?"
The ordinary man smiled and said, "I am a letter."
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Take people as trust, this is the usual method of the old Lin.
Before and after the assassination of Zhao Layue, Bu Lao Lin once sent such a letter.
Later, Zhenren Taiping sent another letter to Canglong, telling it that a ghost had come in the devil prison.
What's in this letter today?
Ming Guoxing naturally did not dare to open it, nor did he dare to teach himself, so he hurried to inform the inner door.
It didn't take long for Elder Mo to personally rush to the Nanshan Gate and take the letter to Tianguang Peak.
The clear sunshine and the blue sky, at the same time falling on the sea of clouds that undulate in front of the Tianguang Peak, very much like the sea in the south.
Liu Ci looked at the ordinary person and said: "Content?"
The man is indeed a mortal, but he didn't have any fear in the face of a big man like the head of Qingshan, and said: "The old **** sees it by himself."
Liu Ci looked into his eyes.
The top of Tianguang Peak is very quiet~IndoMTL.com~The shadow cast by the scabbard on the stele slowly changes its length.
I don’t know how long it took, Liu Ci said, "It’s all right."
The man walked towards the edge of the cliff.
Liu Ci said: "You don't have to die."
The man said: "Thank you, the old **** for pity, but you can't die."
Since it is a letter, it cannot be left after being opened, otherwise the secret will be discovered.
The man walked to the edge of the cliff and calmly jumped into the sea of clouds.
No screams or exclaims.
After a long time, there was a slight impact under the cliff.
Liu Ci walked to the edge of the cliff and looked at the West Sea thousands of miles away, silent.