The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 47: Before the end of the story

People around the top of Tianguang Peak also saw this scene.

The sparks in Hidden Peak disappeared one by one.

In the pale sky, the whiteness seemed to melt in.

The red is falling.

At this time, Yuan Gui slowly closed his eyes, as if he couldn't bear to see the final scene.

The picture of Hidden Peak disappeared. People did not see the real Taiping fall to the ground, but they knew the end.

The real Taiping lost.

Even if he is not dead at this time, it won't last long if he wants to.

An extremely complicated atmosphere, lingering at the top of Tianguang Peak.

The people of Qingshan were silent, and didn't even want to look at each other. Their gazes were like messy sword lights, facing everywhere between the sky and the earth.

Because their mood is also very confused at this time.

Is it over like this?

Somewhat sad.

Somethingness.

Somewhat at a loss.

The Taiping Patriarch has died, the world has returned to peace, the green mountains are gone, and the head of the real person has ascended...what should I do?

Zhao Layue looked at the two real people on the cloud, and wondered if they were also thinking about this issue.

"I know what fellow daoists are thinking."

Tan Zhenren rang with a sigh of exclamation: "But it's not too early to think? How could Taiping admit defeat so easily? Even if his opponent is Jingyang today."

The cloud and mist around him didn't respond much, and the master Shuiyuean's voice came out through the blue curtain: "Yes, in my opinion, today's affairs are still early."

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The Chengtian Sword became fragments.

The green mountain sword formation has also become fragments.

Just like the real Taiping said, many Qingshan disciples are sad, helpless or even angry for various reasons, but the real sadness is the swords that make up the Qingshan sword formation.

The clouds and mist on the top of Yunxing Peak gathered again, and countless flying swords flew aimlessly and slowly in the clouds and mist, sending out low-pitched sword sounds that had no meaning, like a sob.

Countless flying swords are no longer as before, divided into two camps to confront each other, like a group of children who have no home, comforting each other poorly, and feeling sad together.

Ping Yongjia had woke up at some point, and felt the disappearance of the sword formation in the green mountains. Looking at the flying swords in the mist, she felt so sad for some reason. Her nose was sore that she almost cried.

"Don't be sad, aren't everyone still there?" He greeted the sky full of flying swords: "Come here all, come here, don't get lost."

Sword Ming reworked, countless flying swords pierced through the air, surrounding him, like a group of bitter children who found home.

Ping Yongjia laughed happily, and said, "Isn't this good?"

He suddenly felt something, and looked towards the northeast with some blankness.

Something is approaching the green hill at an unimaginable speed.

Even Firth sword can't be so fast.

What surprised him was that the thing seemed to have no real form or existence, giving people an ethereal feeling.

What makes him feel even more at a loss is that the green mountain sword formation is gone, why can he feel this?

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More than ten cracks appeared on the meadow.

Mad Taiping stood in the middle of the crack.

A red dress is particularly eye-catching in the green mountains.

At this time, he didn't know whether it was the prey of the spider web or the spider itself.

Jing Jiu fell from the sky, and more than a dozen bright sword lights appeared between his white clothes and black hair.

True Taiping said with emotion: "This is the sword technique that you and him discussed together?"

Jing Jiu said: "It's called the Netherworld Fairy Sword."

Mr Taiping raised his sleeves and gently wiped the corners of his lips.

The blood color is in the red shirt, which can't be distinguished.

"The sword of Xihai, I thought it was Liu Ci's skill, but I didn't expect you to have gone so far in the sword."

"Brother, I have never told you something." Jing Jiu said: "Your talent for cultivation is actually not as good as mine. Without Qingshan, you could not be my opponent."

The real Taiping was silent for a while, and said: "It seems to be the case today, but you should know that my story will not end like this."

In the long thousand years of monastic career, he has failed countless times. For example, more than 700 years ago, he fought for the head of the green mountain, such as the first time to enter the dark, there are many, but losing does not mean the end, he is like a A demon with an immortal heart, even if it is stepped into the deepest part of the earth, can still crawl back from the underworld until it wins the next victory, because losing does not mean death, only death is the final end.

In his countless failures in the past, the real catastrophe occurred on the bank of the West Sea. It was the catastrophe of the Zhongzhou faction that was attracted by the immortal, but it was blocked by Liu's words.

"We are all people who are very afraid of death, or who don't like death, we always leave a lot of future behind, such as Thunder Soul Tree, such as All Things One."

Jing Jiu said: "But this is Hidden Peak. You can't get out, so how can you embark on that road?"

"I like to eat hot pot. You like to open the window to watch the snow, but we have a clear purpose in doing things. We never do meaningless things."

Real Taiping looked at him and said: "When you were sleeping in Chaoge City, Qinger and I walked for a long time. You should be very clear about my intentions."

"If the emergence is not complete, you may suffer from the catastrophe at any time. You want to find Qingtianjian so that you can hide in." Jing Jiu said: "But she knows what you think, so she can't tell you."

"Little girls like this are always easier to deceive, not to mention that I have spent decades."

The real Taiping smiled and said: "Otherwise, why would I just fall here?"

This is a very common mountain in Hidden Peak. There is no special place except for the very fresh grass.

But since this is the location he chose deliberately, it naturally has profound meaning.

True Taiping raised his foot and stepped on the grass.

The cracks in the meadow became deeper, and countless wild flowers grew in the black soil.

Many years ago, he asked A Piao to help Fang Jingtian break the border, and there were mountains and fields full of flowers.

Jing Jiu stepped through the sky in Chaoge City, and there were also wild flowers in full bloom.

Among the blooming wild flowers, an antique bronze mirror appeared.

It is Qingtianjian.

"Qingtianjian had been hidden in Hidden Peak for a period of time before."

Jing Jiu said: "I didn't expect she would put it back again."

Taiping Zhen said: "She refused to tell you the location of Qingtianjian because she felt that you were not worthy of trust. She chose to put Qingtianjian in the hidden peak because she felt that she did not dare to trust others except you."

This sentence is a bit complicated, Jing Jiu understands.

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When Qing'er came to Hidden Peak with the red feather in his mouth, the picture she saw was Jing Jiu standing next to Qingtianjian, repeatedly saying: "What the **** is going on? How do you know I put Qingtianjian here? Xiaohong...no, how about peace? Is he dead? Is it rain or light?"

Jing Jiu reached out his hand to catch the feather that fell from the bird's beak, and said, "He has entered the blue sky."

Qing'er is the Jianling of Qingtianjian, born to hide the world, and is a natural spirit body, can ignore any barriers and go wherever he wants to go, including hidden peaks.

She finally caught the feather in the gust of Yimaozhai, and was about to help the scholars, when she felt that someone had touched Qingtianjian, and hurriedly flew over.

When she heard Jing Jiu's words, she was taken aback and asked: "Did you let him in?"

Jing Jiu said: "No."

Qing'er was a little annoyed and said: "You shouldn't find Qingtianjian, this is good."

Jing Jiu said: "He found Qingtianjian. This is the way he prepared for himself."

Qing'er was a little dazed, and said: "I haven't told him."

Jing Jiu said: "You always have a moment of slight loss of mind, and he will have two hearts."

At this moment, Qing'er remembered a lot of pictures.

Two birds went up to the sky.

Drinking.

Same tour.

The awning boat.

There are stars on the surface of the river.

She was silent for a while, and said: "After he emerges, he becomes a spirit body. He can live in Qingtianjian like a spirit. I can't find him... Even if I can find him, there is no way to use him, unless Qingtianjian is destroyed. This is the question he gave you. You are opposed to him destroying the world, so would you like to destroy the world in order to kill him?"

Jing Jiu calmly said, "I will go in and find him."

Qing'er lowered her head and said: "That will take many years. This is the second question he gave you. Do you want to stay here and ascend, or give up the ascent and look for him."

Jing Jiu said: "I will go in, but not to give up the ascent, because I won't take too long."

Qing'er raised her head, looked puzzled and said, "Why are you taking risks? You locked him in the sword prison and didn't kill him. This time you can do this differently? Isn't Qing Tianjian a bigger one? Sword Prison?"

Jing Jiu glanced at the sky and said, "There will be something very troublesome next. I must solve his problem before that, otherwise my heart will not be calm."

Qing'er was very surprised, and even more puzzled, thinking what else could be more troublesome than the destruction of the real Taiping and the war between your brothers and sisters?

Jing Jiu didn't explain anything to her, and sat down beside Qingtianjian.

"Thank you."

After saying these two words, he closed his eyes.

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The scenery in Qingtianjian is the same as before. The world has changed a little bit, but not too much. It is still those countries, those rivers, and those people.

Jing Jiu has lived in Qingtianjian for many years. Although most of the time has been living in seclusion in the palace of Chu Kingdom and that mountain, apart from Qinger, there is no one who is more familiar with this place than him. He dusted off the light and dust particles on his body, pushed open the door and walked out, and saw the gray-haired old man.

The territory and people of the old state of Chu are still attached to the state of Zhao, only to govern themselves. The former Master Zhang is now the respected Master Zhang. Even the Zhao Kingdom’s imperial palace must first ask him his opinion. In addition to his father Zhang Dazhi’s legacy, the more important reason is of course his relationship with him. The relationship between Jing Jiu.

Many years ago, the Zhang Mansion moved back to the capital, occupying an entire street north of the city. His children and grandchildren are all officials in the court, but he feels that his life is boring. Suddenly seeing Jing Jiu coming out of the house, he jumped up from the bamboo chair, not seeing the slightest trembling appearance, and exclaimed in surprise: "Your Majesty, you are back again? How long will you stay this time?"

Jing Jiu glanced at the floating clouds in the sky and said, "Come and do something, and I will leave soon."

Da Young Master Zhang was a little disappointed and didn't dare to say anything. He stood beside him and kept rubbing his hands. Suddenly he asked a little bit puzzledly: "Your Majesty, why has your face changed?"

Jing Jiu walked to the well in the courtyard and looked inward with the probe, and saw a childish face appeared on the calm water with a bun on his head.

For some reason, after coming to Qingtianjian, he became a handsome young Taoist priest.

Looking at the long-lost face, Jing Jiu was silent for a while, and asked, "Then why can you recognize me?"

Master Zhang smiled and said: "Don't say you just changed your face, your Majesty, even if you turn into... I'm pooh!"

Jing Jiu rises from the wind~IndoMTL.com~ soon disappears into the twilight.

In front of him, there is a blood-colored feather floating constantly, as if to guide him.

It didn't take long before he came to a mountain.

There is a Taoist temple deep in the mountain.

There is a young Taoist priest in front of the Taoist Temple, sweeping the floor with a bamboo broom in his hand.

The young Taoist priest was handsome in life, and he gave people a very kind feeling.

The blood-colored feather drifted down slowly.

Jing Jiu stretched out his hand to catch it, and saluted the young Taoist priest: "I have seen brother."

The young Taoist priest was a little dazed, and said, "Have we met before?"

Jing Jiu quietly looked at him and said, "This story is too long. I don't want to repeat it. It ends before the sun sets."