The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 6: A trip to the ancient mountains

　　 The middle-aged cultivator is called Master Lu. He came from the third peak of the Qingshan Mountain, Shang Defeng. Now he has reached the state of consummation. Because he failed to hit the state of no manifestation twice before and after, he had to stop his progress temporarily. , Now serving as the teacher of Nansong Pavilion, responsible for the training of new disciples.

　　As his capacity, he didn't need to come out to recruit disciples himself, but in recent years, Nansongting's disciples have very ordinary aptitudes, far inferior to other places, which puts him under a lot of pressure.

　　 Now he doesn't expect to be able to do any major things, he just wants to bring out a few good disciples, or get a pill from the teacher, and then hit the Immaculate Realm one last time.

　　 When he heard the news from somewhere in Jiufeng, this remote mountain village was worth a visit, and it came soon.

　　He was hidden among the green trees, observing the teenage boy, and found that the message was correct. Even if he was only looking at it from a distance, he could feel that the other party was really good.

　　 When he swept through with sword knowledge, he was even more pleasantly surprised—that little boy was actually a natural Dao kind!

　　 These beautiful jade materials, not to mention the surrounding areas of Daqingshan, even those prosperous prefectures and counties, and even Chaoge City, I am afraid that one will only appear in several years. How can Master Lu take care of it? The child appeared directly from the night, but before he had time to speak, he was attracted by another thing.

　　 The little boy was frightened and hid behind a teenager in white.

　　The reason why he was wary was that when he observed the little boy from a distance, he did not notice the existence of the boy.

　　 The other person is sitting on the deck chair by the pool.

　　 For the first time, his sword knowledge fell on the white-clothed young man, only to find that the other party was just a mortal who had never practiced, and there was no Taoism in his body, which surprised him a bit.

　　 When his gaze fell on the face of the boy in white, he was even more surprised.

　　 He has never seen such a beautiful boy in the spiritual world for many years.

　　 Don't talk about the aristocratic children in Chaoge, even the younger sisters on Qingrong Peak, the famous and beautiful female disciples in Shuiyue An cannot be compared with them.

　　The world of spiritual practice has always believed in a principle: the ultimate is extraordinary.

　　Whether it is tall, short, fat or thin or other appearances, as long as it is special enough, a person must be unusual.

　　 To put it simply, there must be a demon in the extreme.

　　 As for the word "beauty", it has always been more respected by practitioners. Whether it is the green pine between the cliffs and the flying sword like light, as long as it is extremely beautiful, it must have extraordinary connotations.

　　 Looking at the beautiful face of the young man in white clothes, how could Master Lu remain unmoved, strengthened his sword knowledge and checked it again, and found that his Taoism was naive, let alone the existence of Taoism.

　　 The age of the boy in white clothes is much older than the boy, but his Dao heart is far inferior. Naturally, his talents are farther apart.

　　 Master Lu is a little regretful, so he no longer looks at the boy, looks at Liu Shisui, and asks: "Do you know who I am?"

　　 Liu Shisui was so frightened by the stranger who appeared suddenly, he didn't dare to show his head at all. Listening to the question, he dared to speak wherever he was, just clutching Jing Jiu's sleeve tightly.

　　 Jing Jiu can tell from the middle-aged cultivator's clothes and the method of carrying the sword that the other party should be a three-generation disciple, whose realm is far from the Wuzhang realm, but he doesn't know the other's name.

　　 This is a natural thing.

　　 The inner disciples and outer disciples of the Qingshan sect add up to several thousand, except for the old men of Shangdefeng and the women of Xilaifeng, who can recognize everyone.

　　 "Nothing," Jing Jiu said.

　　I don’t know why, listening to these words, Liu Shisui felt relieved a lot, but he was still a little nervous. He stood up and looked at the middle-aged cultivator, shaking slightly and said: "Are you..."

　　Master Lu said with a gentle expression: "Yes, I am a monk in the green mountains, which is what you call the fairy teacher every day."

　　 Listening to the word "Xianshi", Liu Shisui glanced at Jing Jiu subconsciously.

　　 Master Lu thought he was too nervous, smiled slightly, and said, "You can call me Master Lu."

　　 Liu Shisui said nervously, "Master Lu...what are you doing here?"

　　 "I'm here to ask you, would you like to build the road and seek longevity?"

　　 Hearing these words, Jing Jiu was a little bit emotional, thinking that after so many years, he still said these words, not even a word has changed.

　　 Liu Shisui stood for a long time before waking up, stuttering: "...Naturally, it is...willing, but..."

　　 The inconspicuous rural teenager was taken away by the fairy master Qingshan. This is the most beautiful story that has been passed down for countless generations in the mountain village. He grew up listening to these stories since he was a child, and the whole person was stupid. Where did he object to it, just as he said in his words, just...

　　 He looked towards the courtyard, his immature little face hesitated and struggled.

　　Master Lu is not angry, but feels more comforted: "Although the cultivation of Taoism is extraordinary, but we are not those monks, we can also do it, and naturally we will not break the family relationship."

　　 Liu Shisui was a little nervous and said, "Really?"

　　 Master Lu said with a smile: "I will tell your parents later, and I will give you time to visit your relatives in the future. If you cannot enter the door in the future, you will need to manage the sect and secular affairs, and you will not be short of money. You can go home from time to time and want to take care of your hometown, just a little effort... But I don’t think you will have this kind of opportunity."

　　 Obviously, he is very optimistic about Liu Shisui's talents, and he firmly believes in it.

　　 Liu Shisui looked at Jing Jiu.

　　Master Lu was a little surprised.

　　 Jing Jiu stood up and said, "Go if you want."

　　 Liu Shisui smiled and said: "Yes, son."

　　Master Lu’s accident turned into surprise.

　　In such a remote mountain village, why is there such a beautiful boy brother?

　　 He looked at Jing Jiu, and suddenly said, "Where are you? Would you like to follow me to build the road and seek longevity?"

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　　 Across a wall, the conversation and crying of the Liu family came from time to time. It's just that they didn't dare to disturb the village with the reminder of the fairy master, so they kept their voices low.

　　 Jing Jiu sat by the window, looking at the stars in the night sky, silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

　　 The guy named Master Lu will come and take Liu Shisui early tomorrow morning...and he will go to Qingshan Sect.

　　 Liu Shisui is packing up. He is a very diligent child, but this is the first time for him to pack his luggage. However, the dazed face on the little face was not because of this reason, but because of too much mental shock, and he hadn't fully awakened yet. Perhaps because of this, he did not think of the fact that Jing Jiu was not an immortal master.

　　 "Is this all right..."

　　 The little boy stammered a little: "That fairy teacher doesn't need time to look at my...character?"

　　 Jing Jiu looked at the starry sky outside the window and said, "Xin Xing."

　　 Liu Shisui said: "Yes, that's the word."

　　 Jing Jiu said: "Of course this kind of thing only depends on talent, and the character changes with time. How do you look at it? Besides, do you really think that the benevolent is invincible?"

　　 Liu Shisui touched his head and said, "Isn't it? That's what the book says."

　　 Jing Jiu didn't turn around and said, "Of course not. The invincible is invincible."

　　 Liu Shisui couldn't understand this sentence. Looking at his back, he suddenly felt a feeling of loneliness.

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　　 In the early morning, the sky is bright, and the morning sun is still far away from the peaks. I don't know when to get up.

　　Master Lu is here.

　　 Liu and his wife sent Liu Shisui to the front of the courtyard, silently wiping tears, a little sad, but more happy.

　　 With the sound of footsteps, Jing Jiu walked out of the house, the morning breeze was blowing in his white clothes, his hands were empty, and he didn't carry anything.

　　 Looking at this scene, the Liu family couldn't help but think of how he looked like this when he walked to the entrance of the village a year ago.

　　Mother Liu glanced at Father Liu, and stopped talking.

　　 Father Liu gave her a warning look and respectfully said: "My son, do you want to bring something that is useful on the road? I can carry it when I am ten years old."

　　 Jing Jiu ignored him, and walked out of the courtyard with his hands on his back.

　　 Master Lu watched this scene outside the courtyard, frowning slightly.

　　 No one knew that in the water tank behind the wing, there was half a pale blue pill that was slowly melting until it dissipated in the water and could no longer be seen.

　　 Master Lu took Jing Jiu and Liu Shisui into the morning mist, and soon disappeared without a trace.

　　 willow father and mother Liu walked back to the courtyard with tears in her eyes, suddenly she didn't know what to do, and stood for a while, before she got up and started cleaning the courtyard, boiling water and cooking.

　　Whether it's making porridge or making crude big-leaf tea, of course the water in the jar is used.

　　 Until then, Mother Liu realized that something was missing in the house.

　　 The bamboo chair is missing.

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　　 I don’t know why~ IndoMTL.com~ Master Lu did not choose to fly back to the Qingshan School with the sword, but walk.

　　Riu Shisui certainly couldn't think of this, because he never thought that anyone in the world could walk with a sword.

　　 Jing Jiu is very clear that this three-generation disciple of the Qingshan Sect is now in the realm of consummation, and can logically control the sword with ease, even if it is not too difficult to bring two people.

　　 Then why does this person insist on walking? Worried that if other ascetics see the traces of the flying sword, it will cause trouble?

　　Jing Jiu didn't understand. He wanted to come. Although the current generation of Qingshan Sect is not as good as the previous generation, it is not the case.

　　 Mountain Village is no more than a hundred miles away from the gate of the Qingshan Sect. The disciples of the Qingshan Sect need to be so cautious in such a place, it is completely cowardly.

　　 Master Lu didn't know what Jing Jiu was thinking, and led two teenagers, one young and one young, to the mountains in the mist, silent and low-key.

　　 On the third day, through a thick fog, the vision suddenly became clear.

　　 Countless green peaks appeared in front of you, some beautiful, some steep, and some of the peaks were as smooth as a mirror, completely impossible to climb, but there were people on the top of the mountain.

　　The legendary green mountains and nine peaks are among them?

　　 Liu Shisui exclaimed again and again, but Jing Jiu didn't even look at it.

　　 The three of them followed the mountain road paved with bluestone to the peaks, and soon they saw a stone gate.

　　 The stone gate is simple in style, covered with moss, and has its own ancient meaning. On the horizontal plaque, you can vaguely see the three characters Nansong Pavilion.

　　 This is the Nanshan Gate of the Green Mountain Sect.

　　 Seeing this gate, Master Lu showed a smile on his face, obviously relaxed a lot.

　　 The gate is quiet, and the sound of birds in the dense forest is not annoying.

There is a wooden table under the 　　 Mountain Gate. On the table are pens, inkstones and papers. A man in a gray sword robe lies on the table and sleeps.