The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 63: Who has the secret?

　　 The destiny is above, which is not related to the human world.

　　Only the **** emperor, who is the destiny of the human race, and related matters, can be called destiny.

　　 What the young man in Jinyi wanted to ask about was succession, and what Hu Guifei wanted to ask was Zixi, which of course involved the fate.

　　 But Tian Jinren refused the request of the two with the same words, what is the meaning behind it?

　　"It's just a common method for fortune tellers. As I said, the one in the nunnery is very good at bluffing people."

　　 Jing Jiu said to Zhao Layue.

　　 Zhao Layue thought, is it really that simple?

　　 Boy was very angry, and said: "It is His Majesty and Lord Sword God, who have great respect for your husband, who are you? Why are you so rude to your husband!"

　　 Jing Jiu calmly said: "If it's not a fortune teller's means, how do you explain these two sentences?"

　　 Boy sneered and said: "Mr. learns to understand the heavens, and his words have their own deep meaning, how can you ordinary people understand."

　　 Jing Jiu said: "There are two places where the fate is unified? If your husband's words are really meaningful, can I suspect that he is trying to stir up civil unrest in the palace?"

　　 The boy heard his words, how did he know what his husband thought, and how dare to respond casually, so he snorted, ignored Jing Jiu, and turned to look at the little girl.

　　 Looking at the boy's expression, Tese knew what he was going to say, so disappointed, wherever he was willing to leave like this, she was ready to make a fuss when she raised her eyebrows.

　　 Boy said: "Sir, when your mother will marry, it depends on when the old lady is tired of this world."

　　 Hearing this, her eyes lit up, and then she asked: "When is that?"

　　The so-called tired of the world, but it's autumn.

　　 Sese doesn't like her grandmother, nor does she expect her to pass away sooner. What she really wants to know is something else.

　　 Boy said: "At least ten years later."

　　 Forget it, the little girl, after ten years, she is already old, even if her mother remarried at that time, she has enough ability to help see or stop it.

　　 After the question was answered, she opened her eyebrows and smiled, said a few words with Zhao Layue, made an appointment to meet in the future, and left Merlin with the woman.

　　 Only Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue were left in the Meilin.

　　The boy stopped talking, and reached out his hand than Zhao Layue asked.

　　 Zhao Layue didn't see Jing Jiu this time, and walked directly into the nunnery.

　　Time flows slowly, and the sky changes among the branches.

　　 Jing Jiu stood quietly in front of the nunnery, without thinking about anything.

　　 I don’t know how long it has been, the boy walked out of the nunnery and came to him.

　　 Jing Jiu glanced at him, but did not speak.

　　 Boy understood what he meant, and said: "Your companion has already left the temple, waiting over there."

　　 Jing Jiu walked out.

The 　　 boy was stunned, and after a while he woke up, hurriedly shouted: "Hold on."

　　 Jing Jiu stopped.

　　 Boy rushed forward and said with dissatisfaction: "You are very lucky. There is still a place today, and it falls to you."

　　 He didn't understand why he had already explained to the husband the previous rudeness of this young monk, and the husband was not angry and even had to meet each other.

　　 You must know that even the princes in the dynasty, the husband rarely pays attention to them.

　　 What surprised Tong Zi even more was that Jing Jiu didn't turn around when he heard what he said, and walked out of the plum garden again.

　　 "Hey! What are you doing?"

　　 The boy was surprised and puzzled. He felt so absurd and kept shouting from behind.

　　 Jing Jiu ignored it, but walked to the lake in a few steps, preparing to pass through the pavilion with dozens of green leaves.

　　 At this moment, a vicissitudes of life and a deep voice rang in his ears.

　　"Do you really want to know the whereabouts of Jingyang?"

　　……

　　……

　　 Jing Jiu stopped, looked at the green leaves on the pavilion being blown down by the wind, and said nothing.

　　 He knew that no one but himself could hear this voice.

　　 Escape the gap between heaven and earth, with thoughts in the ears, the other party's spiritual consciousness is very powerful, even the elders of the sea-breaking stage of the Qingshan Sect are inferior.

　　 But this is not enough to stop him.

　　The reason why he stopped is because of this problem.

　　 The whole world thinks that the real Jingyang has ascended, and only a few people know that this is not true.

　　 Such as Zhao Layue, several big figures in the Green Mountain Sect, and of course himself.

　　 If anyone else knows that Jingyang’s ascension failed, those people must be related to this matter.

　　 Those people may be the masterminds, they may be accomplices, in short, they are the people he has been looking for.

　　 Of course, the owner of this voice may have heard some wind noises from somewhere, so using this topic to pretend to be a ghost, it is also possible that this person is using this question to provoke him. But no matter what it was, Jing Jiu knew he should meet each other.

　　……

　　……

　　 walked into the old house, followed the green moss, and saw a shabby room with a simple layout. A flower water was placed in front of the window with a grass curtain in the middle.

　　 Jing Jiu stepped into the room, and the grass curtain rose up without wind, and tied it to the pillar by itself. The screen looked quite magical, and he didn't even look at it.

　　 the grass curtain is lifted, the aroma comes first, and then the picture.

　　The thin smoke, like a mist, leaves the incense and dissipates into the air.

　　 was sitting behind the case alone, gray hair, wrinkled face, deep-set eyes, I do not know how many years he has been blind, exuding an unfathomable and indescribable breath,

In addition to the incense burner, there is paper on the 　　 case. There is inkstone. The ink in the inkstone reflects the sky, bright and dark, as if there is no difference between black and white.

　　 The old man was writing something with a Xuehao pen in his hand.

The 　　 Xuehao pen is made of the fine hairs from the ears of the Snow Country’s Great Demon. It is extremely rare, especially after the war with Snow Country over the years, it is getting harder and harder to find.

　　 But such a rare pen is held in the hand by the old man, just like the most common hare.

　　Because the old man has a natural look, he doesn't care.

　　 may be because he is blind and cannot see the white and flawless pen. More likely, he has already seen through the world, let alone a pen?

　　 Jing Jiu walked to the case and looked around.

The ink in the 　　 inkstone is indeed indistinct, but it is inhaled by Xue Mo, and then dropped on the paper, and it can be seen clearly.

　　 That's cooked ink.

　　Boiled ink is the ink that has been left to stand overnight. The ink gradually separates and is written on paper by the tip of a pen, giving it a different aesthetic.

　　Besides the ink word, there are several water marks, like a paper umbrella in the rain, or a girl with water drops on her temples.

　　 This is beautiful, but the ink depends on each other, so it's hard to say black and white.

　　 Jing Jiu is used to seeing Zhao Layue's eyes, so she doesn't like it.

　　 I don’t like Gui, I don’t like it, but the word is really well written.

　　 "The word is good."

　　 he said.

　　If you are an ordinary person, you should be surprised by a few words besides praise~IndoMTL.com~.

　　 For example: Your eyes can't see things, why can you write the words so beautifully?

　　 Then the old man can answer: I am close to people in Bailu Academy, unique in the world, unparalleled in the world, with eyes wide open, everything is in my heart...

　　 Jing Jiu didn't say that.

　　 so there is no follow-up.

　　 So the silence in the anri seemed a little embarrassing.

　　He didn't do this deliberately, but he really didn't care.

　　In the hospital of the Curtain Man, he once said that close people can bluff people.

　　 He knew that the other party must have some abilities.

　　 But no matter how much you have, even if you really lead the West to become a sword god, even if you are recognized by the world as the person closest to the way of heaven.

　　 Jing Jiu is still not interested and doesn't care.

　　 The old man lowered his head like a snow-covered peak.

The 　　庵 room is extremely quiet.

　　 I don’t know how long it has been.

　　The old man finally spoke.

　　 He asked Jing Jiu a question.

　　 "Since you don't care about the world at all, why come here?"

　　

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