The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 65: The Vegetable Garden Chronicle

(Forgot to mention, hurry up to revise and make up, tomorrow's chapter is also at 8 o'clock in the evening, please tell each other about it.)

Nan Zheng was startled.

She is ready to die.

Just like that year, the whole clan was expelled from Zushan, and her family was even killed. At that time, she didn't want to live anymore.

"Nan Wang has been spoiled by those guys for many years and acted presumptuously. Naturally, no one of her family descendants would dare to provoke me in the Barbarians. You are also pitiful."

The girl in white looked at her and said, "Take everything out."

Nan Zheng was stunned again. It took a while to understand what she meant. He didn't dare to hesitate. He untied the Four Desolate Bottles and Diamond Knuckles and handed them over. After thinking about it, he took out a few more bottles to accumulate in Bu Lao Lin. Down the pill.

The white-clothed girl took the Four Desolate Bottles and the Diamond Boxing Gloves, did not ask for those pills, and said, "Your Zheng is good. Let me use it for a few years."

Nan Zheng thought, could he still refuse?

After saying this, the white-clothed girl stepped into the air, the wind was blowing her skirt, and she drifted away.

Gu Pan looked at the direction of her disappearance, with a dazed expression. The other party could easily kill herself and all his subordinates. Why didn't she do this?

Nan Zheng also has the same doubts, as well as other puzzles.

This girl in white clothes does not know where she came from, but she must be a great figure in the realm of righteous practice.

Tonight, there is a fierce battle between the righteous practice world and the old forest. She did not go to the war, but was here to fish in troubled waters.

What does this mean?

The talisman paper scattered like fireflies gradually darkened, and the world in the mist returned to darkness.

Nan Zheng glanced at Gu Pan and disappeared into the night.

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The Southwestern Continent is really desolate, especially in the treacherous mountains surrounding Yizhou City. Even the incense in large temples like Baotong Temple is very deserted, and it is rare to see believers who come to make a promise. Between the morning bell and the evening drum, except for the sound of the monks' homework, there is silence.

There is a vegetable garden a few miles to the west of the temple, which is responsible for supplying the monks in the monastery. Recently, there have been three more young foreign visitors in addition to the vegetable-growing monks.

Looking at the greens and tofu in the earthenware bowl, He Zhan looked unloved and said, "If you continue to eat like this, your face will turn green."

Su Ziye glanced at him while lying on the bed.

In the vegetable garden of Baotong Monastery, he is not the famous Young Master of Xuanyin Sect, but just a patient.

He Zhan said: "I'm not laughing at you. You used to be a green vegetable, but now it's just an eggplant. Although the color is lighter, it's still an eggplant."

Tong Yan walked in from outside the house, put the medicine in her hand on the table, looked at Su Ziye and said: "The effect of the medicine is good, it should be able to detoxify in five days."

Although there is a word for Zen in Baotong Temple, it is not in the Zen sect, and has nothing to do with Guocheng Temple. On the contrary, it is said to be somewhat close to Shuiyue Temple. However, Baotong Temple and Guocheng Temple have very good medical skills. And because the mountains and forests of the southwestern mainland are hot and humid, and the miasma is extremely poisonous, their level in this respect is even higher than that of the Guocheng Temple. Although the poison in the leaves of Su Ziye is very powerful, they finally saved their lives under the treatment of the monks in the temple.

At the beginning, the abbot of Baotong Monastery knew that Su Ziye’s identity was not willing to be healed at all. After Tongyan’s pleading, he reluctantly agreed, but he couldn’t let a wicked demon live in the temple, so he arranged them to The vegetable garden only allows Tong Yan to quietly enter the temple to collect medicine every day. Make sure that this matter cannot be known to others, otherwise the ancient temple will be famous for thousands of years, and I am afraid that it will be lost in one day.

The three of them lived in the vegetable garden for several days. He Zhan had already drunk the wine he had brought, and he was almost too greedy. At this time, I heard Tong Yan said that it only took five days, and his complexion finally became better.

Tong Yan walked to the window and continued to play the unfinished game.

Su Ziye drank the medicine with He Zhan's help, and moved to the window on the bed with some difficulty, looking at the chessboard.

The sunlight fell on the chessboard through the window, and reflected on his face. The green skin looked a little lighter under the blazing light, really like vegetable leaves.

The sun also fell on Tong Yan's face, her delicate and white skin was like jade, and her eyebrows looked lighter, really like a child.

Because He Zhan is not willing to play chess anymore, Tong Yan's opponent is himself, he has been playing this game for five days. Su Ziye also watched for a long time, he can play chess, and he thinks he is a smart man, but until today he still can't understand this game, only to know how big the gap between him and Tong Yan is.

When he thought about it, the childlike face of chess far surpassing everyone in the world, still so earnestly, every day, tirelessly, naturally there is only one reason.

Su Ziye asked: "Is it still not convinced to lose to Jing Jiu?"

"It takes hard work to do anything. Not everyone is like that guy, and everything goes smoothly with luck."

Tong Yan did not raise her head, her eyelashes were pulled out into a long shadow, as cold as his voice.

Su Ziye looked at He Zhan, and said with sympathy: "It's a jealous life."

He Zhan is their mutual friend and the only friendship.

In the spiritual world, He Zhan is not most famous for his talents. Although his talents are indeed good, he is not the title of No. 2 in the world. Everyone knows that it is a joke.

He is best known for luck.

A casual disciple, who has never studied Xuanmen Taoism, and has never learned the secrets of the evil sect, is actually on a par with figures like Su Ziye and Tong Yan.

Is it because of tolerance and morality? Of course not, because he has enough luck to make himself strong enough.

He Zhan was peeling salted edamame to make strong tea. Listening to what the two said, he clapped his hands and walked to the window.

"There is no need to be jealous, because I don't want to understand, and I feel more and more that this is not a good thing."

Many years ago, there was an ordinary nun's nunnery outside a certain city. There was only one old nun in the nunnery. There were four stone steps in front of the nunnery.

One night, an abandoned baby was placed on the second stone steps.

In the early morning, the old nun found the abandoned baby and took him in.

That abandoned baby is He Zhan.

The old nun would recite the scriptures every day. He Zhan had been familiar with it since he was a child, and then he began to practice with them. Only then did he realize that those scriptures were practice methods.

In this way, He Zhan embarked on the path of spiritual practice.

It's time for the old nun, closed her eyes and fell asleep, He Zhan left the nun's nunnery and began to travel in the world.

He originally thought, the nun's nunnery is so ordinary, the old nun is so ordinary, and the practice method is naturally very ordinary, so he acts extremely low-key, basically does not deal with practitioners, and even thought about whether to sign up. Qingtian Division.

One day, he picked up a magic weapon by the stream and was hit by a young disciple sent by Sandu, who wanted to seize the treasure.

He didn't dare to fight, he was ready to offer it with both hands. Who would think that the Sandu disciple would kill others, he was desperate, and he had no choice but to resist.

The Sandu sent disciple turned into a blue smoke in front of his eyes.

At that time, he knew that everything was unusual, whether it was the nun's nunnery or the old nun, or the practice method.

The subsequent events proved that he was not an ordinary person, at least in terms of fortune.

He encountered countless adventures and found many magic weapons, whether it was the bones of the dragon or the box of spars.

Whenever he needs something, he meets something.

Things such as turning a good luck to good luck~IndoMTL.com~ are more like a commonplace meal for him.

In this way, he gradually grew up, gained some fame in the spiritual world, and became a disciple that many famous sects wanted to win.

Just like Su Ziye said, how can such luck not be jealous?

Su Ziye asked: "Why is luck not a good thing?"

He Zhan said, "I don't want to be like this either. You must be aware of hardships and dangers before you can sharpen your will and refine your Taoism, but I don't have this opportunity."

Su Ziye and Tong Yan looked at each other and didn't speak.

He Zhan went on to say: "But if I want to be like Liu Shisui, I don't want to."

The room was quiet for a while.

There was a soft snap.

Tong Yan dropped a **** and said softly: "But we succeeded after all."