The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 80: The flower will fall, and the mother will get married

Dawn Lake in the night is very quiet.

Only the filthy language and curse-like curses that are inaccessible to the ears continue to be heard in the Star Picking Building.

The disciples of the Suspension Bell Sect stayed far away and didn't dare to listen, but they were used to it.

After the death of the former suzerain, the old lady often cursed people like this in the building.

She will always scold her daughter-in-law.

"This is my home."

Sus stood on the edge of the cliff, listening to the foul language over there, and sighed.

He Zhan looked at her and said, "It will all get better."

Those turned and looked at him, and said, "Thank you for coming."

He Zhan said: "It was too late when I heard the news."

Sussing smiled and said: "It's not too late to come."

He Zhan did not speak.

"In this situation, I can't leave."

Sus hugged him, leaned her face in his arms, and said softly: "Go back to Baicheng, I'll be waiting for you here."

He Zhan thought for a while, said hello, then took out a few pieces of paper from his sleeve and handed it to her.

Thinking of a certain possibility, her expression became a little exciting, and she said: "I'm a girl...I can't practice, right?"

He Zhan said helplessly: "What do you think? This is the secret recipe for grilled fish."

Hearing this answer, Circe's eyes suddenly brightened, and she licked her mouth subconsciously.

He Zhan continued: "The secret recipe I wrote to Tong Yan last time forgot the two flavors, this is delicious."

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He Zhan and Se Se thought that Tong Yan was retreating in Yunmeng Mountain. Many people think so too. Few people knew that Tong Yan had left Yunmeng Mountain, and there were very few people who knew that he was in Qingshan. As for those who knew that he was hiding in the hidden peak, there were only three people and one dog.

The night breeze was not cold, and the sound of pine waves was heard. Jing Jiu swept northward in the mountains with the cat, and soon came to the plain in the middle of the mainland.

Until the end of the Zhongzhou faction, no one came, indicating that Yunmeng’s closure of the mountain was true. It seems that before that spring rain fell, the world of spiritual practice would still be as calm as it is now.

If the old lady hadn't survived this year, she would definitely not choose to shoot now.

"Since you said she was afraid of everything, why did she choose to give up after doing so many things?"

This is something that Ah Da couldn't understand. If it was an old lady, he was going to die anyway, so he would have to make a big fuss before leaving.

Jing Jiu summoned the Universe Front and sat down and flew a few feet above the ground. The field under the starlight was just below, as if within reach.

"After the death of the elders, she could no longer control the whole situation. If she wanted to forcefully suppress it, she would destroy the entire Hanging Bell Sect."

Jing Jiu looked at the cyan wheat under his feet, and he didn't understand why it had already reached midsummer, why it hadn't changed color.

When he was a child, he had read a lot of poems and songs related to Daohua and Fengnian in the book, but he had no common sense related to Wugu at all.

Ada didn't understand what he said, and said: "If you break it, you will break it, or you will leave it to your most annoying daughter-in-law?"

Jing Jiu stretched out his hand and picked a piece of wheatgrass in front of his eyes, and said, "She thinks she is from the German family, and the Suspension Sect belongs to the German family. Why don't you feel bad if it rots?"

"The old lady is worried that Se Se will be like herself after marrying, so she doesn't want to give her the Suspense Sect to her? It's really stupid."

Ada lay on top of Jing Jiu's head, stretched out his right paw and flicked the wheatgrass in his hand, thinking that everything in the end belonged to the **** of death.

The summer flowers will turn into autumn leaves, the young crops will turn into rot, the mother will marry, and the sky will rain, so why bother so much?

But since the Suspense Sect is destined to become someone else's home, why doesn't the old lady just break the matter?

Jing Jiu said: "She should have thought that it is the best thing for Se Se and He Zhan to become a Taoist couple."

Ada doesn't understand what's so good about this.

Jing Jiu said: "There are many illegitimate children of monks."

Ada meowed, thinking that there were too many.

Jing Jiu said: "Have you ever seen how many monks' illegitimate sons would take their father's surname?"

Ada meowed again, thinking that the monk doesn't have a surname, how can he do that?

"So Sese and He Zhan’s sons will most likely be given the surname in the future."

Jing Jiu said: "She wants to understand this truth, so what else is she arguing about?"

Ada thought, what should I do if the Chen family remarries, and then give birth to seven or eighty or ninety younger brothers?

Jing Jiu said: "Se Se knows us. This time we have proved that Qing Shan will guarantee Se Se to be the lord, what else does Jing Shu have to worry about?"

The morning light gradually appeared in the distance of the wilderness.

The front of the universe flew upwards and came to the top of the clouds. The speed was still not very fast, and it felt more like an ordinary person walking.

Two days later, Jing Jiu came to a town, went to a medical clinic, and confirmed the last news of the Xuanling Sect.

The Chen family regained power, and the old lady was recuperating in the Star-catching Building because of physical discomfort.

I think she will never leave the small building again. Although she is not dead yet, she is still dead.

Ada looked at Jing Jiu, tried to see some emotions and reminiscences on his face, but found that he could not see anything, and couldn't help but use his spiritual sense to ask: "You don't have any ideas?"

Jing Jiu said: "Death is the worst, and the second worst is old."

Ada thought about the wrinkled old lady with a rickety body, and after a moment of silence, he meowed softly.

Yes, no one wants to die or grow old, but even when I am old, how can these poor humans escape?

He looked at his face on the water, feeling a little sad, thinking that even his beard was white.

Jing Jiu said: "Your beard is originally white."

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This is a wilderness.

Several rivers flow slowly and quietly in between, sometimes meeting and sometimes separating, just like those things in life.

There are many houses scattered in the fields, and the villages in midsummer are full of cicadas, but they are even more secluded.

Jing Jiu stood under the tree, looked at the distance and didn't know where, and suddenly said, "He shouldn't be here anymore."

Hearing these words, Ah Da's spirit finally relaxed, and he circled his legs hundreds of times, carrying some green leaf debris, and looked extremely cheerful.

After a few breaths, it was a little tired from running, and it lay down on the ground, with its feet facing the sky, showing its belly.

Jing Jiu thought for a while, took the chill out and threw it beside it.

Hanchan was watching the stars over there, and suddenly found himself back to Chaotian Continent. He didn't know what had happened and was a little at a loss. Until he saw the appearance of Lord White Ghost, he understood what Jing Jiu was going to do by himself, and quickly turned over. Go, the six limbs are upright, and the belly is also exposed.

Jing Jiu looked at Chu Zijian in his arms.

In the Guocheng Temple a few years ago, Liu Shisui gave him several letters, and he also replied several letters. The other party talked about Buddhism in the letter, and he talked about reincarnation.

Those things seem to have nothing to do with cultivation, but he believes that with the other's cultivation talent and wisdom, he can definitely see what he really wants to say from the lines.

After reading the letter, the other party is touched before they decide to go to Xihai to get the first sword.

Yes, he already knew that brother was in Guocheng Temple.

Now that Chu Zijian is in his hand, if the senior brother really wants to become a sword student, he must come to himself.

He went to the Xuanling Sect to promise to kill for Se Se, and he also hoped to lure the brother out.

Liu Ci will let him go, but he must die.

For the same reason, the person that the brother hates most is him, as long as he has the opportunity, he will find a way to kill himself, not to mention that there are more first swords now.

He stayed in the Suspended Bell Sect for a few days, and left for a few days. The old man should have been able to find himself. The senior brother should have come no matter how far away, but... he didn't come.

If there is no Chuzijian, how are you going to solve your own problems?

Jing Jiu collected the Chuzi Sword, the cat and the chilling cicada, and tapped Tianlong on his toes, and he was more than a hundred feet away.

After more than ten breaths, he crossed those quiet rivers, scattered villages, unknown trees and still green wheat fields, and saw the big city in the distance.

There is a hill more than ten miles behind, with dense woods and disturbing hooked weeds.

In the middle of summer, it doesn't feel hot here, but rather cold. Dew grows on the leaves, and the weeds are even covered with a shallow layer of frost.

With his hands on his back, Yuan Qijing watched Jing Jiu walk into Chaoge City, confirmed that Master would not appear, and turned away with some regret.

The wind and snow fell.

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There is an unusual town in the northwest of Chaotian Continent. Because it is closer to the snowy field, the weather here is like spring in the middle of summer.

A carriage was about to leave the city, but was stopped by a fan of the Wind Knife.

Not far from the city is Lengshan. In the past two years, the Fengdao Sect has cooperated with the court to clean up the evil spirits, and various searches have become more stringent.

The wind-knife cultists did not find any problems, and when they lifted the driving curtain, there was a smell of medicine on their faces.

There is a small stove in the car, and black concoction is boiled, and it looks extremely bitter.

A young boy was lying on the soft couch, with delicate eyebrows, but his face was very pale. He looked a little weak, but his smile was still so sweet.

An old man with a bad red nose and half-bald is reporting to him, looking like he should be an old servant in the house.

The wind knife cultivator saw so many patients who wanted to go to Baicheng to worship Buddha, and said in his heart a pity, lowered the curtain, and waved to pass.

With coughing, the carriage passed through the gate and headed for the wasteland.

This is a remote place far away from the prosperous area of ​​the Central Plains. The Jing Dynasty is still under effective governance. The official road on the wasteland outside the city is actually paved with bluestone. After more than a hundred years, it is still solid. With the help of practitioners.

The wheels were crushing the hard bluestone slabs, making a clicking sound, the carriage kept shaking, and the coughing inside never stopped.

The ancestor Xuan Yin looked at Yin San who was pale, his eyes were full of worry, and there were other complicated emotions.

He has finally gained some trust from real people, but for people like them, the word trust doesn’t make much sense. What’s more troublesome is that real people don’t seem to work. If the real person does not tell him how to avoid the green mountain sword formation on the day of his death, what will he do? So...

He said sincerely: "You really want to live forever!"

Hearing these words, Yin San couldn't help laughing and coughing violently.

As he coughed, his body under his clothes protruded from time to time, and then gradually calmed down, looking extremely strange.

It's not like a real body, but more like a wooden pile that has been broken and disrepaired.

Yin San opened the window, looked at the wasteland outside, coughed and said, "I still drink the bar."

The fresh air on the wasteland poured into the carriage, quickly blowing away the strong smell of medicine, but there was always a smell that could not be dissipated.

It is a smell of decayed trees.

The ancestor took the medicine pot from the stove, replaced it with a hip flask, put his palm on it, and after a few breaths, the wine temperature reached the most suitable level.

Warming wine for real people is such a delicate work, his ancestor of Xuanyin Sect, of course, is more precise than fire control.

The smell of the wine in the flask exudes, there is a very strong flavor of star anise and aniseed.

The old ancestor smoked his red nose, thinking that the wine didn't taste very good, how could it resemble the soup of braised feet.

The wine is also very weird. It is a very deep green. It is gently swayed in the glass, and slowly rises and falls on the wall of the glass, like oil.

The ancestor carried the wine glass with both hands and sent it to Yin San.

Yin San took the wine glass to his mouth, drank slowly but uninterruptedly, squinted and said, "Good wine."

It's amazing. After drinking this glass of wine, his cough really got better.

Looking at the curious expression of the old ancestor, Yin San smiled and said, "You also have a drink to try, not bad."

The ancestor thought for a while, poured himself a glass, drank it sideways, and then clicked his mouth.

No matter how strong the wine is, it is impossible to hurt him, but the irritation is still there, especially the wine is like oil, it vaporizes so quickly, it is like a fire that turns into water, giving people a kind of The warm feeling from the inside out is really good, he thought, no wonder real people like it so much.

"This is the most powerful wine in the world. It is generally used to mix and drink. Basically no one dares to drink purely, worrying about hurting the throat and stomach, but we can drink it easily."

Yin San drank another cup and said: "To feel its beauty, but not afraid of its harm. This is the benefit of the practitioner."

The ancestor Xuanyin also accompanied a glass and put down the glass.

Although this green strange wine is good, practitioners who can cultivate to his level are extremely capable of self-control.

There are really few people like Taiping Zhenren.

"If Chu Zijian was sent to Chaoge City Palace, it would be even harder to grab it."

The ancestor asked: "Why don't we do it?"

Yin San's face no longer paled after drinking, two lovely blushes appeared, and he said, "Yuan Qijing is rigid and not agile~IndoMTL.com~ But with a straight look, he rarely makes mistakes. This is what he and The biggest difference between Liu Ci, I don’t want to take risks."

The carriage left the official road paved with bluestone and drove diagonally into the desolate wilderness.

A few days later, accompanied by a bleak flute, the carriage came to the depths of Lengshan.

There is an extremely deep crack on the surface of the field. The magma gushing out has cooled down after two years and condensed into various strange shapes.

This is the trace left by Liu Ci's sword between heaven and earth. It must become the most famous scenery in Chaotian Continent in hundreds of years.

The ancestor Xuan Yin thought that if that sword cut himself, he would undoubtedly die.

His gaze followed the crack and looked more than a hundred miles away, falling into the Lieyang Gorge, which had turned into ruins, and was silent for a long time.

Everything is gone, and there is no Xuanyin Sect in the world.

Yin San looked at the picture outside the window, put the bone flute into his sleeve, and said: "As long as you live, Zongshan will be there."

I don't know if this sentence is comforting the ancestor or speaking to himself.

The ancestor thought about Su Ziye, who was gathering the separated disciples of Xuanyin Sect, and the Zhongzhou Sect, who had closed the mountain silently. He didn't speak, and helped Yin San get out of the car.

There was a gust of wind in the field.

Yin Feng flew over from nowhere and landed on the roof of the car.

The tail feather that had been cut off by Nan Xi was reborn. It looked a little short. It should not have fully grown, but the injury should be healed.

"You can all talk, then talk carefully, and talk about it if you don't agree."

Yin San looked at Yin Feng and smiled and said: "I need two scales, it should be able to agree."

(End of this chapter)

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