The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 88: Silver bells jingle, different meanings

Nan forgot to smoke his nose and raised his head to look at Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui. The pity in his eyes has changed back to indifference, and said, "You don't need to sympathize with him. Maybe he thinks this is better and saves you. A lot of trouble."

For example, you don’t need to take a bath, you don’t need to eat, you don’t need to satisfy your own desires, such as many things, but...what is the difference between that and a dead person?

"Chanzi also said that that day, maybe he just couldn't bear to cut off all the causes and effects of Jingyang."

Nan Wang went on to say: "This body is his last connection with the previous life. He wants to come back instinctively, so he naturally doesn't want to wake up there."

I don't want all the smoke in the previous life to disappear, so I can't wake up in this life?

This statement sounds a bit too mysterious, but Chan Zi once discussed with Jingyang Zhenren for a hundred days, and he knows best about reincarnation and rebirth, and his opinion should be the closest to the truth.

"But...I can't come back anymore." Liu Shisui said sadly looking at the stone couch.

The remains on the stone couch are full of deep or shallow wounds, which have been soaked by immortal energy for many years and cannot be repaired at all.

"This cave has been hidden by him for so many years, which shows that he has not really given up his heart, but he knows that one day he will face the final choice."

Nan Wang said: "That's why he left the black card, and he doesn't want to give it to us directly, and he has to pass a hand at Xuantianzong..."

Choosing is the most difficult thing. Even if the right to choose is given to the most trusted person, it will not become easier, but the weight will be passed on.

Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui are very heavy at this time, what should they do?

Suddenly the sound of silver bells rang in the secluded cave.

Ada kept staring at the futon, not the sound of the silver bells around its neck.

The sound came from Nan Wang. It was the crisp sound of silver bracelets and silver jewellery hitting each other.

There was no wind in the cave, but her clothes floated.

An indescribable wild breath emanated from her body, followed by countless flower-like flames.

The wild aura is not so wonderful, but it seems to come from ancient times, with an inexplicable sense of sacredness.

The heat waves emitted by the flames are not very compelling, but they have a magma-like weight.

She uses Southern Barbarian Magic.

Zhao Layue guessed what she was going to do, her expression changed slightly, but she didn't stop it.

Under Liu Shisui's unbelievable gaze, those flower-like flames fell on the stone couch, and fell on Jingyang's remains.

Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi.

Lying in the cave for more than a hundred years, the molting that hadn't changed at all, burned like this and turned into ashes in a very short time.

There is no impurity in the ash, and there is no different color.

Suddenly a wind came from the mountain, blowing the ashes on the stone couch, turning them into countless puffs of smoke, and then dissipating in the air.

Looking at the scene in front of them, Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui's hearts were filled with melancholy, as if to say goodbye to the most important existence in their lives that they had never seen before.

Nan Wangwei mocked and said: "If you die, you will die, so why not let it go and make so much illusion."

After saying this, she took her hands and walked outside the cave.

Ada sniffed the futon, waved his tail, turned and followed.

The silver bell rang in the front, and the silver bell rang in the back, echoing in the quiet and long passage, mixing with the sound of the sunless river, like a soul summoning.

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There has always been a legend in Qingshan that there are ghosts in Jianfeng.

Because that mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, because of the sharp sword intent, because of the sword embryos that fly out of the rock from time to time, the formation of this legend is well understood.

In fact, the owner of this Jianfeng is indeed a ghost.

In the sword canon of Qingshan School, sword ghost and sword spirit mean the same thing.

The moment Jingyang's last connection in this world disappeared, the mist of Jianfeng also dispersed for a moment, ushering in a bright sun.

The sun illuminates the collapsed rock and the cliff.

Ping Yongjia, who was sitting in the cave, didn't know where he went.

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The sun was really strong, Ping Yongjia couldn't help squinting her eyes, and after hesitating for a long time, she opened the wooden door in front of her and saw the small bridge in front of her.

As a true invisible sword body, it didn't take long for him to come from Qingshan to Dayuan City. Just like he did in the past, he would only run on the ground, and his speed would only be slower than Jing Jiu.

As for the green mountain disciples in the valley, they didn't even feel his arrival.

He slowly walked up the small bridge and walked across the stream, his steps were very light, lighter than the wind, and there was no sound.

By the round window of the Zen room, Xilai was holding Yinfeng's corpse and facing the lake Wujian, suddenly turned around and looked over.

Ping Yongjia can hide from everyone's perception, but he can't hide it from him.

Xi Lai's gaze fell on Ping Yongjia's slightly pale face, raising her eyebrows slightly, as if she had seen the strangest thing in the world.

Hearing the sound from the west, Yuanqu rushed into the Zen room at the fastest speed, and the gray, twists and turns of the strange sword followed in, making a buzzing sound, and aimed at Ping Yongjia. The back.

Zuo Rusui didn't even know when he appeared under the corridor, and the Swallowing Boat Sword was quietly resting on his lap. The Heavenly Sword Intent had been woven into a dense array, blocking the entrance of the Zen room.

Obviously they are from the same family, but they are so wary of Ping Yongjia's arrival, and they are even above the West.

"You really have been suspicious of me." Standing under the bridge, Ping Yongjia said aggrieved: "But have you thought about it? The premise for you to doubt me is to doubt Master?"

If it weren’t for suspicion that Ping Yongjia would take the opportunity to seize Jing Jiu’s current body, how could Zhao Layue refuse to return to Qingshan? How could Sanqianyuan suddenly become a separate courtyard of the Qingshan Sect?

Yuan Qu didn't speak, his expression was a little embarrassed.

This thing is really embarrassing.

Zuo Rusui sighed and said, "Even if we believe you, it's useless. Those two aunts are not there. I will come back to treat me afterwards. How can I stand it?"

Ping Yongjia took great courage to leave Qingshan and came here. Why did she leave here willingly and shouted into the Zen room: "Master, they suspect you are a bad person!"

Zhuo Rusui and Yuanqu are anxious, thinking that even if everyone thinks like this, how can you tell?

Ping Yongjia ignored them and continued to shout: "They always think that after you failed to ascend, you will be forced to switch to swordsmanship, which is to take my body...so now they are worried that I will come back from the tragedy. Take this body back."

Zuo Rusui couldn't care about anything anymore, she stood up and scolded: "What to shout! There are outsiders here! I've heard it!"

Ping Yongjia still ignored him, and continued to shout: "I did forget all the previous things. When I first knew my origin, I even had this kind of suspicion, but...but...I think it was certain at that time. It’s not like that."

Zhuo Rusui thinks you think it's a fart! If the real master didn't beat you out of everything with one sword, how could he turn to swordsman?

"It's definitely not the case anyway!" Ping Yongjia felt more aggrieved as he thought about it, and there was more crying in his voice.

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"Of course not."

A calm voice came from the Zen room.

Sanqianyuan became silent, Zhuo Rusui and Yuanqu were shocked and speechless, Ping Yongjia opened her mouth, not knowing what to say, not because there is a deep meaning in this sentence, although it does have a deep meaning, but It's because Jing Jiu said this sentence.

Jing Jiu walked out of the Zen room, with black hair like a waterfall scattered behind him, his beauty was beyond words, like a person in a dream.

No matter where you live, it's a big dream.

You can't wake up a person who pretends to be asleep, and you can't wake up a person who doesn't know he is in a dream. If you wake up, your dream is broken.

The whole world also woke up.

Whether it is the flowers in the lotus pond or the three disciples turned into ice sculptures.

Zuo Rusui quickly stepped aside.

Yuan Song passed a cloth tape at the fastest speed.

Gu Qing remembered the scene in the Qing Tianjian very clearly, and told him clearly.

Jing Jiu took the cloth tape, **** her black hair at will, looked at Ping Yongjia and said, "What are you thinking about?"

Ping Yongjia woke up from the surprise, and felt more aggrieved after listening to the master's words. He pointed to Zhuo Rusui and Yuanqu for a long time and could not speak, thinking that the brothers were thinking, what does it matter to me?

Jing Jiu ignored him, turned around and went to the lakeside, reaching out to the west with his right hand.

Xilai passed the Yin Feng in his arms.

Yin Feng's body was held by him for several days, still warm.

Jing Jiu raised his hand and threw Yin Feng's body into the sky.

Yin Feng suddenly scattered into countless light particles, faintly forming a big bird, the tail feathers have become very short, but the wings are longer, just like the phoenix in the painting.

The light particles rubbed against the air, bringing up countless flames, and gradually disappeared into the extremely high part of the sky, like a phoenix in another world.

Jing Jiu retracted his gaze, glanced at the middle-aged man next to him, and said, "Not bad."

Xi said: "It's okay."

Jing Jiu said: "Come on?"

Xi said: "Wait for three days~IndoMTL.com~ Zhuo Rusui, Yuanqu, and Ping Yongjia also rushed to the lake. Hearing this conversation, I wonder if you want to bathe in incense and change clothes?

"I don't have much confidence. Give me three days to prepare for the funeral."

Xilai smiled and said, "However, the feeling of not having confidence is a very interesting thing for me, so I think I should be able to kill you."

Jing Jiu had an expression of appreciation in his eyes, and said, "You are a bit interesting now."

Zuo Rusui wondered, do you two most boring people in the world know what it means?

Xilai left Sanqianyuan, leaving a few breeze to and fro on the lake.

Jing Jiu stretched his hand into the wind, and found that he still didn't feel anything, thinking it was really boring.