The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 97: Aspiration
In a certain world, a certain day of a certain year, a certain moment, twenty-six newborns are born at the same time. Δ"Read ΔBook"Δwww
These newborns are male and female, some are healthy, some are weak, some were born in the emperor's house, and some were abandoned in pigpens.
Some babies opened their eyes and saw Feijian Zongheng.
Some babies can only see the blue sky above their heads when they open their eyes.
A voice rang in their minds at the same time.
——This continent is composed of five countries, namely Chu, Luo, Qin, Zhao, and Qi.
The bronze cauldron controlled by the divine envoy represents the highest authority in the world. There has been no recognized king for hundreds of years.
There are no rules, no requirements, no help. Twenty-six newborns can only grow on their own strength. No matter what method is used, if they can unify the mainland and become the co-lord of the world, they will be recognized by the gods and get bronze. Kanae, that person is the victor of this question and will get the immortal urn of longevity.
The only restriction is that the highest level of cultivation in this world can only reach the first stage of the Golden Core Consummation, which is the first stage of the wild, and can no longer be improved.
After saying these words, the voice disappeared, and it never appeared in their minds ever since.
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You can see the blue sky when you open your eyes, which means that there is no tile above your head.
In fact, the baby was in a small tub at this time, and the tub was drifting on the river.
His eyes are a little godless, and he wonders if this is too unfair. Some people may be born with a golden key, why they are dying.
Is it an orphan here? Is it still going to be picked up by the nun's mother, and then repeat the life of that life again, picking up all kinds of good things?
He Zhan thought about these things and felt so boring. He really wanted to close his eyes, let the river wash himself down a certain cliff, then just die like this and leave.
But then he thought, with his luck, I was afraid that he would encounter some adventure when he fell under the cliff.
At this moment, the river was no longer so rushing. He looked at a woman doing laundry by the river from a distance, sighed, closed his eyes, and gathered his strength to cry.
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Seeing the baby full of sword light in the sky, it is natural to join a certain sect of spiritual practice.
Unfortunately, he is not the crystallization of a couple of Taoists. His parents are the handymen of this sect.
My mother, who had just given birth for a few days, struggled to get out of bed, tied him with a cloth on his back, and began to sweep the courtyard for the fairies.
While his mother didn't pay attention, he opened his eyes again and looked into the sky, and found that the practitioner who was obviously in the role of the teacher was only in the realm of contemplation.
Is this a fairy?
What should I do to grow up quickly, practice seriously, become a useful person, and then find the son?
The baby thinks about this difficult problem, and with the mother's actions, he gets drowsy and falls asleep again.
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The highest state of this world is only the first state of the wild, and the number of people is very small. Naturally, the status of practitioners is not as unattainable as Chaotian Continent.
The emperor who holds the highest power here is the emperor of the world. Being able to reincarnate as a prince is naturally the best result of luck.
Good-looking people are generally lucky.
Jing Jiu lay quietly in the temple for three days.
The sad emperor gradually calmed down and began to take care of the queen's funeral. Maybe he would think of him anytime, and he would look over.
Those mothers and court ladies have naturally washed him clean.
The afternoon in the late spring is always sleepy. The palace becomes very quiet, and the court ladies and eunuchs don't know where to take a nap.
He opened his eyes, stood up slowly, and got used to the weak body.
He is more experienced than others in this area.
He walked seven steps on the bed, looked at the sky, looked at the ground, and probably understood the current situation.
Then he looked into the distance and felt the ethereal ringing in the void, which made him feel more relieved.
If someone sees a three-day-old baby, he gets up on his own and walks a few steps, maybe he will be scared to death.
He lay down again, closed his eyes, and began to meditate.
Heaven and earth are sparsely spiritual here. For ordinary practitioners, one year of practice here might not be as good as the original day.
But when he was trapped in a snowy field, he had similar experience, and I believe he would be much faster than others.
The same sentence, as long as you live long enough, and you seldom go down the mountain, you have to understand more.
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Time just passed by like this.
Jing Jiu practiced every day. From the eyes of the court ladies and eunuchs, it was sleeping.
Of course, some people are worried about whether the prince sleeps for such a long time every day if he is born with deficiency or is ill, but the doctor has seen it several times and found no problems.
It is not a problem for Jing Jiu to be breastfeeding and excretion in the arms of a nurse. As long as the six senses are isolated, nothing matters.
The problem is that his appearance is still outstanding in this life. Now he is a baby, so naturally he looks particularly fond of watching, like a jade carved in ice.
When he was practicing, the court ladies thought he was asleep, and they couldn't help but touch his face or other places.
Regarding this matter, Jing Jiu thought about it very seriously, and finally decided to choose to be patient.
The Cloud Dreamland in the Mirror of Blue Sky obviously means "walking in the red dust".
These questioners should live here for many years, and their patience and experience of mundane life are part of their sentiment.
Jing Jiu always thinks that Guocheng Temple's dancing in the red is very stupid and does not require any sentiment. The reason why he chose to endure is entirely because he has no way to refuse.
In the years since then, he practiced seriously in the palace, occasionally cooperating with crying a few times.
One year later, he felt that ordinary babies should be able to start talking, so he started to speak, startling the maid and the maid who served him.
I thought it might be because his pronunciation was too standard, and what he said when he opened his mouth was not either mother or father or any onomatopoeia, but: hot.
The mother confirmed with the court lady several times before he was sure that he was talking about hot words, and he wanted to express the same meaning.
People in the palace were worried about the prince’s cold, and they often wrapped him like rice dumplings, even in the late spring.
He doesn't have any anger right now, so naturally he can't talk about being cold and hot. It's really hot already.
In the next year, apart from practicing, Jing Jiu also did a very important thing.
One day he saw two palace ladies playing chess, and found that their chess skills were not much worse than Tong Yan.
He designed some things, and those court ladies and grandmothers failed the test. (Note)
This made him confirm that the people here are not real beings, and this is an illusion.
For other questioners, this question may not make much sense, but he thinks it is very important.
He also fully grasped his own situation this year.
He is the Ninth Prince of Chu.
The eight elder brothers or sisters in front died before they were born.
The queen gave birth to him extremely hard, and died of dystocia.
In other words, he is the only heir to Chu State.
Accordingly, for such a child, the emperor should regard it as a treasure.
But the Emperor of Chu is not a common emperor.
The emperor of Chu's poems and songs are very well written, the paintings are better, the literary style is elegant, and the empress is incomparable. He refused the minister's request for a new establishment, and even dismissed all the concubines in the palace. In addition to attending the court meeting, he spent most of the time drinking, playing and singing, and missed his late wife.
Jing Jiu was not touched, because the fragrance of wine and singing every night would easily remind him of Nan Wang on the opposite peak.
Because of his deep affection for his wife, Emperor Chu didn't like the son who caused his beloved wife's tragic death.
The Kingdom of Chu is in the south of the mainland.
Compared with the three powers of Qin, Zhao, and Chu, Chu’s sense of national existence is extremely weak and often overlooked.
Jing Jiu was very satisfied with these, even thought it was perfect.
If you continue to practice in the palace, life will go on like this, it will be difficult to quickly grasp the outside world, but he doesn't care.
In Qingshan, he didn't pay attention to the things of the world.
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One year in the dream, about one day in the reality.
The dzi beads projected into the sky in the sky, changing at an incredible speed, bringing out countless threads of light and shadow.
The eyesight of practitioners far exceeds that of ordinary people, so they can vaguely see the content in those quick pictures.
Occasionally, the picture slows down. People outside the valley see some babies babbling, some babies pretending to be cute, and some babies thinking hard like old people.
Twenty-six questioners have different growths in different situations.
No one noticed that in those slower scenes, there is often a blue bird appearing, either on the branch or on the eaves.
Some people felt that they could not see clearly, or felt that they were not interesting, and left the meeting place.
More people are staring at the light curtain thoughtfully.
Those fast-moving scenes make it hard not to remind people of how short life is.
Baiju crossed the gap, and the sparks were all talking about the same truth.
Time is fleeting and should be cherished. Please walk on the road.
Or this is to ask about the meaning of the conference.
For some people, this trial in the cloud dream world is more like a good show.
Sese and the girl from Shuiyue'an sat under a big locust tree, eating dried fish, looking at the screen on the light curtain, guessing the identities of the babies.
They couldn't guess where the river was actually.
Know that He Zhan has always been known for good luck in the spiritual world.
But they easily recognized who the Chu prince was.
Three days after birth, you have to walk seven steps in bed. Are you planning to chant another poem?
Such a poser, who else could it be if it wasn't Jing Jiu.
Gu Qing didn't know that his master had become the prince of Chu, because he had not participated in the questioning meeting and had already left Yunmeng Mountain for hundreds of miles with his sword.
Passing through the range of Yunmeng Mountain's large formation, bid farewell to the Zhongzhou disciple who was seeing off. He looked at the valleys in the distance, and a look of worry flashed in his eyes.
This was Jing Jiu's request, and Gu Qing didn't quite understand what was going on.
But he remembered very clearly that at the time Jing Jiu said that no matter what the final result is, he would return to God Mofeng first.
This statement didn't make him feel at ease, but he was even more worried, because it was a bit bad to hear the hidden meaning in this sentence.
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It has been four years since the inquirers entered the cloud dreamland.
It's business as usual.
The ninth prince of Chu is four years old, and he is still so good-looking, but he rarely speaks unless he has to.
The emperor finally remembered this son, and occasionally came to see him after drinking.
But the Nine Princes couldn't get close to the emperor in any way. No matter how the mother taught him, he was always silent in front of the emperor.
A lot of discussions are gradually spreading in the palace and among the people.
Some people say that the birth of the Ninth Prince was unsuccessful, just because he was a demented child, and there is no use in having such a good-looking birth. Others said he was a freak. Some people even thought with malicious intent that if he was not the prince, he would be raised by human traffickers and then sent to the officials to play with the rich.
One afternoon, the hall was very quiet. The Ninth Prince was taking a nap. Several court ladies were talking gossip outside the window not far away, naturally speaking of those rumors.
Some court ladies feel that those rumors are facts.
The Nine Princes looked a little silly, and often sat in the imperial garden alone without knowing what they were looking at or thinking.
Some court ladies totally disagree with this statement.
"His Royal Highness is very clever. When I played chess with Sister E, I was about to die. His Highness helped me drop a piece when passing by and saved it."
"How old is Your Royal Highness? And who saw him learn chess with her husband? It's just luck."
The lady of the court looked around, chuckled and said, "If you are talking about Prince Jing, that's pretty much the same."
Listening to the name of Prince Jing Shizi, the eyes of several court ladies lit up.
The Kingdom of Chu is not stronger than Qin, Zhao, and Qi, the only one who can be known is Prince Jing, who has been stationed at the border with Luo country all the year round.
It is said that the prince Jing Shizi was born on the same day as the Ninth Prince ~ IndoMTL.com~, but the difference can not be calculated.
The elder son is smart and can write poetry at a young age. Chess is especially good. He treats people like a spring breeze.
It is said that Prince Jing loves his son very much and regards him as a jewel in his palm.
"If it wasn't for my child's frailty, I should have won the title at the age of 30."
Speaking of those rumors, the ladies of the court were very excited and a little regretful, thinking that Prince Jing would be perfect if it were not congenital deficiencies.
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Jing Jiu's sleep is practice, so he didn't really fall asleep, and listened to the conversation of the palace ladies outside the window in the distance.
He knew that he had met the first of his kind in this world, but he was still not sure whether the King Jing Shizi was Tong Yan or Sparrow Niang.
Of course, that elder son is born with deficiencies, and it may be in vain.
He has vaguely guessed what kind of person the inquirer will regenerate into after entering the cloud dream state.
As for why the Prince Jing is so unconcealed and not worried about being discovered by other questioners, it is actually very understandable.
Qingdao Trial is not as simple as playing a ring match, it takes a long time, and there are countless possibilities.
Prince Jing Jing is the same as him, the conditions are too good, no matter how to cover up, he will always enter the field of vision of other questioners.
Regardless of whether he is young or white, the sooner he reveals his identity, the greater the advantage he can gain.
Jing Jiu knew that he could not hide his identity.
Just like the words he and Zhao Layue said at the Xijian River-the sun will always be seen.
He didn't wait for the ungracious disciple and Zhuo Rusui to find himself like Prince Jing Shizi.
The path he has to follow is different from that of other questioners.
Just like in reality.