The Path Toward Heaven

Chapter 358

The spring is deep outside the window, and you can sleep well about it.

When I woke up after winter, it was a few days later.

She looked across and found that Jing Jiu was still sitting there, as if he hadn't moved, but the cup of tea was gone.

Jing Jiu withdrew his gaze from the window, watched what she wanted to say, but finally didn't say it.

She said, Do you think I'm a lunatic? With such a humble state, I actually want to kill Xilai.

Jing Jiu said, It's really unwise.

Guo Dong said: Tong Yan said the same thing. In the vegetable garden of Baotong Temple, he persuaded me privately several times.

Jing Jiu thought to herself that you have never been a girl who listens to advice.

I have a nephew named He Zhan, who is quite silly. If you have a chance in the future, help me take care of him.

Without waiting for his answer, Guo Dong continued, I went to Xihai because I thought it was possible. As long as it was possible, I wanted to try it.

Jing Jiu said: The premise of any adventure should be that there is no other choice.

Guo Dong said: I don't have much time, so I think it can be equivalent to having no other choice.

Jing Jiu said, I said you won't die.

Guo Dong said: Even if I can survive this time, there is not much time left.

Jing Jiu understood what she meant, and turned to look at the scenery outside the window.

The feeling of spring is already so deep that it is about to become moldy. It is not as beautiful as it was a few days ago, and it is not as good as the red leaves in late autumn.

The spring silkworm will die when it reaches the dead silk, but it is not really dead, and then it will turn into a beautiful moth and spread its wings to fly farther.

It's just that moths don't live very long.

Jing Jiu calculated very clearly that if he used this method for the winter, the life left behind would not be too long.

If she doesn't use this method, she can live for at least another two hundred years in her state, but she has no hope of breaking through the sky and seeing the scenery elsewhere.

And even if she uses this method, the hope of ascension is still very small, only slightly increased, or even negligible.

It is a magnificent gamble to exchange a life like still water for a glimmer of possibility.

If someone else knows the choice of winter, might they say it's worth it?

Jing Jiu would not say such a thing, because if it were him, he would have chosen the same way.

This is the fateful choice of ascetics, and he thinks it should be called the meaning of existence of ascetics.

So I'm a little anxious.

After saying this, Guo Dong fell asleep again.

Yes, she is in a hurry.

She was anxious to find her heir, so she sent a jug of fine wine by the lake, and even participated in the next Meihui in person.

She was eager to make up for the regrets of the year, so she went to Baicheng from time to time, and said things that didn't really mean much in that temple.

She will go to Xihai because of this.

Jing Jiu walked up to her, knelt down and looked at her face, and remained silent for a long time.

He was ready to leave.

In Chaoge City, after hearing what Bai Zao said, he just wanted to meet her.

Now that I have seen it, that is enough.

As long as she returns to Shuiyue Nunnery, he will return to Qingshan, and when everything is ready, he will come to find her and heal her injuries.

Now it seems that she is unwilling to go back to Shuiyue Nunnery, and prefers to stay in the world.

Just like previous years.

From Baotong Temple to Baicheng, from Chaoge to Xihai, she walked enthusiastically in the world like a gust of wind.

She is a person with a fiery nature who can never be idle, and she doesn't like to stay in the same place for too long.

This was one of the many things she had said to him hundreds of years ago.

He didn't care about what she said, what she liked, what she didn't like.

Now those words are all resurfaced in his mind, very clearly.

Ascetics have a really good memory, but this is actually not a good thing.

Jing Jiu decided to stay.

After he came out of Zhenmo Prison, he only stayed in Chaoge City for a few days, and then took Gu Qing to Xihai. The journey was full of wind and rain, and he was seriously injured.

He hasn't fully comprehended and mastered the Nether Immortal Sword yet, and the new realm is not stable enough, so it takes time to feel it and digest it.

After digestion is not the end, but the real beginning.

After entering the Demon Prison and learning the Soul Fire Control from the Underworld Emperor, his practice embarked on a completely different path from his predecessors.

Neither the ancestors of Qingshan nor the genius sword cultivators of Wuenmen, Kirishima and other places have walked this road. In Chaotian Continent's history, or some demons have tried similar methods, such as the devil's embryo arresting the soul, but they are only similar in form, and they are still two completely different levels in essence.

If he can walk through this path of practice, Qingshan Sword Sect will open up a new world, and it can even be directly regarded as the establishment of a sect.

Such a big event naturally takes time to think and prepare.

The view of this nunnery is excellent, the sound of the quiet lake is soft, no one disturbs, it is a good place for thinking.

Well, let's stay here for a while.

Jing Jiu thought so.

...

The feeling of spring is very deep, and the feeling of summer is approaching. The peaks of the Qingshan Mountains located in the south of the sky, the feeling is more obvious.

There is a large barrier, so it won't be too hot to make people uncomfortable, but the obviously darkened jungle color still makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Zhao Layue raised her eyebrows slightly, looking at the greasy peaks.

A monkey's cry came from the peak, the voice was very cheerful, it must be Gu Qing who came back.

He stood behind Zhao Layue, lowered his head and said, He Zhan ran away.

He Zhan's realm strength is extraordinary, he has always been known as the second best in the world among the younger generation of practitioners, when he decided to run away, there was really no way for Lu Qing to stop him.

Yuan Qu stood aside, feeling a little strange, wondering why the senior brother didn't just kneel down like last time, but just lowered his head?

I found something from the shutter people, or they let me know on purpose.

Lu Qing raised his head with a weird expression, and explained the news he got in detail.

There were many details in the news given by the shutter man, and Jing Jiu didn't even miss Jing Jiu's exchange of a piece of gold leaf for a wheelchair.

Zhao Layue listened silently, and said, It's good to be alive.

Gu Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Layue thought to herself, it seemed that Guo Dong was still alive, but his injuries were serious, and she said, You go and put it on the cliff of Jinbian Creek.

Lu Qing was startled, took a black stone she handed over, and looked at Yuan Qu.

Yuan Qu shook his head, saying that he didn't know what it meant.

Zhao Layue said: I want to use it for sword practice.

Gu Qing left with his sword.

Zhao Layue sat down cross-legged, closed her eyes and began to adjust her breath.

The Firth sword was quietly hanging on her head, vibrating slightly, and might fly out at any time.

The peak is shrouded in bright red light.

Yuan Qu understood what the master wanted to do and was so impressed.

A powerful swordsman can kill people at a distance of tens of miles or even farther.

But to do something so horrific, you first have to locate the target.

If you can see each other, of course it doesn't matter.

That's what Zhao Layue did when he killed Luo Huainan in Guihua City.

Most of the time, the sword repairer couldn't see where his target was at all.

At the beginning, Pei Baifa was able to seriously injure Xi Wangsun with a sword across thousands of miles in the Longevity Mountain, because Xi Wangsun held the Chuzi sword in his hand.

And the Emperor of God had already imprinted his soul on the sword of the first child.

Zhao Layue asked Gu Qing to take the black stone to the cliff of Jinbian Creek, in order to practice this flying sword killing technique.

The Golden Whip Creek Cliff is 17 miles away from the peak, which is the furthest killing distance of Youye Chujing, which is why Yuan Qu admired him so much.

I don't know if Lu Qing has placed the black stone properly.

Zhao Layue suddenly opened her eyes.

black and white.

Firth sword broke through the air and left.

A sword whistle sounded from the top of the peak.

A mass of white turbulence appeared in the sky hundreds of feet high, and then an extremely ear-splitting explosion sounded.

Firth Sword disappeared without a trace.

After a while.

There is movement in the mountains in the distance.

The breeze brushed the sleeves of his clothes lightly, and the sword intent lingered for a long time.

Yuan Qu felt the killing intent contained in this sword, and his face turned pale.

I don't know how Gu Qing by the Golden Whip Creek will feel.

...

Apart from Qingshan, there were naturally others who would ask the shutter-roller about Jing Jiu's whereabouts.

The shutter man didn't provide too many details, such as the wheelchair and where Jing Jiu last appeared, but he didn't forget to mention the iron sword behind Jing Jiu.

Obviously, this is deliberately selected news.

People only know that Jing Jiu disappeared in the past few years because he was preparing to break the border. Few people knew that he had been to Chaoge City, and no one knew that he had been to Xihai.

The iron sword is still there... That means his realm is still stagnant, and even the Wuchang realm cannot be called perfect.

This made the practitioners feel a lot of emotion.

Could it be that another genius will stop at this point, and then be turned into a name that is only occasionally mentioned by the years?

...

Spring to summer solstice.

Dayuan City is a famous summer resort in Chaotian Continent, but it is still a little stuffy.

In the Zen room, Guodong woke up for the ninth time.

All the celestial silks on her body had turned white, and were blown by the lake wind that penetrated through the round window, breaking apart bit by bit like ashes, and then scattered invisible.

Jing Jiu asked, Steady?

Guo Dong hummed, feeling the hot wind outside the window falling on his face, feeling slightly unhappy.

Ascetics don't suffer from cold and heat, it doesn't mean they don't like the cool world, especially people like her.

Jing Jiu noticed her expression and the look of fatigue between her brows, thought for a while, got up, went to the opposite side, and hugged her.

Guo Dong looked at him, expressionless.

Jing Jiu didn't explain, just carried her out of the meditation room and put her on the wheelchair.

The sound of a wheelchair crushing bluestone can be heard.

The days that followed kept ringing.

Jing Jiu pushed the wheelchair and walked by the lake, chasing the wind in the shade.

Now that she no longer sleeps for a long time, she can talk to him, but not as much as he imagined, and more often she is silent.

When it was cloudy, he would push her to bask in the sun, but after a while, he would hear her fidgety voice.

After a few days, the heat became more severe, the nunnery was in a deep valley, the wind was relatively small, and the lake was steaming, making it even more sultry.

Winter's mood is getting worse and worse, and he keeps complaining.

Jing Jiu knew that she just couldn't be idle anymore and wanted to go outside for a walk, so he asked the old nun if there was any scenery nearby.

The old nun said that when they came, they saw a lake at the confluence of the two streams. There were many lotus flowers growing in the lake. The scenery was very nice and relatively cool.

Dayuan City is a famous summer resort in Chaotian Continent. Jing Jiu thought that if there was such a good place, it would be overcrowded and inconvenient.

The old nun said it was okay, there were very few people in Dayuan City who knew about the lake, especially in the early morning, and it was a good idea to take the girl to relax.

In the early morning of the next day, Jing Jiu pushed his wheelchair and left the nunnery. The old nun watched him leave from behind with a gratified expression on his face.

There is actually no lake at the junction of the two streams, but a pool of water.

There are dense lotus branches growing in the pool, completely covering the water surface, the breeze is blowing, and the pink lotus is fresh and tender in the morning light, which is really beautiful.

Jing Jiu thought of the water pool in the Devil's Prison, and felt a little interesting.

The wheelchair stops at the edge of the water where the lotus leaves are densest.

The morning light is getting stronger.

Neither of them spoke.

Suddenly there was the sound of water in the pool, and the lotus leaves shook wildly, revealing a person.

The man waved his hands towards the shore, ups and downs in the water, the pool water kept pouring into his mouth, he couldn't speak anymore, he could only make a whining sound.

Jing Jiu and Guo Dong looked at him quietly, neither saying a word nor offering a helping hand.

The man's eyes were full of despair and absurdity.

If he still had time to think at this time, he would definitely think, you are so close, why didn't you save me?

Even if you don't save me, why do you quietly watch me die?

It didn't take long before the man was exhausted and sank to the bottom of the water, his outstretched hands helplessly slapped the lotus leaf twice.

Jing Jiu and Guo Dong still didn't move.

After a while.

Jing Jiu said, It's true.

Guo Dong was a little surprised, and said, I never suspected it was fake.

Jing Jiu was silent for a while, then said, I thought you wanted to confirm the situation before making a decision.

Guo Dong looked at him and said, I am disabled now, and I can only be saved by you.

...

The man was lying on the ground, his chest heaving slightly, spitting out some water from time to time, looking like a dying goldfish,

The man was very young, he should be a son of a rich family by his attire, for some reason he appeared in this remote pool early in the morning, and almost drowned.

After a while, the young gentleman finally regained his strength, stood up with difficulty, bowed to Jing Jiu, and thanked him for saving his life.

Then he turned to Winter in the wheelchair and wanted to thank him, but his body froze.

The girl in the wheelchair looked a little weak, but her expression was so calm, as if she had already looked down on life and death.

The young man's eyes brightened up like stars.

He finally found his own light.

Guo Dong didn't like this warm look in his eyes, so he said, Let's go.

Jing Jiu pushed the wheelchair away.

The young man watched them leave in a daze, and he came to his senses after a long while, and quickly chased after them, thanking them repeatedly, and asking about their background.

Jing Jiu ignored him.

Guo Dong didn't look at him.

Thinking of a possibility, the young master felt that his behavior really offended Meng Lang, so he stammered and said, You two, you two are...

Jing Jiu was not prepared to answer this question.

In fact, he didn't even know what kind of relationship he should have with her.

In the past hundreds of years, they have fought against each other several times, but the outcome is not important.

A total of participation in the avenue, but embarked on a completely different path.

Not an enemy, but vowed never to see each other again.

What is the relationship?

Zhao Layue had her own judgment after hearing the past events between Master Jingyang and Lian Sanyue.

This relationship is complicated.

That's why she was so vigilant when facing Shuiyue Temple.