The Path Toward Heaven

The young son's surname is Li, and his father is the prefect of Dayuan City, so he is expected to be the prince of Dayuan City.

Because of the strict family upbringing, he doesn't have many cronies around him, but it's still inevitable that he will have a lot of entertainment.

Last night, he was invited to a banquet by a friend.

The friend knew that if he was in the city, he would not dare to set foot in the brothel, so he chose the location by the stream outside the city.

Here are a few yards where food and girls are very expensive.

Mr. Li had never seen such a situation before, he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles at the banquet, he couldn't sit still after being poured a few glasses of wine, so he slipped out with the excuse of urgency.

The courtyard was far away in the mountains, and the night was dark. He lost his way in a panic, walked along the stream, and came to the pool full of lotus flowers.

He didn't dare to walk casually anymore, he hugged his knees on the hillside and stayed up all night.

After his friend and the people in the yard found out, they were naturally very anxious, but they searched outside the mountain, not expecting him to be upstream in the stream.

After sitting in the middle of the night, Mr. Li's body was already stiff, and when the morning light appeared, he was greedy to see the lotus, but he couldn't stand still, and fell directly into the water, almost drowning.

Fortunately, there were two people by the water at the time.

Jing Jiu naturally wouldn't inquire about these things, this is what Mr. Li himself said.

Mr. Li followed them all the way back to the nunnery, talking about himself non-stop. If the journey was longer, maybe he would tell his whole life.

Jing Jiu and Guo Dong ignored him, and he didn't care. He didn't stop talking until he was stopped by the old nun, and turned around reluctantly to leave.

In the early morning of the next day, Mr. Li came to the nunnery again, bringing several large carts full of gifts.

He made a special trip to express his thanks and asked to see Jing Jiu.

Of course what he wanted to see was the weak and indifferent girl in the wheelchair, but how could he directly ask to see her, this was a matter of basic etiquette.

Jing Jiu didn't see him. To be precise, the old nun didn't pass on the transmission at all.

Mr. Li was not angry either. Looking back at the large carts of gifts, he thought that he was indeed too vulgar.

In the next few days, Mr. Li would visit the nunnery every day.

After being rejected by the old nun, he would stand outside the nunnery for half an hour and then leave, appearing very cultivated but persistent.

If there is no rain and wind, there will be a big sun. Outside the nunnery in midsummer, no matter what the situation is, it is not good.

Mr. Li insisted on coming, naturally he wanted to show his sincerity and impress people with his perseverance and determination.

The problem was that those two people in the nunnery couldn't be moved by such things.

On the hottest day, Mr. Li did not show up. The old nun was a little surprised, and finally felt relieved.

As night fell, he appeared outside the nunnery again.

He didn't disturb the old nun, and mustered up the courage to go into the nunnery, but was startled by the big horse on the grass.

Who would keep horses free-range like cats and dogs?

Mr. Li hissed at the horse and walked to the front of the stone bridge.

There was a layer of mist on the other side of the bridge, and he couldn't see the picture clearly, but he believed that the girl in the wheelchair was over there.

He took off the guqin, sat cross-legged on the ground, and started playing.

The gurgling sound of the piano appeared in the night.

At the beginning, he was very uneasy, afraid that the old nun would come and chase him, and even more afraid that the elder brother would come and beat him.

It was still early, but that girl was weak, and maybe she went to bed earlier than ordinary people. She disturbed people's dreams with the sound of the piano, and the beating was her own fault...

Thinking about these things, the sound of the piano became a little messy, and then returned to normal.

The old nun didn't show up, and Jing Jiu didn't jump out to kill him. The nunnery was quiet except for the sound of the piano.

Suddenly there was a sound of hooves.

The horse strolled over and stood beside him listening.

Mr. Li didn't feel embarrassed, but was very happy, and the sound of the piano became a little more cheerful.

Half an hour later, he finished playing, got up and picked up the guqin, greeted the horse, turned and left.

When he walked out of the nunnery, he could no longer suppress the emotions in his heart, let out a cry of joy, and then quickly covered his mouth.

In the following days, Mr. Li did not bask in the sun outside the nunnery, or was hit by the wind and rain. Instead, he would submerge into the nunnery after nightfall and play several songs.

No one cared about him, but the horse would stop and listen, and he was still very happy.

As long as the sound of the piano is here, she will always hear it.

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On the other side of the stone bridge, the mist persisted.

In the round window of the meditation room, Jing Jiu and Guo Dong sat opposite each other, listening quietly to the sound of the piano.

Jing Jiu can't play the piano.

Guo Dong once won the first place in the piano practice in Meihui, but he also can't play the piano.

But they can hear the good and bad of the piano.

Mr. Li's piano sound is very good, very clean.

So they didn't drive people away.

Just now that song was running water.

Now I'm playing Liangyeyin.

Jing Jiu knew that tonight would be here.

In this way, the days passed silently like running water.

Accompanied by the sound of the piano, the summer heat seems to be no longer so difficult, and it is gradually dissipating. It can really be called a good night.

One night, the sound of the piano did not appear.

Jing Jiu and Guo Dong looked at each other without saying anything.

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In the days that followed, the sound of the piano never appeared again.

Mr. Li has never been to the nunnery.

Many things are lost, or about to be lost, to feel precious.

Jing Jiu didn't think the sound of the piano was so precious, but he still remembered it occasionally.

He and Guo Dong continued to recuperate in the nunnery until the leaves outside the round window turned red.

After watching the autumn scenery for a few more days, it was time to leave.

The old nun is not a practitioner, and his lifespan is nearing the end of his life. It seems like an ordinary parting, but in fact it is hard to see each other again.

After talking to her a few words, Guo Dong pushed the wheelchair out of the nunnery by himself.

The old nun withdrew his gaze, looked at Jing Jiu and said, Miss Dong looks cold, but she is actually warm. Please take good care of her.

Jing Jiu said, I will.

The old nun asked again: What about the gift left by Mr. Li?

You can use it yourself.

Jing Jiu continued, I'll take that horse away, you don't need to keep it anymore.

The old nun thought about something, took out a box, and said, This gift is too precious, I really can't keep it.

Inside the box was a pill, exuding a faint fragrance, which turned out to be a elixir for ascetics.

This elixir is extremely precious compared to ordinary people, even as Mr. Li, it is extremely difficult to obtain such a elixir.

He should be asking for this elixir for the winter.

Jing Jiu wouldn't care about this level of pills, and knew that it was useless for winter, but after thinking about it, he still took it.

Then he found Baoshuju's logo on the box by accident.

I don't know whether that Li Taishou knows Baoshuju's owner or has contacts with Gu's family.

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Jing Jiu's next destination for the winter is Yujun, and they will pass through Dayuan City.

Dayuan City is extremely prosperous and lively, even in the car, you can hear a lot of voices.

Suddenly there was the sound of a piano in front, and then there was laughter.

Jing Jiu raised the curtain of the car and looked around, and found a qin master in Tsing Yi at the corner of the street, looking down at the guqin in front of him.

The luthier was ridiculed for some reason, and he didn't make any excuses, but his fingers on the strings were trembling slightly, whether it was embarrassment or sadness.

He seems to be a down and out man, with simple but extremely clean clothes, manicured nails, and even the Guqin is in excellent condition.

Aren't you going to complain to your father? Then play Liu Yuexue.

This guqin should be worth some money, why don't you sell it?

Selling a painting can be cheated, but can selling a piano make you smart?

Mr. Li, people like you should stay at home honestly and don't think so much.

Some honest neighbors came forward to persuade the crowd to disperse.

The luthier raised his head, with a self-deprecating smile on his face, it was Mr. Li whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

It's just that he didn't know what had happened, he was haggard, and there were white stars hidden between his temples.

Jing Jiu looked towards Guo Dong and found that she was looking out the window.

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Dayuan City is a big city, naturally there are many medical clinics, and there are also medical clinics that Jing Jiu wanted to find.

This time he didn't look at the flowers on the plaque in the medical hall, he walked in directly, and then took off his hat.

The doctor hurriedly welcomed him into the quiet room, and before he had time to digest the shock, he was again shocked and speechless because of Jing Jiu's question.

What happened to the prefect's mansion recently?

Is this little thing worth your attention?

The doctor thought so in his heart, but he still told the matter honestly.

Three years ago, Li Taishou had sent a memorial requesting that the second prince, Jing Yao, be made the crown prince.

At that time, His Majesty ignored it, which could be regarded as his protection.

Those ministers in the imperial court who supported Jing Xin did not forget this incident.

After the Zhenmo prison incident, the situation in the court became more and more complicated, and all kinds of struggles hidden behind the scenes became more intense.

The two sides tore their faces apart, and Prefect Li became their key target.

No official could stand the investigation, and Li Taishou was easily found out to be involved in a serious bribery case several years ago, and was immediately dismissed from office.

The tree fell and everyone pushed, and the Li family who moved out of the prefect's mansion naturally had a very miserable life. Li Taishou fell ill in bed, stayed up for dozens of days, and passed away a few days ago.

In addition to his grief, Mr. Li felt extremely angry and unwilling. He felt that his father was an upright official, and he must have offended the princes in the court before he was framed. So he began to appeal for his father and wanted to reverse the case.

If you want to wash away your grievances, you can't just rely on reason, but more importantly, money.

Mr. Li became a seller of property, and finally opened up some doors, and got acquainted with a certain confidant of Mr. Lu in Yu County.

Now came the critical moment of giving money, Mr. Li did not hesitate to take out the most valuable and last thing in the house, and entrusted a friend whom he had known for many years to sell.

It was an ancient painting handed down from the ancestors of the Li family.

When Mr. Li became a seller, it was that friend who helped him, so he didn't care.

Who would have thought that that friend ran away with that ancient painting...

Now Mr. Li had no other choice, he was forced to go to the street to play the piano, and wanted to raise some money.

After hearing this, Jing Jiu remained silent.

The doctor looked at him and said, That bribery case is true, at least there is no grievance in this regard.

Of course Jing Jiu understood, not to mention the bribery case, even the memorial to invite Li Jingyao, that Li Taishou was also speculating.

How old was Jing Yao at that time? Duke Lu must have seen it clearly, otherwise he would definitely keep this person, why would that Mr. Li try to find a way to get acquainted with Duke Lu's cronies.

Jing Jiu was about to leave.

The doctor thought of a big event, and hurriedly said: The matter of the Zhongzhou faction has been settled, and I will report it to you.

Jing Jiu thought, don't you need to ask yourself now?

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Mr. Li returned home, untied the guqin, arranged it carefully, and walked into the backyard.

Naturally, the current home is far from the prefect's mansion, and even the servant is only an old man, but he cleaned the yard very clean.

Looking at the figure in the kitchen, he rubbed his face, walked over with a smile on his face, and said, Mom, with your skills, you can't even steam salted fish for dinner, let me do it.

While talking, a muffled sound suddenly sounded in the yard.

He was startled, turned around and looked, and found that it was a box.

The chest is full of gold leaf.

Mr. Li was taken aback again.

After a while, he came to his senses, and hurriedly pushed open the side door of the backyard and chased into the street.

There was no one on either side, only a carriage was leaving.

Mr. Li recognized the horse, with a surprised smile on his face, he ran a few steps to that side, waved his hand and wanted to shout...

He stopped, and slowly lowered his right hand.

He didn't speak, and watched the carriage go away, filled with a myriad of emotions, tears streaming down his face.

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Guo Dong didn't ask why, and Jing Jiu didn't talk about it again.

There are more important things, such as the date of the Zhongzhou faction meeting has been officially set, just three years later.

Undoubtedly, this is the biggest event in the practice world after Master Jingyang's ascension.

The Zhongzhou faction had sent invitations to the Qingshan sect very early on, and Bai Zao had seriously reminded Jing Jiu several times that it must be of great benefit.

This is a very common thing in the practice world. Any grand event must have some fairies that are worthy of the grade, just like what is called a lottery in the mortal world.

But this time the Zhongzhou faction brought out something so precious that it was an immortal talisman.

Of course, there are corresponding rules, otherwise it will eventually evolve into a few Datongtian grabbing talismans, what's the point of that.

Jing Jiu will go.

There are several ways to heal winter injuries, among which the most direct and perfect method is filling the body with immortal energy.

The immortal energy mentioned here does not describe the temperament, nor the immortal energy, but the true immortal energy.

The exiled immortal has no immortal energy, so he can't do it.

Before Jingyang, Bai Ren was the last person in Chaotian Continent to ascend to immortality.

Bai Ren was the head of the Zhongzhou School at that time, and now Bai Zao's grandma is Bai Zao's grandma.

The ascetics of his generation are used to calling him Mr. Bai.

If the five hundred years of Chaotian Continent's history were written by him and his senior brother, Mr. Bai played a similar role thousands of years ago.

And her influence has continued until now, because after she ascended, she left behind several celestial talismans.

The Zhongzhou faction once used one of the talismans to seriously injure the Underworld Emperor, and suppressed him in the Demon Suppressing Prison for hundreds of years.

The Immortal Talisman of Longevity brought out by the Zhongzhou School this time is not a supreme treasure of that level, but a secondary talisman.

The vice talisman is also a celestial talisman, if ordinary people get the immortal energy in it, it will be enough to renew their roots and embark on the avenue of cultivation, and if a practitioner can get it, it can prolong life for dozens of years.

As for how much lifespan it can increase, no one knows, because no one has ever used it.

What do you want to do with such a large capital under Yunmeng Mountain this time?

Guo Dong frowned slightly and said.

Jing Jiu didn't want to see her worrying about the country and the people, and said, Don't think so much, it's for your use anyway.

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(My boss and I got married for the first time, not to show off, but thinking of someone who has said many times that only a virgin can write that kind of novel well, so there is less love and romance, or writing romance novels is better. I don’t plan to write about love. Romance is also about emotion and people. I wrote the last three chapters very seriously, and everyone’s response is good... Well, but I still don’t know how to write romance content! Writing a story is an exchange between the author and the reader. , These chapters are also chatting, talking about not being confident, not ready to move, being liked is a good thing, if you don’t like the other party, then be grateful, turn away is the best. Leaving is a skill that everyone should learn. But some skills don’t need to be practiced, for example, when I was young, I drank too much wine twice and learned football broadcasting with the voice of Mr. Shan Tianfang. I don’t mean to show off that I have saved manuscripts, because I don’t have saved manuscripts, I only have a super strong control ability... This is what I’m showing off. As for how Jing Jiu got that longevity scroll... If you want to know what happened next, let’s listen to the next chapter. Everyone, goodbye, good night.)