The Path Toward Heaven

(I mixed up the colors of Jing Jiu and Tong Yan's chess pieces. The manuscript has been changed. I don't want to write out this chapter in the chapter, so let's put it there first, and bow to everyone.)

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Mo Gong understood Jing Jiu's meaning and said, The way is different.

The avenue was ahead, but he failed to take that step in the end. It was because he had the world in his heart, and this was a sacrifice he was willing to make.

Jing Jiu had no opinion on this, but had some regrets.

But to Mo Gong, Jing Jiu can see that he is only one step away from the way of heaven, but it shows a problem, which is the problem he has been worried about all along.

The famous idiot emperor was definitely not an idiot.

Back when Shaoyue told me about His Majesty, I felt that he was a little vague. Thinking about it now, he knew at that time that His Majesty is a true genius.

Mo Gong looked at Jing Jiu and sighed, But for the sake of the common people in the world, I still want to invite His Majesty to die today.

The world is important, the country is light, and the king is even lighter, so you can die.

This sentence seems indifferent, but in fact it is like thunder, and it is qualified to be written in the history books.

Jing Jiu didn't respond, as if he didn't hear it.

The same is true for Liu Shisui.

Tong Yan suddenly felt something was wrong.

Everything is in his plan.

Even if Grand Scholar Zhang has no intention of proclaiming himself emperor, it will take a certain amount of time and energy to quell the fanaticism within the bureaucratic group, not to mention that Cangzhou has prepared a lot of things for the court to busy. With Mo Gong entering the palace, Jing Jiu has no chance of surviving, why is he still so calm now?

Tong Yan's eyes fell on the chessboard, and she suddenly saw a lot of meanings of life and death in it, and subconsciously clenched the armrest of the wheelchair with her right hand.

He suddenly raised his head, stared at Jing Jiu and said, This is impossible!

Jing Jiu said, Nothing is impossible.

Tong Yan was silent for a while, and said: Since you wanted to kill me from the beginning, Zhuo Rusui should have arrived by now.

Jing Jiu said, Yes, I don't know where he is either.

Tong Yan said: Zhuo Rusui is willing to listen to your arrangements, which means that he has not forgotten those past events, and neither has he. The Qingshan Sect is really amazing.

He vaguely guessed the identity of the bodyguard of the Wuenmen disciple, but there was no proof.

Forgetting is not because of the world of mortals, but because of the power of time.

Jing Jiu said: If you can't transcend time, you will always be a slave of time. A disciple of Qingshan must not be a slave.

Hearing this sentence, Mo Gong said thoughtfully, The so-called wish is also a shackle, which should be taken off like clothes.

Jing Jiu said, It's also the same reason.

Mo Gong looked at Xueting, and found that he couldn't see the depth of the young emperor. He suddenly said, If that's the case, why insist? Maybe there can be a better ending today.

As soon as the words fell, the cold wind and snow blew up, he disappeared from the spot, and the next moment he came to the pavilion, his hands fell on Tong Yan's wheelchair.

Looking at this scene, Liu Shisui looked a little chilly, and slowly put down the umbrella in his hand.

The other party's level is too high, if he shot at His Majesty at that moment, he would not be able to stop him at all.

Mo Gong pushed Tong Yan's wheelchair towards the palace gate.

The wheels crushed the snow and made a creaking sound, which was not unpleasant.

You can give up killing me, but I won't.

Jing Jiu's calm voice sounded from under the pavilion.

Mo Gong stopped.

Tong Yan raised her eyebrows, and said: A scholar will not let you kill me. He wants to leave his name in history, and he will care about how the history books record today.

Jing Jiu said, I don't care.

He doesn't care whether it's the records in the history books, the thoughts of the great scholar, or anything else.

Suddenly there were several muffled sounds outside the palace gate, as well as the sound of fighting.

Those eunuchs who had been stationed in the palace in Cangzhou for more than ten years fell down in the red-stained snow.

Accompanied by the sound of dense footsteps, an unknown number of guards and guards surrounded the main hall, and then there was a knock on the door.

Your Majesty, the palace is at peace, please calm down, Rong Chen advises Mo Gong to leave!

The old and anxious voice of Master Zhang came from outside the palace gate.

Mo Gong turned his head to look at Jing Jiu in the snow pavilion.

Jing Jiu didn't speak.

Grand Master Zhang shouted loudly again outside the palace gate: Your Majesty, please think twice! Please Mo Gong, please think twice!

Tong Yan looked at the palace gate not far away and said, He won't let you kill me, and you can't kill me either. If I die, King Jing will lead an army to Qin, and all the resources and strength I have prepared here for twenty years will be handed over to Bai Qianjun. At that time, no one in the world can stop him. You have to admit defeat.

Jing Jiu said, I told you, I don't care.

Tong Yan said: Even if you win the chess game, what's the use of killing me? In the end, I won't win this game of chess in the world?

Jing Jiu said: You underestimated your own importance. The final outcome of this questioning is between you and me, under the pavilion, not under the world.

Tong Yan was silent for a long time, and said: I feel a little proud of being evaluated so by you, but I don't understand why you value me so much.

You understand, even if you didn't understand it before, you should understand it now. Otherwise, why would you give up such a good opportunity and hint that Mo Gong will take you away?

Jing Jiu said, ...and this is why I must kill you.

Tong Yan remained silent.

Yes, it was his idea to make Mo Gong give up killing the king, because he guessed something shocking, and he had to tell his junior sister about it.

Otherwise, this questioning may usher in an unimaginable ending.

It's a pity that he gave up the chance to kill Jing Jiu so decisively, but Jing Jiu didn't want him to leave.

Tong Yan looked at the palace gate not far away, raised her eyebrows slightly and asked, Are you sure you can kill me?

Jing Jiu was in the snow pavilion, Liu Shisui was by the pavilion, and Zhuo Rusui was somewhere.

Mo Gong pushed the wheelchair. He was sitting in the wheelchair, only a few steps away from the palace gate, and he could leave at any time.

Mo Gong is the most powerful person in this world. No matter how talented the disciples of Qingshan are, even if they have only been practicing for 20 years since they were born, how can they be his opponents?

Tong Yan said silently in her heart: Even if you can kill yourself, you will surely die.

Yes, this is the end result.

The snow had stopped long ago, the cold wind was howling, blowing away the lead-like clouds, and the beautiful and cold sunshine fell on the imperial city.

The sounds of fighting and commotion could be heard faintly outside the imperial city.

The anxious voice of the Grand Scholar was at the outer gate of the palace, but it seemed to be in a very far away place.

The snow pavilion was surrounded by silence.

The real world is also dead silent.

The practitioners outside Echo Valley looked at the picture in the sky with extremely nervous expressions, waiting for the first head-to-head confrontation between the Qingshan Sect and the Zhongzhou Sect at the Dao Dao Conference.

Tong Yan said, Let's go.

His voice was calm and his tone was steady, like a guest saying goodbye to his host.

Jing Jiu said, Kill it.

The shadow at the palace gate changed slightly, and a person jumped out from inside, with a sharp and powerful murderous aura, slashing at Tong Yan in the wheelchair.

Can Xue was the white cloth covering his face, and the shadow was his body.

Zhuo Rusui had been waiting here all along.

From the very beginning, Jing Jiu never thought of letting Tong Yan leave alive.

Tong Yan looked indifferent, took out a firecracker from his sleeve with his right hand, pulled the trigger without hesitation, and at the same time crushed a talisman with his left hand.

He had been looking at the palace gate for a long time, and he had also made preparations for a long time.

Mo Gong seemed to have great confidence in the frail Prince Jing, he ignored Zhuo Rusui and disappeared from behind the wheelchair.

When he appeared again, he had come to the snow pavilion.

With a dragon cry, the famous sword was unsheathed.

The cold sword turned into a bright light and stabbed forward.

Jing Jiu didn't move.

Liu Shisui did not know when he came to him.

Han Jian pierced through his chest, bringing up a stream of blood, which was left outside only halfway.

Liu Shisui didn't give Mo Gong a chance to draw the sword, his hands fell like iron, and he firmly grasped the sword.

What he used was not Suo Qingqiu, but Chengtian swordsmanship.

Blood seeped from between his palm and the blade.

He knew that he was not Mo Gong's opponent, and he didn't think about fighting, but just wanted to leave the opponent's sword behind for a moment.

The two sides chose the same tactics, that is to use their own weak to lock down the opponent's strongest.

It just depends on how long Tong Yan can withstand Zhuo Rusui's crazy attack, and whether Liu Shisui can lock Mo Gong's sword.

Mo Gong felt a strange power coming from the young guard's hands, as if they had turned into real scabbards, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Since you can't draw your sword, move forward.

Mo Gong let out a clear whistle, and stepped forward, the cold sword completely sank into Liu Shisui's body, and then broke out, pointing directly at Jing Jiu under the pavilion.

Liu Shisui was bleeding profusely and kept regressing.

There was a soft snap.

The cold sword pierced into the pavilion pillar.

Jing Jiu was not there.

With the sound of clicking, the snow pavilion collapsed.

Mo Gong looked back slightly startled.

Outside the palace gate, the roaring noise has not stopped, and the pungent burnt smell is spreading. In the fuzzy smoke and dust, blood can be seen flying like a waterfall.

The combination of the firecracker and the talisman can produce extremely powerful power.

Tong Yan was born weak and unable to go further on the path of cultivation, so she made a lot of preparations in this regard, and unexpectedly broke Zhuo Rusui's arm in one fell swoop. This still couldn't prevent Zhuo Rusui from killing him, but at least it bought some time. As long as Mo Gong could kill Jing Jiu and Liu Shisui, he would be able to turn around and rescue him.

It's a pity that there is no chance.

A very delicate palm print appeared on the back of the wheelchair.

The palm print penetrated the material of fine steel and was directly printed on Tong Yan's back.

The blood that scattered like a waterfall not only came from Zhuo Rusui's severed arm, but also from Tong Yan's lips.

Naturally, Jing Jiu made the move. The question is how did he get there from Xueting?

What is even more puzzling is, where did he go at this time?

Mo Gong suddenly felt a little cold, and then felt very cold, as if countless cold winds were wrapping around his body and mind.

He looked at his body, and found that there were hundreds of tiny holes on it, which were oozing blood.

Those blood holes are so small that even snow particles can't get in, but the cold wind can get in.

Flesh and flesh gradually filled those small holes again, but the damage could no longer be recovered, and the true energy dissipated toward the heaven and earth like silk, and so did the vitality.

Mo Gong looked at the blood holes that gradually disappeared, and felt a lot of puzzlement in his heart. The emperor's realm is indeed extraordinary, but it is not higher than himself...

The cold wind picked up again, Jing Jiu reappeared in the snow, his face pale.

Mo Gong stared at him blankly, and asked, How can you be so fast?