The Path Toward Heaven

Chapter 736

One of the most famous private comments of Shenmo peak disciple on Jing Jiu is that the sword is cruel and doesn't talk much.

His words were really few, so when the door of the Zen room didn't open for a long time, Zhao Layue and others felt a little strange and gave birth to a lot of speculation.

Does he want to deceive the young ungrateful leader into a green mountain man?

When Liu was ten years old, he suddenly felt that the childe asked him to learn sword from Xi in order to receive Peng Lang under his door.

"No? After all, that is the leader. " He looked at Zhao Layue and asked in a low voice.

Zhao La Yue said, "think about Zen."

Liu shisui and the others suddenly realized. In those days, Zen Zi once asked Jingyang immortal for a hundred days at Shenmo peak. Since then, the spiritual circle has believed that Jingyang immortal and Zen Zi have a half teacher friendship. The relationship between Guocheng temple and Qingshan sect is ordinary. There are reasons for this only to look at Shenmo peak.

"Do you want to talk for a hundred days this time?" Zhuo rusui yawned and said, "shall we go to bed first?"

The stars are in the sky and the lake. The night is so quiet. There is no sound in the Zen room. It is a good time to sleep. That's what I said, but no one will leave. In this way, as time goes by, the stars fade, and the sunrise looms in the East. With a squeak, the door of the meditation room is pushed open, and Peng Lang comes out.

Knowing that it was inconvenient for master and Zhuo rusui to ask, Yuanqu took the initiative to meet him, saluted and smiled to ask what Jing Jiu had said to him.

Peng Lang said with gratitude on his face, "the real man has taught me a lot of Kendo and allowed me to go to Jianfeng of your sect to find a sword in the future."

Everyone thought that if this was the case, well nine would be the first-class person in the world if he did business.

Peng Lang thought about the end of the dialogue and said in a daze, "the real person said there were some problems with my name, but I can't change it. I don't know what it means."

This is really a little puzzling, and Zhao Layue and others don't understand it.

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As soon as Peng Lang left, a small sedan with a green curtain fell down in the morning light.

The morning breeze drove the green curtain to float slightly. Ah Piao floated out and asked curiously, "who was walking just now? Martial uncle Guangyuan sent it off in person."

When it comes to seniority, Qingshan sect is the most chaotic. Of course, the culprit is Jing Jiu, which depends on the generation.

Hearing ah Piao's words, Zhuo rusui thought of the young ungrateful leader again and felt so boring.

He turned and went to the solitary grave, ready to punch to loosen his spirit.

The Yuan Opera explained Peng Lang's identity in a few words. Ah Piao was a little surprised. He soon stopped thinking and shouted happily to the Zen room, "Sir, how have you become so strong!"

She rushed into the meditation room, but bumped into a man and floated like a leaf.

"Why!"

She brushed the black bangs like leaves and shouted angrily. Then she found that Zhao Layue was blocking her way. She quickly stopped her voice and dared not complain any more.

Zhao Layue said, "he has something to do. Wait a minute."

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The morning light shines on the small bridge, the flowers and trees in Pinghu, and the Zen room.

Well nine reached out and condensed some water in the air, heated it slightly with sword fire, wet the towel in his hand, went to the couch and began to wash Bai Zao's face.

The steaming towel moved slowly on the clear and slightly pale face, wiping away not much dust and a few silk that could not be completely melted away.

When he was trapped in the snow a hundred years ago, he didn't do such a thing, because at that time she was in the silkworm cocoon. Of course, he thought it was meaningless to do such a thing.

Meaning needs to be given, and the sense of ritual is like this, such as eating hot pot before doing great things, such as what to do before leaving.

He carefully wiped Bai Zao's face and neck, including his hands. After doing these things, he stood up and walked out of the meditation room.

The morning light fell on the porch and shone on the wooden floor, just as it had left in March.

He stood in the morning light, not knowing what he was thinking, and was quiet for a long time.

"You all return to the last peak and wait for me." He looked at ah Piao and said, "go too. Don't hurry back to the lower boundary."

A Piao knew that something big was going to happen, and vaguely guessed what it was. His little face became a little pale, and the light showed the meaning of not giving up.

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Dozens of sword lights lit up the cold mountain.

Those sword lights don't mean there are many flying swords.

Jing Jiu and Zhao La Yue fell to the ground, and the sword light from their clothes gradually disappeared.

The wasteland is not desolate, with many green shrubs and weeds, illuminated by those fleeting sword lights, and finally ushered in a high light in a short life.

In front of them, there was a huge crack extending into a red field in the distance, which used to be the Lieyang gorge.

There are also many weeds on the cliff of the crack, which is due to the gradual cessation of underground fire veins and the loss of magma. It is more the power of time.