The Path Toward Heaven

Chapter 650

Since many, many years ago, Jing Jiu likes to lie on a bamboo chair and play the game of stacking sand in this porcelain plate.

At that time, no matter Liu was ten years old or Zhao Layue didn't know what this game was. Until later, at the meihui of Chaoge City, he said a few words after an amazing chess game with Tong Yan, he vaguely understood that this was a means of deduction and calculation.

Many years later, Jingjiu gradually stopped playing this game. People on Shenmo peak rarely see this porcelain plate and those fine sand until today.

A grain of fine sand falls and becomes a picture.

The surface of the undulating picture of rivers and mountains is extremely smooth, and no gap can be seen.

That's because all the sand grains are arranged closely and orderly according to his idea.

This requires unimaginable space construction ability and computing power, which is beyond human ability.

The garden was quiet. The wind blew the stream and the flowers and trees on the Bank of the stream, and did not dare to make any sound.

Ping Yongjia stared round at the sand map in the porcelain plate and opened her mouth very wide. She thought that master was really powerful. Is this more difficult than flying?

A Da didn't know when he left Zhao Layue's arms. He was lying on the opposite side of well nine, with his butt pouted high and looked very respectful.

Zhao Layue's reaction is the most ordinary and natural. Maybe it's because she looks at well nine and plays with the sand the most times?

She held her knees and looked sideways at the sand in the porcelain plate. The breeze brushed the messy hair and passed her eyes, cutting her black and white eyes into countless worlds.

Her eyes suddenly became brighter, not because she saw the truth of the road from the sand, but because tears gradually filled it.

I don't know what she thought. She was so sad.

In those days, after hearing the sound of the piano in March, Jing Jiu said four words - it's best not to understand.

At that time, she only felt that he had become so far away at that moment.

Now she is a big power at the peak of breaking the sea. There are few things she doesn't understand in the world. Naturally, she knows what the so-called far means.

He only needs enough time now to leave far enough.

"It's still early."

Knowing what she was thinking, Jing Jiu reached out and rubbed her head to express comfort.

Zhao Layue's short hair became more messy under his palm.

Well nine took out a braid and handed it to her.

This was cut off when she left the well house of Chaoge city a hundred years ago. Gu Qing worked steadily and carefully and always put it under his pillow.

"It's dirty." Zhao Layue looked at it with some disgust and didn't pick it up. She lit a sword fire at her fingertips and burned the braid into smoke.

Whether it's the cut hair, the peach blossom at the gate of Shuiyue nunnery, or the Begonia, you can't, but Castle Peak still needs to go back.

The party left Jingyuan and went to Yunji town.

The restaurant, which has been handed down for more than 200 years, has long stopped cooking any other dishes and only made all kinds of hot pot.

With the patronage of the family and the support of tourists and even practitioners from all over the world, the business of the restaurant is unimaginable, but it is natural that it dare not accept any business today.

Unfortunately, Jingyuan people just ate a hot pot today. The shopkeeper had to kneel on the ground and watched those figures disappear from his eyes with great disappointment.

When he came to a house, Jing Jiu took a look at the carriage inside through the courtyard wall and continued to walk forward.

Although he didn't control the sword, he only walked on his feet. With the current state of cultivation, he still crossed the long mountain road and came to the gate of Nanshan in a short period of time.

The thick fog dispersed without wind. The simple and even crude stone door appeared in front of the people. Under the door, a famous green mountain deacon sat behind the table and took a nap, but he was not the one in those days.

Well nine didn't disturb the man. He walked under the stone gate. The mountain wind blew and the white clothes floated slightly, just like clouds.

Zhao La Yue took ADA in her arms and everyone followed her in.

Not far from the Nanshan gate is Nansong Pavilion. Jing Jiu practiced outside here in those years - if sleeping can be counted as practice.

There are green pines like umbrellas everywhere in Yaping. Under the pine, there are diligent external disciples with white hot fog on their heads. The sound of boxing practice such as shouting and drinking can be heard occasionally in the depths of the pine forest.

He did not meet those young outside disciples, nor was he interested in guiding their practice. He went directly through the pine forest to the small building.

Many years ago, he once went back to Castle Peak and walked like a lion inspecting his territory. What is he going to do today?

Zhuo Rushui looked at the Yuan Opera and was a little nervous.

Guarding the small building is an elder shiyuefeng. Looking at the people who broke into the building, he was about to ask a few questions. Suddenly, he looked at Jing Jiu's face, subconsciously rubbed his eyes, then shouted and worshipped.

Jingjiu waved to him to get up, picked up his hands and began to look at the portraits in the building.

From the founder of Qingshan kaipai, we have seen Shizu Daoyuan immortal, Shifu sunken boat immortal, and then... Taiping immortal and himself.