The Path Toward Heaven

Chapter 222

Well nine thought about the previous thing.

Fang Jingtian is the leader of the past peak of the green mountain. Of course, he should care about him, but in front of so many people, he directly asks to wear his own realm. What does this mean?

Many things in the world seem difficult to solve. In fact, they can be deduced and calculated, at least about. It's just that it's very tired.

Jing Jiu doesn't think it's a big deal. He doesn't want to spend energy to calculate. He is preparing to stop thinking about it. Suddenly, he looks at Gu Qing's face and thinks of what he said with Zhao Layue.

He asked the young man surnamed yuan to wait in the house, and then told Gu Qing about it from beginning to end.

Gu Qing knew for the first time that Fang Jingtian had tried to kill Jing Jiu twice. His shocked face turned pale and said, "did you report to the leader?"

Fang Jingtian is the leader of the peak in the past. He has a high position in the Qingshan clan. Only the leader and sword law are qualified to punish him.

Well nine said, "without evidence, he can't even kill Luo Huainan, let alone his younger martial brother."

Gu Qing thought, what do you want me to do when you tell me these things?

Well nine said: "sort out these things, and then figure out what he might do and what we should do."

With these words, he got up and went into the room. The young man surnamed yuan was still waiting inside.

Gu Qing knew what he was going to say to the young man surnamed yuan. He didn't care. He just thought about the task given to him by his master. He couldn't help feeling distressed.

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The boy surnamed yuan left.

Well nine went to the window and looked out of the yard.

At first glance, he saw the temple.

He saw the south, and he didn't know where the elder martial brother was.

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Juye city.

The cold fog in the North has gradually dispersed, and the already busy city has regained more vitality. The wine houses of various restaurants have already been full, and the steam from the meat Shabu pot is everywhere.

In the box of a restaurant, there is a hot pot on the table. There is red and white soup in the pot. It is rolling constantly, washing the ingredients in it.

The short and thin old man rubbed his nose, felt bored and said, "can't you get tired of eating this thing?"

The young man said, "putting different ingredients means different tastes. There are thousands of ingredients in the world, and there are thousands of tastes. How can you be bored?"

The short and thin old man took a chopstick of spinach from the white soup and bolted it with the sesame sauce and tofu in the plate. He found that it tasted good.

I don't know whether he was scalded by the food or rubbed too hard just now. His nose became redder and asked vaguely, "what are you going to do next?"

The young man said, "I'm going to see the child named Xiao Ming."

The short and thin old man looked slightly cold and said, "are you really going to let him take my ancestral foundation?"

The young man said, "the child of Xuanyin sect is called Su ziye now? I like this name very much. It won't be partial. Whoever wins will be your successor. How appropriate? "

The short and thin old man sneered and said, "do you think your plot is too good, so you named yourself Yin San?"

The young man was not angry either. He smiled and said, "you are the third ancestor of Xuanyin sect. In fact, this name is quite suitable. Do you want me to give it to you?"

The short and thin old man was very depressed and said sarcastically, "are you disappointed that the little guy named Jing Jiu is still alive?"

The young man ignored him and carefully picked up a whole piece of brain flower from the red soup and put it into his bowl full of scallion oil and mashed garlic.

The short and thin old man was boring and said, "pig brain is not as delicious as human brain."

The young man thought he was really a pig brain. Why didn't he see that Jing Jiu was not him?

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The next day, the teachers and disciples of all sects participating in the Taoist war will return to the mountain.

Early in the morning, Bai Zao came to the courtyard of qingshanzong.

Whether it's the Deacon who cleans the courtyard, the factotum, or the green mountain disciple who practices sword in the morning, they are very sensible and tacit understanding and don't block the way.

The young man surnamed yuan hesitated to do something.

Gu Qing pulled him away, thinking that we should worry about our elders' affairs.

Of course, it doesn't matter if you have to do something in private, but don't you see it when the morning is so bright?

There was a faint sound from the courtyard wall.

The young man surnamed yuan listened attentively. When he heard the address, he was worried and said, "she should call martial uncle Jing, but she should call martial brother Jing. What's the intention?"

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"I should have been very happy."

Bai Zao said softly, "I survived, and it's like I repaired the broken golden elixir after a sleep. Maybe I can develop Yuanying in a few years, but why am I a little unhappy?"

Jing Jiu really didn't understand and asked, "why?"

"I didn't expect that once I settled down and woke up again, the fog would subside."

Bai Zao said, "if I had woken up a year earlier, no, even if it was only dozens of days, that would be great."