The Path Toward Heaven

How could Ping Yongjia be obedient, listening to this remark, she was dissatisfied, thinking that although her surname was Ping, why did she take such a dangerous risk?

No matter how he was the last disciple of God ’s final ranking, he could n’t escape such things as opening the door.

He left the courtyard in despair, went to the main entrance of Jingyuan, and soon returned with Nan's hand in his hand.

That's not exactly holding hands.

He bowed slightly and raised his right hand, respectfully holding up Nan Wang's wrist in esteem.

In these years, he was either in the imperial palace of Chaoge City or the imperial city of the underworld, and he was used to seeing the character of some characters. Today, he was subconsciously out of fear.

Nan Wang's expression was indifferent, with his head raised and his eyes raised, and he did not squint, and indeed looked like a queen mother.

When she came to the courtyard, she retracted her right hand and swung it a bit disgustingly.

Ping Yongjia was like a pardon, where would she stay, a gurgling sound, turned into a sword light and disappeared into the distance.

Jing Jiu looked at her and said, "It should be a few years later, a little more stable."

Nan Wang raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Why?"

Jing Ji murmured a little puzzled.

Nan Wang walked to him, sat on the floor under the eaves, and said, "You've come from the beginning. I have no reason to be slower than you. Why?"

Jing Jiu smiled slightly and said, "Don't argue with you."

Nan Wang looked at his face in surprise, wondering how his temperament changed so much? Does the departure of a big brother affect you so much?

Jing Jiu raised his right hand and reached in front of her.

Nan Wang naturally would not bow his head like Liu was ten years old, nor would he put the cute little face on his palm, hum a cry, take a small jug out of his arms and put it on with a light pop .

The small jug was made of unknown materials, and it was obviously extraordinary, with a slight cyan light, and it seemed that some kind of magic circle was still attached to the bottle mouth.

Jing Jiu opened the jug very easily and looked very familiar. He wanted to open it many times hundreds of years ago.

I do n’t know the amount of wine in the small jug. He did n’t finish it after drinking it for a long time. I thought he forgot to re-refine it. It ’s also a whale drink ... Well, he should n’t use the word whale. Hip flask, wipe the lips without stains, and return the small jug.

Nan Wang took the hip flask, drank at will, and said blankly, "She has gone so long. Do you want to drink?"

Many years ago, even in March, she went to Baicheng to do business, and Jingyang went to Qing Rongfeng to ask her for a drink.

She didn't know why he drank, so she misunderstood.

He missed his life.

Now even March is really going somewhere else and can't come back again. What's the point of those jealousy and anger?

"For me, she didn't go long." Jing Jiu said.

"That's right," said Nan Wang, who was silent for a long time. "She's not the same to you after all."

Jing Jiuwang said to the stars that are still unseen in the sky, "Every star is different."

Nan Wang said, "It's not the same."

Jingjiu asked, "What's that?"

Nan forgot a glance at him and said, "The tone you are talking to now ... is really weird. Are you sure you haven't been taken away by the fairy of the white blade?"

Jing Jiu said, "You think too much."

Nan Wang stared at his face for a long time and confirmed that there was no problem, so he continued the previous topic: "Many years ago, when she was still wintering, your state was very low, and it was almost in the West Sea to save her Died. Later, you went to Zhongzhou to send a questioning meeting to her, and you took the immortal immortal. You almost died for refining the white-blade immortality, plus this time in Chaoge City. "

Jing Jiu asked, "So?"

Nan Wang said, "A guy like you who is so lazy and afraid of dying will also work hard for others ... and it has been several times, indicating that she likes you."

Jing Jiu said, "I said, I like them all."

More than a hundred years ago, it was in Jingyuan, right here, and Nan forgets this answer.

Mountains and rivers, everything in the universe, I like a lot, and of course you.

At that time, Nan Wang burst into tears, slapped him, hammered his chest, ruined a courtyard, and scum on the ground.

Today she didn't cry and didn't do anything, just looked at him indifferently and said, "Can you fight for me?"

"I'm not sure, like I never thought of taking risks for her, but after seeing her accident, I did it."

Jing Jiu stared at her eyes and said, "But don't try because I don't want you to be in trouble."

Nan Wang raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Who did you learn this from?"

Jing Jiu thought about it and said, "It seems like Gu Qing?"

Nan forget to look at him mockingly, and then asked, "Why didn't you let me like you then?"

Jing Jiu explained seriously: "Because I like them all, don't like me, it's too much trouble."

Nan forgets nothing, raises the jug and takes a sip, and hands it to him again.

The two just drank in silence, not knowing how long it took before the small jug was finally empty.

"Thank you for drinking with me," Jing Jiu said.

Such a scene really hasn't happened for many years.

Nan forgetting to think about the events of that year, he couldn't help but laughed out loud and said, "Brother hates you to go to Qing Rongfeng and drink with me."

Jing Jiu said, "He can't help you, so he gave me all his grievances."

Nan Wang raised his chest and said proudly, "All my brothers hurt me."

That is.

Liu Ci was able to delimit Bihufeng for her as a bathhouse.

The most serious Yuanqi whale seems to have never seen the nightly song of Qing Rongfeng for hundreds of years.

The Castle Peak Formation opens every year on time, welcoming the spring rain and autumn wind and the first snow, which is convenient for her to enjoy the scenery.

To say that it hurts and pets, she really has thousands of pets, who makes her a little sister?

"I heard ... you played Mahjong at last?"

"Yes."

Nan Wang lifted the small jug to his eyes, looked at the sky at the mouth of the jug, and said, "That's fine, brother ... is it painful to leave?"

Jing Jiu thought about the laughter and the snowstorm, and said, "He said that he was happy for hundreds of years."

"That's good."

Nan Wang stood up and looked at him and said, "Since it is rare that everyone is happy, then don't make any more?"

Jing Jiu understood what she meant, and this was speaking to the real person of Taiping.

Just like Ping Yongjia and A Piao, she is the youngest apprentice of Taiping. What kind of habits did Liu Ci and Yuan Qi's darlings start from? Where did Fang Jingtian and Guangyuan's real fear come from? Where did those pets come from?

"When I went into Qingshan, I studied with him about the disappearance of the clouds, and that array was fake, and he moved his hands and feet."

Jing Jiu said, "From the beginning, he didn't expect me to take off."

For the monks, this is the greatest evil.

Nan forgot to say: "Master had treated you very well that year. Wouldn't there be other reasons to do such a thing?"

Jing Jiu said, "I probably understand what he thinks, but my practice is my business. He cannot do it."

"I won't be able to manage your affairs, nor will I be able to do it, but when the brothers leave, I will look at Qingshan. Don't bother you too much."

After saying this, Nan Wang waved his arm lightly, silver bells rang, countless sword strings rose from the void, turned into an invisible bridge, took her up in the sky, and soon went to the distant mountains.

Looking at the petite figure that was gradually disappearing into the clouds, the angle of Jing Jiu's lips slightly tilted, revealing a smile of relief.

Although it took a little longer ... the little girl finally grew up.

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Nan forgot to leave, and those guys who just left naturally want to return. Ping Yongjia was the fastest, and returned to the courtyard in a flash, but as soon as her feet fell to the ground, she heard the silver bell from the sky again, and her face turned pale. I thought it was called a turning sword?

Accompanied by the crisp ringtone, a whole-body snow-white long-haired cat landed beside the stream, staring at the dragon step, with a magnificent temperament.

Looking at this, Ping Yongjia was relieved. After more than a hundred years, he once again grasped its tail familiarly, and reached in front of Jing Jiu, saying, "Master, Lord Baigui is here."

In the eyes of Liu Ada ... there is no angry feeling, only innocent and helpless, looking at Jingjiu, presumably means what is going on with your apprentice? Knowing who you are, you're so big-hearted?

Jing Jiu smiled, held it in his arms, and drew it from beginning to end very skillfully.

Knowing his current state, Ada was even more afraid to take it easy, squinting his eyes to reveal the expression of enjoyment, and at the same time he did not forget to make a thunderous roar.

Zhuo Rusui and others have not fallen into the courtyard. When they heard these thunders, they suddenly had the same misunderstanding as Ping Yongjia, thinking that Nan forget to turn back again, and quickly turned to run away. Only Zhao Layue was most familiar with the purring sound. Fall under the eaves.

Ada flattered Kusui's chin.

Jing Jiu turned his palm over, took out the snow-white chiller and placed it on top of his head.

Ada waved his tail with satisfaction, jumped from his arms, and walked into Zhao Layue's arms.

Zhao Layue noticed that the breath emitted by Han Chan was more bleak than that year ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ Poke with some fingers with interest, Han Chan quickly turned over on A Da's head, exposing his belly.

"What to do next?" She asked Han Chan's belly, just the other day, Zenzi had asked Jing Jiu the same question.

"He thinks more than I can count in this life."

Jing Jiu took out the porcelain plate and the fine sand that had not been seen for many years, said calmly.

Zhao Layue didn't speak again.

Ada no longer snored.

Ping Yongjia didn't know what was going to happen, but knew subconsciously that something big was going to happen, she became extremely nervous, and looked helplessly towards the side of the stream, but did not see anyone like Zhuo Rusui.

Jing Jiuyi picked up a fine sand, seemingly placed in a porcelain plate.

A piece of scattered sand suddenly turned into a painting.

The world is painted.