The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 83: I advise you to open your eyes


Jing Jiu slept in the meditation room without waking up, not dead or alive.

Xilai was holding Yinfengwu sword by the lake, and said nothing.

In this context, Yuanqu and Zhuo Rusui walked in carrying tea sets and hot pot. How ridiculous this picture looks.

Zhao Layue was very calm and asked: “Why did you come so late?”

The news from the Blue Bird came back. Guangyuan and Nan Wang came back, the Qingshan Sword Boat came, and the house by the lotus pond was repaired, and these two guys came.

Yuan Qu carried the iron kettle, bowed and bowed, looking like a guy in a teahouse: “Master, we went to find something.”

The hot pot is boiling, and the coal inside emits a red light. You can imagine how hot it is to hold it. Zhuo Rusui is not afraid, but still feels a little awkward, saying: “It will take some time to wait for the soup to boil!”

Zhao Layue knew what they were thinking, and waved to them to go to the corridor to set up a table on their own.

Yuan Qu put the iron kettle and tea cup on the floor under the porch, ran to the teacher’s wife to ask for a small stove, and began to make tea.

Zuo Rusui put down the hot pot, went to borrow a table and chairs, and sighed all the way.

Xilai listened to the movement, walked from the lake to the porch through the Zen room, watched the excitement in the room, raised his eyebrows slightly, wondering what everyone was doing.

On the way Zhuo Rusui and Yuanqu came, they knew that the Xihai Sword God was here, and the realm was even more unfathomable than before. At this time, seeing the other side appearing, they suddenly became two wooden men, standing motionless on the corridor. , Full of gods end peaks.

West looked at Zhuo Rusui and said it was good, then looked at Yuanqu again and said it was normal.

Although the opponent is the enemy of the Qingshan Sect, he is the sword **** of the West Sea after all, a world-recognized master of swordsmanship. Zhuo Rusui raised his eyebrows triumphantly, while Yuanqu’s expression remained unchanged. I have long been accustomed to this sense of frustration.

Zhao Layue said: “The soup is going to be dried.”

Zhuo Rusui and Yuanqu woke up, ignoring the oppression and tension of the powerful enemy, and hurriedly continued their work.

In a short while, the fragrance of tea gradually rises and the fragrance of meat overflows.

After Zhao Layue had eaten for a while, Zhuo Rusui and Yuanqu began to use chopsticks like swords to grab meat. The sword light was everywhere on the corridor, cutting through the twilight, it was so lively.

It seems lively, with deep meaning. They are eating meat while paying attention to the movement in the meditation room.

Unfortunately, Jing Jiu still did not wake up.

Suddenly dozens of sword strings fell, condensed into silk, and landed on the bridge.

With the sound of the silver bell, Nan Wang came to Sanqianyuan. She didn’t even look at Xilai, walked to the table with a blank expression, took the chopsticks respectfully handed over by Zhuo Rusui and began to eat meat. .

After a while, Zhuo Rusui didn’t know where to take out a bottle of wine, and put his hands in front of her.

She opened the hip flask, took two sips, got up and looked into the window, and found that Jing Jiu was still not awake, she was a little disappointed, turned around and left.

Zhao Layue has finished eating at this time, holding a cup of tea, leaning between her lips as if she was drinking.

In the whole process, no one spoke, and the corridor was so quiet, only the sound of red soup boiling and the sound of tea gurgling in the iron kettle were heard.

Xilai vaguely understood something, shook his head, and walked back to the lakeside holding Yinfeng’s body.

I don’t know how long it took, Zhuo Rusui and Yuanqu finally put down their chopsticks, looked at Zhao Layue and said, “We really can’t eat anymore.”

Zhao Layue was silent for a while, and said, “Is this not good?”

Zuo Rusui said: “Should it be replaced with white soup?”

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Regardless of red soup or white soup, as long as it can be cooked in hot pot, it is a good soup.

Zhuo Rusui and Yuanqu lived in Sanqianyuan, and they used the leftover hot pot soup to order three bowls of noodles that night.

With the sky full of stars, eating red oil noodles, listening to Zhao Layue’s trip to the snowy field, their mood is no longer so anxious, and the terrible powerhouse who holds the chicken and enlightens the sword by the lake has lost the original Vigilance and fear.

A few days later, Sparrow Niang came.

She learned about her husband in Jingzong, and rushed over overnight. Jingzong was not too far from Ohara City, so she arrived fairly quickly.

After listening to Yuanqu, she said: “I also made some preparations.”

Looking at the chessboard and two pots of chess pieces she took out, Zhuo Rusui couldn’t help but curl his lips slightly, and said with a mockery: “I said, sister…how do you think a fainted person can play chess with you? Do you want the master to listen to the sound of you picking and pulling chess pieces?”

When the voice fell, the wooden door of Sanqianyuan was knocked again, this time it was Tong Yan.

Zhao Layue knew that he had gone to the underworld according to Jing Jiu’s instructions, and did a lot of things, and looked at his pale face and said, “You hurt too much, can you do it?”

Tong Yan said calmly: “When you play chess and vomit blood, that’s a picture only in the story.”

Zhao Layue didn’t say anything, thinking about who played chess in Chaoge City more than a hundred years ago and almost fainted?

Dangling, crackling, the sounds of black and white chess pieces falling on the board are diverse and pleasant, just like rainwater of varying momentum falling in the tank in front of the gallery.

Tong Yan and Bird Niang are undoubtedly the second and the third person of Chaotian Continent’s chess game. If the world knows that they are playing in this round window Zen room, they will be extremely excited and can’t wait to live for several years. In exchange for the qualification to watch, but the only ones who could see this game were sleeping Jing Jiu and Bai Zao.

Zhao Layue, Zhuo Rusui, and Yuanqu have no interest in such things as chess. They sat on the corridor, holding a tea cup in their hands, and watched the light rain quietly in a daze.

Xilai took a look at the beginning of the game, and then returned to the lake with Yinfeng’s body.

Zhao Layue looked at Yusi and suddenly said, “They are really alike.”

Zuo Rusui knew that she was talking about the Xihai Sword God and the head of the real person. After a moment of silence, he said: “Yes, some trouble.”

Yuan Qu glanced back at them, vaguely understood.

When the rain stopped, the game was over. Tong Yan stood up and watched the sleeping Bai Zao for a long time, then walked out of the Zen room and said to Zhao Layue: “Or try Jing Yunzhong?”

Xilai’s voice without emotional ups and downs came from outside the round window: “No, his soul will disperse.”

Tong Yan said: “Then there is no other way, unless he wants to wake up.”

Xi said: “Kill him.”

“No!” Zhao Layue and the others said in unison.

Chiniang, who was holding a wet towel and preparing to wipe Jing Jiu’s face, stared at the back at the lakeside, with vigilance written on her face.

“Then I’m going.” Tong Yan walked over to the bridge, suddenly stopped on the bridge, turned and looked at Zhao Layue and asked, “He asked me to send me back to Zhongzhou…Do you know?” /

Zhao Layue said: “You were originally a disciple of the Zhongzhou School.”

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On the third day after Tong Yan left, Gu Qing finally finished dealing with a lot of sub-government and housework in Chaoge City and rushed to Dayuan City.

He walked into the round window Zen room, stared at the tall figure by the lakeside for a long time, and found that he couldn’t see any problems, then turned to look at the bird woman who was wiping Jing Jiu’s feet, and saw many problems at a glance.

Jing Jiu has slept in Chaoge City for a hundred years. He and Liu Shisui have to do this every day. Naturally, they are very familiar with them, and they carefully tell Que Niang how to do it.

When he came to the corridor, he saw a lot of problems.

First of all, the tea made in Yuanqu is too strong, and although the Junshan Yinmei used is expensive, it is not Master’s favorite Xiaoya.

Secondly, Zhuo Rusui’s hot pot tastes too strong, puts too little butter, and the boiling soup is not covered with oil. The flavors of various dishes rise to the sky and mix together, which will obviously make Master unhappy.

When it comes to making tea and making hot pot, who can do better than him in Shenmofeng.

So the iron kettle was carefully cleaned from the inside out, soaked with Xiaoya tea that Shiyuefeng sent overnight, and the hot pot was changed to a different style, with various dishes prepared by Gu’s family a long time ago.

I did the same thing again, but the people in the room still didn’t wake up.

Gu Qing grasped the bottom of the bowl with three fingers in his left hand, looked at the few green vegetables leaves floating in the white soup, and was silent for a long time.

In the past, Jing Jiu slept in Guocheng Temple for six years in order to refine the immortal consciousness left by the blade in the immortal urn.

Later, he forcibly crossed the border and used the Qingshan Sword Array to kill the Doppelganger clone. He slept in Chaoge City for more than a hundred years.

According to the truth, he should have been used to it a long time ago. The problem is that he clearly perceives that Master’s sleep this time is very different from the previous few times.

No breathing, no heartbeat, not even a trace of heating, what is the difference between this and a dead person?

I don’t know what happened, Gu Qing showed a determined expression on his face, slapped the bowl on the table, turned around and entered the Zen room again.

With another snap, he knelt down in front of the bed and said to Jing Jiu: “Master, I will tell the queen mother and Taozi clearly when I go back and let them choose by themselves. What do you think?”

The colors of Zhuo Rusui and Yuanqu suddenly changed, because there was too much information hidden in this seemingly simple sentence.

Zhao Layue picked out the scorched green vegetable and threw it on the table, and said blankly, “Continue eating.”

Zuo Rusui and Yuanqu looked at each other without saying anything.

Unfortunately, even so, Jing Jiu still didn’t wake up.

Gu Qing walked out of the Zen room, Zhuo Rusui patted him on the shoulder, and said with emotion: “You really did your best.”

“This was originally what I promised Master.”

After saying this, he walked across the bridge to the lone tomb, stood silently for a while, and said, “I let someone find your painting. I have seen it. It should be even Senior San Yue, speaking of which, we are a bit alike.”

He knew that the lonely grave was buried in the lonely tomb of Lord Li in Ohara.

He wiped his eyes and left Sanqianyuan.

Universal Front leaves a cold sword light in the night.

Zhuo Rusui stood under the corridor, looking at the fading light of the sword, not knowing what he was thinking.

The voice from the west sounded by the lake: “His talent is not as good as yours.”

Zuo Rusui raised an eyebrow and said triumphantly: “Of course.”

Xilai went on to say: “But if it is the leader, I will choose him too.”

Zuo Rusui’s eyebrows fell suddenly.

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A few days later~IndoMTL.com~Liu Shisui finally arrived at Sanqianyuan.

Looking at the dark-skinned young scholar, I don’t know how many people have the same voice in their hearts: What should have come is finally here.

Quiniang shouldn’t confide in her heart. She attracted Zhuo Rusui and Yuanqu’s faint glances, thinking that she had made so many hot pots here at the risk of being killed by the sword **** of Xihai. So many pots of tea, are all of them in vain?

Even Zhao Layue had different expectations for Liu Shisui, and asked directly: “What are your ideas?”

Liu Shisui was the latest to arrive because he was the furthest away.

These days, he has been using runes to reinforce the bottom of the sea with Yimaozhai’s classmates at the Maelstrom, which has consumed a lot of energy and vitality, his face is extremely pale, and the whole person has lost a few laps.

Hearing what Zhao Layue said, he suddenly turned around and left Sanqianyuan.


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