Immortal Path to Heaven

　　 In early summer, hundreds of flowers are in full bloom. The Jiang family is well-located and the land is excellent, even if there is a little meaning of flowers in the big ruins.

　　 There is a touch of floral fragrance in the air. Ouyang Ming opened his eyes and closed his mouth, blowing a green air in his mouth. The courtyard was quiet in vain, and then the wind blew up, rising up on the ground, rolling up countless gravels, his eyes brightened and chuckled: "A collision with Dong Chenyu made my aura more rounded and transparent. Without impurities, this life-and-death experience of life and death under high pressure is the most rare."

　　 The same is true. When dying, the potential erupts, and the probability of breakthrough is much greater than the probability of practicing breakthroughs step by step.

At this time, an old man walked slowly along the sandalwood path, he was sharp and restrained, carrying a worn sword box, but if he looked closely, he could perceive a sharp, pure sword. meaning.

　　 "Senior He." Ouyang Ming thought a little, and took the initiative to welcome him, laughing.

　　 "I heard that Xiaoman didn't want to follow you?" He Jian's eyes narrowed, and he looked at Ouyang Ming deeply. He was a rectum, so he asked what he had, there weren't so many bends.

　　Ouyang Ming nodded, gently touched his nose, and smiled bitterly, said: "Xiaoman said, there is a grandpa's breath in the big market, he doesn't want to leave. And, he also wants to take back things that belong to him."

He Jian's face was full of traces of years, and there were thousands of gullies, and he spit out a murmur of light, and said in a deep voice: "Xiaoman's talent is very good, he is accustomed to too many human warmth, and his world is cool. For the monks This is originally a good thing, the heart has been tempered, the way is expected. But the bad is that his temperament is too stubborn, the tactics and wrists are not lacking, the belief and the execution of the work are the best choices, but if you can not control Holding the air in his heart, Daxu will have a robbery, and..." He paused, his eyes showing strange colors, staring at Ouyang Ming scorchingly.

　　Ouyang Ming's face was calm, and he gestured with his eyes to continue.

　　 "And, if you are not there, no one can control him." He Jian said.

　　 "No, although he is stubborn and admits death. But he still listens to your words." Ouyang Ming retorted.

　　He Jian sighed heavily and did not speak.

　　 suddenly fell silent in the yard, both of them frowned tightly, and each had their own thoughts.

　　After a long while, Ouyang Ming paid his respects to He Jian and said: "Senior He, after I leave, Xiaoman will hand it to you."

　　He has been in the big market for a long time, it is time to leave. Although he did not know how the Daxu was formed, he also had his own guesses, but he was not sure. During this trip, he got a lot of benefits, and it seemed greedy to stay in it. Of course, the most important thing is that he missed Ni Yinghong, Bai Shixue, Wu Hanning, and the old craftsman.

　　 Although the world in the big ruins made him worry, but really let him care about his stomach, he can never give up, but still those old people.

　　 Settle the barbarian, and after the affection is paid off, he will drift away.

　　He Jian listened to this, his face was embarrassed.

Take off the sword box on the back, gently rub your fingers, and make a rustling sound, sighing, "Yu Yu, you know, there are six handles in this box, but now there are only three handles. I I want to take back the other three-handed swords and put them in An Jingyun where it has been for a hundred years. After a long time, I will be joked. When I am older, I am afraid that others will poke the backbone."

　　Ouyang Ming nodded to understand, smiled and said: "Although An Jingyun is a veteran venerable, but you can not stop your sword."

　　He Jian didn't know how to interface. After a while, he shook his head: "What's wrong in this world is inaccurate, heaven and earth are constant and things are impermanent."

　　Ouyang Ming heard, he didn't want to look after Xiaoman, but he was afraid that he would never return.

　　He Jian is all-round and very responsible. He can't allow a little sand in his eyes. He is afraid that he can't do it after he promised. This is a little irresponsible.

　　 Ouyang Ming is also somewhat helpless, and can only retreat to the second, solemnly said: "Senior He, after you get back the sword in the box, then..."

　　 Before he finished, He Jian picked up the sword box, focused on the head, and made a promise.

　　Ouyang Ming was relieved, and the conversation was easier.

　　 "Last time you said, please give me a drink, is it time?" He Jian blinked and said softly.

　　 "Go and drink in the house." Ouyang Ming patted his head and pulled He Jian to the house.

　　 turned the space bag around, and finally found a few jugs of good wine, and waved his hand on the table.

　　 He Jian smiled, grabbed a pot, and grunted, and took a puff of courage, and a pot of wine was drunk by him in one bite.

　　Ouyang Ming is quite satisfactory, but every movement gives people a different kind of beauty, which seems to be integrated into this world.

　　 After three tours of wine, He Jian breathed a sigh of breath, and had no nostalgia. He walked along the sandalwood trail, through a tightly guarded place, and came to Jiang Xiaoxu's study.

　　However, this time is completely different from the previous one in terms of mood and cultivation. Unconsciously, the trajectory of He Jian's life has changed dramatically, all because of Ouyang Ming.

　　 "Here?" Although the word spit out was the same as the last time, but with a trace of imperceptible emotion, the air was shaken out from the study.

　　 "Come." He Jian replied.

"Then come to drink a bar, you know, I have a lot of good wine hidden here, others come, I still can't take it out." Jiang Xiaoxu replied, saying, seeing no action from him, the study door opened with a "squeak" , The same is true. Not to mention drinking here, the number of people who can come to the door of this study, the entire Jiang family, does not exceed two.

　　 "I just drank it, just forget it this time." He returned, stepping on his steps, and walked in slowly.

　　 There is not much change in the study. The lights are dim and reflected in my face, which seems a little more mysterious and ancient. A picture of a lady hung on the wall, with a graceful gesture, looking up at the sky, but her brow was deeply frowned, thinking hard about something.

　　 The two sat similar, the wick made a noisy sound, the flame swayed, their figures were stretched very long by the fire, and reflected on the door of the room. As the fire shook, Jiang Xiaoxu asked again: "Do you really not drink?"

　　He Jian raised the shoulder strap, the sword box shook slightly, and shook his head gently, speaking slowly and slowly: "No, drinking too much is easy to do bad things."

　　Jiang Xiaoxu nodded and asked casually, "This time is to say goodbye?"

　　 "This is just one of the reasons." He Jian looked at the candlelight on the table and replied.

　　 "Understood, there is another one, do you want me to take care of Xiaoman for you?" Jiang Xiaoxu is a mature man, and his mind is like a demon. He knew that He Jian was a man, so he could guess.

"Well, after all, the other party is also a venerable person, and you still have to be prepared for failure. Moreover, this time, regardless of superiority, only life and death are determined." Having said that, He Jian's face was still plain, like an old bark. .

　　Jiang Xiaoxu didn't think, got up and put a little oil on the oil lamp, nodded and said yes.

　　Obtained this promise, He Jian's smile on the face was a little more, he had a kind of hunch, this trip will not be too smooth. Therefore, he is so cautious.

　　 has reached the point of Venerable Master, and the premonition in the mind is like God's teaching, extremely accurate.

　　Jiang Xiaoxu hesitated for a moment and asked, "Master Yu is going?"

　　 "Well, those who are trying are just passers-by in the ruins." With this, He Jian also felt a touch of sadness in his heart.

　　 Jiang Xiaoxu also sighed. Although he had expected it in his heart, when he really heard the news, he was still a bit disappointed.

　　 This time, rumors about Yu Tianrui have been echoing in his ears.

　　 Of course, the focus of his attention is not Ouyang Ming’s cultivation behavior, but He Jian’s breakthrough in the Supreme One, and his thoughts must be related to him. Although I don’t know, what can make people survive the catastrophe, but it does not matter.

　　As long as the Jiang family can get the friendship of Ouyang Ming, how many respecters can be added? If you are more lucky, it is not impossible to integrate the forces of the Daxu people.

　　 "Say what to say, I have to go." He Jian shook the box and said softly.

　　Jiang Xiaoxu sat still, kept silent, and did not send each other.

　　He Jian didn't care, the steps were high and low, and every step was stomped with sandalwood pedals, carrying the sword box, and dashing away.

Looking at the back of He Jianyuan, Jiang Xiaoxu laughed and sighed softly: "This kind of little thing is still worth a visit. You are a venerable person now." Speaking of which, his eyes also showed solemn colors, deep in thought Tao, since Yu Tianrui can't stay, it's good to be able to form a good relationship with Xiaoman. As long as the incense is constant, don’t look at the monk’s face to see the Buddha’s face, but he will not refuse in the future if he wants something.

　　 Moreover, looking at He Jian, he also intends to treat Xiaoman as a man of inheritance, and he will never make a profit.

　　 In the evening, He Jian left silently.

　　Ouyang Ming sent ten miles, He Jianbuzi paused, turned his head, grinned and said, "Okay, come here, and send it away."

　　 "Be careful on the road." Ouyang Ming said with his chin on his back.

　　 He Jian scolded and said, "I didn't expect you to have such a hypocritical side~www.readwn.com~ It's just taking the sword, making it the same as life and death."

　　Ouyang Ming was also not angry. He patted He Jian's shoulder and said with emotion: "It's not hypocritical, but just thinking about not knowing when I will see each other in the future is a bit reluctant."

　　 "Reluctant is not hypocritical?" He Jian asked.

　　Ouyang Ming: "..."

　　 He Jian's eyes narrowed, and then said: "Relax, my old bone just stepped into the Venerable within a few days and will not die easily."

　　 "Treasure." Ouyang Ming's voice was low.

　　 "Well, go." He Jian waved his hand.

　　 He was dressed in sackcloth, with a carving knife hidden in his sleeve, carrying a worn sword box, his hair messy, and he walked slowly in the sunset.

　　'S back can't be described as bleak, nor as vicissitudes, the steps are very light, but every step of the step gives a sense of sound.

　　In the afterglow of Chaoyang, He Jian gradually went away.

　　 This day, the sword **** left the box.

　　Ouyang Ming didn't withdraw his eyes until his back completely disappeared.

　　 shook his head and sighed, "There is no banquet in the world..." After sighing, he walked freely towards the Jiang family, and he paved the way with Xiaoman, at least to make him walk a little easier. ...

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