Heaven's Path

Cathay is the name of the people who live in this land.Of course, only those who know that there are other worlds in the sky besides this one would think of giving their own a name.Whenever people look up at the starry sky, they will always be shocked in one way or another.

After each round of shock, they will imagine whether there is another world hidden behind the shining stars facing them in the sky, and whether there are the same people looking up at the sky there.

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The dark red wasteland is covered with sword marks dotted all over, each one is deep and sharp, leaving no room for it.The air is filled with spatial deformation caused by excessive spell casting, and the dim light is refracted into various colors, giving it an illusory feeling.

A long sword as bright as autumn water reflects the stars in the sky.

A man in white clothes and a white mask holds a long sword, pointing at a tall old man.The old man's chest twitched like a bellows, as if there was not enough air around him.The originally shining eyes became dim and dull, and his stalwart body was like a dead branch in autumn, trembling when the wind blows.

"What else do you have to say?" the man in the white mask said softly, his voice was like a puff of unfocused smoke.

"Kill me, and you can't stop the people here from looking up at the sky!" The old man seemed to have aged for hundreds of years, his voice was dry and weak, but the meaning of his attachment was extremely strong.

After a chuckle, the man said in a majestic tone: "The sky is there, and no one will stop the ants from looking up at it. But the purpose of looking up at it should be out of worship to the gods. If it is not the intention, it is blasphemy. To accept God's condemnation."

The old man laughed twice, coughed a few more times, and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, "It's really ridiculous. When I know that you are just a group of walking corpses, you worry about those shadows in the dark every day, worrying about being followed. Those who see through, live in fear every day. You want to control everything, but you can't even control yourself. I know this is a disease that comes from your blood, from your bones, and from your heart. You Just a group of poor people. Maybe you can kill me today, but I am a free person who can enjoy the good times and beautiful scenery, the wind and rain. And you..."

"Enough!" The man roared and stabbed out the long sword, the scorching eyes of the sword seemed to eclipse the stars in the sky.The long sword pierced into the old man's chest, inch by inch.Fresh blood gushed out like beads from the blood groove on the sword spine, and the old man's life force was passing away bit by bit, like an empty shell that had been drained.

Facing the dying body of the old man, the man regained his composure just now, "Since you mentioned freedom, I will let you be an immortal puppet, so that you will live forever and cannot be detached, and your soul will slowly disintegrate, and finally become As a body. Let you see how the world surrenders under our feet. Whether it is Aurora, Honggu, Tianxun or the land of no sleep, there are countless star realms in the sky that worship God. As I squire, you should be proud, rest in peace."

His slender fingers brushed against the old man's stubborn eyes, but those eyes could not be closed for a long time, as if they were fighting for the last time.

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Chapter 1 Mourning

The Baishui River in the west of Yuezhou City has been flowing quietly for more than 2000 years, silently nourishing the millions of people in Yuezhou City. Every autumn, the reeds by the river turn golden yellow. When the wind blows, large areas of reed flowers bloom with the wind. Dancing, blossoming catkins sprinkled all over the river, the scenery is spectacular.

A middle-aged man in a blue robe stood in front of a tomb by the river, looking at the reed flowers covering the sky, and remained silent.This person is eight feet tall, with a face like white jade, and tears glisten in his slender eyes. He is not very old, but his temples have white hair with stars. In this cool autumn night, there is a kind of sadness that cannot be concealed. .Standing beside the blue-robed man was a child, about six years old, with a childish face, a small hand firmly grasping the corner of the middle-aged man's clothes, his young body shrank endlessly in the cold wind.

"Yun'er, bid farewell to your mother, we should go back." The middle-aged man said quietly, with a sad tone in his tone, and his heart was still immersed in deep thoughts.

"Mother, Yun'er will come to see you next year, and next year I will be able to go to a private school." The child's eyes shone with inspiration. For him, this annual ceremony is not much more solemn than going to a private school. Mother is just a person in his young heart. If there is a faint shadow, you can't see it clearly, but the teacher of the private school passes by the door of his house every day.

At this time, two traveling monks came up the official road by the Baishui River. One had an old face with many wrinkles on his face. There are 360 ​​rosary beads the size of dates.The other is a seven or eight-year-old young monk, with a childish face, wearing a slightly oversized light blue monk robe, closely following the old monk step by step.

The two seemed to be discussing something, and the river wind blew their words into the ears of the middle-aged man, only to hear the young monk say: "Master, I often hear people say that life is short, and you have to suffer from impermanence. To transcend, one must cultivate the Tao, and devote every day to practice, so that one can get rid of reincarnation and impermanence as soon as possible."

The old monk stretched out his big palm-like hand and patted the little monk's bald head crisply, and said: "Don't hang out with little Taoist priests all day long, what kind of insight can you gain. Impermanence, suffering and joy all come from the heart. The mind is as calm as water, it is a paradise everywhere, even if it reincarnates, I am afraid of what it will do." The little monk nodded thoughtfully.

The two walked while talking, and after a while, they came to the middle-aged man. The old monk's eyes swept over him, but his body stopped in front of him.After chanting the Buddha's name, the old monk took out a dilapidated bowl and said: "The almsgiver is polite. The monk is a monk who has traveled all over the Qingzhou continent in order to promote the great way of Buddhism and turn it into a temple and a place for my Buddha." Make a golden body. I also hope that the benefactor will give money if he has money, and if he has no money, he will do good deeds, and follow the old monk to recite the Buddha's name."

The middle-aged man took out ten taels of silver from his pocket and put it into the old monk's bowl.The old monk nodded with a smile on his face, and led the young monk away gradually. After the figures of the two disappeared, there was a faint verse in the river wind:

The impermanence of all actions is the law of birth and death.

Birth and death have ceased, and extinction is joy.

Since life escapes, why bother to hold on.

Pass on the mantle early to avoid life without falsehood.

The middle-aged man pondered the gatha several times and said, "Let's go".Immediately, he took the child's little hand and drove towards the carved carriage behind him.The two family members lifted the curtains skillfully, and the carriage slowly drove towards Yuezhou City.This man is Chen Changqing, the leader of the Qilin Bodyguard Bureau in Yuezhou City, and the boy next to him is his only son, Chen Yunsheng.

There are two streets in Yuezhou City, and a cross divides the city into four parts. The Qilin Bodyguard Bureau is located in the northwest corner of the city.Adjacent to the main street, the gate tower is towering, and a stone lion on one side is very powerful. This stone lion is the proud work of an old stonemason in the east of the city. Chen Changqing really spent a lot of money to buy it.

He brought his young son down from the carved carriage and was greeted by servants and entered the gate. As soon as Chen Changqing passed through the screen wall, he met Liu Steward of the Escort Bureau.This person is 40 years old and Chen Changqing is similar in age, but his complexion is much older. Wearing a blue cotton robe, he looks very decent.Seeing Chen Changqing bowing and saluting, he said humbly: "My lord, Escort Wang is back and has been waiting for you in the living room for a long time."

A slight smile flashed on Chen Changqing's expressionless face, and he went straight to the living room without delay.A young Confucian scholar in his 30s came out from the door. He had delicate features, white teeth, red lips, and a refined and refined air.With a happy face, he blurted out after a long distance: "Brother! You're back!"

The young literati is Chen Changqing's second brother, Wang Mian.He is clever, upright, and not weak in martial arts. He is the right-hand man of the Qilin Escort Bureau.

"Second brother! I kept you waiting for a long time. I didn't expect you to come back so soon." Chen Changqing hugged the young scribe with a bright smile on his face.

"No, the dart trip went surprisingly smoothly, and there was no obstacle in crossing the state. There were a few little thieves who coveted the dart silver, and they were frightened when they saw the dart flags of our Qilin Escort Bureau. The dart silver this time The remuneration has been reported to the accountant." Wang Mian and Chen Changqing entered the living room hand in hand.

"My younger brother brought some gadgets to my elder brother and younger nephew when I arrived in the capital. This set of porcelain is called Balin Xianrui, and it was made by Qingyu Zhai in the capital." Wang Mian pointed to the Eight Immortals table in the house.

There is a set of porcelain on the table, which is composed of eight porcelain pots, each with bright glaze color and white carcass. Under the glaze, there are eight unicorns of different shapes, some roaring, some bowing their heads, some speeding, and some unicorns. There is even the biggest fire unicorn, with its teeth and claws, and its feet on the fireball. It is so mighty, and it is not vulgar at first glance.Next to the porcelain, there are some jade marbles played by children and little people and ponies, all of which are lifelike.

At this time, the servant had already brought the tea, and Chen Changqing took a sip, and said to Wang Mian with a little gratitude: "My dear brother, please take care. This trip will pass through several prefectures and counties. Although my dear brother will not tell you, the hard work is natural." It’s not small. If your sister-in-law’s bogey day is not approaching, I definitely can’t let you go alone.”

"What is the big brother talking about? How can my brother be so polite."

"Second brother came back from this trip, but he hasn't gone home to see his younger siblings yet."

"No, we're all back anyway, don't worry." Wang Mian shook his head and smiled innocently.

"Don't worry? Don't drink the tea. Hurry up and go home and see your siblings. We have lived in the days of licking blood with knives. My wife and children are terrified at home all day. If you don't report your safety when you come back, come on." What am I doing! Tomorrow we will get drunk again!" Although Chen Changqing said the order to chase away the guests, he was full of gratitude in his heart. If Wang Mian hadn't worked hard these years, the Qilin Escort would not have the reputation it is today. According to his mind, the business can make ends meet.

Wang Mian scratched his head, and said with some embarrassment: "The big brother's lesson is, then I'll go back and see that woman first, and my brother will get drunk some other day."

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After Chen Changqing bid farewell to Wang Mian, he returned to the bedroom alone, staring at the old sword hanging on the wall in a daze.

"Wenjun, it's your taboo day again. It's been five years, and I feel like I'm suffering every day. I can hide the aura on my body, my name, and my dusty blood, but I can't get you back. Xiu So what? Even if I cultivate to become a god, I will not be able to awaken your sleeping soul beside the Styx." He took a sip of the wine glass in his hand, and the acrid breath filled his throat.

"Yun'er will be six years old in ten days. Today I met an old monk. He enlightened me with verses and asked me to pass on the mantle to Yun'er as soon as possible. I'm afraid those people will find him soon. I came to the door. In a short while, I will seal the power of the blood into his body, and then teach him the sword art. Within ten years, he will definitely inherit my mantle. At that time, I will disperse my cultivation and chase you away." Chen Changqing blushed Two lines of muddy tears were left on his face, he was not used to crying anymore.

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In the secret room of the Qilin Escort, Chen Changqing was sitting on a yellow futon, and Chen Yunsheng was sitting opposite.He didn't know what his father was going to do, and he was still immersed in the scene of playing with his children.

Chen Changqing stood with the two fingers of his left hand on his Tanzhong air point, muttering something, his right hand flew out like lightning, and touched 32 large points on Chen Yunsheng's body like a dragon.The blue light in his eyes suddenly appeared, and he could see through Chen Yunsheng's Zhoutian meridians.

At this time, a red light emerged from Chen Changqing's sky spirit, and the sound like a dragon's chant echoed in the secret room. The red light gradually transformed into a unicorn with claws and teeth, and rushed directly to the center of Yun Sheng's eyebrows, entering in a flash.Chen Changqing didn't dare to neglect, he hastily let go of Chen Yunsheng's acupuncture points with both hands, guiding the red light to swim in his son's body.

At the beginning, it was still possible to vaguely see the redness surging in the body, making the blood vessels and organs blood red, which was quite strange.Slowly, the red light is gradually diluted and submerged in the 120 eight acupoints of Zhou Tian, ​​especially Yintang.It was as if 120 or eight small lamps were lit all over Chen Yunsheng's body, illuminating the secret room red.

This process lasted for half an hour. Chen Yunsheng could only feel the heat wave surging in his body, his internal organs seemed to be burned by flames, and streams of pure fire aura flowed endlessly through his eight meridians like rivers and rivers. , suddenly expanded his meridians several times.Many times Chen Yunsheng felt uncontrollable, and when he wanted to stand up, Chen Changqing forced him to hold him down. His whole face was flushed red, and his lower lip was bitten with traces of blood.

You must know that this child was born in adversity. Although his father has a huge family business, he has not lived a truly stable life for a few days. His character has been resolute and strong since he was a child, and he endured the whole process.On the other hand, Chen Changqing's condition was not much better, his face was covered with sweat, his face was pale, and his long gown was soaked in sweat, obviously his vitality was seriously injured.

After imparting the exercises, Chen Changqing didn't say much, but just asked his son to step back and rest. For him, the matter of practice will last forever, so he can slowly learn the method of sitting in meditation.Chen Yunsheng doesn't have any foundation yet, even though he has spiritual roots, he still needs to practice step by step.Chen Changqing didn't leave the secret room right away, but meditated all night to recover the lost true energy.

It is uncommon in the practice world to seal the natal magic weapon into someone else's body with the power of true energy, which harms oneself and benefits others.The main reason is that not everyone can accept this kind of spirit sealing and thaumaturgy.When the meridians and spiritual roots between the subject and the caster are not correct, it will often cause great harm to the subject, ranging from damage to the meridians, to bursting to death.

The sealed spiritual energy cannot be used immediately, it needs to be assimilated by the recipient's own spiritual energy.Otherwise, so many elders and masters of the immortal sect can pass on some magic weapons and exercises to their disciples and grandchildren in this way to continue the incense of their sect.