The Path Toward Heaven

Chapter 11

The next morning, when Liu was ten years old, he came again, swept the courtyard, received early food, gathered the leaves, and piled them up beautifully.

Well nine looked at him quietly.

Last night, he listened to master Lu's conversation with Liu, who was ten years old.

Even if he couldn't hear it, LV Shi would deliberately let him hear it.

LV Shi hoped that he would know himself clearly, or because he felt humiliated, he took the initiative to drive Liu shisui away.

Jingjiu understood LV Shi very well. He would have done the same.

How can a monk spend his time on these things.

If Liu was ten years old and listened to master Lu's opinions, he would understand very well. He would do the same.

Before the avenue, there should be no heaven and earth, not to mention what childe.

But what he didn't expect was that Liu had been tossing and turning all night at the age of ten. He still came today and was still doing those things, even more energetic than before.

Well nine suddenly wanted to know what the little boy thought.

However, since Liu shisui didn't listen to master Lu's advice, he naturally wouldn't drive Liu shisui away because of the inexplicable thing of dignity.

It's not easy to have a person who is familiar with his living habits to help take care of his daily life. He hasn't had it in the long years before.

Liu finished his morning work at the age of ten, made a pot of tea, put it on the table, and then moved the bamboo recliner out of the cave.

Well nine lay on the bamboo chair, squinting slightly in the face of the newborn sun, and his fingers tapped gently on the armrest of the chair without rhythm.

Liu was ten years old and didn't go to the sword hall today. He stayed in the courtyard and stood up with arrows. His arms seemed to come out at random, but they were as fast as lightning.

If it had been before, he would not have any reaction to the sound of Jingjiu knocking on the bamboo chair, but it was confirmed a few days ago that he naturally began to listen carefully.

No rhythm is also a rhythm, which still represents the length and interval of breathing.

When he crossed the peaks that day, Liu was ten years old and finally finished his body training. His small face was full of sweat and his body was faint and sore.

He didn't feel hard, but he felt very happy.

He looked back at the bamboo recliner, closed his eyes like sleeping well nine, and couldn't help grinning.

After a year together, he knew that many times Jing Jiu seemed to be sleeping, but he didn't.

"Childe..."

Liu was ten years old and hesitated. He had never done such a thing. But thinking of Master Lu's solemn face last night, he finally summoned up his courage and whispered: "... Can you stop being so lazy?"

When Liu was ten years old, he knew that the childe was lazy. At this time, the bamboo recliner under him was proof. He didn't know how he moved from home.

He also knew that the childe was a very smart man and had great skills, but he finally came to Qingshan sect and had the opportunity to contact Xianfa kendo. How can he continue to be so lazy?

If you continue to be so lazy, how can you pass the internal examination? What if you are really driven away by immortal master?

No matter how natural Tao is, children will not hide their true emotions.

Looking at the sad color on Liu's ten-year-old face, Jing Jiu was stunned, and then smiled.

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That night, Jingjiu stood in the courtyard, looking at the peaks under the starry sky with his hands on his back, silent.

He didn't listen to Liu's ten-year-old's persuasion. He stepped across the arrow, made a bow and fist, refined his body, passed inside and outside, and pursued the perfection of the realm of appearance, so as to lay a good foundation for his future practice.

He doesn't need it.

If divided according to the level of ordinary practitioners, he has already passed the realm of having ceremony and entered the realm of embracing God.

More precisely, when he stepped into the stream in the cave, he was already holding God.

Looking back at the Castle Peak for tens of thousands of years, he should be the one who entered the realm of embracing God fastest.

He doesn't feel proud because he can be so completely because of his special body.

Master Lu, a practitioner of this realm, naturally can't see through the mystery.

All things in the world have gains and losses.

He took out a pale blue pill, threw it into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it into his stomach.

He took a sip of herbal tea and shook his head. He thought it tasted very ordinary.

If this picture falls into the eyes of LV Shi or other Qingshan immortal masters, I'm afraid it will shock them to lose their sword heart.

The light blue pill is called Zixuan pill. It is the best pill that practitioners can take in the initial state.

For disciples holding the realm of God, a purple Xuandan is like a year of hard practice.

It can be imagined how precious this pill is. Only those disciples with the most potential talent will have this treatment.

Few of the sword bearing disciples in the nine peaks of green mountain had taken this pill at the beginning of the year.

Well nine took this precious pill as fried beans.

According to the number and frequency of taking Zixuan pill, if he is an ordinary external disciple, or it takes only an hour to hold the divine realm to perfection.

Of course, it is more likely that half an hour ago, the external disciple died because of the sharp rise in the number of real yuan.