The Path Toward Heaven

Chapter 370

(yesterday's note was to say that I couldn't find a suitable topic for the Turing test for a long time, so I had to skip the process. As a result, I forgot to say and let it go.)

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Do it again.

Practice in the sparse heaven and earth aura.

Be the prince.

Well nine has experience in these things.

Therefore, he has no difficulty in adapting to the dreamland in qingtianjian.

But he found something wrong.

One day he was in a daze in the imperial garden. He saw two palace maids playing chess and helped land a chess piece.

This is not a pleasure at seeing and hunting, nor does it intend to publicize his intelligence. It is entirely a natural act of his subconscious mind.

Now he is an ordinary person. This experience that he has not had for a long time makes him seem to go back to the Chaoge city a long time ago and run around the imperial palace. He is afraid that his brother will catch him back to study. Then he sees two palace maids who are guessing boxing and stealing wine in the imperial garden.

After he dropped the chess piece, he remembered that this was not Chaoge city.

This palace is not that palace.

My brother has died in Guocheng temple for many years.

Is this the influence of Yunmeng dreamland?

Well nine understood something.

From that day on, he never played chess again.

Until that winter many years later, King Jing's son braved the wind and snow to come to the capital.

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King Jing's son Bing Xue is smart and Su Hui is born, but he is only four years old now. Naturally, he won't go to the capital in many years. There are many things he can't do. For example, let the Lord fully listen to his opinions, such as establishing his own espionage organization and finding those who ask questions as soon as possible.

Mr. has left. He sits at the window and writes to the falling snow.

His handwriting is excellent. Not to mention children of the same age, even the martial masters in the palace are not better than him. Mr. was very satisfied and proud. He said many times that he didn't have to practice so hard, but he didn't listen. He still wrote a lot of big characters in his study every day.

Those seemingly unrelated words are some materials he wrote down, and no one can understand them except him.

It's not difficult to find another questioner, because the date of birth is the same, and he remembers everyone's small movements, looks and habits. His only worry is whether living in a dreamland for a long time will have some spiritual impact and gradually forget some things.

So he wrote down all the information, and of course he didn't forget to write down the most important things.

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Who am I?

Where do I come from.

What am I going to do here.

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After writing those words on the paper, they seemed to pile up at random in the corner of the table. King Jing Shizi moved to the window with some difficulty and looked at the snowflakes.

Cangzhou is at the northernmost end of the state of Chu, bordering the states of Luo and Qin. The climate is cold, and it began to snow very early.

Many questioners should have noticed him by now.

In a few years, or someone will come to Cangzhou, and there are tens of thousands of troops under the control of King Jing inside and outside Cangzhou.

He stood quietly in the middle of the net, waiting for those people to come, or kill, or form an alliance.

Some questioners, like him, don't care about being found. They must have the same ideas as him.

For example, the ninth prince in the palace who is said to be an idiot.

The cold wind poured out of the window.

He coughed twice, took the blanket and covered his leg, looked at his face in the mirror and smiled with satisfaction.

The little boy in the mirror has thick eyebrows like a sword.

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Of the five countries in the world, Romania is the weakest and the people's life is the poorest.

In particular, the villages near zhangshui did not benefit from water. On the contrary, their properties were destroyed due to several floods in previous years, and they never recovered.

There is a ditch in the field, which is just between two adjacent villages. In the drought of the old year, this ditch must be an important place for the two villages to compete. Men carrying hoes can be seen everywhere. However, there is no one beside the ditch, only two children standing on both sides.

The two children were about four or five years old and dressed in rags. They looked like children from poor families.

They looked at the sun in the canal with their hands on their backs. There was no dialogue, let alone throwing stones at each other. They looked a little old-fashioned.

"Do you think the sun in this canal is true or false?" The child in the East Village suddenly said.

The West Village child said, "do you think the sun in the sky is true or false?"

The East Village child looked up at the sky, narrowed his eyes and said, "I'm afraid it's a bead."

The West Village child said, "return the Tianzhu?"

The two children looked at each other and knew each other's identity. They were both excited and vigilant.

"Do you drink?" Asked the West Village child.

"Especially drinkable." East Village children should say.

The West Village child's eyes were slightly bright and asked, "what's your favorite wine and food?"

The East Village child said, "I like bean curd eggs mixed with fried soybeans best. How about you?"

The West Village child said, "red oil tofu milk with steamed bread."

The two children looked at each other and held out their hands across the ditch.

The East Village child was puzzled and said, "my luck has always been bad, but where is your luck? It landed in such a place where birds don't shit. "

The West Village child sighed and said, "don't mention it, but I'm lucky to meet you."

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He likes to eat red oil tofu milk. He is famous for his good luck. Xicun children are naturally he Yu.

The child in Dongcun is Jiang Rui, a casual friend of he Kai.

Before entering echo Valley, Jiang Rui already saw he Kan. Unexpectedly, he was the first person he met in the dreamland.

He Kan looked at the sun in the sky and said, "it's embarrassing to think that those people may be looking at you and me."

Jiang Rui knew this was to remind himself not to reveal his identity. He lowered his voice and asked, "how did you become a monk in Guocheng temple?"

"Go out and talk." He Kan said, "what's your situation now?"

Jiang Rui smiled bitterly and said, "it's a little miserable. I'll have to kill that man first for a few more years."

He Kan noticed a wound on his body exposed in the hole in his clothes and said, "I'll help you then."

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Jiang Rui returned to his home in the East Village. After entering the door, he didn't have time to do anything, so he was slapped to the ground.

A man full of alcohol scolded and said, "if you don't look at your sister at home, what are you going out for?"

This man is his father in this world. He likes to drink and gamble. Whether he drinks too much or loses gambling, he likes to beat and scold his family to vent.

The only valuable thing in the poor family was sold out by the drunkard.

Casual practice is also a practitioner. When Jiang Rui traveled to the mainland, he was regarded as an immortal by mortals. Where did he receive such treatment. Of course, he wants to recover some accomplishments as soon as possible, kill the drunkard, and then leave the ghost place, but the aura of heaven and earth in the dreamland is too sparse. It will take several years. Do you have to endure such days for years? But if you leave with he Kan now, I'm afraid that if you don't go far, you will be sold by human traffickers or eaten by wild animals.

Thinking of he Kan's name, an idea suddenly appeared in Jiang Rui's heart, and then it couldn't go away.

Countless ideas flashed quickly and finally became a blurted out sentence.

"I met a friend from the neighboring village over the ditch."

Jiang Rui's response was another slap in the face and a sentence from his alcoholic father: "you know what a friend is just a little bastard?"

Jiang Rui covered his face with tears and said, "he gave me white rice cakes and fruit. Of course, he is a friend."

The drunkard's father was stunned and said, "white rice cake? I haven't eaten for a long time. He... Is your friend's family rich? "

Jiang Rui sobbed and said, "he said that a good thing rushed out of the river and was picked up by his mother while washing clothes by the river. He said that the good thing could be exchanged for many things, such as white rice cakes and yellow rice cakes..."

The drunkard father was silent for a while and asked, "what's that good thing like?"

Jiang Rui looked at him carefully and said, "I don't know. He said it was like dry shit, but how could it be a good thing?"

The drunkard father scratched his head and said, "dry shit... Is it yellow?"

"No, he said like... Like the color of that."

Jiang Rui pointed to the sky and said.

There is a golden sun in the sky.

The drunkard's father looked at the sun, narrowed his eyes and thought, is it dog head gold?

It is said that more than thirty years ago, Wang Dahu of the neighboring village found a piece of dog head blonde hair in the river and went home.

Such a good thing finally fell on yourself?

"That's a piece of dried shit!"

The drunkard's father pretended to be very angry, slapped Jiang Rui on the head, but finally just touched it.

That night, the drunkard's father left after dinner.

Jiang Rui knew he wasn't gambling because he didn't drink.

The poor family had no money to light the lights, and it was dark at night.

Muma coaxed her sister and fell asleep on the other side of the Kang.

Jiang Rui, wrapped in a broken quilt, squatted at the other end of the Kang, revealing only his face.

He looked at the stars outside the window and thought silently.

Naturally, it's an excellent thing to form an alliance with he Kai. He believes in he Kai's ability and character. The question is, even if he and he Kai can come to the end, who will the tripod belong to?