The Path Toward Heaven

Chapter 61

The night with heavy rain is the deepest. The clouds are very thick and heavy. There is no starlight. It is dark everywhere.

Well nine stood at the top of the blue lake peak, quietly. The night wind blew white clothes, and there was no sound.

Different from other peaks, the top of Bihu peak has a flat terrain and a large area. There is a Bihu Lake in the middle.

The name of Bihu peak comes from this.

There is an island in the middle of the blue lake. There is a palace on the island, which looks quite cold in the rainstorm.

The palace was not the residence of the master of Bihu peak, but had another master.

Jing Jiu looked at the palace quietly and didn't know what he was thinking.

The nine peaks of the green mountain are extremely guarded, and the blue lake peak is extremely strict because of this palace. There are sword arrays everywhere between the peaks.

Somehow, those sword arrays didn't seem to exist for Jing Jiu, so he easily reached the peak without disturbing anyone.

If he is a strong person who breaks the sea, or there are some possibilities, but he is just a young disciple who has just entered the artistic conception, why can he do this?

The green mountain array leaves a passage in the night sky at the top of the blue lake peak, which is like a hole.

The rainstorm kept falling from the night sky. Countless lightning lit up the night sky from time to time and fell on the island in the middle of the blue lake, as if to split the palace into pieces.

The rain was dense, the blue lake rolled up snow waves, but the lightning disappeared silently, as if swallowed by the palace. The picture looked very strange.

Looking at the island in the rainstorm, well nine looked a little dignified.

From the mountain village to nansongting, xijianxi and then to Shenmo peak, he was very calm no matter what kind of people and things he met.

Tonight is obviously different.

He knew that the palace was the secret place of the spirit tree raised by Leiwei of the Castle Peak sect.

This palace is not guarded by any green mountain disciples, because the white ghost, one of the four guards of green mountain... Lives here.

The rainstorm became heavier and heavier, but the number of lightning became less and less. Jing Jiu walked to the blue lake.

In his present state, he has been able to walk on the lake, but he will not do so.

It may be seen by Bihu peak disciples who return from Yujian.

The more important reason is that he doesn't want to disturb each other in advance.

When he ran out of the stone wall with the stream and landed in the lake, he learned a move. It was clumsy, but it really worked.

But now he doesn't have to hold a heavy stone.

He slowly sank into the bottom of the lake like a stone and walked forward.

The lake was getting deeper and deeper, his steps were still so stable, and he didn't make any sound, and even the current around him didn't change much.

Those constantly swimming fish disturbed by the rainstorm don't seem to find his existence.

As time moved, his speed became slower and slower, and his expression became more and more dignified.

He clearly felt that there was a threat ahead, as if it were a God.

Closer to the island, the threat became more and more terrible.

The lake began to become shallow, and occasionally the white light brought by lightning above could be seen.

He boarded the island in the middle of the lake, and the night sky above was the channel opened by the green mountain array.

The rainstorm here is more sudden, the night is darker, and the more you can really feel the terrible power of lightning falling from time to time.

That pressure does not come from the sky.

Well nine is integrated with rainstorm.

He looked quietly at the palace not far away.

This is the place where the guards live. The disciples of Bihu peak are not allowed to enter without permission, so there are many wild animals on the island.

In the rainstorm, some sounds can be heard faintly, and there are many green lights on the trees.

Well nine know that those are not mountain ghosts, but wild cats.

The wild cats, wet by the rain, were licking their bodies in embarrassment and futility, but they didn't find him coming.

Looking at the palace in the rain, Jing Jiu took a step forward.

He confirmed that he had not made any sound.

He didn't breathe, and this step happened to be in the interval of his heartbeat.

But a sight fell on him.

Was it discovered so early?

It seems that in this negotiation, I am doomed to fall behind.

Well nine thought so and looked at the place.

Just then, there was a loud noise in the night sky.

A very thick lightning fell and lit up the whole palace.

There is a window in a corner.

A white cat was lying on the windowsill.

There was no rain, but its hair was wet.

The white cat's hair is very long. After being wet by the rain, it is tangled into clusters, which is somewhat ugly.

But if you look for a long time, sometimes you will have an illusion that those clusters of hair are swords.

The white cat squinted and looked lazy. It was very harmless.