C6 Drawing

The wind is blowing and the sun is just right.

The staircase that went straight into the clouds in front of them seemed so sacred at this moment.

Was this the path that he had dreamt of countless times?

Ripples appeared in Chu Zhao's heart. He raised his head and looked up. He saw the iron chain piercing deep into the clouds. He couldn't see the end of it. Could it be that the Heaven Reaching Path could really reach the heavens?

He tensed his mind and took the first step. When he stepped onto the Heaven Reaching Path, the only thing left in his eyes was this endless path.

Many people said that this was a path of no return.

While he was recuperating, many people passed the cruel test in Chu Zhao's eyes. Even to those people, the test was very easy. They stepped onto the path naturally and landed lightly, turning into nourishment for the grassland.

Many people said that it was impossible for Heaven Reaching Path to reach the top because no one had ever succeeded. Even those geniuses who were famous in the world had failed without exception.

He was weaker than those people. And now, even the strand of true qi left by his senior brother had been dispersed by him. In Bo Le's words, he was the weakest among all the priests.

Then, would he be like those people, forever staying on this green land?

The staircase was very stable, and it didn't seem to be built in the air at all. It felt just like the staircase that stepped on the mountain path.

The stairs were not steep, and could even be said to be very flat. However, because they were flat, they were very long.

Very quickly, he climbed up a large distance.

At this position, he was already very far away from the lifting stone test. The wooden platform had already shrunk into a black dot here. He could see the scenery of the entire grassland.

However, this was still not high enough, because the legendary building had yet to appear. He couldn't even see the shadow of that building, which meant that the distance between him and the building was still very far.

But he was a little tired.

With only the Heaven Reaching Path in his eyes, he didn't notice that time was passing unknowingly.

How many times did the sun rise from the east and fall from the west?

He didn't know.

He only knew that his body was already tired, and he wanted to sleep.

The sun was lazy and the breeze was gentle, making him feel very comfortable.

So he really sat on the stairs, closed his eyes, and began to enjoy everything that was so rare.

White clouds danced in the azure sky.

Above the white clouds was the top of Heaven Stepping Tavern .

This was the highest place in the world.

The roof was covered with white cotton, like the white clouds on the ground, like a beautiful paradise.

However, if you looked closely, you would definitely find that the white cotton on the floor was actually not clouds, but white hair.

Heaven Stepping Tavern was the world's number one building, and it was also the highest place in the world. It was three thousand meters high, and the roof was a hundred miles wide, but the area was covered by white hair. Then, what kind of terrifying person was the owner of this white hair?

The owner of this white hair was an old man, an old man with white hair and white beard.

The parents of the old man were not terrifying. Instead, they looked very kind, like old grandpas who told their little grandpas stories. They were simple and unadorned, and they attracted people's affection.

There was a table in front of the old man. Papers and brushes were laid on the table. He sat in front of the table and started painting.

He drew a river.

It was a big river. The river was flowing rapidly.

With a few strokes, the continuous green mountains were connected into one piece.

The ink scattered and formed a small mountain village.

The village was not big and there were about ten households scattered around.

As the saying goes, one relies on the mountain to eat the water to eat the water.

Thus, a fishing boat appeared in the river.

Looking at the painting in front of him, the old man was very satisfied. However, when he thought about how life should be rough and rough, he added a few more strokes of wind and rain to the painting.

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Chu Zhao was sleeping soundly. It was as if he had dispelled all the soreness and discomfort in his bones and flesh. However, he suddenly felt as if he had fallen into water.

"Hua!"

A bone-piercing chill began to invade his thin body.

He suddenly opened his eyes. In front of him was the water that could not be differentiated between north, south, east, and west. Caught off guard, the water squeezed from all directions poured into his mouth and nose.

He knew water. Although the nature of the water was not particularly good, it was fortunate that he knew water.

He tried hard to suppress the discomfort in his mouth, nose, and throat. He struggled to swim up, swim up, and swim to the surface of the water. That was what he thought.

The river was rapid, so the route he swam was not straight. Instead, it was like the Heaven Reaching Path, turning into a diagonal line. Because of this, he needed to spend more time and energy.

Because he could not breathe, his face turned as red as blood, veins popped out, and his eyes bulged. He looked a little scary, just like those drowning people.

In the struggle, despair, and despair, he died a cold death.

But luckily, Chu Zhao never thought of giving up. He wouldn't give up, so when he saw a ray of light shining through the river, he knew that his persistence had a good result.

He swam even harder, even more desperately.

Until he could not swim anymore.

It wasn't that he couldn't hold on anymore, but that he was pulled by something, pulling him away from the surface of the water.

Was that all?

Thinking back to his life, he was short and at a loss.

For a short time, he was only 18 years old this year, which was only the beginning of his life.

Confusion referred to the richness of life. He understood most of the things in the world and could be called knowledgeable. This knowledge was something that he had read from books. Books allowed him to walk far more than ten thousand miles. He had seen a life that he would never be able to experience in his entire life. But no matter what, his life was very monotonous.

Reading was the most important thing in his life because he could not cultivate. So reading could only be his most important thing.

He wanted to use reading to change his ordinary life.

Until his senior brother appeared.

His senior brother came to his teacher's school a little later than him.

But he didn't dare to call himself his senior brother, because his senior brother knew more than him, more books than him. The most important thing was that his senior brother could cultivate, and his talent in cultivation was extremely outstanding. He was the teacher's most proud disciple.

Senior brother called me Sir Fu, called me Brother.

He called himself Sir, called me Senior Brother, and called me Brother.

Before his senior brother, Chu Zhao thought that even if he couldn't cultivate, he could still become an extraordinary person through knowledge and wisdom, allowing himself to have greater value in this world.

However, his senior brother had come, an existence that he was destined to never be able to surpass.

He was like a mountain, pressing Chu Zhao's proud heart into the dust.

He wasn't jealous of his senior brother, he only blamed himself for not being outstanding enough.

Therefore, he wanted to stand at the highest place in the world and see this world.

Because the book said that the scenery he saw at different places was different.

Then, standing at a high place, you can naturally see the scenery at a higher place.

He wants to surpass his current self and throw away his cowardice. He wants to defeat his current self.

But now he had no chance.

His consciousness gradually dissipated, becoming weaker and weaker, like a candle flame in the wind, swaying and jumping, but destined to be extinguished.

He felt something wrapping around his body, then gradually shrinking, and then shrinking even more tightly.

He did not know what kind of creature he died in.

This was his final consciousness.

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The dark clouds made the world seem especially oppressive. Coupled with the blade-like cold wind and the finger-sized raindrops, the fishing boat in the river was in a state of unrest.

"Grandpa!"

The girl in the cabin looked at the dark sky outside in fear and called out for help.

The owner of the fishing boat was an old man. He lived by fishing. According to his many years of experience, there would never be such a strange weather today.

This weather was really scary, he had never seen it before.

Hearing his granddaughter's cry for help, he suppressed the fear in his heart and revealed a smile. He said, "Fishes, don't be afraid. Grandpa will put away the net now, and we'll go home immediately. "

The girl pursed her lips and forcefully endured her tears. She nodded heavily and said, "Yes, I'll help you. "

The wind was too strong. The two of them did not dare to put away the net outside the cabin. They could only struggle to pull the net inside.

Suddenly, the old man's hand sank. He was secretly delighted. There was a big fish.

Although this kind of weather made people wish they could hurry back home and make a fire, boil a pot of fish soup around the fire, and then sleep under the blanket. The next day, it was another good weather.

Fortunately, there was a big harvest this time. The heavy feeling in his hands was not hard to guess how rich the harvest was this time. Maybe he and his granddaughter would not need to come out for a few days, and they could exchange some deer meat with the hunters who went into the mountains to hunt. Whether it was roasted or stewed, stir-fried or fried, it was a rare delicacy.

Thinking of this, the old man felt that his strength had increased a little. His granddaughter also put in a lot of effort.

"Grandpa, why is it so heavy this time!"

The granddaughter felt as if her hands were about to break, but she was still unable to retrieve the fishing net. She could not help but feel somewhat discouraged.

The old man narrowed his eyes and smiled. "There must be a big fish this time! When we return, pick a few and send them over to Aunt Zhang. I'll have to trouble her to make you a new set of clothes. Come! Let's try harder! "

The girl looked at her clothes that had several patches on them and happily agreed: "Hey!"

"Hua!"

The fishing net left the water.

"Come, use more strength. The fish is out of the water!" The old man shouted in a deep voice.

The girl did not answer. Her small face was red from holding it in.

"Hua ~"

The fishing net was dragged into the cabin. The grandfather and grandson were so tired that they were gasping for breath. However, when they saw the fish jumping around in the cabin, they were very excited.

This was the biggest fishing net since they started fishing.

The girl was so happy that she went to catch the fluttering fish in the fishing net. The fish slipped away from her hands.

Then she saw something different under the thick fish.

She moved closer and looked very carefully.

Then, she suddenly shouted and hugged her grandfather's shoulder.

The old man quickly hugged the girl and asked with concern, "Fishy, what's wrong?"

The girl pointed at the fish that kept jumping out of the net and said intermittently, "Grandpa. . . There's. . . Someone. . . "