Chapter 57: The beginning of the story, but history has not recorded it

If you want to improve your cultivation to the point where you can safely enter before the Xilu Secret Realm, you must figure out the inner logic of this dream space feedback improvement cultivation, and then make use of the highest effect, and for this reason, those two variables must be tested.

Thoughts flashed through Zhao Li's heart.

He had already followed Ji Xin's words and continued:

"Oh, did you agree? ”

Ji Xin was silent, shook his head and said, "I didn't agree, Mr. Li once told me that he hoped that I could avoid the fight with Zhou Qiong and not be rash because of anger." ”

"Actually, I also know, where does Zhou Qiong need any strategy?"

He laughed at himself and said, "Immortal Chief may not know that Xin has been in Deer Cutting City since he was ten years old. ”

"I haven't been able to return to the capital in the past few years, my father has been here a few times a few years ago, and he hasn't come again, but the eldest brother will come here every year for half a month, in the past few years, Zhou Qiong and I have also fought many times, but it's a pity, except for the effect of relying on the true qi of heaven to directly enter at the beginning, after taking the upper hand a few times, there are more defeats and fewer wins. ”

"Now that he is cultivating with the Qi Refiners of Jiulong Mountain, I'm afraid it will be even more difficult to deal with. ”

"Perhaps, as Mr. Li said, the best way to retreat is to avoid conflict, and it will not cause conflict between the eldest brother and the third brother......"

Ji Xin muttered to himself, this is exactly what he has been thinking and considering, as soon as he opened his mouth at this moment, he said it all involuntarily, his eyebrows lost his former composure, it was the helplessness of the young man, his voice became low, Zhao Li's brows furrowed more and more, realizing that Ji Xin was too heavy and heavy by his childhood, and he was almost out of breath.

Zhao Li was silent.

He can indeed ask Ji Xin to respond to the combat that he originally intended to avoid, in order to change Ji Xin's original fate and experience, and observe whether the dream space will change accordingly, whether it will give him feedback, and make a breakthrough in his exercises.

But......

Zhao Li looked at Ji Xin with this appearance, and his heart was not happy.

Super unpleasant.

He made his choice in less than a breath, suddenly laughed, attracted Ji Xin's attention, and then stood up, put his palm on the stone table, looked down on Ji Xin with his eyes, and said:

"I am well aware of your past. ”

"I'm just asking you a question, whether you answer this sentence or not, you can answer it however you want. ”

"Immortal Chief, excuse me. ”

"Ji Xin, let me ask you, do you want to win?"

Ji Xin was stunned, and then subconsciously said: "Immortal Chief said that he laughed, Zhou Qiong is behind the third brother, and he is not on good terms with the eldest brother, if I conflict with Zhou Qiong, he will definitely conflict with the eldest brother, the eldest brother takes care of me a lot, I can't do this." ”

"What's more, I'm not his opponent, Zhou Qiong has already entered the Jiulong Mountain, and in a year, he must have already started alchemy, I have an ordinary talent in martial arts, and I have ...... Back then, my uncle found me Shenxiao Palace, and even Jiuli's refining of the gods took time and pills to get started. ”

His voice became lower and lower, and gradually he couldn't speak, Zhao Li nodded and said:

"I know everything you said. ”

"I'm just asking you, it's you, it's not the Twelfth Prince, it's not the younger brother of the eldest prince, it's not even the name Ji Xin, it's not the son of the royal family, it's just you. ”

Zhao Li's black eyes stared at Ji Xin hard, as if he wanted to see something burning in Ji Xin's eyes, and said in a deep voice:

"Ji Xin ......"

"I ......"

Zhao Li interrupted Ji Xin, and he suddenly burst into tears:

"Do you want to win?!!"

Ji Xin's eyes widened.

Thirty years later, Emperor Tianwu recalled the questions of that day more than once, and more than once asked and answered in his heart.

Finally he lifted his horses, and the banner behind him rushed into the sky, rolling like a falling cloud, and he swept everything in front of him like his ancestors, winning every battle, even in desperate situations, with an amazing desire to win, and finally, even the natural gods had to bow their heads before his halberd and recognize his person.

He burned the sun's essence under the sacred mountain, and walked on the moon through the clouds.

People look forward to his exploits, countless people want to find the beginning of this legend, I don't know how many people have read all the history books and wild records, the last inner supervisor after Emperor Wu left, when tidying up Emperor Wu's house, found a piece of paper sandwiched in his records, the paper has withered yellow, and the strokes on it are still very immature.

"To win, Ji Xin. ”

All along, he survived as the Twelve Highnesses, the prince of Tianqian.

It wasn't until that day that he understood what he was, not for identity, not for status, and someone asked him, just asking 'him' about his own desires and thoughts-

Want to win?

Ji Xin almost didn't even realize it, he had already clenched his fists, and subconsciously said:

"I want to win......"

The corners of Zhao Li's mouth hooked, he hugged his arms, and said lazily: "What did you say?"

"Ahh ”

Ji Xin raised his voice and said, "I want to win." ”

"Huh, did you say anything?"

"I want to win !!"

Ji Xin's face flushed, and he shouted loudly with all his might, even in a dream, when he shouted this sentence, he still felt his throat, his chest was hot, as if something was on fire, and the strange and burning feeling made his blood boil a little.

He took a deep breath, clasped his fists, half-knelt on the ground, and said:

"Xin wants to win, please teach me the immortal chief!"

"Good!"

Zhao Li laughed, the white clouds changed and fluctuated, everything around dispersed, Ji Xin had already appeared in front of him, Zhao Li looked at Ji Xin, and said calmly:

"What you're worried about is that Zhou Qiong followed Jiulong Mountain to learn the Qi Alchemy Technique. ”

"It's just a year, but it's just a beginner. ”

"Today, I will pass on to you a qi refining technique, General Zhou Yan has found you the method of Jiuli? That is the best, close your eyes. ”

Ji Xin closed his eyes.

So he did not see a white scroll unfolding, did not see his feet become an embroidered carpet of intricate and ornate silk threads, did not see the flames burning quietly in the bronze lampposts, and the spices turning into white smoke in the brazier.

The scene in Wu Zhu's memory was intercepted, the introduction and opening were removed, and only the part that told the true meaning of Jiuli's refining divine decision remained, Zhao Lichang exhaled, and silently complained in his heart, after Jiuli's gray wolf, finally even the prince of Tianqian could not escape the turbulent tide of the Heavenly Empire's sea tactics.

Congratulations, congratulations.

He looked at Ji Xin, who had his eyes closed, and thanked him silently.

Touched in his heart, he shook his head, dispelled distracting thoughts, smiled and sighed, stretched out his right hand to stroke Ji Xin's forehead, and said casually:

"Bai Yujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor. ”

"The immortals caressed my top, and my hair was immortalized. ”

"Ji Xin, listen up......"