Ji Lianzhou froze for a moment and turned his head to look at Wen Guye.

The girl downstairs was still crying, and the son of the city lord was full of □□, and secretly instructed the family members beside him to surround the singing girls. The monks at the surrounding tables were all drinking tea without caring about themselves, and the singing girl was crying more and more sadly.

The son of the city lord probably felt that everything was safe, and when he took a step forward, he had to pick up the girl's chin and say: "The little lady will return to the house with the master, as long as she serves the good master, she will enjoy endless blessings." Tsk, don't cry. ”

Ji Lianzhou felt miserable, but Wen Guye was still expressionless.

After thinking about it, Ji Lianzhou said tentatively: "Little brother wants to save people?" ”

Wen Guye raised his eyebrows, as if looking at him in surprise: "You really didn't see it?" ”

Ji Lianzhou was stunned and saw it...... What the?

He frowned, and swept his sense over the people downstairs again. Could it be that Wen Guye is not teasing the little lady, but having great power?

Holding such a thought and observing for a moment, even the family members around the son of the city lord were swept by him one by one, and Ji Lianzhou still didn't notice that something was wrong. He almost gave up, and casually condensed his divine consciousness on the two people in the excitement, so it was very clear that he had just entered the middle stage of qi refining, but the singing girl was chaotic, as if there was no aura.

Wrong.

Ji Lianzhou's eyes widened suddenly, put away his contempt, and carefully swept around the singing girl.

After a while, he was dumbfounded: "Mid-Jindan? Do you have a magic weapon that can cover up your cultivation? ”

Wen Guye bowed his head slightly: "Yes." ”

Ji Lianzhou paused for a long time, and finally let out a long sigh of relief: "This is really ...... Who the hell is she? ”

"Weiyangwu, Shen Xiandai."

Ji Lianzhou recalled for a while: "Weiyangwu? Vinaya? ”

Look at the singing girl - it's time to call Shen Xiandai, she really has a piano in her arms. Ji Lianzhou didn't pay attention to it just now, but after taking a closer look, he realized that the qin was actually a magic weapon.

He was speechless, he knew only one thing. The son of the city lord is the highest in the family and is only in the middle stage of foundation building, which is already considered a strong person in the immortal city outside the borders of this kind of major sects, and no matter how strong a person is, even if he is willing to stay in the immortal city, he will not only be a family member.

A group of people together can't compare to Shen Xiandai plucking the piano.

However, "Isn't the owner of Weiyang Dock surnamed Shen?" What is the relationship between this Shen Xiandai and the dock master? ”

Wen Guye replied: "The daughter of the dock master...... Previously, when I went out to practice with my sect brothers and sisters, I encountered a fourth-order demon beast, and when I woke up, I was already in Jialu Mountain, and I lost my memory. ”

Ji Lianzhou sighed: "It's really unfortunate. ”

Having said that, Ji Lianzhou has guessed what happened and what will happen next. Shen Xiandai, who has lost her memory, is most likely difficult to discover the secrets on her body, and most of the magic weapons used in legal cultivation are ordinary things, and they are not noticeable when they look at them. She is the daughter of the dock master, and she has a magic weapon on her body to cover her cultivation, but she doesn't know this. In this way, judging yourself as a singing girl according to the eyes of others does not seem to be impossible.

If it was the real Ji Yuan who came here, he would definitely come to the rescue when there was a noise downstairs. Shen Xiandai was grateful, followed Ji Yuan along, and accidentally plucked the strings on the way, and Ji Yuan noticed that the aura fluctuated......

Ji Lianzhou covered his forehead, could it be true?

As for how Wen Guye knew about this qiē, he didn't want to know at all. It's nothing more than how Ji Yuan is, how Ji Yuan is, and how Ji Yuan is.

However, looking at Wen Guye's attitude at the moment, he is obviously not ready to come to the rescue. Thinking of this, Ji Lianzhou subtly sensed a hint of relaxation.

He was tied to Wen Guye, how could Wen Guye share his attention with others?

The following disputes continued, Shen Xiandai's eyes were full of tears, and she was holding a xylophone in her arms, becoming more and more weak. However, Ji Lianzhou has every reason to believe that the material of that piano is probably only one grade worse than Xuanmu.

His mind was racing, and Wen Guye said coldly: "Could it be that the little junior brother pities her?" ”

Ji Lianzhou came back to his senses in an instant and said, "How come? He looked at Wen Guye, his eyes were gentle and lingering, just like a pool of spring water, "I only have you as my little brother, as for the others, it doesn't matter if she is the master of Weiyangwu or the holy daughter of Ruoqiangfang...... It's not as good as a hair of my little brother. ”

Wen Guye's long inky hair was crowned, but Ji Lianzhou clearly remembered the appearance of the other party's long hair. Especially in the memory of Shuangxiu and the time when he first won the relinquishment, he saw that Wen Guye had white skin, and his black hair hung down on his body, which was in sharp contrast, like a splash of ink.

His love words came easily, and Wen Guye only didn't believe it. But he didn't show it on his face at all, and only replied lightly: "What else?" ”

Ji Lianzhou continued very smoothly: "Little brother treats me so well, I will treat little brother well...... Little brother, don't leave me, I want to be with my little brother, whenever and wherever I am. ”

This is like Ah Zhou's words.

Wen Guye's eyes darkened, his sleeves flicked slightly, and the windows of the room opened to both sides.

Downstairs, the son of the city lord pulled out Shen Xiandai's sleeve, and Shen Xiandai's fingers were about to wipe the strings.

Wen Guye said, "What are you waiting for?" Let's go. ”

At this time, Ji Lianzhou felt regretful, and left now, didn't he give away a favor that Weiyangwu owed to the two of them in vain? Although with Shen Xiandai's cultivation, there would be no major incident in this immortal city......

Wen Guye was already standing beside the bed, looking back at him, a wisp of wind blowing the broken hair on his forehead.

He turned against the light, and some shadows appeared on his face, blurring and softening the lines on his face. His eyes were bright and cold, like stars in the sky.

Ji Lianzhou's heart moved, and he suddenly abandoned what he had thought before, and even subconsciously helped Wen Guye find a good excuse.

Wen Guye had never seen Shen Xiandai before, and he couldn't directly bring her back to Weiyangwu even if he saved someone. As a result, there will be endless troubles that can be imagined in the future.

The two of them also have to go to the western frontier to explore the spiritual vein, how can they waste so much time.

He walked quickly to Wen Guye's side and smiled at him, his eyes were clear, and his color was like a peach blossom: "Little brother, let's go." ”

The Wind Resist was pinched in between, and the spirit sword was already waiting outside. Ji Lianzhou had an idea the moment he stepped on it, will the broken nameless sword be repaired one day?

Speaking of which, if you really want to fix it, you can only do it by yourself or Wen Guye.

The nameless sword was refined by Wen Guye when he was at the peak of his Jindan, although it was his former natal weapon, he had an innate affinity for Wen Guye.

His mind turned around, and in the blink of an eye, he had reached the outermost city wall of the fairy city. Jialu Mountain looms ahead, and the top of the mountain is hidden in the clouds.

Ji Lianzhou felt something, and said: "Little brother, ......"

After saying three words, behind the two of them, there was a sudden burst of piercing sounds. If the sound wave is substantial, it swings in the air, farther and farther away, and lighter and lighter.

At their feet, most of the monks who came and went in the immortal city heard this, and most of them froze, and then vomited a mouthful of blood.

The smell of blood wafted in the city, but ordinary people who couldn't draw qi into their bodies didn't feel it. In addition, it is the one who cultivates above the middle stage of Jindan.

In the lobby of the inn where they had stayed before, Shen Xiandai bit her lower lip and stroked the strings in confusion.

She was the only one standing.

The sound waves were getting farther and farther away, and even the birds in the forest outside the fairy city were startled. Wen Guye looked at this scene, turned his head sideways and asked Ji Lianzhou, "How are you?" ”

Ji Lianzhou touched his heart and said, "The dantian is shaking...... Just now, he probably used up all of Shen Xiandai's aura. ”

Wen Guye twisted his eyebrows: "Are you hurt?" ”

Ji Lianzhou smiled: "That's not true, little brother don't worry." ”

After all, he was far away from the place where the incident happened, and his cultivation was only one level lower than Shen Xiandai.

Wen Guye sighed, and his furrowed brows still did not loosen.

Seeing this, Ji Lianzhou groaned slightly, and said, "Little brother wants to go back?" ”

Wen Guye said: "No...... That's it, that's it. ”

He originally thought that if Ji Yuan was here, the people in this city would not be injured.

Later, I thought about it, in those days when he practiced swords in the Xiaoyao Sect and Ji Lianzhou wandered around the Cangyuan, how many sisters Fanghua who should have been met and saved by Ji Yuan died early.

The current situation is no different.

Ji Lianzhou waited for a while, but Wen Guye never spoke again. He was a little surprised, Wen Guye didn't look like a sentimental person for this little thing...... What's going on?

There were already people in the city rushing to the inn, Wen Guye stood above the city wall with a flying sword, and the spread of his divine consciousness clearly showed him the scene of Shen Xiandai being caught and questioned by someone who came.

He closed his eyes, his fingertips darting, and pinched out a messenger finch.

The finches were soon released and headed out into the endless blue sky. Wen Guye remembered something and asked Ji Lianzhou: "If you hear that if there is any demon obsession during the tribulation, it will fail?" ”

In fact, this sentence is not heard, but a setting made by a friend.

There happened to be a person who had experienced a transitional tribulation right now, so he asked directly.

Ji Lianzhou obviously didn't expect Wen Guye to turn his attention to himself all of a sudden. He turned his gaze back from the direction where the little finch disappeared, thought for a moment, and said, "Little brother, let's talk while walking?" ”

Wen Guye said softly: "Okay." ”

Floating clouds swept past the two of them, and the lush greenery on Jialu Mountain came into view. Ji Lianzhou took several deep breaths, and finally said, "You don't ask, I haven't thought of it yet." ”

The failure of the crossing came too suddenly, and after that, he was only determined to find a suitable body to give up. After that, things happened one after another, and Ji Lianzhou never had a chance to think about why he failed.

It is said that he stayed in the Mahayana period for 10,000 years, and in the end, the clouds came because the aura spontaneously overflowed the meridians, and the foundation could not be more solid. As the supreme Demon Venerable in the Hidden Dragon Abyss, he had the best resources in the entire cultivation realm.

In this case, how can the catastrophe fail?

"At that time, I wanted to see someone...... Ji Lianzhou recalled little by little.

As the last bolt of lightning fell, he saw a vague figure.

It wasn't clear, but it did distract him.

Therefore, he didn't have time to resist when the thunderbolt fell, so his body was shattered by the smashing spirit sword, and even his soul fluttered, as if it was about to be blown away by the wind.

“…… That person, probably, is you. ”