"Don't you like my name?"

Finally, Yan Jing still asked this question that had bothered her for a long time. "Words * love * first * hair

For a long time, from Cong Ye's words, Yan Jing didn't find that Cong Ye hated herself, but she never heard Cong Ye call her name once.

It seemed that Yan Jing would ask this question, Cong Ye was a little stunned at the time, and said after a while:

"It's not that I don't like it, but I like it very much."

From Cong Ye's expression Yan Jing, it could be seen that Cong Ye was not joking with himself, nor was he being courteous to himself, but Cong Ye had another story in his heart.

"Did you ever know a girl named Yan Jing?"

With the sensitivity peculiar to girls, it is not difficult to come to such a conclusion.

"And more than one."

This time it was Yan Jing's turn to be stunned.

If Cong Ye once knew or loved a girl and happened to have the same name as himself, although this possibility is not large, it still exists. But if Cong Ye actually met two, or loved two girls with the same name as himself, how could Yan Jing believe it.

The two were silent for a long time before Yan Jing lowered her head and looked at her toes and asked Cong Ye:

"Can I hear her or their story?"

"It's a long story."

"I have time to reads(); (Wear it quickly) has a father who can be willful. ”

In fact, after holding it in his heart for so long, Cong Ye also wanted to find someone to talk to. Although he knew that Yan Jing liked herself a little and was not a suitable person to talk to, Cong Ye thought about it and finally agreed to Yan Jing.

The story is indeed very long, and by the time the leaves were finished, it was already dark.

Then there was a long silence, Yan Jing stood up and said to Cong Ye:

"It's time for me to go back."

After speaking, he sacrificed the flying sword, left Cong Ye alone, and went back to the mountain gate of the Xuanyin Sect alone.

In this regard, as a cong leaf who has too much emotional debt, it may not be a good thing. Although he didn't hate Yan Jing in front of him, and even liked it a little, Cong Ye really didn't want to provoke any more girls.

Many days later, Cong Ye, who had been immersed in the realized doppelganger technique, saw Yan Jing standing in front of him again, and his face could no longer see the loneliness and sadness when he heard his story. Still the same as always, with a reserved smile.

"Do you want to go out for a walk?"

Cong Ye didn't understand Yan Jing's words for a while.

"Where are you going?"

"Let's take a walk, the last time I went out to practice, I met Mulian, so I didn't achieve my goal by returning in a hurry."

At this time, Cong Ye understood that the "go out for a walk" in Yan Jing's mouth meant going out to practice.

"Just the two of us?"

"Who else do you want to go with?"

asked Cong Ye with a smile, and his eyes kept staring at Cong Ye's face.

Cong Ye didn't suspect that Yan Jing was jealous, but she was a little curious about why she suddenly had such an idea.

"Master Yan, do they know?"

One sentence made Yan Jing laugh when she asked, and only after a long time did she whisper:

"You don't think I'm here to ...... with you."

Before the word "Ben" was spoken, Yan Jing's pretty face was already red, and she hurriedly twisted her head to the side.

Cong Ye doesn't matter, he doesn't delay his cultivation wherever he goes. Besides, Yan Jing's words have already been spoken, and if she decisively, she will definitely be embarrassed, so Cong Ye said:

"Okay, I'll be a flower messenger too."

When Yan Jing heard this, her cheeks turned even redder, and she glanced at Cong Ye quickly as if she was angry, then she took out her flying sword, rose up, and galloped due west.

It was indeed aimless, until the sky darkened, Yan Jing, who had been flying in front of the sword, had no intention of stopping.

"Let's go north, there's a city not far away."

Cong Ye's current consciousness is enough to see thousands of miles away, and he doesn't want to be alone in the wilderness, so he casually reminded Yan Jing.

When the two entered the city, it was already completely dark, and they found an inn that looked pretty good, and asked for two upper rooms.

The three-leaf lotus that I got last time is still in Yan Jing's hands. Marry first and love later, the president's first lady.

The next morning, Yan Jing had recovered to normal, and after breakfast, the two of them walked to the street together, and soon came to the market. While strolling, Cong Ye found a bookstore, raised his feet and walked in with Yan Jing.

After looking at it for a while, Cong Ye selected a lot of jade slips that introduced the basic knowledge of the immortal cultivation world, and when he wanted to pay the bill, he remembered that he didn't have a spirit stone.

Yan Jing on the side seemed to want to see Cong Ye make a fool of herself, but she didn't see anything, and she was still looking down at the dazzling jade slips on the shelves.

The shopkeeper also saw that the young man in front of him might have forgotten to bring the spirit stone, and instead of showing a look of annoyance, he reminded Cong Ye and said:

"There are no spirit stones, and bartering is also possible. There are some things on the little brother's body, refining weapons, and alchemy materials. ”

When Cong Ye casually took out an iron essence stone, Yan Jing finally walked over with a smile on her face, and paid the spirit stone for Cong Ye casually, but she didn't forget to tease Cong Ye in a low voice:

"Remember to pay me back when you have money."

When the two turned around and were about to walk out of the store, the voice of the shopkeeper came from behind them:

"If you two want to earn spirit stones, you can go to the ring in the city to have a look."

When Cong Ye heard this, he suddenly stopped, turned around and asked:

"What ring match?"

"Hehe, when I hear that the little brother is not a local. Since ancient times, there has been an underground ring in this Zixu City dedicated to immortal cultivators, who can not only fight on stage, but also participate in betting. ”

Without waiting for Congye to ask where it was, the shopkeeper continued:

"Walk out of the market, turn right at the first street entrance, keep walking, and see the entrance when you walk to the north of the city."

Cong Ye thanked the shopkeeper and looked at Yan Jing beside her, although Yan Jing didn't say anything, she obviously wanted to go and see the excitement. So the two of them followed the route said by the shopkeeper, walked all the way, and came to the north of the city in less than half an hour, and sure enough, they saw an underground entrance, and there were three or three immortal cultivators walking in.

"Will it be dangerous?"

It wasn't until the two of them walked to the entrance that Yan Jing asked worriedly.

"Let's take a look first, can't you still bet and guess whether you win or lose?"

Yan Jing not only didn't make fun of Cong Ye without spirit stones, but instead took out a bunch of lower grade spirit stones and handed them to Cong Ye.

"Aren't you afraid I'll lose?"

"So it's just a low-grade spirit stone."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and without saying anything more, they walked in behind the others.

After walking along the twisting and turning underground corridor, I walked for about two quarters of an hour before I appeared in a noisy underground hall.

In the center of the hall is the so-called ring, and at this time there are already people fighting.

And in a dimly lit corner of the hall, sure enough, someone was shouting:

"Come and bet, bet, now the odds of both sides have exceeded eighty to one, eighty to one."