Xia Ji pondered and weighed.

It seems to be the safest choice to let Meng Po and her previous shadow when she was in the royal capital.

Not really.

At the beginning, he was a prodigal son in the world, lingering in and out of the flowers, staying in the Qinglou at night, attracting bees and butterflies, even Ning Ning at that time felt that his body was very weak, and he needed to make up for it every day, otherwise he was afraid that his body would be hollowed out, and then he suddenly died with a whimper.

With such an identity, it is naturally impossible to leave a woman around, otherwise many things will not be able to happen.

Why?

Others know that you have a name, how can they provoke you again?

Even if it's a fake, isn't the woman around you jealous? Doesn't she need to react somewhat? If she doesn't, isn't it too fake? This simply brings a lot of trouble to her daily operation.

And that's just one of them.

Second.

As the King of Ease, if there is a woman by his side.

Others won't investigate?

Will the Holy Church investigate?

Fengyunlou may still be written on the list of rivers and lakes, and the whole world knows it.

However, can the white peach blossom stand up to inspection?

If you don't choose the white peach blossom and choose Wang Qiqi, then you will be directly involved in the cause and effect of the Wang family, and participate in the struggle for power and profit of the Wang family, you can't say that you are someone's son-in-law, your father-in-law has been bullied, your lady came back to cry to you, you are still indifferent, right?

Even if you don't choose Wang Qiqi, if you choose any other woman, it will be similar to Wang Qiqi, and you will be directly involved in inexplicable cause and effect...

Third.

Are you going to confess who you are to that woman, or are you not confessing?

When you wake up, you say to the person next to you, "Actually, my true identity is the King of Darkness under the Great Zhou", and the person next to your pillow must say, "Let's sleep again"...

To sum up, the identity of the King of Freedom is only suitable for having a shadow.

But now, the identity of this little sword emperor is different.

He's mute and doesn't have a mouth, who will help him talk??

He's a sword idiot, and without anyone to take care of him, he's still down?

Just by looking at the clothes he wore before he died, you can know that this thing's life skills are barely even passing...

Food, clothing, housing and transportation, if it is not on the "level line that is only a little stronger than the homeless", then it is a collapse of the personality, which will arouse suspicion.

Bai Qi's identity has many advantages and conveniences, but the biggest disadvantage is that he is mute.

Besides, if Bai Qi recovers, you are bullied, why don't you go back to Kunlun Mountain?

There's got to be a reasonable excuse, right?

Wife is the best reason.

With a wife, there is a mouth.

With a wife, there is a quality of life.

With a wife, there is a reason not to return to the mountain gate and to wave outside as long as you want.

Meng Po is his most trusted person, and his heir after leaving the world, she has become an underground empress, controlling the darkest parts of this land, and she has obviously done a good job in the past four years.

Xia Ji completed the trade-off.

He looked at Meng Po in front of him and nodded.

Meng Po could hardly believe her eyes, and she was suddenly happy.

"Lord, wait a minute... Yan Ran dressed up a little and came back soon. ”

The underground dark queen of this world hurriedly got up, her body was long, and when she walked, her snow-white long legs and peach blossom cheongsam showed some silky curves.

Oil-paper umbrellas, embroidered shoes, and ink-like figures, as if they want to return to the painting, just turn around, and they can make people feel lost and want to stay.

When she came back, she was already a beautiful little village girl, with a long body, not too beautiful, not ugly, but with snow-white skin.

She was holding an oil-paper umbrella, as if she had just come back from the rice fields in the countryside but met a girl in the rain, her face was still green and worried, and when she looked at Xia Ji, there would be a trace of worship that could be captured.

The girl whispered, "Sir, your wounds are almost healed." She paused and continued to whisper, "Don't worry, sir, Jiren has his own nature... You'll be fine. ”

As she spoke, her eyes filled with worry and a forced smile that barely stirred up.

And the title of Mr. represents the ignorant village girl's worship of the man in front of her.

Xia Ji smiled.

That's nice.

Okay, you can be fake, the moment Meng Po spoke, she had completely substituted herself into the identity of this little village girl.

Now...

The former underground king of the world, and the successor underground queen, each became a down-and-out swordsman, as well as a small village girl, even if Bai Pu and Wang Qiqi were familiar with him, they would definitely not recognize the two of them here.

...

...

The first thing Xia Ji did was to go directly to the Sigh River.

When it comes to Shennong's jade coffin, he will not delay at all.

The deep winter of the 216th year of the Great Zhou calendar.

The war was chaotic and the war raged all over the world.

Wind and snow cover the aisle...

The muddy sigh on the river, there are also flying goose feathers one after another.

The green-shirted swordsman walked by the river, and the little village girl wrapped in a cotton jacket held an umbrella with him.

The oil-paper umbrella is not big, there is always a person's shoulder will be hit by the snow outside, the little village girl always imperceptibly turns the umbrella to the side of the people around her slightly, her left shoulder has been dyed with some snow, the snow inside has melted, penetrated into the jacket, when it is extremely cold, extremely cold, but the little village girl pretended not to feel anything.

And the careless swordsman, who always held the sword at his waist, seemed to have paid no attention to these details.

Maybe under the careful conditioning of the little village girl, the swordsman's originally pale face has become a little ruddy, and it will only take about ten days.

However, the truth is...

Meng Po is a mobile Jianghu library.

Xia Ji can now accurately locate his power through [Divine Enlightenment] again.

For example, he knew that Meng Po would know the [Kunlun Mind Method], and in the case of contact, he would be able to obtain this [Kunlun Heart Method].

In ten days, his [Kunlun Heart Method] had reached the tenth layer.

However, the blow of the Dog Rong Ancestor Tiansu tore the meridians of this body, and the acupuncture points were closed after the person's death.

Therefore, the tenth layer is just for him to re-nourish his essence and blood, and he is reopening the one hundred and eight points around his body.

If it is to penetrate the meridians and recondense the dantian qi sea, it will take some time.

In terms of strength, his current strength is just a third-rate master in the rivers and lakes.

Of course...

If any top master dares to fight him, even if Xia Ji does not use the power of the Yuan Shen, he can directly kill the other party in an instant just by relying on swordsmanship.

If you use the power of the Genshin...

emmm...

You must know that hidden in this ordinary body is a super terrifying existence that has mastered the [Ghost and God Catalog] mythical realm learned by the saint and can manipulate the [Divine Domain], although the aura in the world is scarce, but the perverted skill of the "Great Yuan Emperor" can make Xia Ji's Yuan Shen power almost endless.

In other words, even if there were countless top assassins in the rivers and lakes at this time, they kept assassinating him.

Xia Ji can also rely on the amount of spiritual energy in the spirit pattern at this time to kill all 10,000 people, and then, he only needs to spend a short time to absorb the sun essence and moon with the yin and yang vortex of the "Great Yuan Emperor", charge it slightly, and the spiritual energy will be full immediately.

"Ahem..."

The green-shirted swordsman suddenly clenched his fist to his lips, his lips were pale and dry, but there was a stubborn arc, obviously this body that had died once was really not strong.

The little village girl showed a worried look, she could feel that the lord was not disguised, so she moved her palm, pretending to be supporting, but a pure true qi entered the body of the young man beside her, making his face a little ruddy.

But after doing all this, she showed a worried look again, for fear that the Lord would blame her for making her own decisions.

Xia Ji suddenly stopped and looked into the distance.

Meng Po could sense that there were ninety-six people in the riverside wooden house community in the distance, only about twenty people had true qi flowing, and most of the rest were strong men with vigorous qi and blood, she whispered: "Lord, there are ninety-six people, including twenty first-class masters in the rivers and lakes, one of them is quite extraordinary, he should be the leader of the team, and he should be the person who the Holy Society stays here to continue to salvage." Have you killed them all?"

Xia Ji shook his head.

Killed?

It's not good to start fighting and killing such a thing.

Meng Po observed that the riverside wooden houses were extremely close to the places that needed to be explored, and it was impossible to hide the hundred and ten people without hiding their whereabouts.

If you don't kill, then use poison, use illusion, or?

She was thinking about an idea.

Suddenly, I felt that the young man beside me was crooked, and his face was pale.

Meng Po hurriedly supported him, "Sir, sir!"

Xia Ji's primordial spirit flew out a little from the Mud Pill Palace, and the sun spirit pattern rotated, immersed in the state of "Spirit Emperor".

Suddenly, the wind and snow began to speak.

"Fly, fly, fly. ”

"I don't know where to fly. ”

"Fly... Hey, this guy is watching us?"

Genshin pinching seal.

Xia Ji asked softly, "I asked you quietly, can you help me get rid of all the people in that house?"

"How do you hurry?"

"Yes, yes, yes. ”

"I'm just a little snowflake, but I can dance around you. ”

The voice was not finished.

Xia Ji directly cut into the state of "Ghost Emperor".

He didn't ask anymore, but said directly: "Get rid of them, I don't want anyone else around here." ”

He made his intentions clear, so naturally he would not include him and Murong Yanran.

The sun spirit pattern flows.

The spirit in the wind and snow suddenly became evil.

"Boom, Attack, Attack!"

"Scrape them to death. ”

"I'm going to drown them!!"

"Boom!"

The little village girl helped the Qingshan swordsman who fainted, and the next moment, she suddenly raised her head consciously.

The wind and snow that were originally drifting quietly and slowly suddenly turned into a hideous, brutal and violent white dragon.

Bang.

The doors of the row of houses in the distance were all violently kicked open.

Followed by.

Click...

The oil-paper windows were all pierced by the strong winds.

There were a few snowspouts magically on the ground, and they passed by her in an extremely magical way, but they didn't touch her, and there was even a snowspout that circled around her curiously twice, and then roared away into the distance.

Not much.

Screams of "Ahhh

This group of people from the Holy Church originally thought that they would not go to salvage when it snowed, so they burned the charcoal stove in the wooden house, drank soju, played with dice, and shouted "One heart respects, brothers are good, three peach orchards, four seasons wealth, five leaders, six or six shun" such a wine order...

It can be described as eating hot pot and singing.

In the blink of an eye, it was blown away by the tornado.

The little village girl looked at this wonder of heaven and earth in shock, and the boy in her arms reacted.

"Sir, it's okay, it's okay, you see, we Ji people have our own heavenly appearance, even tornadoes don't blow us. ”

Xia Ji opened her eyes, looking at Meng Po's anxious and happy look, there were even tears in her apricot eyes, she said something that even she believed...

Xia Ji couldn't help but be speechless, and then sighed...

Murong Yanran, what a rare once-in-a-century actress.

(End of chapter)