The sky was white, and under the morning mist, the young man's face was as soft as jade.

Ying Baoyue had already stepped on one foot of the car and stepped back on the ground, looked at Ji Jiashu and smiled, "Morning." ”

"Morning," Ji Jiashu looked at her and said, "I get up early to practice morning exercises." ”

Meaning he wasn't specifically waiting for her here.

"I know," Ying Baoyue looked at the Spring Thunder Sword that was still stained with sweat on his waist, "You are really diligent." ”

It is rare to see someone with such a good background and such diligence, and this young man's actions along the way can be seen that this is not forced by Ji Mo.

"It's not as good as you," Ji Jiashu said as he looked at Ying Baoyue.

This young girl has walked a road that many people can't finish in a year in just over a month.

"A lot of my situations have been forced out," Ying Baoyue said with a smile, waiting for this wave of business to end.

However, she didn't expect Ji Jiashu to pull back the words she ripped away the next moment.

There's one thing he's been trying to ask her these days, why doesn't she come back when she knows about those killers?

Has she always come through these hunts like this?

But he couldn't ask. Because he could faintly perceive that the environment in which this girl grew up was probably more dangerous than he imagined.

If you don't suffer from others, you are not qualified to ask.

In the end, Ji Jiashu could only look at her and asked, "We're leaving today, do you really have nothing to tell me?" ”

She had instructed so many people that night, but there was no him.

"Are you...... Don't want to talk to me? Ji Jiashu asked softly, not to talk about personal affairs, he can also be regarded as a combat force in tomorrow's team. It stands to reason that his actions will affect many people, and this woman's rigor should arrange him.

"How come," Ying Baoyue straightened up when she heard this, and said seriously, "It's not that I don't come to you, but I know." ”

"I know that you have always been measured, and you are a mature cultivator."

Ji Jiashu was stunned when he heard this.

Ying Baoyue looked into the eyes of the person in front of him, remembering his actions at the Beginner Ceremony. This teenager is not an emotional person, but can maintain absolute rationality in the face of major events.

Only such a person can become a god dance realm.

"We are cultivators," Ying Baoyue looked at Ji Jiashu and smiled, "Ruthless cultivators." ”

He and she, both.

The more advanced the cultivator, the more ruthless he needs to be.

Because there are many people to protect, they must be in a certain order.

Just like when Zihua Mountain collapsed, the chief examiner Li Mengyang ordered that high-level cultivators should be asked to save ordinary people, and low-level self-protection was not allowed to seek help. Although she didn't like Li Mengyang, Ying Baoyue knew very well that the order he gave at that time was correct.

Ying Baoyue and Ji Jiashu stood face to face, looking at the bright eyes of the young man in front of him, Ying Baoyue understood that he really understood what he meant.

"You're really cruel," Ji Jiashu looked at her quietly and said with a wry smile, "I naturally know what I should do." ”

The so-called principle of cultivators saving people, for example, if she and Ji Ange have an accident at the same time, he must give priority to saving Ji Ange.

Because she is rank sixth, and Ji Ange is rank seventh.

Practitioners should give priority to saving people of lower ranks.

This is the callousness that belongs only to the practitioner.

Mature practitioners avoid feelings.

He and she both understood.

"So I know you understand," Ying Baoyue smiled and looked at him, "Qingyuan and An Ge will be handed over to you." ”

"Okay," Ji Jiashu nodded. As the bloodline of the Great Commander, Ji Qingyuan and Ji Ange have always been coveted outside, and they must not fall into the hands of others.

Looking at the eyes of the girl in front of him, he said word by word, "Don't worry." ”

"Hmm," Ying Baoyue smiled, looking up at the mountains and forests shrouded in thick fog in the distance, "We're leaving." ”

"Hmm," Ji Jiashu also nodded, and the two were about to return to the car side by side, when suddenly there was a sound of wings flapping in their ears.

The chirping of countless birds resounded throughout the forest.

Ying Baoyue turned back suddenly, only to see a black pigeon rushing towards their carriage like a shooting star.

"Black charcoal?" Her eyes widened in astonishment, "What's going ......on?"

Before she could finish speaking, she saw the pigeon slam on the closed car window, and the black feathers flew all over the sky, which made Ying Baoyue and Ji Jiashu stunned.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? ”

Zhao Guang rushed out of the carriage and caught the pigeon that slid down from the window and hit all kinds of meat, "What kind of illness did you stupid bird make early in the morning?" ”

"It's ...... Homing pigeon? Song Qian walked out of the carriage and looked at the pigeon in Zhao Guang's hand curiously, "Is there any urgent message?" ”

"Who knows......" Zhao Guang went to check the letterbox on the feet of the stunned black-feathered pigeon, and other figures with wings fluttering sounded around everyone again.

Song Qian raised his head and looked stunned.

Following the black feather pigeon, a number of carrier pigeons flew in all directions again, and they landed on the shoulders of the Zhongtang guards.

"What? Do you also have faith? Zhao Guang asked while untying the letterhead on the black charcoal's feet, "Is it the same thing?" Is this something big going on? ”

The next moment he opened the letterhead in his hand, his pupils shrank.

"What's wrong?" Ying Baoyue and Ji Jiashu walked over, looking at Zhao Guang who was frozen a little strange.

It was the first time they had seen this ordinary boy look like this, "Did something big happen?" ”

"It's indeed a big deal," Song Qian closed his eyes as he looked at the letterhead he received in his hand, and looked at Zhao Guang, "Is this letter of yours from the capital of Eastern Wu?" ”

Zhao Guang took a deep breath and nodded.

"Then it seems that the news is true." Song Qian clenched the letter paper in his hand, "How did those people get in quietly!" ”

"What the hell is going on?" Ji Jiashu asked in a deep voice, "What happened in the capital of Eastern Wu?" ”

"The Xirong people are here," Song Qian said quietly, "they have arrived at Ruyang, the capital of Eastern Wu." ”

The whole forest fell into a dead silence, and everyone who heard this sentence froze in place and doubted their ears.

It's just because of these three words that I haven't heard in the Great Wall of Eternal Night for many years.

"Ghost Rong ......" Li Jinniang, who was sitting in the carriage, stretched out her hand and hugged herself tightly, shivering, "How is it possible?" How could it be possible for the ghost to enter the Great Wall? ”

"No one knows," Song Qian said in a deep voice as he looked at the letterhead in his hand, "It had already appeared in Ruyang City when I found it, and the entire Ruyang City was said to have been in chaos." ”

The Xirong people are man-eating monsters that can stop children crying at night for the six countries within the Great Wall, as Li Jinniang said, the ordinary people still call them "ghost Rong", which is enough to show that the people of the six countries are afraid of them.

"What the hell are they here for?" Ji Jiashu clenched the hilt of the sword at his waist, thinking of the current opportunity, and suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"The people of Xijon said that they would also participate in the mid-level ceremony." Song Qian looked at the black and white words on the paper and opened his mouth word by word, he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Nonsense!" Ji Qingyuan stepped down from the carriage, his words full of anger, "The Intermediate Ceremony has always been only available to the Six Kingdoms!" ”

"The Xijon people said they also had excellent cultivators." Song Qian gritted his teeth, "I want to compete with the people of the Central Plains." ”

The young men in the forest all widened their eyes and were angry when they heard this, but the sound of Yingyue sounded in the forest.

"Who is the leader of the Xijon group?" Ying Baoyue asked.

Ji Jiashu was shocked when he heard this, and looked at Song Qian and Zhao Guang, "Could it be ......?"

"I'm afraid it's the one Chunhuajun guessed," Song Qian said in a deep voice.

"It is one of the six princes, the twelve Zhai kings of Xirong," clutching the letterhead in his hand, Zhao Guang raised his head and said word by word.

"Xirong, Ghost Huajun."