In early autumn, there are still more than twenty days left before the battle with the Shura of the Shadow Academy.

Xia Ji took off the black and gold robe of the Holy Son, changed into a convenient robe, and fought with a dark gold broadsword, he wanted to go to the back mountain to practice his sword.

Going to the border of Great Wei is not just as simple as fighting against Murong Cha.

The mountain wind hunts, the black hair dances wildly, the young man walks with the knife on his back, and the lonely shadow follows the shadow of the tree, falling on the silent mountain road.

The place where the Holy Gate is located is the first of the three main peaks of the Blue Sky Mountain, and there are still two main peaks, both extinct volcanoes, and there are many fierce beasts in the mountain, and each of them divides its territory away from the main road.

It is just hunting, and it is also a good place to practice.

The young man walked very steadily, and his expression was very firm, which showed that his desire to seek the Tao had not diminished in the slightest.

Moreover, he didn't even take a little dry food.

Because...

...

"Holy Son, wait for me!"

Xiao Lu Ding chased after him with a large black bag full of dry food, and a circle of gourds hung from his waist, which was full of wine.

The bag was about half her size, and it contained dry food, medicine, and even a tent.

When the petite figure ran, there was a clattering sound.

Finally caught up with Xia Ji to get closer, she bent down, put her bag on the mountain road to rest for a while, her chest began to rise and fall, and she gasped: "Hey, no, no, Holy Son, can we take a rest?"

"Well, you rest, I'm on my way. ”

Xia Ji replied simply and moved on.

She had already taken the antidote brought back by the Heavenly King Elder, and she would not die of poison due to intense exercise.

Ning Meng was really scared, this place was already far away from the main peak of the Blue Sky Mountain where the Holy Gate was located, and he couldn't even see the majestic palace for a long time.

Along the way, you can also meet some disciples of the Holy Gate who have tried it out.

The Holy Gate generally has six generations of disciples.

After six generations, either the longevity yuan is exhausted, or the Tianyuan is stepped into, and there is almost no Tongxuan.

So the six generations are very stable.

According to the year of joining the gang, as well as the generations of masters and apprentices, these six generations are: the first generation of the Holy Gate, the second generation... Six generations of disciples.

But if it is divided according to the level of strength, it is simple: ordinary disciples, elite disciples.

Naturally, most of the people they met on the road were ordinary disciples who had not condensed the true yuan.

Occasionally, one or two are elite disciples who have condensed the true yuan and are sprinting hard, pursuing the opportunity to open up the second vein of Rendu.

But even if it is an ordinary disciple, many sects in the rivers and lakes can be cultivated as elite disciples, and even in some small sects, it is far inferior to the personal disciples.

However, these disciples who were placed outside to focus on the center would respectfully let go to the side of the road when they saw the two of them, and shouted, "I've seen the Holy Son, I've seen Senior Sister Ning."

It's respect, but it's also awe.

This is done with fists and knives.

Punch is right!

The knife is the way!

As they went deeper into the Blue Sky Mountain, there were fewer and fewer disciples of the Holy Gate, after all, most of these disciples would only be active in the area where the main peak would go back and forth for half a day, and they had already stepped out of this range of activities.

Senior Sister Ning, who is respected by the disciples, is being ruthlessly exploited by the mean false Holy Son.

And Xia Ji's chosen place to practice the sword was the volcano in the center.

Night falls...

At the foot of the second main peak.

When Xiao Luding bolted the tent, she was already tired like a big octopus, lying softly in the tent, not wanting to move a finger.

She suddenly remembered that she had only brought a tent with her.

Doesn't this mean that I am going to sleep with a man today?

Oh, my God...

Why didn't you think of it at first?

But whatever.

Anyway, I'm tired, so pose whatever you want, as long as it's not too shameful, you can accept it.

Ning Meng really thought about it, and his body gradually changed from a big octopus lying on his stomach to an ORZ.

In a daze, she was pushed.

Hmm, is this about to begin?

There seems to be no expectation, and there is no resistance.

"I'll sleep mine, you yours, don't use too shameful actions, I can't accept it. ”

Ning Mengzhen muttered.

Xia Ji laughed, "What are you thinking about when you get up for dinner?"

As he spoke, he handed her the roasted meat.

But the little furnace had already made a soft snoring sound, and it seemed that he was too tired during the day.

She slept until midnight and was awakened by the howl of a wolf.

His body trembled, and he looked to his side in a daze.

No one!!

Ning Meng was really frightened.

It's even scarier than someone around.

Didn't you abandon yourself?

The night wind in the mountains lifted the tent curtains, revealing a gap.

Outside the gaps, there was a fire that had not been extinguished by embers, and the meat on the fire that was held on a simple crossed iron rack, and it seemed to be still hot.

The petite girl slowly crawled out, and when she looked sideways, she saw that the boy seemed to be asleep, his cheeks were half in the firelight, half in the shadows, and he was holding the hundred battle knives in his arms, as if he was contemplative, but in fact he was asleep.

Ning Mengzhen felt very hungry, ate the meat cleanly, and then drank some halfway filled mountain spring water, and then sat comfortably on the other side.

Even in early autumn, the dryness and sweltering heat have not completely disappeared, but the mountains are cold, and it is still very cold at this time.

The boy was just dressed in a power suit, his ankles and wrists were all exposed, and his hair was moving lightly.

Xiao Luding, staring at him.

The sleeping Son doesn't seem to be as annoying as it is during the day.

She leaned over gently, looked at the calm and reassuring face in the flames, couldn't help but lick her lips, and... She suddenly knelt down and gently leaned her face in.

If you think about it, you haven't kissed the Son yet.

I usually care about communicating with a whip.

Today...

The moonlight is bright, although the Mid-Autumn Festival has not yet arrived, but it is also nearly complete.

Just kiss him on the cheek.

For the sake of him being so considerate of keeping dinner for himself.

The closer the face gets.

Xiao Luding closed his eyes, his heart beat faster, his breath was short, his face was red, and estrogen was produced rapidly.

What...

Kissed, why is it so cold and cold?

Licked it.

It's still cold, and there's a leathery smell.

Ning Meng opened her eyes curiously.

I saw that the knife in the left hand of the Holy Son was erected at some point, blocking between her and him, and the root of the little furnace was the pitch-black sharkskin scabbard.

Xiao Lu Ding was like a cat stealing food, and suddenly it exploded, almost making a cat meow in fright.

"Are you awake?"

Xia Ji's calm voice made Ning Mengzhen's heart beat a little more slowly.

The petite figure nodded, and changed the topic: "Aren't you practicing knives?" It's been a whole day, I haven't seen you practice, and we took the main road again, and we didn't encounter any fierce beasts.

Not... Shouldn't you practice knives and run to an open field with a fierce face and roar while dancing with a knife?

Then I went to fight with the mighty beast, and I cheered you on the side, and then you hacked the beast to death, and we ate its meat at night. ”

This is Ning Mengzhen's original idea.

After all, I don't know the value of meat until I have no money.

sighed again, who asked her to hire a killer?

Killers are not something that a little girl like her can afford.

But Xia Ji's performance was very different from what she thought.

He didn't come to practice knives, but like he came to travel, and tortured her by the way.

Xia Ji held the back of his head with both hands, leaned back leisurely, looked at the starry sky, and said lightly: "I'm just practicing knives." ”

"Slightly, nonsense, I haven't seen you draw a knife today. ”

Ning Mengzhen stuck out her tongue and suppressed the idea of spitting at the same time.

Xia Ji asked disappreciatively, "What do you think of the knife?"

He didn't have any other people to communicate with.

"I used to practice swords, and I was listening to the Chao Sword Sect practicing, but when I met you, I stopped practicing. But when I was a child, I heard my father say that the sword is sincere and the sword is crazy, and the sword is used with sincerity to carry the sword, and the sword is carried with arrogance.

So... I thought that the people who used the sword might be sanctimonious and well-dressed sluts, and the ones who used the sword..."

Xia Ji was a little frightened.

The wording of the small furnace is really weird.

There seems to be some cynicism, as if venting some strange emotions.

Ning Mengzhen thought for a moment and continued to express his opinion: "The one who uses the knife, I seem to be the kind of madman who wears a cloak and dances the knife quickly, uh, Holy Son, I don't mean you, I'm just saying my own opinion." ”

But Xia Ji didn't refute, he answered softly.

Then he said: "I'm practicing knives, and I'm thinking about what happened all the time today and pulling out this knife flawlessly." ”

"Pull out the sword, can't you just pull it out?"

"Heaven and earth are vast, and people are really small, a knife can ask about life and death, can ask heaven and earth, ask the common people, ask ghosts and gods, such a knife, only if it is pulled right, can it play the strongest role.

Drawing the sword is the calmest time of will, the calmest time before the storm, and the beginning and end of all outbreaks.

I asked about the knife.

But no one answered.

I can only understand it myself.

When my mind and the intent of the knife merge together, it is time to draw the knife, but now I haven't found that opportunity. ”

"It's complicated... You're talking about the matching method of the skill, right?"

Xia Ji stopped responding.

This is the practice of mindfulness.

Although others do not pay attention.

But when he crossed over, he fused a trace of chaos Dao marks, but he was extremely keen.

Meaning, although completely different from qi, seems to be just as important.

In the words of the previous life, perhaps, these are two different power systems, but the power system of "Yi" is too difficult to get started and too difficult to show its power, and it is ignored by the world.

In early autumn, the starry night, the night was slow, Xiao Luding felt bored, crawled back into the tent, and after a while, he came out and asked, "Hey, can't you come in and sleep?"

Xia Ji smiled and shook his head.

Xiao Lu Ding thought for a moment and muttered, "Come in, you are a beast." ”