Winter solstice.

Xia Ji had already spanned many territories from west to east, and returned to Wei with his two daughters.

He has gained a lot this time.

In addition to the recognition of Dog Rong and Demon Hu, there are also three pills given by King Dog Rong, which are said to be necessary for promotion to the second realm of Tongxuan, and he can't use them if he keeps them, so he gave them to Xia Ji.

All three pills are kept in special containers for witch offerings, and it is said that they cannot be opened, and must be taken if they are opened.

Xia Ji was puzzled.

The king of the dog does not hide it.

The two chatted.

Only then did Xia Ji realize that this Dog Rong King actually only lived for hundreds of years, and even if he awakened the blood of his second ancestor, he would not be able to gain a longer life.

This is a common situation in the Western Regions.

This is also the main reason for the lack of top-notch combat power in the countries of the Western Regions.

Because compared to those Tongxuan immortals in the Central Plains who often live for thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years, they are short-lived.

Whether it is the dog Rong or the demon beard, or any other race, it seems that they have suffered a curse, they cannot obtain the Heaven and Earth Xuan Qi at all, and instead they are born strong.

But this kind of strength is just "crushing at the same level", but if you can't even cross the class, how can you talk about crushing?

In addition to the three pills, the king of Inurong also gave a gourd of red sand, saying that this is a treasure born by heaven and earth, saying that the Great Witch Festival has seen it, saying that it is the blood god sand, and Tongxuan will use it in the future.

Xia Ji accepted them one by one.

These people seem to be extremely cruel, but if you really regard you as a friend and a clansman, it is really heart-wrenching and has nothing to say.

In the Central Plains, everyone is fair trade, equal exchange, and even forcible seizure.

Here, it's for free.

What?

You're going to pay me?

Does your special mother look down on me?

That's about it.

The other side.

The life of the dog slave also improved with Xia Ji's words.

The regent was not going to order the dog to let him go.

Because of the Central Plains countries, the hearts of the people are vicious.

And this group of slaves is well versed in the terrain and habits of the dogs, and they have hatred, if they are put back, they are afraid that they will become the leading party in the next moment, and they will directly lead the army of the Central Plains to kill.

But if one day, the whole world becomes his Xia Ji's territory, then... This problem may be solved.

City walls.

Blue Bridge.

Xia Ji pondered, and the two women behind him followed closely in velvet clothes.

Heavy snow never sets late in the north.

Snow falls.

At dusk.

Wei Wangdu.

The soldiers of the city wall stood at the head of the wall, but their expressions were a little listless, and the events of these days made them feel powerless and helpless, and their hearts were filled with shame.

The brazier gave the only light in the gloom.

At the end of the road, three figures appeared in the wind and snow.

From far to near.

But the night curfew has arrived.

The officer on duty at the city gate overlooked the distance with torches, and with a wave of his hand, more than a dozen soldiers approached with longbows.

The figure approached.

The officer asked loudly, "Who?"

They were already nervous.

Xia Ji pressed the hood, but did not reply.

The officer was a little nervous, "If you don't reply again, don't blame us for being ruthless!"

Xia Ji held his voice and chuckled: "Then show me ruthlessly." ”

The officer was stunned.

And in this kung fu, Xia Ji had already picked up a huge rock casually and pretended to smash open the city gate.

The officer did not hesitate any longer and shouted, "Release the arrow!"

More than a dozen arrows shot down on the city's head with precision, and even the wind and snow did not make the direction of these arrows go crooked.

And the officer's eyes were like an eagle, and he picked up a hard bow, plucked the bowstring twice, pulled it into a full moon, and the last one came first, and a sharp arrow like black light was hidden in the middle of more than ten arrows, and shot towards the foreheads of the people under the city.

The people under the city do not hide or hide.

Throw away the boulder and pull out the afterimage with your right hand.

In an instant, more than a dozen arrows came to the scene.

In the next second, more than a dozen arrows had been caught between his fingers.

Throwing away these arrows casually, Xia Ji no longer teased the city gate guards, lifted his hood, raised his head and smiled: "It's me." ”

The officer was about to call someone to shoot again, but looking at the familiar face in front of the city gate, he couldn't help but freeze, and then trembled.

This majestic man couldn't help but burst into tears, and his teeth chattered.

And the guards around him also had tears in their eyes.

Regent, you're finally back.

You've been gone for more than half a year...

The envoy of the Central Plains was so arrogant.

The third prince personally went to greet him and was humiliated.

The Holy Gate was also silent.

Even Saint Master Pang went to retreat and cultivate.

This...

It's a shame.

Although it is said that immortals are against immortals, and mortal countries are against mortal countries, if the high-level combat power is crushed, this national war does not even need to be fought.

Now there's you back.

It's good, it's wonderful.

The iron-blooded guards couldn't help but cry.

It's like a group of children who were bullied by other people's adults finally saw their parents come back.

The officer wiped away his tears and said loudly: "Open the city gate !! greet the regent!!"

"Welcome Regent!!"

"Welcome Regent!!"

The heavy iron-gray gates opened.

Two guards pushed the door in either direction with difficulty.

Xia Ji carried the wind and snow on his back and stepped into this ancient capital with his head held high.

Two rows of ironclads.

The residents of the national capital came out of their houses one after another, solemn as trees, lined up in a forest, and stood on both sides of the street.

No one spoke.

Everywhere Xia Ji went, the soldiers of the Wei State knelt down one after another, and then raised their voices from the bottom of their hearts: "Welcome to the Regent!!"

It seems to take the shame out with this voice.

Xia Ji moved forward and walked with tigers.

Magic Queen, Jin Yao had an incomparably solemn sense of sacredness in his heart.

The two of them only felt a surging momentum and people's hearts rushing towards this road.

They don't seem to be walking on the streets of this royal capital, but on the cusp of the long river of history, marching with the tide.

That kind of heartfelt emotion and excitement made the two of them teary-eyed for a while.

Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of people, spontaneously came out to meet the car.

Spontaneous kneeling.

It wasn't them who knelt, but the boy who walked in front.

He tilted his head and didn't ask why, and he didn't say why.

The state of Wei is his country.

Wei Du is his capital.

Those who violate will be punished!!

So why talk and ask?

The regent came to the end of the road.

The guards in the distance also received the news, and the black-armored soldiers came to meet them in the snow with blazing torches in their hands.

Han Cicada, Li Ying, Ling Yuan, and even Wang Ha all came with the forbidden army.

Look at the man who returned in the dark snow.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

It was as if he had returned.

The country is holding up.

He's back.

There will be no one to humiliate the country anymore.

Return to the royal palace.

The third prince has not yet returned.

The forces on all sides were terrified.

The palace is sluggish.

Only a dumbfounded child ran out and shouted respectfully, "Teacher." ”

The deformed horns of the child's skull bulging out seemed to have been hidden, but the skin still gave people a feeling of not being clean.

Xia Ji looked at him, smiled, called out his name and asked, "Wei Zhang, how is your kung fu practice?"

This dumb-headed child was judged by the hexagram to be the existence of a magic dragon.

Wei Zhangcai is only three years old, but he is already like a child of six or seven years old, and he is strong, he really doesn't know how to grow, hearing Xia Ji's question, he replied: "I have learned the three yang true qi taught by Teacher Han Cicada, and Baiyi can already achieve a hundred styles of fusion in one hit, and now the difference is the amount of true qi, after all, I heard Teacher Han Cicada say that only when you reach the condensation of the true yuan can you truly reach the true yuan realm."

But Zhenyuan needs a Jiazi skill, and Wei Zhang still needs time. ”

A three-year-old can do this, I have to say that the talent is terrifying.

But Xia Ji always thought of another boy unconsciously.

He knelt in the snow for three days and three nights.

Then accompanied by his own travel through the mountains and rivers for more than half a year.

I don't know which child named Taibai is stronger or weaker than this Wei Zhang.

Thoughts flashed.

Xia Ji looked at the Demon Dragon Prince in front of him and said, "You don't have much time. ”

The dumbfounded boy looked up at the regent who had just returned, as if he understood, but he didn't seem to understand.

Xia Ji said: "When I learned the sword, you can watch from the side, but if I find that you have no talent at all, then I can expel you at any time." ”

Wei Zhang nodded: "Teacher, Zhang understands." ”