The bright moon, the bonfire, and the green grass with miscellaneous branches, two grilled fish skewered by thick branches, are exuding an enticing fragrance.

Xia Ji kept turning the grilled fish, and suddenly his expression moved, and he muttered, "The heat is almost over." ”

He took a grilled fish from the fire and handed it to the girl in front of him, while the other was enjoyed for himself.

The little beggar had washed the ashes with the stream, revealing an elegant and charming face, and she thanked her, took it, and carefully ate a bite of the steaming fish, the slightly golden skin of the roasted fish was slightly hot, but with the sweet taste of a mountain spring.

"Delicious. ”

Xiao Yuanwu narrowed his eyes with a smile, like two bent little crescents, "Xia Ji, your cooking skills are quite good." ”

Xia Ji thought about it, these were all learned by himself in his previous life, and it was nothing, just a few hands of home-cooked food, as well as some normal experiences on heat, seasoning, and normality. It's just that after his strength has increased greatly, his control over details has become too much stronger, and it is not surprising that his cooking skills will rise.

The girl ate a few bites, suddenly rolled her eyes, she put the grilled fish on the ground, took out an ivory knife from her arms, ran to the nearby dense forest, cut off a green bamboo, made two simple small bamboo tubes, her delicate technique, caused the bamboo tube to produce a kind of handicraft beauty.

Under the moonlit night, Xiao Yuanwu ran to the stream, rinsed the bamboo tube in the water first, and then scooped up two parts of cool stream water in the depths that his arm could reach.

ran to the young man's side and handed him a cup: "Na, you grill fish for me, I'll pour you water and rip it out." ”

Xia Ji took the bamboo tube and took a sip, the mellow and sweet stream water with the freshness of Hsinchu tasted more beautiful than all the drinks that he had drunk in his previous life.

I silently tried in my heart, "At the cost of what I just drank, exchange for internal strength".

The response was "There is too little convertible internal force to be exchanged".

Obviously, this is not poisonous.

The two of them were eating grilled fish in the stream.

Xia Ji suddenly asked, "Last year, you used Murong Tea to test me, and at that time you knew that I was not the real Holy Son, right?"

Xiao Yuanwu nodded: "Yes, but I'm just here to find you." ”

"Tomorrow morning, I'll take you back to Seven Waters City, and you'll be in my convoy. ”

"You're surprisingly gentle. ”

"Huh?"

"Don't you kill me, kill me, and there will be one less person who knows that you are a false saint, isn't it?"

When Xia Ji heard this, he couldn't help laughing, "I don't care anymore." ”

He connected to Xuandu, what else did he coerce?

"I suddenly regret that I won't go with you tomorrow. ”

Xia Ji was stunned, the woman is so strange, this thought became so fast, one moment she said not to drive her away, and the next moment she won't go with you.

"Xia Ji, don't you ask me why?"

"Don't ask, not interested. ”

Xiao Yuanwu laughed gently: "I, I just want to enjoy the world of two people with you, my heart is very small, and the little one does not allow anyone to be by your side anymore, otherwise I will be jealous, I am very jealous." ”

"Yes. ”

Xia Ji also responded casually, and the two of them hadn't even skimmed the eight words, so they wouldn't talk about it to this point.

Then he took advantage of the girl's bowed head to eat the fish, and threw out a life and death sword into the fiancée's body to facilitate positioning.

The next day, the two parted ways

Xiao Yuanwu said that he would leave, without dragging his feet.

Xia Ji also continued south, returning to Seven Waters City.

Halfway through, he was suddenly a little surprised.

Because the life and death that was located in the body of the fiancée was gone!!

This Xiao girl is a little mysterious.

...

When Xia Ji returned to Seven Waters City.

His entourage and disciples of the Holy Gate were waiting for him, their expressions a little embarrassed.

When the guru saw him come back, he breathed a sigh of relief, and he really regretted it all this time.

I really shouldn't have told the Holy Son how to get to Guanshan.

Fortunately, the Holy Son is safe and sound and has returned.

Then he personally led Xia Ji to rest in the other courtyard, saying that there would be disciples to challenge the Holy Son tomorrow.

In the moonlight.

Xia Ji soaked in the wooden barrel, the warm water flooded his body, a comfortable and relaxed feeling came from every cell of his body, looking at the bright moon in the sky, for some reason, he suddenly remembered yesterday in his mind.

"Xia Ji, help me beat him, okay?"

"Do you believe in Destiny?"

"Xia Dadao King's martial arts are world-famous, do you still need the help of a little woman?"

"Now, you grill fish for me, I'll pour water for you, and I'll smooth it out. ”

...

"What an interesting girl, I guess the little beggar is also pretending to be miserable, just to wait for me, right? Wait for me, just to meet?"

The boy remembered the girl from yesterday, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but smile.

Next.

Xia Ji put on a black and gold robe and strode towards the Sanctuary Martial Arts Arena.

His skills were extraordinary, and his five senses were extremely transparent, so he heard the discussions of the disciples of the Holy Companion from a long distance.

"I really misjudged the Holy Son, I didn't expect him to be such a reckless person. ”

"Yes, he is a holy son, he actually borrowed wine to prosper, and said that he would go to Guanshan, and I don't know what he did, and I don't know if he reached Guanshan, even if he arrived, it is estimated that Tie Xiao came back in a gray manner without seeing it. ”

"After all, the Holy Son is still very young, unlike us senior brothers, who are old and serious, and have a calm heart. ”

"This is already a great fortune, if the Holy Son really rushes into Guanshan Xiongguan with drunkenness, the consequences are really unimaginable, he doesn't want to think about his identity, he is trying to intensify the contradiction between the military and the Holy Gate. ”

"Don't say it, he's coming, shhhh

As Xia Ji's figure appeared at the main gate, the disciples of the Northern Liangzhou Holy Hall stopped talking and then stood neatly.

Today is the day when Wei Qingyi, the genius of their Templar, challenges the Holy Son.

Wei Qingyi is practicing the "One Thousand and One Frost Sword", one of the four great miracle skills of the Holy Gate, which is the same as "The Four Doors of the Screen", which is very strange.

Because this exercise has a thousand and one moves, once you have achieved cultivation, you can gain insight into all moves, and you can also break all moves, and you are almost invincible in the same level, if you comprehend the sword intent again, it will be even more incredible.

But it's rare that you have to write down a thousand and one moves, well... This is more annoying than endorsements, and it's annoying to think about.

This exercise is not a scholar, and it cannot be learned.

Knives and swords are different.

The knife needs to constantly reflect and ask rhetorical questions.

The sword, on the other hand, needs to be constantly believed in and tempered, so that its piety will not change.

Therefore, the sword asks and the sword asks are two completely different perceptions.

The swordsman in Tsing Yi stood on the martial arts arena, he had already condensed the True Yuan, and also opened up the second vein of Ren Du and entered the Great Perfection of the True Yuan Realm.

Without him, because he is good enough, he is good enough to go to the northern realm for trials alone, so he has this achievement.

The Templar Master looked at his beloved disciple with a smile, and then at the Son who had gone drunken and returned.

I smiled in my heart.

Tsing Yi may not be as strong as the Holy Son, but this heart is much better than the Holy Son.

At the banquet the day before yesterday, you can see the clues.

It's a pity that Tsing Yi was born in my Beiliangzhou, otherwise he would have achieved higher achievements at the headquarters.

He thought about it when he could.

Wei Qingyi is already challenging Xia Ji.

"Wei Qingyi, a disciple of the Beiliang Holy Hall, beg the Holy Son to teach him. ”

His tone was sincere, as if he did not show any contempt for some kind of drunken madness.

But Xia Ji saw something strange in him.

Something wicked?

Where did the evil spirit come from?

It's familiar.

Then, Xia Ji nodded: "Please also ask Brother Wei for advice." ”

He tilted his head, not yet speaking.

The juniors and sisters of the Holy Gate Headquarters took out their knives one after another.

"Use mine!"

"Mine!"

"Holy Son, here and here!"

Xia Ji: ...

My sisters know me so well.

Then he picked a short knife from it.

The two stood on both sides of the stage, and under the attention of the crowd, they exchanged holy door salutes.

Then Wei Qingyi made a move.

"Eighty-nine-three style, frost flow thorn!"

The sword was cold, instilling a strong true qi and stabbing towards Xia Ji.