Stay until midnight.

On Changhong Lake, there are fewer painting boats.

A graceful woman in red was lying on the long table, her eyes were full of tears, she suddenly thought of the sad place, and began to cry.

All her "ministers under the skirt" have been used up!

This time, the mission was simply upside down, and the mission failed, and the signboard was smashed.

The holy son said, "Woman, the green mountains do not change the green water, and he will see you in the rivers and lakes one day", and left in a chic manner.

Before leaving, the employer gave him a cold look.

Xiao Xian'er seems to have been abandoned by the world, this is not only the loss of property, but also a lot of frustration in her heart.

Who is this?

How can there be such people in the world?

Boom...

Xiao Xian'er was wronged.

...

Xia Ji has gained ten months of strength, and he is in a good mood.

But the little furnace next to him was so angry.

The savings are all gone.

That only chance was lost.

The Son still seems to be happy?

She just didn't want to be a furnace.

Ay.

Ning Mengzhen sighed lightly, she could even foresee her tragic fate in the future.

After being vented by the Holy Son, and even absorbing his own Yuan essence with the method of double cultivation, he was abandoned again, and then he quickly grew old, and spent his last years in hatred and pain.

She almost wanted to cry, but she endured it and returned from the mountain with her son.

In the moonlight, the mountain road Cui Wei, thousands of stone steps lead to the majestic hall on the top of the mountain.

The temple gate is extremely magnificent, and the two words "Holy Gate" of the stone plaque are several feet long and wide, which is very shocking.

The two returned at midnight, and the disciple didn't ask much, but looked at the back of the Holy Son with some strange charm.

The fact that the Son's power was almost abolished had already spread in the Holy Gate.

Many of the elites in the sect who had failed to compete with the Holy Son were also ready to make a move and were ready to return.

The Holy Son took his furnace and went to the Blue Sky City at the foot of the mountain to play until midnight before returning, and he smelled of wine, this is not fooling, not depraved, not self-abandonment, what is it?

He really doesn't look like the peerless genius he used to be.

Sometimes, a small detail can understand the psychological state of the person.

The disciple on duty at the Holy Gate felt that he understood.

Holy Son, it is already in the past tense.

He is no longer the genius he once was.

At this time, he is just a down-and-out person who has fallen into the land of drinking and drinking to kill his sorrows.

What about the geniuses who were once in the limelight?

...

Next.

Xiaolu Dingqiang came to deliver the meal with a smile, three dishes and one soup, all of which she cooked.

Xia Ji was cross-kneeling and was further familiar with the flow of true qi in his body.

According to the division of the realm, he has reached the peak realm of "one Jiazi skill and condensing the true yuan".

Now it is stuck in "finding an opportunity, opening up the second vein of appointment and supervision, and achieving great perfection".

So where is the opportunity?

He hoped to get some references, but this kind of experience was a secret hidden in the hearts of various masters, how could it be shown to the public?

Perhaps, I need a book of exercises.

After all, other people's cultivation is based on the exercises, and each level of the exercises will indicate the cultivation know-how, and there will naturally be a method of "finding an opportunity to open up the two veins of Ren and Du".

And once he opened up the second vein of Ren Du, he was promoted to the realm of the original Holy Son.

In this way, if there is no accident, his impostor son should be able to sit firmly for the time being, right?

The place where the Holy Gate stores the exercises is called Yunxin Pavilion.

There are many books there, but they are also difficult to access, and the former Son was okay, but now... You need to find a way to get in.

While thinking about it, Xia Ji also felt a little hungry.

So he sat down at the table and began to eat.

Pearl rice dumplings, eight treasure tender beef, shredded pork with double peppers, and a bowl of pork lung soup.

Xia Ji drank the soup first, but before the soup was in his mouth, his eyes widened.

This tastes...

Ning Mengzhen saw that his expression was wrong, and pretended to be a little concerned and asked, "Holy Son, what's wrong with you?"

Xia Ji said that it was okay, and then swept away the food on the table, but from beginning to end, his expression was quite strange.

Xiao Luding cleaned up the room and walked out with the empty bowl and the door.

When she walked to the aisle, she suddenly couldn't suppress her curiosity, and saw that the pork lung soup still had a small half bowl that didn't move, so she picked up the soup bowl and brought it to her lips and took a sip.

Burst!!!

A strange smell rushed in, and she was caught off guard and squirted out in one gulp.

What the hell does it smell like!

Why is it so sweet?

It dawned on her.

It seems that I was in a trance when I was cooking today, and I used sugar as salt, and I put too much of it.

The strange sweetness of the pork lung soup is an ultra-dark dish that murders the taste buds.

Ning Mengzhen's face was complicated.

Just now, the Holy Son should have scolded himself, but he pretended to be fine, and instead ate all the food he cooked.

If it weren't for my curiosity to take such a sip, I'm afraid I would never know about it.

"Holy Son..."

She stood in the aisle at noon, and suddenly some strange emotions were born in her heart.

...

Afternoon.

A maid came to deliver a message, saying that the deacon, the Elder Heavenly King, wanted to see the Son.

Xia Ji's heart sank.

The deacons and elders are afraid that the person who came is not good.

If you are found to be a fake, you can imagine the end.

He adjusted his state and looked in the mirror for a moment.

Then he wrapped himself in a luxurious robe that resisted the cold, revealing the weakness of a serious illness that had not healed, and went out.

Side nave.

The hooked nose was gloomy, and the old man stood with his hands in his hands.

This was the first time Xia Ji had seen the powerful figures of the Holy Gate.

He was more careful to hide the true qi in his body.

If it was discovered that he was healed so quickly, he might be dissected as a monster.

But this is what he thinks too much, if you don't show it, who can feel the true air in your body?

His eyebrows were lowered and his eyes were seen by the deacons and elders as a sign of "weakness and decadence."

Heavenly King Lao Tzu frowned, showing a look of disappointment, and said: "I asked Ning Mengzhen to take you out for a walk, but I didn't expect you to fool around until midnight and come back, you are so self-defeating, but there is still a little bit of the façade of my holy gate?"

He said this, but he knew in his heart that it was normal for the Son to be like this.

At that time, he returned from a serious injury, but I had examined his meridians.

It was a state of complete closure, as if it had never practiced martial arts.

After discussing it, the three deacons found that there was only one strange poison that matched: Hades Jade!

Although Hades Jade ranks at the end of the strange poison, the strange poison can already be included in the genus of "forbidden things", which are terrifying, treacherous, and mysterious, and contain many unimaginable and strange objects beyond human comprehension.

Therefore, from a personal point of view, it is completely understandable that the Holy Son appears to be so self-defeating.

But the king of heaven did not understand him, because he was a deacon elder, and the young man in front of him was the holy son.

The Holy Gate does not need a waste to be the Holy Son.

Elder Eagle Hook Nose said in a deep voice: "You go to Yunxin Pavilion to meditate for three months, all the exercises can be read, the Great Pei Yuan Pill can give you three, and the Little Pei Yuan Pill can give you nine." In view of your amnesia, you can also reclaim a one-time key for the third pavilion. In addition, if you think of a recipe for detoxification, you can write it and give it to Ning Mengzhen.

It's just that after three months, if you can't restore the strength of the Great Perfection of the True Yuan Realm, then I will close the door with the other two deacons and elders, and ask the door master to abolish your position as the Holy Son.

Gong Jiu, you don't have a choice in this matter!"

Xia Ji was stunned.

Just now, I was still worrying about how to find exercises to find the opportunity to "open up the second pulse of Ren Du", how to go to Yunxin Pavilion, and now the elder actually forced himself to go, this...

At the same time, he also knew that the name of the Holy Son was Miyahisa.

"You have no room to refuse!"

Seeing that he was silent, the Heavenly King Lao Tzu repeated in a strong tone, "My Holy Gate does not need a Holy Son who does not even have internal strength! My Holy Gate is the state religion of the Great Wei Dynasty, with a respected status and heavy responsibilities, and the Great Wei cannot tolerate a Holy Son who has no strength!"

His voice was deep, if it weren't for the fact that this Holy Son had performed very well in the past, and even had a hint of eloquence, he would not have given these three months at all.

Let's be honest.

The deacon-elder was not optimistic about his performance at all.

Moreover, it wouldn't even take three months for Hades Jade to take away all his life.

If there are no accidents, the Sacred Heart Pavilion is the burial place of the Holy Son.

Heavenly King Lao Tzu sighed secretly in his heart: It's a pity.

Compared to him, Xia Ji seemed very indifferent.

He was a little excited in his heart, but he wouldn't show it on his face, so Yun said lightly: "I know, thank you Elder." ”

After saying this, a confident look flashed on his face.

Then, turning around, he walked towards the golden gate of the side hall.

Heavenly King Lao Tzu was a little surprised by his calmness, looked up at the back of this young man, and only felt like a hidden dragon trapped in the abyss.

In such a desperate situation, he is still not angry, sad, sad or happy, and even has a self-confidence that does not succumb to reality, does not succumb to pressure, and wants to be able to break through!

If it were him, I am afraid that it would not be possible to do this at all.

Heavenly King Lao Tzu stared at the back like an eagle falcon, this young man really has a good heart, but it's a pity that creation makes people, the fish jumps over the dragon gate, and is blocked by the waves, hate, hate!

He began to think about the whereabouts of the Holy Son before the accident, but Miyajiu was thoughtful, how could he leave any clues to the family where the "impostor" was located, and then let the Holy Gate verify it?

Not only that, but Miyahisa also led the clues to the deserted Red Lotus Mountain, creating the illusion that "he was poisoned in the depths of the mountain".

It's just that the Red Lotus Mountain, which was originally where the Dajinguang Temple is located, after the monks of the temple all died tragically overnight, the mountain has become a terrible place, and strange things often happen, and it has become one of the forbidden places recognized by the Great Wei.

If the Holy Son really encountered a strange poison in it, then this matter would be difficult.

Heavenly King Lao Tzu fell into deep thought, do you need to send someone to investigate?

The other side.

Xia Ji sent a note to Xiao Luding and asked her to send her clothes and three meals.

Then he went to Yunxin Pavilion.

Yunxin Pavilion is located in the middle of the summit lake of Bikong Mountain.

It was originally a large volcano, but the crater collapsed into a basin, and the long-term accumulation of water turned it into a lake.

The surface of the lake is calm and blue, and people can't help but feel the magic of nature.

The disciples of the Holy Gate who were guarding here had already received an order to let this Son of Divine Strength pass through.

Looking at the back of the oars and the boat going away, there was no longer respect in the eyes of the disciples of the Holy Gate.

Who doesn't know that the Holy Son is seriously injured and his skills are almost useless.

I'm afraid this Sacred Heart Pavilion is the end of your life.

The Holy Son stood out from among them, and now he has lost power, not to mention it on the surface, but in his heart he is naturally gloating.