The sun sets over the horizon.

It's getting dark.

Xiao Luding changed into milky white pajamas and lay down in the luxury tent with a puff.

Tossing and turning, tossing and turning, until the wrapped silk quilt had been wrapped around her body, like a cocooned silkworm baby, she "struggled" to the entrance of the tent and opened the curtain.

In the moonlight, the young man with broken hair was still looking into the distance, there was wine at his side, and in front of him was a bonfire that had not been completely extinguished, and the sword of a hundred battles was stuck diagonally on the ground next to the campfire, reflecting a dark red luster.

The young man leaned back leisurely, leaning against the cold stone, and seemed to snore slightly, as if he was asleep.

I'd rather sleep outside than go into a tent!

Is the old lady so bad?

Xiao Lu Ding clenched her fists, and her anger made her nails sink deep in her flesh, but she didn't even notice it.

Soon, she calmed down.

A slight groan.

[Ning Mengzhen, female, sixteen, the daughter of the sect master of the Chaojian Sect, has loved poetry and songs since she was a child, and when she was seven years old, she was defeated by the sect master, abandoned literature and martial arts, and then immersed herself in martial arts for nearly ten years, and even reached the true Yuan Realm Xiaocheng, worthy of a genius!

A trip to the blue sky city, met the Holy Son, fell in love at first sight, and then began to learn cooking, less than two years of hard work, can actually cook rice, although occasionally salt and sugar are confused, but the Holy Son loves to eat what he makes, it can be seen that he is indeed extraordinary!]

"Hmm..."

Xiao Lu Ding thought twice.

Four, five, six, seven, eight, ninety...

She really can't say in good conscience that she is good.

Sure enough, the old lady is so bad.

But...

A cold light flashed in Ning Mengzhen's eyes.

"Don't bully the girl to be poor, thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in He... Someday. ”

There was a slight pause.

"One, two, three... The top of Xiaocheng is Dacheng, the top of Dacheng is the peak, the top of the peak is consummation, and the consummate person can't beat the Holy Son, and Tianyuan's was also hacked to death by the Holy Son...

Forget it, I'm still poor after 30 years.

Bully it, just bully, I'll lie still and don't resist, maybe it's more comfortable. ”

Xiao Lu Ding gave up resistance from the bottom of his heart.

"Hey... It's all your fault, why is it a consummation realm, how good it is if you don't know martial arts. ”

sighed.

Lying in front of the tent, he glanced at the Son under the campfire.

She burrowed into the quilt like an air bag.

After covering it for a while, I still can't sleep.

There was a cold glint in his eyes.

She crept out of the tent.

Crosswinds blow.

"It's cold..."

Ning Mengzhen hurriedly tightened her pajamas, put on the slippers she had prepared earlier, and trotted all the way to the bonfire that had become embers.

looked at Xia Ji, who was sleeping soundly on the side.

She thought for a moment.

Decided to be shameless and leaned to his side.

Sit for a few breaths.

Ning Mengzhen decided to gently move one more millimeter to Xia Ji's side.

Cautiously scouted.

Xia Ji didn't move.

The small stove moved quietly by a millimeter.

After moving like this twenty times, she finally leaned on the boy's left shoulder, tilted her head, and leaned against that shoulder, as if this was the only way to ease herself.

The furnace is the furnace, there is nothing bad.

Raising his eyes, it was the bright moon in the sky, clear as water, overflowing over the top of the mountain.

Xia Ji noticed that his shoulders were a little too heavy, opened his eyes, and turned his head sideways.

I saw that Xiao Luding was drooling, and the clothes on his shoulders were soaked.

Xia Ji shook his shoulders.

Ning Meng really didn't wake up.

Shake again.

Xiao Lu Ding opened his eyes in a daze.

Looking at each other, Ning Mengzhen suddenly blushed, but he felt that the strength seemed to be expelling him from that shoulder.

She was angry again.

Even if the old lady is very bad, so what!

Even if the old lady is lazy, unlucky, and has no money, her understanding is low, her martial arts are poor, and her cooking is not delicious, so what!!

She held her breath and leaned against that shoulder, as if that was her territory.

Xia Ji was helpless and moved his position to the side.

Ning Meng sneered in his heart, the operation of mortals, do you think that you can get rid of this palace in this way?

She followed her like a shadow, and almost as soon as Xia Ji moved, she followed suit.

Unconsciously, the two of them actually circled around the big black stone.

Xia Ji tilted his head and glared at the petite girl beside him.

Ning Meng was really not to be outdone, and glared back.

After staring once, staring a second time, staring a third time, her eyes could actually widen three times.

This is not the degree of one plus one plus one, but the cube of one!

Xia Ji laughed, and he stopped moving.

As if she had won, she let out a silent cheer of joy before taking her shoulders.

The moonlight is like water.

Xia Ji thought it was amazing.

This is a real atmosphere, and there are real, flesh-and-blood people around him, all of which remind him that it is not his dream to cross over, and he quietly experiences the rivers and lakes that he once longed for in his previous life.

The past life is getting farther and farther away, so far away that it is a little blurry, and some are as yellowed as old photos.

He is the impostor of the Holy Gate, working with a sense of urgency.

And the furnace of the true holy son is so clinging to himself.

Both were silent.

Xia Ji suddenly spoke: "Ning Mengzhen." ”

"Huh. ”

"How much do you know about me?"

Xiaolu Ding just wanted to open his mouth and say, "You are the Holy Son of the Holy Gate...", but for some reason, blessed to the heart, this sentence was not spoken.

After a short silence.

Ning Mengzhen said slowly and in a tone that was different from usual: "I don't need to understand you, it doesn't matter if you are a holy son, a beggar, a peerless master, or an ordinary person. ”

She tightened her body again, stretched out her arm to hold it, and said softly, "Because, you are the person I like." ”

Xiao Luding didn't know how she could say such a level of words, but she just said it.

Maybe that's the truth, right?

Not... No, this seems to be going to Blue Sky City to buy big meat buns, and when she heard it in the troupe next door, she changed a few words.

It's not something I can say.

Xia Ji said lightly: "If one day, you find out that I am not the Holy Son of the Holy Gate..."

"I said, it's okay. It's cold outside... Let's go sleep in the tent. ”

Xiao Luding remembered that line, and if she continued to talk about it, she was going to collapse, so she hurriedly changed the topic.

However.

Ultimately.

Xia Ji still didn't compromise.

Ning Mengzhen was held horizontally by the Holy Son, and was sent back to the tent in a daze.

He sat back on the top of the mountain, feeling the wonderful feeling that had arisen from the bottom of his heart.

Can feelings born on false premises be real?

Another two or three days passed.

The 5,000 elite soldiers transferred by Wei from Beiliangzhou arrived, and the general who commanded the army met with Xia Ji, and camped in the Alien Canyon.

The Wei flag was fierce with the wind, and the military camps were lined up.

Gradually...

Wei also learned about the latest developments in this neighboring country.

Yan Guo Iron Cavalry 3,000, Murong Tianlong, the first person in the Shadow Academy, and Mr. Fengrui, rushed to the border with the elites of Yan Guo's rivers and lakes and were invited.

The knights of various sects on the Wei side, as well as some rangers, gathered one after another.

In the Strange Canyon, there are gradually more people.

As the Holy Gate Saint Son of the Great Wei Sword King, he fought against the first person of the younger generation of the Shadow Academy, which was much more exciting than the previous battle against Murong Cha.

It's also so exciting.

How powerful is Murong Tianlong?

As soon as someone else moves, he knows the trajectory of that person's move at the next moment, and then cuts it off in advance.

Therefore, when he fights with people, often others don't even have time to pull out their weapons, or cut them out, they will be killed directly in seconds.

In addition, once he is serious, he will bring an unspeakable evil aura, which is much stronger than Murong Cha.

The hall master of the Winter Hall, one of the three halls of the White Tiger Society, was a master of Tianyuan and the strongest of the three hall masters, but he said frankly that even if he and Murong Tianlong fought for their lives, the two of them would be at most five or five.

The hall master of the Winter Hall is a veteran Tianyuan master, and his strength is very strong.

Why would he say such a thing?

Everyone originally thought that he was just humble and gave face to the Shadow Academy, but it was only later that the hall master of the Winter Hall spit out the truth after drinking.

"I fought against Murong Tianlong, his momentum can suppress me by three points, and his interception of Tianqi can barely suppress me by half a point... In the final analysis, I can only exert sixty and a half percent of my strength, but Murong Tianlong has a deep blessing, and he has been cultivated by the Shadow Academy, and his internal strength is unfathomable, so I said that it is five or five open.

Because, I don't have a bottom in the face of him. ”

Of course, this word only spreads among the top.

Many masters who had been obsessed with qi cultivation wanted to try to understand why "Murong Tianlong's momentum could suppress the three-point strength of the hall master of the Winter Hall".

Then they found out that in addition to competing for internal strength and moves, they also need to compete for momentum.

A small number of people who are obsessed with swords, once they have an epiphany, are likely to have extraordinary momentum, which allows them to crush their peers and even challenge them beyond the ranks.

It's a pity that epiphany is really about understanding, and if you can't get it, you won't get it after all.

A demon like Xia Ji, who has an epiphany at every turn, others know about it, and I'm afraid I'm going to vomit blood.

Within a few days.

There's the latest news again.

Murong Tianlong carried a bronze knife box on his back, wrapped with a Sanskrit copper lock, and the box was long and narrow, about a long knife, which was the category of long knives.

And anyone with a discerning eye knows that most of the sealed knife boxes to be sealed with Sanskrit copper locks hide magic knives.

There are not many secrets on the rivers and lakes.

As long as an object has been revealed, then someone must know about it.

What is the inky black knife box, it was pointed out half a day later.

The Shadow Academy has a total of two magic knives.

The first is the magic knife, autumn fish intestines.

The second is the magic knife, the cold and glamorous saw.

Autumn fish intestines are easy to carry, and they are a symbol of the palace master's identity, and they are also the things that the palace master carries with him.

Leng Yansaw was banned in the dungeon because he was unknown...

It's just that I didn't expect that this time it was taken out by Murong Tianlong.

The people in the rivers and lakes of the Wei State couldn't help but start worrying about the Holy Son.