Three days later, the bright monks or warriors who entered Mount Meru, died to death, those who were captured were captured, and the rest could not escape the pursuit even if they hid in the dense forest.

Huixin returned to the fox clan, and she really wanted to follow His Highness to practice and pursue the Great Dao, but the clan needed her to preside.

And the Black Fox King killed with ease, Chishan Jun betrayed and died, and her original killing intent was also dissolved by Xia Ji, and became only aimed at that one negative man, with kindness and revenge, His Royal Highness never stopped her.

She turned into a charming maid, followed Xia Ji's side, and waited for the dispatch, anyway, she had already converted to His Highness, and as long as she followed behind His Highness, sooner or later she would have the opportunity to face the ruler, and when the time came, she must chop him into minced meat and make a meatloaf to vent her hatred.

On the path back from the depths of winter, the army escorted many prisoners forward.

The two horses were a little behind.

The hooves clattered on the ground,

Xia Ji glanced sideways at the skinny princess.

Xia Xiaosu raised his head slightly, his face facing the skylight, and his pale skin showed a touch of sickly beauty.

Xia Ji said: "I haven't seen you speak so fiercely." ”

Xia Xiaosu said: "No matter what, if she hurts you, I hate her." Even if she has all kinds of reasons and grievances, I still hate her. ”

"Actually, nothing happened to me and her, she was just a chess piece that happened to appear there, if it wasn't for her, it would be someone else, and the real layout was the second princess. ”

"Xia Yun?"

Xia Xiaosu breathed a sigh of relief, she was used to this suspenseful information, no matter how the world changes, as long as she becomes stronger, her brother wants to suppress the world with force, then she has to be her brother's strongest backing, not to mention, she still has the world in her heart, this ridiculous thought makes her feel the same way when she thinks of those people who are starving all over the field and those who are freezing to death under the bridge, and she sobs in the bed.

Therefore, for these things that must be done, she will change herself and become daring to "match" with no matter what kind of existence.

The two did not continue the topic of Xia Yun.

Xia Xiaosu said lightly: "Brother, I have already thought of the name I want to change." ”

"Huh?"

Xia Ji waited for the answer.

Xia Xiaosu said: "Huh." ”

Xia Ji was stunned, he remembered some things in his previous life, could this be the business of the parallel world, but it was also a certain number that was doomed?

He glanced sideways at the imperial sister, desolate and pale, small like a white plum in the corner, but did she want to be called Xia Wei?

Does he want to give a reminder, it's better not to call this name? For example, if you don't use some words like 龘, so that when the other military general scolds the formation in the future, he will forget how to pronounce this word for a while, and then he won't scold, and those who reluctantly scold will only take their own humiliation and be laughed at, and win the morale before the war starts?

The thought in Xia Ji's heart flashed, "Do you like this word?"

"I think this name is very domineering, and it should be able to suppress others. ”

Xia Xiaosu actually didn't have a lot of confidence.

"I like it too. ”

Xia Ji laughed.

Xia Xiaosu was affirmed and smiled.

Xia Ji raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance, and remembered his assertion that he was an outlier in his mind.

Outliers and Xia Ji?

So what?

...

The eighteen-story tower of stargazing has been transformed into a prison, and some of the original forbidden organs have just been made into defensive measures, and the third floor of the ground floor is used for the guards on duty.

Outside the tower, there are resident armor soldiers, patrolling day and night in three shifts.

Xia Ji walked step by step along the swirling staircase.

In a cell at the top of the tower, Yan Ling, who was wearing a prison uniform, was leaning against the cold wall.

She looked at the brass finch oil lamp on the diagonally opposite wall, and thought to herself that maybe it would be better to die like this.

"Ahh

This interrogation was very effective, and many warriors had already succumbed and began to write the secrets of their own sects.

It's going to be your turn.

Yan Ling thought in her heart, she grabbed the white fish pendant with her left hand, maybe only the power from the dead mother could give her a little warmth.

Bang dang.

At that moment, the metal chains rang and made a screeching sound.

Yan Ling looked up and saw a person standing in front of the door.

A teenager.

The inside is tied with a dark gold jacket, and the outside is draped in a dark python robe.

It's Xia Ji.

The two glanced at each other through the prison door, and Yan Ling turned his head away.

The jailer unlocked the door, and then drove out the rest of the female warriors inside, and His Highness came to visit, how could there be other people on the side.

Among those female warriors, there were people from Qingya Villa, and when they saw this situation, they immediately understood, and hurriedly said, "Senior Sister Yan, don't forget my little sister." ”

The rest of them also probably understood the identity of this Yan Ling, so they shouted one after another: "Miss Yan, it is also fate to be in the same room, please..."

"Hurry up!" the jailer urged the warriors.

The warriors were shackled and shackled, this kind of shackles were specially developed for the warriors, the needle is hidden in the shackles, the needle length is no more or less, if the true qi is transported in the meridians and slightly bulged, the needle will be directly pierced into the meridians and the meridians will be abolished.

And the material of this needle is also very special, unless it is a legendary-level powerhouse, don't think about breaking the shackles with horizontal exercises, this is not enough, but all martial artists who are in prison will be given drugs like "soft tendons" in their daily diet, in short, unless the legend of the rivers and lakes, it is impossible to escape.

"Your Highness, please. The jailer looked at the Seventh Highness with flattery.

Xia Ji walked through the prison door and sat down in front of Yan Ling.

"The folk girl has seen the Seventh Highness. ”

Yan Ling's voice was lukewarm.

Xia Ji said: "You should also understand that it is not realistic to let you go, so don't say anything like this." But you and I have had a friendship on the streets of the imperial capital, and this friendship allows me to give you one more choice. ”

"What choice?"

"Relax your mind, I will recite a sutra for you to calm your mind. ”

When Yan Ling heard the word "chanting", his heart twitched, he had a bad life in the past three years, but is this prince good? If he hadn't broken out of the situation by himself, I'm afraid he would have died a long time ago, right?

"I'm sorry..."

Her voice softened, apologetic.

Xia Ji said: "In the troubled times, the weak are pawns, they are carried down by the strong, they are stirred by the wind and clouds, everything they do, say or think, they can't help themselves, what is there to be sorry for?

Yan Ling nodded, although he didn't understand what the role of "chanting" was, but he could finally peek into the corner of this past, and then he could have a common topic, with a topic, the once broken friendship could be slowly repaired.

She has no relatives anymore, and only the one in front of her will make her miss and suffer.

Xia Ji sat cross-legged in the light of the sky falling from the prison window, his eyes clear, and he opened his mouth to recite scriptures.

His voice was neither fast nor slow, neither high nor low, calm as a touch of ocean current, because it was deep, so there was no noise or agitation.

Moments later...

He had finished reciting the scriptures.

Yan Ling was really listening with her heart and guard from beginning to end, and because of this, she quickly felt the spirit that was as vast as the sea.

In front of that spirit, he is a pool of water.

She felt that the prince in front of her had really changed, obviously sitting opposite him, only a foot away, but that sense of distance could not be described as the difference between cloud and mud.

Looking at him is like looking at the sky, and you can feel your own insignificance strongly.

She closed her eyes for a long time, and the small pool of water in her heart finally merged into the sea, and a strange sense of security came to her heart, and at the same time, she also understood that the young man in front of her was really not the old man of yesterday, and in this short period of less than three years, what level has he climbed to?

After three years, nothing is like before.

Could it be that he was born for such troubled times?

Many thoughts poured into her mind, but as the spirit deepened, a strong sense of inferiority welled up in her heart.

It was a spirit that bordered on might.

How could I possibly have a friendship with such an being?

How is it possible to have a common topic with him?

When she was still thinking about her children's love for a long time, the other party was no longer thinking about these, she opened her eyes and looked at the young man in front of her, the pair of pupils were as deep as the sea, she was even more ashamed of herself, and gave up the idea of "renewing the relationship" in her heart in an instant, because she felt that she was no longer worthy.

So, she began to ask some questions about the cultivation of the exercises, the confusion in her heart, and so on.

She asked, and Xia Ji answered.

One question and one answer, and an hour passed in a short time.

After a long time, Yan Ling has realized a lot, looking at the young man in front of him, the emotions in his heart have also changed a little, which is a mixture of inferiority complex and respect, as well as many complex feelings.

"Your Highness. ”

Yan Ling shouted again, wanting to say something.

Xia Ji interrupted her and said, "Call me teacher from now on." ”

This title directly cuts off all possibilities for the two of them, and it also draws an end to the cause and effect that existed, teachers and students can only be teachers and students.

Yan Ling was stunned for a moment, biting her lip, although her heart was much quieter, she still had a trace of colic when she heard this sentence, but it was already a great opportunity to be accepted as a disciple by a legend, not to mention that she had long lost her feelings and sense of belonging to Qingya Villa, so she betrayed it.

So, she said, "Yan Ling has seen the teacher. ”

When she looked up again, her face changed to a playful look.

Xia Ji was not surprised, and said lightly: "Xia Yun." ”

At this time, "Yan Ling" was curious: "Oh, you haven't killed her yet?