Xia Ji put the "Fire Lotus" of the Great Guangming Temple and the "Dragon Xiao Yin" of the Great Han Temple into the dark gold python robe, although it could not be warmed, but it could also be used at critical moments, one more magic weapon, one more possibility.

Looking at the Great Dark Heavenly Halberd again, before facing the ghost side, and then against Nangong He, this fierce soldier had already swallowed a lot of blood, and this battle swallowed even more.

At this time, as he looked at it, there was a fetal movement with the same rhythm as his own heart was giving birth to the murderer, as if the murderer regarded him as the "mother" who gave birth to it, and was mischievously imitating his heartbeat.

But that's not enough.

It's not yet time for "childbirth" to be born.

He put away the magic halberd, but the unknown beast-faced head swallowing armor was obviously inferior to this fierce soldier, and Xia Ji now quietly stored it in the space of the dark gold python robe.

After doing all this, he breathed a sigh of relief, and the soreness of the fierce battle finally fed back into his body.

When he saw the stream, he lay down on the side of the stream, picked up a handful of cold spring water with both hands, splashed it on his face, and then stroked it back to his black hair, wiped his hands, but saw that his five fingers were full of blood, it turned out that he was really covered with blood, but it was all other people's blood.

Xia Ji walked a distance downstream and found a secluded place, which was to remove his armor and undress, let the dark gold python robe turn into a turban, and wash it in the water for a while.

In this battle, he had a lot of insights in his heart and needed to digest them.

In a duel with the Son of Heaven, he comprehended his own Xuan-style "God Slashing Flying Knife", although it is not perfect, but it already has a prototype.

And his spirit is complete,

What is bad is a glimmer of opportunity from the heart.

This opportunity is fleeting, if you seize it, you will seize it, and if you can't grasp it, you will be waiting.

There are two types of gods: true gods and outer gods.

His own spirit is the true God.

The Buddha's is an outer god.

He soaked comfortably in the clear spring, watched the blood wash away, looked up at the sky, reached out and grabbed it...

"God, how tall is it?"

He asked endlessly.

"How thick is the ground?"

"How vast are the years and space?"

He fell silent.

Neither body nor mind is one with heaven and earth.

Shun, then die,

Reverse can be born.

Life needs to be in front of you, you need to eat, drink and Lazar, although there will be no fewer people who "encircle and suppress" yourself, and the storm does not know when it will come, but Xia Ji still made a little disguise, and the dark gold python robe turned into a dark gold ordinary clothes.

In the next village, he ate a bowl of scallion noodles with whole toppings, and then hired an ox cart.

Ox carts carrying golden haystacks,

The driver of the car is going north,

He refused to take people, especially strangers,

But Xia Ji threw a silver ingot to the coachman,

The coachman immediately regarded him as an uncle,

Looking at the material of this young man's clothes, I suddenly understood in my heart,

Maybe this is a frustrated aristocratic son,

As for why you are frustrated,

It's not money or women,

Or can't think of it,

He carried.

So, the coachman rubbed his hands, smiled, and asked, "Where is the uncle going?"

"Head north, take a ride, see the scenery, and come down where you want to go. ”

"Okay", the coachman was stunned, and suddenly became happy, thinking in his heart how to let himself run into this good thing of pies falling from the sky, and he must burn a stick of incense when he turns around, and recite Amitabha Buddha twice.

...

...

Ning Xiaoyu divided the gold.

Her adoptive mother and the villagers, who had taken care of her for many years, had gained a lot, and giving only the gold to her adoptive mother would bring disaster, but it would be a blessing to share it all.

She told the villagers that she was leaving again.

The villagers patted their chests and said that they would take good care of her adoptive mother.

Then, Ning Xiaoyu bathed and changed her clothes, and left a strange letter for her mother, only saying that if anyone found her afterwards, she would give him the letter, and then she came to the village early to wait.

It was nearly noon when she heard the sound of wheels.

The voice ran from north to south, shattering the silence of heaven and earth.

She looked south, and in the spring day, an ox cart carrying hay came from the end of the road.

The driver was an old man, and there was a burly young man in the car, wearing a dark gold jacket, holding a dead grass in his mouth, with his legs crossed, lying on the haystack, tilting his head, looking at the sky, as if in a daze.

The ox cart had no intention of stopping, but passed over the path at the edge of the village.

However, the young man felt something, and glanced sideways at the girl sitting in a daze at the head of the village, and the girl happened to look at him.

The boy looked at the face in amazement, then sighed softly, rolled over, turned his back to the girl, and did not look at her.

Ning Xiaoyu shouted, "Hey." ”

The boy assumed not to hear.

Ning Xiaoyu became interested, and shouted in a glutinous voice full of local flavor: "Little brother!"

As soon as the boy waved his hand, the ox cart stopped, and he rolled over and sat up, and asked, "What is the matter?"

Ning Xiaoyu said: "Little brother take me for a ride." ”

"Where?"

"My family lives in the north, in the direction of the imperial capital, but the soldiers are in chaos, and I can't go, for fear of encountering thieves.

Little brother, whether you go in that direction or not, if you go, give me a ride, it doesn't matter how far it is, thank you. ”

After speaking, Ning Xiaoyu looked at the young man with a blank eye.

The boy smiled, "You're waiting for me here?"

Ning Xiaoyu's face was not red and her heart was not beating: "I can give you more silver, will you go?"

"I'll go. ”

"Little brother, are you going or not?"

"Go. ”

"Then I'll wait a minute, I'll take the baggage. ”

With that, Ning Xiaoyu ran back to the village to get her luggage, this can't be too fake, wait here with your baggage, right?

Looking at her distant back, the old man driving the car leaned over and whispered: "Childe, this girl is good, she has long legs and a good face, but her ass is a little smaller, and she is not easy to raise." ”

As soon as Xia Ji heard this, he guessed that this old man had a lot of drama in his heart, and he was also speechless.

The old man saw that he didn't speak, so he said: "The son is a great nobleman, the old man, I am a person from the past, a woman, that's it, when you can't get it, it's a fairy, what you get is the rice particles in your mouth, the mosquito blood on the wall, where is there no grass at the end of the world, why bother to love a flower?"

The old man thought of his past and began to show off...

Xia Ji probably understood what the coachman had made up in his brain, and he didn't intend to explain, but listened, and the fatigue of the previous fierce battle was also recovering in this daily life.

That glimmer of opportunity from oneself seems to be near.

The old man kept talking.

He looked up at the sky.

Sky.

Cloud white.

Under the clouds, long country roads, red flowers, green grass.

His mind became calm, he didn't use Zen, and he was extremely peaceful.

Not long after, the girl came back, climbed onto the haystack of the ox cart with a burden, and then looked at the young man and said, "My name is Ning Xiaoyu, what's the name of the little brother?"

The young man smiled: "Xia Ji." ”

Ning Xiaoyu was stunned, obviously she didn't expect this person to be so upright.

I didn't use a fake name, because no one knew my real name, but you just reported your name directly, do you have a little experience in the rivers and lakes, you are the prince of Shenwu, but this first-class disloyal, unrighteous and unfilial demon in the world?