Wang Jiang actually didn't prepare to kill this man, after all, this was in the Great Song Dynasty, and it was better to be careful.

But he can't let it go easily, he can only give him a small lesson!

"I am a student of Tianyuan Academy, and my father is a scholar of the academy, so I naturally don't need to abide by these rules and regulations too much, as long as it is not too excessive, the law enforcement team here will not interfere too much."

It turned out to be the son of a wealthy family, and sure enough, the rules and laws were set up for those who were weak, and people like them could be ignored.

Suddenly, at this time, a figure appeared again in the sky, galloping down towards Wang Jiang.

Before the person arrived, the voice came, "Daoyou's subordinates are merciful!" ”

Heh, just now these rabbit cubs didn't show up when they were ready to humiliate themselves, and now they come out to save the scene when they are defeated in an instant?

The action is really fast.

Wang Jiang really didn't do anything to the man under his feet, and after hearing the sound, Wang Jiang also took his foot away.

This figure fell, and gestured to Wang Jiang, "Fellow Daoist, this person is my son-in-law, the old man in the mansion and the official of Tianyuan Academy." Please also be merciful at the feet of Taoist friends. ”

Wang Jiang looked at it, and the cultivation in the later stage of foundation building was neither too strong nor too weak for him.

As soon as he came up, he blew up his house, and it seems that he wanted to make himself retreat in this way.

Wang Jiang didn't care about this, anyway, he didn't really plan to do anything to him, so it was better to continue to say "In this case, you will give him a wait, I hope there will be no next time." ”

For this old servant's temporary rescue, of course Wang Jiang knew that he had been lurking around here all along, but he only came out when he saw that his son-in-law was in danger.

If your own strength is inferior to them, you will be unlucky.

However, Wang Jiang and the servant knew this, and the two looked at each other and smiled, and he led the man towards the imperial city.

Before leaving, he did not forget to leave a sentence to Wang Jiang, "Thank you Daoyou, in the future, you can come to the house as a guest, I believe that the master will be very welcome." ”

At this point, Wang Jiang smiled and did not answer.

Turning and walking deeper into the mountains, he didn't know where he was going next, but he was where he went.

In fact, he really wanted to go back to Kongsang Mountain to meet Senior Sister Xiaolu, but when he thought of his cheap master, he dispelled this idea again.

It can only be a step at a time.

The next day, Wang Jiang walked to a town that he didn't know what to call, he was not wearing a mask, and he had half-white hair and a slightly younger face.

Walking in the crowd, there are always all kinds of strange eyes thrown at him.

Just after the New Year, there are festive appearances everywhere, and hundreds of lights are hung red.

Suddenly, Wang Jiang smelled the smell of scallion oil noodles, and recalled the first bowl of scallion oil noodles he had eaten when he was a child, and he was a little nostalgic.

When I came to the shop that sells scallion oil noodles, I ordered a bowl of scallion oil noodles and a handful of green onion noodles!

A simple bowl of scallion oil noodles was placed in front of him like this.

I tasted it again after many years, but I couldn't find the taste in my memory, and I even found it a little unpalatable.

But Wang Jiang still insisted on finishing eating, he knew that it was not the scallion oil noodles that became unpalatable, but that he had changed.

In fact, the taste of noodles in my memory is not much different from this, and the reason why I think the taste is better in the past is only because memory continues to beautify it.

When you really meet again, this real face will naturally not be as good as the taste that has been constantly beautified in memory.

After eating noodles, Wang Jiang came to a mountain again, and sat and watched the sea of clouds rise and fall for one day, two days, three days.

It wasn't until he came back to his senses that he was reminiscing about the past, and since he found his true self, he began to recognize himself more and more, and he began to face the past seriously.

In the past, I was cowardly, afraid of death, afraid of power, and even looked down on myself very much.

He didn't dare to face these self until he found his true self, and it was only recently that he dared to really face his cowardly self in the past.

Sitting on this mountain for a few days and nights, Wang Jiang figured out a lot, since he wanted to go back to see, he didn't need to worry too much about going back, which would make him feel hindered. (More exciting on the next page!) )

Hindering the practice of danger.

Kongsang Mountain, the place where I used to resist the most, there are people I don't want to see the most, and there are people I want to see the most now.

Thinking about this, Wang Jiang embarked on the road to leave the Great Song Dynasty.

Da Song's trip seems to be just making a decision with himself, and he can't go back, this answer may have a clear answer in Da Song who chose to come to the Blood Zen Realm in Kunwu, but he has been unwilling to face it.

Now he figured it out, where to go and who he wanted to see?

Then go boldly, without thinking too much, cowering without a bit of manhood.

After a period of time, Wang Jiang came to the border town in the western part of the Great Song Dynasty again, and walked the streets that he once walked with Senior Sister Xiaolu, but it still didn't change at all. No \./Wrong \./More\./New '.w'.a'.p'.'.'.c'.o'.m

Then he left the territory of the Great Song Dynasty and traveled to the Baoguan River, where the ravine that had been cut by the sword of the black-armored warrior was still clearly visible.

This is the last place where he and Senior Sister Xiaolu were together, and when they arrived at the inheritance place of Wu Dao's predecessors, it didn't take long for them to be separated from her.

In the past two years, he has really experienced a lot, and even his cultivation has improved a lot.

With a heavy mentality, Wang Jiang passed by the border of the Demon Court and came to the territory of Blood Chan, which he was not very familiar with, but his master was a monk in the Yuan Infant Stage who occupied an empty Mulberry Mountain as his own cave mansion.

It's easy to find here.

Soon he got a route to Kongsang Mountain in a town built by monks, and Wang Jiang never stopped along the way, and the closer he got to Kongsang Mountain, the more excited he became.

Finally, in the early morning of one day, it was like seeing the mansion on Kongsang Mountain for the first time, and the white walls were reflected by the sunlight with a little golden light!

The difference is that Xiaohong is not cleaning the fallen leaves, nor is she seeing Ironwood and Tielin!

There was a ban on the mountain, and he couldn't continue to get closer, so Wang Jiang fell from the sky to the foot of the mountain, and knocked on it in the form of a light buckle on the door.

"Master, I'm back!"

In the past, he suspected that Shizun had done something to him, and he could locate his position no matter where he was, but now he had taken the initiative to come to the foot of the mountain but did not see him come out.

It seems that he either guessed wrong, or because of a series of experiences outside, he inadvertently cleared the hands and feet left by Shizun on himself.

Maybe it's the transformation of the Dao body, or it's possible that the three-colored fire in the sea of divine consciousness is infused into the whole body, and it's more likely that it's the reason for the resurrection from the dead.

In short, now the master can't locate his position, which still makes Wang Jiang breathe a sigh of relief.

On the originally peaceful Kongsang Mountain, because of Wang Jiang's words, several bright lights instantly ignited.

A figure flashed to the front of the ban, the same as two years ago, the master still did not change at all, and he looked a little older than him.

Zhu Changqing looked at the disciple in front of him with deep meaning, and waved his hand to open the ban.

With a light smile, "Welcome back!" ”。