"Ji Weiliang, how can I help you? You tell me how I can help you! Zuo Weiyang couldn't wait to stay in Tongcheng for Ji Weiliang.

"Make Yucheng strong, strong enough to take me back to Yucheng."

Three days later, Qin Ruoxi and Yu Baimeng set off, a mighty caravan, such a big pomp, it is rare to see in Yuezhou.

In the caravan, in addition to several families in Yucheng and Tongcheng, other traveling merchants also joined it.

After all, business is impermanent, and it is certainly better to have a war department to protect it.

Zuo Weiyang also lived up to the name of the skinning ghost, and after some beating, he collected the protection fee and made everyone grateful to Dade, of course, he had to scrape two taels of oil for mosquitoes, and Zuo Weiyang's reputation for scraping oil became louder and louder.

A few days later, the remaining spiritual cultivators in the Yu period were also taken away by Zuo Weiyang, and they had to hurry back to Yucheng, spring ploughing was imminent, and many things needed to be prepared early.

Only Ji Weiliang was left in Tongcheng.

A man knocked on the wooden door and said at the door, "Miss, my son's teacher is here today, and I want to pay a visit to Miss." ”

Zhuang Qiang is the son of the old housekeeper, different from the old housekeeper's thoughtfulness, Zhuang Qiang is a farmer, and he doesn't understand Ji Weiliang's rules at all.

That is, after the old housekeeper was injured, Ji Weiliang brought him over to take care of the old housekeeper.

"Nope." Ji Weiliang is not interested in these, she is waiting for the Ji family, except for the Ji family, she is not interested in the other visits.

There were many people who wanted to see her during this time, and she refused.

Zuo Weiyang left, fortunately, there is still a Lin Xi in Tongcheng, this small wooden house has been set up by Lin Xi within a radius of twenty miles, and no one can enter without Ji Weiliang's permission.

"But ......" Zhuang Qiang didn't want to give up, his son's master said that as long as he could see Ji Kuishou, his son would have the opportunity to become an inner disciple and be carefully taught by the Jindan cultivator.

"Stand down." Ji Weiliang fiddled with the chess pieces on the table, and the next moment, Zhuang Qiang was already standing ten miles away from the cabin.

This is the magic circle that Lin Xi laid out for Ji Weiliang, and Ji Weiliang can grasp the position of the characters in the formation at will through the chess game on the table.

"It's kind of interesting."

Ji Weiliang smiled, and was a little interested in the magic circle.

"Maybe next time Lin Xi comes, I can ask him to give me a little jade slip to talk about the magic circle."

Touching the black cloth strip on the dresser, Ji Weiliang sighed again.

Some time ago in the Ji family, she was out of control for a while, if it weren't for the dry wind mountain, with the help of that Ling Jinxi, the exhaustion of spiritual power would be considered a good result, if she was not careful, Jindan would be completely blown up, and half of Tongcheng would have to be destroyed.

Coupled with the experience of losing control in the shallow fish forest, the fear that she couldn't control herself now gives her a chill down her spine when she thinks about it.

The shattering of the golden pill is a terminal illness in the cultivation realm, and Ji Weiliang has no choice but to try not to use spiritual power, and at the same time take more elixirs to maintain the spiritual power in her body, although it treats the symptoms but not the root cause, but at least it can prolong her life.

But Ji Weiliang still has such an unstable factor, and when she returns to Yucheng, she will also be a burden on Yucheng.

In the mirror, the right eye is normal, but the left eye is like a hellish ghost.

Maybe it's because of this period of time, Ji Weiliang is used to it, and feels that these eyes don't look so terrifying.

Thinking about it seriously, she and the kid in the Dry Wind Mountain, the two of them combined, they can't get together a pair of eyes that are fine, which can be regarded as sympathy.

Flipping out a jade slip casually, Ji Weiliang leaned on the couch, combed his thoughts, and recorded the key points of his thoughts on the jade slip from time to time, which can be regarded as writing a diary.

Inside the wooden house, the firewood crackles from time to time, the smell of pine burns, and the mushroom soup is stewed on the small stove.

Quiet, warm, comfortable, comfortable, seemingly peaceful, in fact, every second of tranquility hides countless problems, and there are countless problems waiting for Ji Weiliang to solve.

***

Qianfeng sat on the top of the dry wind mountain and looked at the sea, as if he wanted to exhaust the sea with his gaze, or he had already drowned in it.

In the cave on the side of the Dry Wind Mountain, Ling Jinxi's cultivation came to an end, and the starlight beside him gently dissipated, slowly falling and disappearing.

"I can finally resume my cultivation." Ling Jinxi breathed a sigh of relief, after this period of cultivation, the strength in his body was slowly stabilized.

I have to say that Ling Jinxi has paid a lot, but it doesn't matter, for him, it is enough to survive and continue to cultivate.

The curse mark of Wanren Mountain has been integrated into his bones, the acacia brocade is wrapped around his flesh, and the cloud of hatred is buried deep in his blood.

Because of the disappearance of the curse mark of Wan Ling Mountain, Ling Jinxi's eyes also returned to normal.

It's ridiculous to say, when he was a child, he had a problem with his eyes, and his mother took him to Wanren Mountain for medical treatment, and the gods said that the disease could not be cured, so let him stay in Wanren Mountain, as long as he didn't leave Wanren Mountain, his eyes would not deteriorate.

But Ling Jinxi was unwilling, he didn't understand why the other gods could leave Wanren Mountain, and he had to be trapped there.

With the determination to die outside, Ling Jinxi left Wanren Mountain with her mother and sister, honing her swordsmanship while looking for a way to suppress the curse on her eyes.

Unexpectedly, the so-called curse turned out to be the divine seal of Wanren Mountain.

Should I hate?

Fooled for so many years.

Ling Jinxi slowly opened his eyes.

If you let others see, it is a pair of bright and beautiful eyes, the corners of the eyes are long and raised, looking cold and arrogant, the eyes are clear and watery, the lying silkworm is full, and the eyes are crooked like the first moon when you smile.

No one could have imagined that under the black cloth of runes, hidden for nearly twenty years, was such a pair of bright eyes.

Ling Jinxi touched his eyes, a little dazed.

Will he be able to be a normal person instead of a blind person in the future?

You don't need to use spiritual power to see the world.

This feeling was foreign to him.

He had made a promise twice before, but it was a temporary recovery, and it was in an extremely critical situation, and he looked at the world without any flaws.

And this time, he really recovered, and his eyes were really good!

When he really saw the world with his eyes, Ling Jinxi showed the smile he had once after a short period of uneasiness.

The past is just the past, and the meaning of existence is only that he never wants to go back to that past.

For him, the important thing is always the present and the future.

It is already a gift of fate to be able to completely restore normal eyes and know the truth.

Walking out of the cave, Ling Jinxi went up the mountain wall.

Sure enough, Thousand Winds was still sitting there.

"Thank you, seniors, for saving your life."

Ling Jinxi knelt on one knee at Qianfeng's side, for Ling Jinxi, it was lucky enough to survive.

"Thanks? What is there to thank. Qianfeng didn't care, "It's not me who saved you, it's yourself." ”