Is it a way to control you by letting you go away from what hurts you?" Ling Jinxi didn't understand.

"You're right, and I'm not qualified to have any opinions." Ji Weiliang played with the mirage stone in his hand, "Lin Xi is the third son of the Lin family in Dongzhou, I will let Jiang Nianqing protect him, as for you and me."

"Can't we leave these things behind and go straight to the West?" Ling Jinxi asked.

「…… Yes." Ji Weiliang raised his head and looked at Ling Jinxi, "Defeat me, you can do anything."

"Weiwei, you have obviously decided to leave Yuezhou, why don't you just do it, why bother with Yuezhou?" Ling Jinxi really didn't understand, "Do you know what those people did to you? You're still holding out for Yuezhou, do you think they'll be grateful to you?"

"I'm a fool, go with the flow." Ji Weiliang coughed and got out of bed, "If you can't get used to it, you can leave by yourself."

"Weiwei ......"

Passing by, Ji Weiliang put on his coat, and the breeze blew Ling Jinxi's forehead.

"Blame yourself, promise God to a weak man who cares about the past." Ji Weiliang walked out of the room.

The rain in Zaocheng was still falling, fine and dense, endless, enveloping the whole city in the haze and damp cold.

The city lord of Zaocheng died violently overnight twenty-six years ago, and passed the city lord's order to the only young son in Zaocheng, but that child was just a puppet.

If Yucheng is barren, then Zaocheng is a poor mountain and bad water, the sky is not clear, the ground is not flat, there are no six feet of people, and there are no three colors of goods.

Such a jujube city has nothing, but in the past twenty-six years, it has become one of the richest cities in Yuezhou.

Because Zaocheng has a unique cargo - people.

As long as there are spars, there are all kinds of goods in Zaocheng, among which the most valuable is of course the female cultivator.

A living person, so that the poor mountains and rivers of Zaocheng gradually rich, there are nightless markets, there are unquenchable torches, there are singing, there are dances.

But the locals of Zaocheng are also innocent, they are also goods, and they don't know what those people are doing.

Ji Weiliang stood in the rain, hugged his robe, and looked up at the rain clouds, "If I do something wrong, then let me be punished, anyway, I don't care about right or wrong."

"Oh, how can it rain, I can't get wet." A woman ran over, and the woman was the proprietress of the store, and hurriedly put a piece of summer cloth coated with tung oil on Ji Weiliang's head, "It's raining, but your hair will fall out."

"Sister, I want to eat eggs, make me an egg to eat today."

"Okay, sister, I'm going to buy you a bunch."

In the barren Zaocheng, eggs are sold in bunches, five to ten in a bunch, wrapped in straw.

"Thank you, sister." Ji Weiliang took out a third-grade spar, "I don't have a copper coin, my sister told me where I can change it."

"Okay, don't know, but I do know that the nearby tavern has this stone, so go and see it." The woman smiled brightly, and even this autumn rain was no longer so annoying.

"Okay, I'll go now." Ji Weiliang squinted and smiled back.

Ling Jinxi was stunned, he knew very well who Ji Weiliang was, she must be angry, but she was obviously wrong.

Whether it's the Ji family or Yuezhou, they have never treated her well, is it useful for her to pay like this?

Holding on to the door frame, watching Ji Weiliang whisper softly to a barbarian, Ling Jinxi didn't understand.

Ji Weiliang is a cultivator, one of the most powerful cultivators in Yuezhou, don't say that ordinary cultivators, with her status, there can be a place in the East and West Continents.

But she stood in the rain in sackcloth, and talked to a barbarian woman, who let her touch her hair.

"It's so slippery, this is a cultivator? We've always had a long grunt, and your face is as soft as an egg!" The proprietress smiled and rubbed Ji Weiliang's face, praising her skin quality.

"It's good not to bask in the sun or blow the wind." Ji Weiliang is not rejected, she likes these women, pure and safe, very beautiful.

"How can a man not bask in the sun, the crops will bask in the sun, and the people will bask in the sun, and the crops will have wind and rain, and without the sun and rain, the crops will not grow." The proprietress hugged Ji Weiliang, "You are so heavy, you don't look fat, you have a lot of strength, you can do a lot of farm work."

"I don't know." Ji Weiliang hugged the proprietress's waist and pressed her forehead against hers, "Cultivators don't like others to be close, if you approach me like this, you will die."

Suddenly let go, glanced at the proprietress who fell to the ground, Ji Weiliang wrapped in tung oil summer cloth, and walked out of this small inn slowly.

Since it is impossible to protect her for the rest of her life, it is not good to let her know that she is a cultivator.

Ling Jinxi watched the proprietress get up from the muddy water scolding, watched the proprietress say that she wanted to give Ji Weiliang eggs and croton, and finally ran out after Ji Weiliang. jj.br>

He hated Ji Weiliang's indifference and arrogance, and hated the boss's low and gloomy voice.

He didn't understand, at the beginning, the indifferent Ji Weiliang accepted everything from the boss lady, and the obscure boss lady also hugged Ji Weiliang.

There is no absolute right or wrong in this world.

Ji Weiliang didn't want the proprietress to trust cultivators, arrogant cultivators often couldn't understand the feelings of ordinary people, because the cultivator's body was untouchable, keen, powerful, and noble.

And the proprietress just took care of the guests in the store as usual, seeing that her skin was like jade, so she couldn't help but touch it, she didn't have any malice, but she was treated like this, how can she not be angry?!

Still in the rain, or in the tavern, Ji Weiliang raised her hand to pick up the tung oil summer cloth on her head, her gray hair curled slightly, revealing a full forehead, and a pair of quiet eyes.

"Boss, a jar of wine." She still only needs a jar of wine.

In the tavern, several thugs quietly retreated, and Xiao Er didn't dare to step forward.

"No, there's no wine for you here." The shopkeeper was not good-looking, but he did not dare to approach.

This woman with an eye patch only beat the city guards a few days ago and did not dare to speak, and their little tavern naturally did not dare to provoke them.

"The man who was with me at the time is gone." Ji Weiliang stroked his soaked forehead, his eyes blinked slightly, and a coolness instantly made the autumn mood stronger.

"Your Excellency, the little shop doesn't know." The shopkeeper bowed his head to show weakness.

"Not knowing can become knowing, you say, do I need to teach you?" Ji Weiliang walked into the store and grabbed a jar of wine casually, "I want this wine."

"Your Excellency, this wine is not worthy of you!" The wine is not worthy of her, and this shop is not worthy of her shot, this little tavern, I really don't know who she is looking for!

"I'm lazy, I can't be happy, I won't let anyone be happy, tell your master, in the next season, I lost a friend, Zaocheng handed it over, I apologize, Zaocheng can't hand it over, then I can really only apologize."

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