Well, I know now." Ji Weiliang leaned on Ling Jinxi's arms, she was showing weakness, she hoped he wouldn't say it again.

Did she really not find out?

She thinks that she has a complete memory and exercises after crossing over, but those moves, those understandings of cultivation, why can she be completely the same as the original.

No matter what she does, there is no surprise in the people around her, and everyone is the same, ah, it is really your appearance.

And when the Ji family was in Tongcheng, there would be accidents every time they planned, and the Ji family seemed to be more inclined to the Lin family every time......

A friend who is familiar with the original body, Ji Weiliang is still familiar.

What the original body is good at, Ji Weiliang is still good at.

The things I like to eat, the clothes I wear, and even the scent I use have not changed.

Is there really such a coincidence in this world?

The same looks, the same character, the same preferences, the same practices...... Is this two people or one person?

"Weiwei, are you okay?" Ling Jinxi himself was also dizzy, he felt as if he was drunk, obviously he didn't drink a sip of wine, he just smelled the wine.

"It's good." What should Ji Weiliang say?

Say yourself or the Ji family?

"That's it, I'm going to leave anyway, what about the past, even if I kill all the people of the Ji family, my past will still exist." jj.br>

Hate, it also depends on whether it is necessary.

As Ji Weiliang, the Ji family is just her past, no matter how much revenge she has, what she can do is limited, it is better to break it completely.

Carrying the drunk Ling Jinxi back to the inn, Ji Weiliang took out the city lord's order, and finally put it back.

Who can she tell?

What about telling those people?

"Forget it, forget it, forget it." Hugging the drunk Ling Jinxi, Ji Weiliang didn't want to think too much anymore.

Jiang Nianqing, who was sitting on the beam of the room, looked a little bored, he thought that Ji Weiliang would go crazy if he knew the truth, who would have thought that Ji Weiliang would just sleep with someone in his arms.

"Tsk, it's not once or twice that the Lord of the Demon Knife has slaughtered the entire clan, and this season is not too crazy." Jiang Nianqing sighed.

Early the next morning, Ling Jinxi woke up in the carriage.

The carriage was newly bought by him, and when the curtain was lifted, there was no trace of warmth in the gray-blue morning light.

Ji Weiliang sat outside in single clothes to catch the car.

"Weiwei, where are we going now?" Ling Jinxi also sat outside the car, and the two of them stood side by side in this early morning without sunrise.

"I'm going to sell you."

"Huh?"

"You got drunk yesterday from the smell of alcohol and said a lot of nonsense, which upset me, so I decided to sell you!"

"Hmph, I don't believe it." Ling Jinxi felt that Ji Weiliang was bluffing him, and it wasn't until Ji Weiliang really pulled him to a small village that he began to panic a little.

"Weiwei!" Ling Jinxi tugged on Ji Weiliang's sleeve.

"What? Do you still drink in the future? Are you still talking nonsense?" Ji Weiliang hooked the corners of his mouth and pulled out his sleeves.

"Absolutely never again." Ling Jinxi assured.

"Well, let's go, here's it, get off." Ji Weiliang watched the people who came to greet him jump out of the carriage.

"Weiwei, you don't really want to sell me, do you!" Ling Jinxi accompanied Ji Weiliang to make trouble.

"You're not worth much now, I'll sell you when you're worth." Ji Weiliang tidied up his clothes, "By the way, you have untied my curse, don't you, remember to put it on next time."

"Weiwei ......"

"Quiet!"

took Ling Jinxi and followed a thin man into the village, Ji Weiliang took out a jade slip and handed it to the man, and the man also gave a jade slip to Ji Weiliang, and the two didn't say anything from beginning to end except for exchanging jade slips.

"Weiwei, what are we?" Ling Jinxi was stunned throughout the whole process.

"Watch quietly, don't speak." Ji Weiliang handed the jade slip to Ling Jinxi, "After reading it, write it out for me."

"Oh." Ling Jinxi honestly promised.

They settled in an abandoned house in the village, with a bed made of wooden planks, uneven dirt floors, and a blackened earthen stove in the corner.

Ji Weiliang saw that there was no place to sit here, so he simply went out.

On the way to come, she found that there is bamboo here, bamboo is a good thing, you can eat it, you can use it, carrying a firewood knife made of stone, Ji Weiliang went to the mountain to cut bamboo.

It's ridiculous to say, cultivators in this world have all kinds of spiritual weapons, some of which can even reach thousands of catties, but ordinary people can't even afford to use a piece of iron.

Originally, the labor force was low, and all the metal produced was given to the cultivators, and the so-called wood knife was nothing more than a sharp stone, stuck in a piece of wood.

It's not that there is no fine iron in this world, but that all good things are taken by cultivators.

Ordinary people have no choice, and if they resist, they will die, and in the end they can only worship cultivators diligently for generations.

After cutting a lot of bamboo, Ji Weiliang casually found an empty place, sat directly on the bamboo, and started his work.

The first is to divide the bamboo into pieces, only one crack is needed, and the bamboo is easy to tear, plus the bamboo here is water bamboo, which is very thin, so Ji Weiliang only needs to divide most of the bamboo into two halves.

Then, put on gold gloves and quickly polish each piece of bamboo finely, and then you can start weaving.

The simplest is, of course, three to three in warp and weft, Ji Weiliang has a lot of strength, and those bamboos are like no hardness in her hands, and she quickly made a prototype by her.

The ordinary square, with its four sides, is trimmed and fixed on the trimmed wood.

It was ugly, but I could barely tell what it was doing, it was a small bamboo stool.

It can be folded, easy to carry, and it is quite lightweight.

Ji Weiliang was naturally dissatisfied with such a crude work, she started to make the next one, and as for the failed product, she just threw it aside.

The onlookers went from being afraid and restless to gathering crowds to watch, and some even picked up the failed products thrown away by Ji Weiliang and tried to sit down, very satisfied.

Finally, Ji Weiliang made up a place that he was satisfied with, sat on it by himself, and tried it, well, it felt good, so he was ready to pack up and leave.

"Well, Ma, can you make a dustpan?"

"Huh? I'm not your mother." Ji Weiliang's face was entangled, although her hair was white, her heart was still black.

Ahh

"Dustpan, dustpan knows." The woman gestured.

"Dustpan, I'll try." Ji Weiliang didn't mind, anyway, there were still materials, so she quickly made it up, and when the dustpan was finished, the bamboo she cut was almost used.

took a piece of bamboo in his hand, and Ji Weiliang made a small bamboo horse and handed it to the bare-ass child with a runny nose on the side.

"I'll play with you." Ji Weiliang smiled, gathered all the remaining debris, hugged it in his arms, and then toeed on his toes, put the small stool on it, and left.

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Chapter 194: Bamboo Horse Free Reading.