At the southern end of the continent, there are more than 20 countries of all sizes, but fortunately, there is an official road where all countries contribute money and efforts and run through several countries, so there are many merchants in the south of the continent, and the rich flow of oil.

Walking on this official road that adds up to nearly a million miles, Jiang Yu was quite complacent, smashing his fist on the white paper, and showing off: "Foreigner, let's leave the continent on this road, magnificent, right?"

Liu Jingxun just smiled.

Compared with road construction, you compare to the Jingyang Dynasty? Earlier, there were 36 roads, and there were two official roads, one vertical and one horizontal, from the Great Snow Mountain to Jinling, which were the northernmost in Beihai, the southernmost in Annam, and from the Great Snow Mountain to Jinling. Of course, Jingyang is not that big, and it is nearly 400,000 miles from Zhongshan to Beihai in the north. This is not counting the current state and county roads, prefectures, and county roads.

Just repairing this road, I'm afraid it has been built for a hundred years, and when I come to Zhao Kan, he is already the third emperor.

In fact, most of the official roads are only two zhang wide dirt roads, and it is not easy to pave the ground with blue bricks. The main road in Chang'an City is paved with green bricks.

Most of the time, the loess paving and the water splashing the street are already the highest treatment, and the emperor is like this.

The official road is extremely busy.

In fact, Liu Jingxun has already taught Xingqiu boxing, and hitting white paper is also Jiang Yu's own request, she said that she will not stop until she can break four pieces of paper at the same time.

The world of geniuses, Liu Jingxuan can't understand. Because this dead girl has only been practicing boxing for a few days, there is already a faint wisp of qi emerging, which is the internal force in the mouth of ordinary martial artists.

So the canoe, which already weighed forty pounds, was carried on her back, and slowly became less and less of a problem.

Today, Qingming, passing by several intersections, almost everywhere there are people inserting incense and burning paper.

Jiang Yu was puzzled: "Qingming doesn't go to the grave, why do you burn paper at the crossroads?"

Liu Jingxun said: "People who can't return to their hometowns have to burn incense at the crossroads. On the burned paper, a seal should be written, only in this way, the burned paper money can be collected and sent to the City God Temple, and the City God Temple will forward it to Yudu Luoshan. But in my hometown, there are very few people who go to the grave on the Qingming Festival."

Jiang Yu asked, "Why? If you don't go to the grave on the Qingming Festival, is it on the Chinese Valentine's Day?"

Liu Jingxun turned her head and glared, and the girl hurriedly covered her mouth, not daring to say anything more.

The young man took a sip of wine and said softly, "There is a saying in my hometown that there are sons and daughters who are graved in the morning. If anyone goes to the grave on the day of Qingming, they will be said to be unfilial."

Jiang Yu lowered his voice, for fear that Liu Jingxun would not answer, so he called out to the master before asking, "Then master, where is your home?"

Liu Jingxun smiled, "Middle Earth, Jingyang Dynasty."

"So far?"

"It's not very far, you can get there by boat for half a year, ferry."

Jiang Yu asked again, "You mean, we're going to Middle-earth?"

Liu Jingxun nodded, and said softly: "I have to go to Yanggu first, then go north to Yuzhu Continent, and then go to Shenlu Continent to pick up your master, and then wait for a friend, and go to Posa Continent to kill someone, maybe a few people, and finally return to Middle-earth."

Jiang Yu sighed and said no more.

For Lizhou, or the Suzaku Dynasty, she has no nostalgia at all. It's just that she still has a grandfather.

After rushing for more than half a month, Jiang Yu no longer hung white paper in front of him. A bamboo green slim robe, a pair of peach blossom eyes on the back of the sword girl, has already learned Liu Jingyun's six-style boxing method. new

It is only more than 1,000 miles away from the Songming Mountain in Qingsong Country.

At noon that day, the two walked into a state city, and the streets were deserted, and there was no one in the daytime.

After letting go of Shennian and investigating, it turned out that there was a family that was competing to recruit relatives.

It was the first time Liu Jingxun had seen the book, so he turned his head and asked if he wanted to see the excitement.

Jiang Yu's reply still doesn't matter, it's okay to watch it or not.

With this indifferent look, Liu Jingxuan raised his hand and slapped his head again, and the girl in pain rubbed her head.

The two walked over and watched from afar.

Ordinary warriors, fists and feet

formula, nothing to look at.

Liu Jingxun saw that in the crack of the window on the second floor, there was a woman with tears in her eyes, and her eyes were on a young scholar standing in the crowd, at a loss.

Liu Jingxun was very interested, and said to Jiang Yu, "If that scholar dares to go on stage, I will help him."

Jiang Yu pursed his lips and shook his head, "I don't believe he dares to go, he has no power to restrain the chicken, and if he goes up, he will look for death."

Liu Jingxun just smiled, but suddenly found that this family was a little unusual, so he pointed and wiped it in front of Jiang Yu, and then asked, "Do you see anything abnormal?"

The girl rubbed Bai Xiaomeow's head, looked at it, and said softly, "Do you mean the fog that hovers over this house?"

Liu Jingxuan nodded, and said softly: "This is the atmosphere of a family immortal, the family is well-off, and the ancestors have accumulated yin virtues, if they are lucky, there is a chance that a family immortal similar to a ghost cultivator will appear. But it can only be used for the town house, and there is no way to stay away from the mansion."

While speaking, Liu Jingxun waved his hand, and an old man in white clothes fluttering and fairy wind was pulled here.

The old man in white looked horrified, respectfully and respectfully, and said in a deep voice, "I don't know what the immortal is looking for me?"

Even if he is not a ghost cultivator, he is also a kind of ghost, and seeing Liu Jingxun is like seeing God.

Liu Jingxun smiled and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I just want to ask, what's going on with that scholar and the girl on the second floor?"

Jiaxian sighed and roughly explained the cause and effect.

It's nothing more than that the girl likes it, but the father doesn't like it, and looks down on the poor boy.

After listening to the story, Liu Jingxun said softly, "If that scholar has the courage to go on stage, I will help him." If he is on stage, he will bother the old man to pass on a message to your family, and the young man will have great achievements in the future and will be a good son-in-law. If he doesn't dare to go on stage, I won't ......."

Before the words fell, Liu Jingxun turned his head to look at the ring, with a smile on his face.

Because the young scholar took the stage.

After leaving this state city, Jiang Yu couldn't help but ask, are you so nosy?

Liu Jingxuan only smiled and said, "If I don't meddle too much, I'm afraid you'll already be a princess. Anyway, if you remember one thing, you don't want to meddle in other people's affairs, so why should others meddle with your business?"

The girl only sighed, and didn't take it seriously.

After nightfall, the two walked to an abandoned temple, with leaky ruins on all sides, what kind of temple it was, Liu Jingxun really couldn't see it.

There are too many temples in the world. There are orthodox and upright gods and goddesses, as well as Yin temples built by themselves in various places, and even some large families will build temples to worship their ancestors.

As for what kind of god to seal and what kind of god it is, only the emperor of a country issues a holy decree and announces it to the world.

A fire was lit, Liu Jingxun looked at Jiang Yu, and said softly, "Stretch out your hand."

Jiang Yu didn't know why, but he still stretched out his hand, lest someone be another slap in the face.

Liu Jingxuan reached over and slapped the girl's palm, and said softly, "Why does that eleventh prince have to marry you? According to your grandfather, shouldn't you be disliked?"

Jiang Yu pouted and said, "It's because the prince doesn't want me to marry, so he came for a medical check-up. I didn't want to marry that murderous guy in the first place."

Liu Jingxun nodded, and it happened to be pouring rain outside.

Not long after the rain, a group of people and horses, three people, tied their horses outside the ruined temple and ran in turn.

All three were dressed in black, with leather armor on their upper bodies and horizontal swords at their waists.

The man at the head smiled and clenched his fists: "Yo! I didn't expect anyone! Later, we bothered us, but we just took shelter from the rain for a while, and bothered the two of us to make some room."

Liu Jingxun picked up a branch and threw it into the fire, but did not get up.

Then the man said, "No, let's go to the inner corner."

Liu Jingxun picked up the wine gourd and took a sip, and said softly, "You also look down on me too much, right? The high and low have to come to a real realm, no, three people, one fugue and two primordial infants, what do you think of me?

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Jiang Yu's heart instantly tensed and hugged Bai Xiaomeow tightly.

The man who spoke just now grinned, clenched his fists slightly, and said softly: "Our Highness said that if the princess is fine, Liu Gongzi can be a friend, I think Liu Gongzi can be a friend, right?"

Liu Jingxun pouted, "It seems that you eleven princes are not good, and if you die, you will be able to send out a fugue."

The young man got up slowly, and the three people opposite him were like great enemies.

No matter how stupid they were, they also noticed that at this moment, they were already surrounded by a cloud of sky-throwing sword intent, as if they had been stripped out of this world.