"Ji... My lord, we don't seem to know each other. As soon as he heard the name Ji Qingyun, Mu Youhuai's body was shocked, and he pretended to be calm and said.

"Let's not talk about that. Ji Qingyun said with a smile: "I didn't expect this wine shop to have such a good wine as Huangliangmeng, you can taste it first, it tastes good." ”

Hearing this, Mu Youhuai held the bowl of wine with trembling hands, but Ji Qingyun pressed one hand on his head, and then pressed it down hard, Mu Youhuai's head was pressed by him on the wine table, and the bowl of wine was also splashed on the ground by him.

"If you want to drink it, you really dare to drink it?, who gave you dog guts?" Ji Qingyun, who was approachable, elegant and easy-going just now, said sharply with a gloomy face at this time.

Maybe no one in the Honghuang Ancient Land knew Ji Qingyun's family background, and before coming to the Great Wall, Ji Qingyun was also a complete anointed child on the island of that exile.

Although he didn't do the kind of robbery of people's girls in the fish and meat township, he didn't do much like this, but he didn't do much to smash people's shops at every turn, but the shopkeeper only needed to go to Ji's house to get the money afterwards.

Of course, this is also because his temperament slowly became calm.

"What are you doing!" the strong man who had been paying attention to this side suddenly stood up, slapped his palm on the wine table, and shouted angrily.

Seeing this scene, the simple-looking man also stood up, holding the empty jar in his hand, and shouted, "Let him go!"

Ji Qingyun glanced at the two of them with pity, and then ignored them again.

Then the force in his hand increased a little, and the table top of the wine table made a clicking sound.

"Guest officer, I don't know where he offended you. The proprietress who had been standing beside him realized that this extraordinary-looking man in white was not as humble as he seemed on the outside, but moody.

"I don't even know you. Mu Youhuai, who was pressed on the table by him, said in a trembling voice.

Ji Qingyun's long eyes narrowed slightly, and he said coldly: "I see that you don't cry when you don't see the coffin." ”

Then the force in his hand increased a little, and the wine table could not bear such a constant time, so it collapsed and split.

"I told you to stop, did you hear me!" The burly man stepped forward and grabbed Ji Qingyun's wrist with one hand and scolded.

Ji Qingyun glanced up at him and said lightly: "I'm in a bad mood today, you stay away." ”

Ji Qingyun was slightly shocked, and the strong man felt a pain in the palm of his hand, so he could only be forced to let go of her wrist.

Then Ji Qingyun slammed the wooden right acacia in his hand towards the wooden pillar on the side.

The strong man burst into anger and threw a punch at Ji Qingyun.

Although they are from poor backgrounds, this is not a reason for these rich children to arbitrarily take care of their own lives.

It's just that he found that his fist stopped half a foot away from Ji Qingyun, and it was difficult to advance a single inch.

Ji Qingyun glanced at him with anger on his face, then turned his head to look at the proprietress, threw the Yuan Shen Divine Treasure in his hand to her, and said, "I have completed this wine shop, so I also ask the proprietress to let them go to another house to drink." ”

The proprietress took the Yuan Shen Treasure and smiled, "The son is really a generous person, and the slave family really didn't look away." ”

Mu Youhuai, who was picked up by Ji Qingyun on the pillar, wailed, attracting the sideways glances of everyone in it.

Then the wooden right acacia slid down from the pillar and did not move.

"Murder, murder. The guests in the liquor store who saw this scene were so frightened that they screamed and fled outside.

At this time, there happened to be a patrolling soldier passing by outside the wine shop, and when he heard someone in the wine shop fleeing in a panic and shouting for murder, he surrounded the entire wine shop, and many qi practitioners who heard the news stood in the air, staring at the wine shop with a wary expression.

Lin Xumei, the guard in the city lord's mansion, led a team of soldiers into the wine shop, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Ji Qingyun dressed in white.

"Your Excellency. It's the one he killed. The simple-looking man was also a little more confident when he saw that a patrol soldier had arrived, and he hurriedly ran forward, fell to his knees with a thud, and shouted at Lin Xumei with a cry.

Lin Xumei's expression was grim, he knelt on one knee, and said loudly: "Lin Xumei saw General Ji." ”

The patrol soldiers behind him were also all after hearing General Ji's three words

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Kneeling down, his eyes looked at the white-clothed figure with reverence.

There are many people on the Great Wall who can be called generals, and the centurion has the title of general upwards, but there is only one surnamed Ji, and that is General Ji Qingyun, who led the Great Wall army all the way west to the front of Hangu Bingzhen.

"Get up. Ji Qingyun stared at the "corpse" on the ground and said lightly.

At this time, the two men were the most stunned, they did not expect that the one who killed their companions without saying a word was actually a general who thought that he was in a position of great power.

"The Son of Heaven is guilty of the same crime as the common people, can he avoid punishment just because he is a general, so he can avoid punishment by killing someone?

Hearing this, Lin Xumei's expression turned grim, and he looked at the motionless man on the ground, it was obvious that he no longer had the slightest anger on his body, and even the death aura on his body was so thick that it didn't look like a person who had just died.

"General, what is this?" Lin Xumei asked a little fox.

When Ji Qingyun left the City Lord's Mansion before, the City Lord had already explained, no matter what Ji Qingyun did in the Gathering Troops Town, they didn't care.

It's just that there have been deaths now, and there are so many people, you can't just ignore what you did and what happened, right?

"It's just a ghost horse's foot. Ji Qingyun didn't want Lin Xumei to be difficult, so he explained.

Immediately, he stepped on Mu Youhuai's body and shouted: "Pretend to be a dead person in front of me, get out of here!"

As soon as Ji Qingyun stepped down, Mu Youhuai opened his mouth, and a black mist miasma came out of his mouth, and the black mist rose in the air and turned into a streamer of light to escape.

Ji Qingyun snorted coldly, and his five fingers were like hooks and immediately pulled back, and the black streamer was forcibly pulled back by him.

The black streamer turned into a humanoid shape and floated in the void, Ji Qingyun's right hand was held weakly, the void shook and became distorted, and a piercing cry came out of the humanoid's mouth.

The two men, who had been shocked by the previous scene, stood there with a stunned expression, unable to believe that there was still such a foreign object in the body of Mu Youhuai, who had been clinking glasses and drinking with him before.

Later, after the ghost creature let out a cry, the two of them, who were just **mortals, passed out completely.

Ji Qingyun flicked his sleeves and used the heavenly means of returning to the Pu Realm to completely seal this void, and the slightest sound would not be transmitted.

He swept his body and grabbed the ghost creature by the neck with his right hand, and asked in a cold voice, "Now you know who I am, right?"

"Know... Got it. A hoarse voice came from the mouth of the black ghost.

"Let me ask you, where is that old ghost of King Qin Guang?" Ji Qingyun's expression was cold, and the murderous intent in his eyes poured out and asked indifferently.

"I don't know. The ghost replied in a deep voice.

"I don't know. Ji Qingyun repeated his words, and then said with a hideous face: "What a loyal lord!"

Immediately, he shot a wisp of spiritual fire into the ghost's body, and said in a deep voice, "What I have to spend with you, but your time is running out from now on." ”

After that wisp of spiritual fire entered the ghost shadow's body, it continued to burn his ghost qi, and every time the ghost qi burned, he had to endure a heart-rending pain that broke his lungs and liver.

The ghost's mouth continued to let out terrible screams, curses, and voices of insubmissive resistance.

Ji Qingyun picked a bench and made it, an extra incense stick appeared in his hand, he lightly twisted the incense with two fingers, and said to the ghost: "I forgot to tell you, when this incense burns out, there will be no spiritual power in your body, and then you will be just a lonely ghost." ”

"So what?!" the ghost howled bitterly.

"No, I'll throw you in the thunder pool, I know very well what you ghost clan are most afraid of, I promise, you won't die, you will be better than dead. ”

Ji Qingyun poured himself a full cup of Huangliang Dream, smiled at Lin Xumei and said, "Commander Lin, do you want to taste it?"

Before he could reply, Ji Qingyun said to himself: "Forget it, I know that it is an iron rule of your City Lord's Mansion that you are not allowed to drink alcohol during the duty period." ”

A stick of incense has to be said to be long or short.

For the tormented ghost, it was simply so

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As the days passed, he could feel that the spiritual fire was constantly burning his soul.

It's not that he didn't want to extinguish that spiritual fire, but it was a spiritual fire transformed by the majestic pure spiritual power that returned to the Pu Realm.

If you want to extinguish that spiritual fire just by relying on the slightest trace of your own Heavenly Aspect Realm, it is simply a moth fighting a fire and killing itself.

Seeing that the incense on the table was about to burn out, and the ghost qi in his body had become extremely thin, so that he would become a complete waste, he immediately shouted in a low voice, "I said. I say. ”

Hearing this, Ji Qingyun put down the wine glass in his hand, gently snuffed out the incense, and said expressionlessly: "Say it." ”

"King Qin Guang, he is in the house of this man who was taken by the villain, he is now seriously injured, he sent the villain out today to be careful. The ghost in the void shouted, "Please take out the spiritual fire in my body." ”

Ji Qingyun turned his head to look at Lin Xumei, who had been waiting on the side, and said lightly: "Commander Lin, do you still need me to tell you what to do?"

"The last will understand. Lin Xumei arched his hand and said.

Ji Ge looked at his figure that turned to leave, and said slowly: "I hope that Commander Lin will not startle you, after all, your Lin family has already disappointed me once." ”

Lin Xumei paused, and did not answer Ji Qingyun's words, as the commander of the City Lord's Mansion, he naturally knew what happened last night, including Ji Ge's life and death.

Immediately, he led some patrol soldiers to rush in the direction of Mu Youhuai's house.

"Your Excellency. The ghost shouted again, "Please keep your promise to take out the spiritual fire from your current body." ”

Ji Qingyun plucked out his ears, then turned to look at the ghost shadow, and said with a cold look in his eyes: "I forgot to tell you, from the moment I stepped out of the City Lord's Mansion, I told myself that I would never let go of a ghost clan in the future." ”

"So since I found out about your identity, you've already stepped through the ghost gate. ”

Ji Qingyun had an extra three-inch flying sword between his fingers, and with a flick of his fingers, the flying sword turned into an emerald streamer and passed through the center of the ghost's eyebrows.

Before the ghost could utter a cry of pleading, its soul had already dispersed.

The flying sword swirled in the air and then flew back to Ji Qingyun's fingers, rubbing his fingers very affectionately as if asking for merit and reward.

He turned his eyes to look at the two men who fell to the ground, his companion was taken away by the ghost clan, and he didn't even know whether it was a person or a ghost sitting next to him, and he pretended to be hot-blooded and chivalrous, which was why Ji Qingyun glanced at the two of them with pity before.

Ji Qingyun rubbed the flying sword in his hand that had already opened his wisdom, and asked out loud, "Boss, do you still have anything left in this yellow sorghum dream?"

"I'm really sorry for the guest officer, this is the last dream of the year. The proprietress twisted her waist and hurriedly walked out of the counter, and said with a smile.

"That's a real misfortune. Ji Qingyun said with a look of regret.

"But I didn't expect the proprietress to have such good courage, and she can be calm when she sees this scene, but she can't do it if she is an ordinary person. Ji Qingyun said playfully at the corner of his mouth.

"It's a secret, the slave family has never seen any strong winds and waves, and the slave family still hasn't taken this kind of thing to heart. The proprietress with heavy makeup put her hands on Ji Qingyun's shoulders and said with a smile.

"It's just that the slave family was a little surprised, I didn't expect this guest officer, you to be the famous General Ji Qingyun on the Great Wall. ”

At this time, her expression was awe-inspiring, and wisps of black color rose and entwined between her fingers.

Ji Qingyun sneered indifferently, he played with the psychic flying sword between his fingers, shook his head and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that the yellow sorghum wine in this small wine shop was really the yellow sorghum wine in the hands of that Meng Po of the ghost clan, and I didn't expect that Meng Po, who was calling for wind and rain among the ghost clan, would be willing to live in this shabby wine shop to be a proprietress lady." ”

As soon as the words fell, the proprietress of Meng Po's wine shop, whose true identity was actually the ghost clan, was not under the Ten Palaces of Yama, and a purple streamer hovered in front of her eyebrows.

At this time, Ji Qingyun's neck also had ten sharp and awe-inspiring finger swords, which were only half an inch away from his skin.

Ji Qingyun calmly played with the emerald flying sword in his hand, and laughed, "Meng Po, do you want us to be faster than anyone else?"

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