Ji Xiaoduo made a decision to leave, and of course Mo Li had no opinion.

He just wants to be with Ji Xiaoduo, it doesn't matter where he is.

It is good to watch the fireworks in the world in the downtown area, or to cultivate quietly in the mountains.

Ji Xiaoduo explained it to Lu Erniang, and the regulations for military training were also written, and they were given to Zhao Mingxuan together with the political opinions that had been sorted out before. Mr. Spiegel also left a copy there, and the library of the Hope School also kept the bottom.

But Zhao Mingxuan flipped it over and put it aside, snorting, "Isn't it just saying that it is equal?

Ji Xiaoduo looked down on his yin and yang weirdness, but still explained: "It's because we have a powerful opponent who may want to seek revenge, and I don't want to implicate too many people." If I'm lucky enough not to die, of course I'll be back. ”

Zhao Mingxuan frowned, "What enemy?"

"On the ascetic path. Ji Xiaoduo didn't elaborate, but said, "Knowing too much is not good for you." ”

Of course, Zhao Mingxuan is also aware of this.

He had already asked Qiu Yangzi that he himself did not have the qualifications to cultivate the truth, and now he said that he had a dragon vein to protect his body, but if he really encountered that kind of unreasonable monk, he was helpless. Didn't you watch Luo Jiayu fly away last time?

In the fight between the monks, he could not intervene.

But to say that he would do nothing like this, he felt a little unwilling, and after thinking about it, he still asked: "Is there a shortage of people?

What he said was the team of people who were transferred to guard Ji Xiaoduo on the ship before, all of whom were elite in the army.

Ji Xiaoduo is worried about how to retrain the gunners, and now there are ready-made people available, of course, it is the best.

She didn't refuse, and nodded: "Okay." After a pause, he added, "I still have to explain to them first, there is a high chance that I will be sent to death, and if you have concerns, don't go, so as not to cause trouble for me when you get it." For those who went, the Ji family paid for them to support their families. If they can come back alive, I will give them another creation. ”

Today's Ji Niangniang has the confidence to make such a promise.

In the end, there were only a dozen people who volunteered to go with Ji Xiaoduo, and Ji Xiaoduo picked ten of them.

Zhao Mingxuan was a little unhappy.

The soldiers he brought out, it has only been a few years of peace, and he is so afraid of death?

Ji Xiaoduo can understand that the era of war is of course not comparable to the era of peace, and fighting a war is not the same thing as giving life to other people's personal grudges.

Moreover, she felt that ten people were enough.

The most important thing in dealing with Xiang'an with firearms is to seize the opportunity.

If the first ten shots failed to kill Xiang'an, he would not have given them another chance to fire the eleventh shot.

Ji Xiaoduo arranged the affairs in the capital properly, and He Moli took the ten gunmen and left directly.

The gunmen were terrified, but awe-inspiring. Some people even began to pray to "Ji Niangniang" on the spot.

Ji Niangniang herself: ......

Okay.

At this point, it's good to have a little more willingness.

The place of seclusion is strange.

Deep in the mountains and old forests, deserted and uninhabited. They built a few wooden houses themselves.

Ji Xiaoduo even joked that it seemed to go back to a few years ago.

But this time they didn't have much time to grow vegetables and chickens.

Mo Li cultivates honestly every day, while Ji Xiaoduo is busy refining explosives and researching weapons.

She originally had some shotguns that were quite powerful, but they were all powered by spiritual power, and ordinary people couldn't use them.

Mo Li asked, if you want to find some monks or monsters to drive.

Ji Xiaoduo thought about it, but still insisted on using mortals.

Ordinary monks, even if they reach the Yuan Infant, are not enough in front of the true immortals.

On the contrary, a mortal without spiritual power, in the eyes of the immortals, is no different from a mountain rock or an ant, and he doesn't care at all, so he can be taken by surprise.

So it's still necessary to work on weapons.

Fortunately, after Mo Li awakened, many of the heavenly and earthly treasures that were left in the Huoyun Temple could also be used at any time, coupled with his natal true fire, Ji Xiaoduo's research and development was quite smooth.

This kind of life didn't last long, and Xiang'an really found it.

But......

The magic circle explosives prepared by Ji Xiaoduo were all useless.

- When Xiang'an came, lightning flashed and thundered, and heavy rain poured.

It's like a typhoon passing through.

The whole mountain is torrenting.

Not to mention all the explosives planted, ordinary people can't even open their eyes in such a wind and rain, let alone any sniping.

And Xiang'an was still dressed in a purple robe, holding such the might of heaven and earth, standing on top of a dark cloud, looking at Mo Li condescendingly.

"You and I belong to the same fire industry, do you think this gentleman will not prevent you from using firearms?"

Ji Xiaoduo: ......

Grass Mud Horse!!

Ji Xiaoduo jumped up in shock, and subconsciously reached out to touch his neck.

Yes, it was she who was beheaded this time.

But......

The neck is good, complete, and she's still alive.

She's alive?

Ji Xiaoduo was wondering, and his head was smashed.

Then there was a burst of snickering around them.

She blinked, looking around.

She's in a classroom...... Wait, classroom??

The square and neat desk, the teenagers and girls in blue and white school uniforms, the bright glass windows, the ceiling fans whirring and turning on the ceiling, the blackboard, the lectern, the teacher who glared at her angrily and was about to throw her another chalk head.

Huh?

Seeing her bewildered face, the teacher laughed angrily, "What's the matter? Are you sleeping? What are you dreaming about? Stand at the back of me and wake up!"

Ji Xiaoduo could only respond, and walked to the back corner of the classroom and stood in the back corner of the classroom with the sympathetic or schadenfreude eyes of the classmates.

The teacher stopped paying attention to her and continued to lecture.

Ji Xiaoduo listened to a few words, and then looked at the board book on the blackboard, well, high school physics.

She looked at the students sitting in the classroom and recognized a few more faintly familiar faces.

It was indeed her high school classmate.

She went back to her high school?

Ji Xiaoduo realized that something was wrong.

The first time Xiang'an went to Jifu to kill, it is reasonable to say that she thinks about it day and night.

The second time Xiang'an called for wind and rain to kill everything, which can be regarded as a reasonable development.

But why did she go back to high school?

Is this also a dream?

She has a strong sense now, the events of her previous life are vivid, and the events after the crossing are also clear, do you have such a dream?

Where does it start to dream?

Or is she just dreaming now?

"Shengyan. ”

Ji Xiaoduo pronounced the name.

Sheng Yan cares so much about Mo Li, he wants to get married, how could she not stop it? And in their battle with Xiang'an, Sheng Yan is also completely absent, which is a problem in itself.

It's just that she has too many things, and she is worried about Mo Li, and she is full of a sense of crisis because Xiang'an is coming, so she didn't notice it.

But......

Ji Xiaoduo carefully sensed the current environment.

Even if she noticed it and found a flaw, it seemed that there was no way to crack it.

Here, this classroom, these people, no matter how she looks at it, can't be more real. There is no trace of a fantasy at all.

Ji Xiaoduo couldn't help grinning lightly, the way she asked Zhao Mingxuan to play The Sims was actually a reference to the memory illusion of the Fire Cloud Temple.

Now the original author has given her a more advanced one.

Unhappy?

Not surprised?