It was very dark in the middle of the moon, and there was a faint smell of blood in the valley.

Ji Chengche woke up and was surprised to see hundreds of unkempt dragon men and women burying the corpses of the ghost cavalry beside the stream in front of him.

Lin Yin sat beside him, but Zhe Yuhang was gone.

The lair in the valley was completely destroyed, except for the old and weak women and children and the captured dragon coolies, all the ghost riders did not miss the net, and all the owls were killed.

Not long after the three hundred blue wolf cavalry evacuated, the night fire soldiers led by Lin Hansi arrived day and night to take over the aftermath.

After more than ten years of plundering and captivity, the Raoshan ghost cavalry has accumulated a staggering wealth, including a large number of sophisticated weapons and equipment, all of which were handed over to Lin Han Temple.

Lin Han Temple was ready to fight to the end, but not only did the ghost rider have already sunk into the sand, but also obtained all kinds of materials piled up like mountains out of thin air, which was really an unexpected joy.

Shang Fanyi was very dissatisfied with this result, the ghost cavalry regiment was destroyed, everyone was dead, and she was so tired that she ran empty. However, she was not idle, and the warriors of the Nightfire Tribe found dozens of devastated and dying dragons in the ghost riding camp in urgent need of healing, and she and Mr. Big were naturally duty-bound.

Mrs. Lin saw that Lin Yin and Ji Chengche were safe and sound, and a hanging heart finally landed, and she repeatedly thanked the Dragon Boat Festival.

After a brief handover between the Dragon Boat Festival and Lin Han Temple, he discussed in a low voice for a while and left alone.

He walked slowly along the stream, and when he had walked three or five miles, he suddenly stopped.

Under a cedar tree in front of him, Mr. Big was standing with his hands in his hands and waiting.

Dragon Boat Festival's eyes narrowed inadvertently, and his gaze fell on Mr. Big like two wisps of needles.

He bowed slightly and said, "There is Mr. Lao Da who is running thousands of miles. ”

Mr. Big bowed his head and said, "I am the master of clarity." ”

Dragon Boat Festival asked: "Mr. Big is waiting here, but is it for the sake of His Royal Highness's change of heart?"

Mr. Big didn't speak, just watched the Dragon Boat Festival quietly.

Dragon Boat replied: "The uncomfortable symptoms that may occur after His Royal Highness changes his heart can only rely on himself now. ”

A flash of anger flashed in Mr. Big's eyes, and he said, "This time it's you and me by his side, what if there is a next time?"

Dragon Boat Festival and Mr. Big looked at each other silently and didn't say a word.

Mr. Big seemed to understand something from his gaze, and the anger in his eyes was even more acute.

"Cheng Che is still just a child, don't beat his idea. Tell the emperor ......" he said word by word: "I, no, Xu!"

Dragon Boat Festival's expression changed slightly, and he nodded and said, "The old man must bring the words." ”

Mr. Big nodded, and his figure slowly rippled and faded like water ripples, and disappeared into the night sky after a moment.

Dragon Boat Festival stared intently at the place where Mr. Big disappeared, standing still for a long time, but his eyes were slowly opening.

Ji Chengche didn't know that Mr. Big and Dragon Boat Festival had such an unpleasant conversation for himself.

He looked around slightly dazedly and asked, "What about Grandpa Dragon Boat Festival, why did so many people die?"

"He had just left, and those people had been killed by the Wolf Rider. Lin Yin replied, not saying anything about the awakening of the Holy Dragon's Heart that caused Ji Chengche to almost lose himself, let alone mentioning that he was almost killed by him.

"Blue wolf riding?" Ji Cheng asked in surprise, trying his best to recall the previous events, but he was puzzled to find that these memories had become vague, and he only vaguely remembered that he seemed to have killed the snow lion, and then Grandpa Dragon Boat Festival came to teach him to regulate his luck and relax his body.

At this moment, hundreds of ice rocks had gathered in his small Qiankun, floating on the black sea, constantly converging and merging to form a small island and reef.

The storm has subsided, and the clouds are floating in the air.

But he couldn't remember exactly how it happened.

"The Blue Wolf Rider is the most elite combat force of the Demon Clan, but it has disappeared for many years. Mr. Big's voice rang out.

"Master!" Ji Chengche looked back happily and saw him and Shang Fanyi walking over together.

"I seem to have broken through the boiling sea refining stone!" After all, it was a child, and when he saw the master, he couldn't help but show off.

Unexpectedly, there was no joy on Mr. Big's face, and he shook his head and said, "Clear, it's too fast." ”

"Huh?" Ji Chengche was stunned for a moment, and looked at Mr. Big in confusion.

"The wood of the hug is born in the end of the millennium; The nine-story platform starts from the earth. You have to learn to build up. ”

Ji Chengche lowered his head thoughtfully as if he understood whether he understood or not, and Mr. Big continued: "The way of heaven is vast and vast, don't miss the scenery along the way because you go too fast." ”

Ji Chengche nodded, and Lin Yin on the side also understood.

"Good boy, good boy...... Teach me how to thank you?" Shang Fanyi waited for Mr. Big's teachings, then took Ji Cheng's clear hand, and stroked the top of his head while taking his pulse, but he was clumsy and didn't know how to express his gratitude.

Ji Chengche not only saved Tang Xueluo, but also returned to Zhao after the wheel of rebellion, this affection is not an exaggeration for the witch sect and even the entire witch clan.

Ji Chengche woke up and said, "Mother-in-law, is the snow all right?"

Shang Fanyi replied: "She has suffered some cold, and now she is resting, and she is fine. ”

She took out a bronze talisman with a thick and simple pattern from her sleeve, handed it to Ji Chengche and said, "Mother-in-law gave you a small gift." ”

Ji Chengche took the bronze talisman and looked at it curiously in his hand: "Mother-in-law, what is this brand for?"

"This is a witch king's order, with it, you can command 100,000 witches, and you can't kill them!"

"What?" Ji Cheng's round eyes widened in surprise, "Mother-in-law, you're not coaxing me, are you?"

Lin Yin, who had been silent, suddenly spoke: "Sure enough, it's a child." ”

"What do you mean?" As soon as Lin Yin spoke, Ji Chengche immediately became alert.

Lin Yin said lightly: "Because only children like adults to coax." ”

"You're jealous. ”

"Jealous of a fool?"

"Wrong, it's supposed to be a fool to be jealous. ”

......

Due to the large amount of baggage that needed to be transported, and the large number of rescued dragons accompanying them, the group was divided into two groups. Ji Chengche and Lin Yin followed Mr. Big, Shang Fanyi, Lady Lin and others first, and Lin Hansi and the Four Heroes of Night Fire were responsible for protecting the baggage and the clansmen.

The group returned to Yehuo Village, and Tang Xueluo, who had just lost her fever, happily ran out to greet Ji Chengche and Lin Yin.

But when she saw these two people, she didn't say a word, but cried first with a "wow".

Ji Chengche patted Tang Xueluo's trembling vest and said with a smile: "Xueluo, I knew that you would definitely do it." ”

Hearing this, Tang Xueluo cried even more.

Lin Yin didn't say anything on the side, and seemed more and more silent.

After a few more days, Lin Hansi led a large group of people to return safely, and in the evening the Night Fire Tribe held a grand party. Dragon men and women sang and danced, the bonfire was blazing, wine and meat were fragrant, and there was a joyful atmosphere everywhere.

Lin Yin didn't know how to drink, so he took out a dragon flute and blew it.

He played a dragon folk song, although the blowing skills are still a little jerky, but the flute sound is vast and far-reaching, and the charm is endless.

The dragon musicians on the side plucked the strings and beat the leather drum to accompaniment him.

It was the first time Ji Chengche had heard Lin Yin play a tune on the dragon flute, although he didn't know what he was blowing, but he was also impressed by this guy and admired him a little more.

Suddenly, a colorful cloud floated before his eyes.

Tang Xueluo's bright eyes and bright teeth were dressed in dragon costumes, and she flew into the arena like a lark, and danced the witch clan spirit dance happily around Lin Yin's side.

Her dancing posture is light and agile, her soft and boneless waist is like a willow swaying, and the silver bells on Hao's wrist jingle to make a crisp and pleasant sound, like a fairy dancing.

The light of the bonfire reflected on her little red face, shining with a beautiful soft light, and the starry eyes were smiling at the corners of her lips, as if she was also singing and dancing.

Suddenly, people's eyes seem to see the flowers blooming in the spring returning to the earth, the white clouds in the mountains are bursting with cistanche, and the singing voice of the girl by the stream is ethereal, and everywhere is full of vitality and greenery.

The desolation of the Northern Wilderness and the grace of Chu were flawlessly integrated, and people applauded and stepped on the beat, applauding enthusiastically.

The girls of the dragon clan competed to get up, and flew to Tang Xueluo's side like colorful butterflies to dance for her.

Tang Xueluo forgot her shyness at the beginning, and completely integrated into the ethereal world of dance, and performed a witch spirit dance vividly in the stars of the dragon girls.

When she looked back and saw Ji Cheng's eyes shining and stunned, she suddenly came to him and stretched out her hand and said, "Brother Chengqing, dance with me!"

Ji Chengqing waved his hands and said, "No, no, I can't dance." ”

Tang Xueluo took Ji Cheng's clear hand and said reluctantly: "I teach you, what are you afraid of, it's very easy." ”

The two returned to the arena together, Tang Xueluo held Ji Chengqing's hand, and under her bright smile, Ji Chengqing finally danced a little dullly.

The sound of the dragon flute is far away, and the spirit dance is dancing on the bonfire and reflecting the snow - many years later, when Ji Chengche set foot on the Northern Wilderness Ice Plain again, the first picture that came to mind was the night fire dancing tonight.

Under the starry sky, Lin Yin played the flute, and he danced clumsily with Tang Xueluo, which was the most beautiful memory in his life.

The dinner party dispersed, but Ji Chengche was sleepless, and pulled Lin Yin and Tang Xueluo to the top of the snow together, ready to sit cross-legged and meditate and comprehend witch spells.

These days he has developed a great interest in witchcraft. Originally, for an eight-year-old child, no matter how intelligent his talent was, it was difficult for him to truly read the vast 100,000 witch books, let alone easily comprehend and master some obscure and mysterious witch spells.

However, God gave Ji Cheng a great opportunity, that is, he was accompanied by a strong martial arts master. After the battle of ghost riding, Shang Fanyi's good impression of Ji Chengche doubled, and he couldn't wait to dig out his heart and lungs, and even gave away the witch king talisman that he regarded as a treasure without hesitation.

But if Ji Chengqing has anything that she doesn't know how to ask for advice, she will know everything and say everything, and she will spare no effort to teach carefully.

Thanks to the guidance of the two Wu Clan Grandmasters, Ji Cheng's Witch Dao cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and many difficult obstacles that have plagued him have been solved, and he has learned the "Wind Spirit Spell" in just a few days.

He climbed to the top of the snow, overlooking the night fire village at his feet, the bonfire was lit and the stars in the sky reflected each other, the night breeze came slowly to the bright moon in the sky, and he couldn't help but open his arms and point to the sky, and shouted in a forgetful voice: "Heaven and earth are proof, I, Ji Chengqing, want to become the king of the Metaverse!"

Lin Yin looked at Ji Chengqing's back with his hands raised behind him, and said to Tang Xue lightly: "Do you know, in ten years, I will have a good fight with this arrogant boy—so that I can teach him to know that I, Lin Yin, am the one who is destined to become the number one sword saint in history." ”

Tang Xueluo's little face was blown red by the wind, and she nodded desperately: "Brother Lin Yin, I believe in you, Brother Chengqing, I also believe in you......"