Ji Chengqing was not in a hurry to finish his work, he continued to operate the True Yuan to consolidate the realm, all of which came from Mr. Big's usual subtle teachings.

If you understand it from the perspective of ordinary people, in the past eight years, Mr. Zhongda does not seem to have taught him anything except to teach Ji Chengche a copy of "The Nine Secrets of Datong", but only took two disciples to travel in the mountains and rivers to find victory.

But Ji Chengche knew very well that what Mr. Big taught him and Lin Yin was far more than martial arts, but also had the heart to become a strong man.

Perhaps many people would be surprised by Lin Yin's strategy of using troops, but this was actually a matter of course for Ji Chengqing.

Every time he went to a mountain and river to win a narrow victory, Mr. Big would stop and tell Ji Chengche and Lin Yin about the battles that had happened here, from thousands of years to more than ten years ago, to hundreds of thousands of horses, to thousands and hundreds of encounters.

Sometimes he would quote classics, and those allusions to the art of war would come at his fingertips, which would make people listen to them with relish at the right time, and even add one or two local legends and stories, which taught Ji Chengche and Lin Yin to find it interesting.

For example, in the battle of Green Wolf Ridge, almost no one could have imagined that Lin Yin would choose this place as the location of the decisive battle.

However, who could have known that the three of them had stayed on that snow-capped mountain for more than ten days, traveled to every piece of land in the mountains, and discussed dozens of offensive and defensive tactics with the dragon slaying as an imaginary enemy?

So the battle hasn't been fought yet, and Lin Yin has already made a bamboo in his chest.

This is the charm of Mr. Big, in Ji Cheng's clear mind, he is neither a brilliant and dazzling sun nor a fierce roaring storm, but a drop of nectar and a wisp of fresh wind, which inadvertently nourishes the hearts of the two teenagers, making the seeds buried in their hearts take root and sprout and thrive.

On the forty-ninth day of the merit, Ji Chengche completed his first cultivation after being promoted to the realm of a drop in the ocean.

At this point, his martial arts and spiritual realm have both stepped into the Yuan realm, which has inherent ancestral legacy, but more and more importantly, he still has to rely on his own continuous tempering.

He stood up, looked at the left and right rows of wrestlers, and suddenly felt full of confidence, and once again devoted himself to the wonderful world of heavenly demons without distraction.

Failure, failure, failure!

Failure, failure, failure......

Countless failures, Ji Chengche's mind is firm and unwavering, and there is always only one thought in his heart-

Defeat it, conquer it!

"Boom!" punched out, and the seven lights above his head suddenly went out, and the hall fell into darkness where he couldn't see his fingers.

The twelve wrestlers reappeared before his eyes, bowed in unison, and then slowly faded away and never said goodbye.

Ji Chengche stood in the middle of the hall exhausted, not moving for a long time.

- Finally passed, his heart was neither ecstatic nor proud, calm as water and cold as ice.

This is just a small threshold on the way to the pinnacle of the Great Road, and it is really nothing compared to the things recorded in the "Witch Sage Pen Book", compared to the teachings of Mr. Big.

One day, I will be like the Witch Saint, the Sword Saint, the Dao Saint, Mr. Big, and countless past Saints of the Metaverse, embarking on the ultimate path of the powerhouse of the Saint Realm!

Ji Chengche clenched his fists tightly, turned around and walked out of the Jingyue Pavilion without looking at those ice sculptures again.

Outside the door, the Dragon Boat Festival seemed to have never left, and he respectfully said to Ji Chengqing: "Your Royal Highness, congratulations on leaving the customs." ”

Ji Chengche felt a hint of relief and joy in the eyes of the Dragon Boat Festival, and couldn't help but feel warm in his heart.

"Thank you, Grandpa Dragon Boat Festival. ”

"That's what an old slave should do. The Dragon Boat Festival led Ji Chengche out of the Jingyue Pavilion and said with a smile: "Please Your Highness, please bathe, dine and sleep first, and when you wake up, Your Majesty has something to entrust the old slave to give to you." ”

"What is it?"

The Dragon Boat Festival was very tight, and said: "Your Royal Highness will know when you arrive." ”

Ji Chengqing suppressed his curiosity, took a hot bath comfortably, and had a full meal, and suddenly felt tired and lazy, and slept for two days and two nights.

After waking up, he washed up and drank some hot porridge, and came in with a narrow wooden box in both hands.

Ji Chengche put down the dishes and chopsticks, and handed the wooden box to him in the Dragon Boat Festival and said, "Your Royal Highness, this is a gift from the emperor." She had already decided on this matter seven years ago, but she must wait until you leave the Pure Moon Pavilion before the old slave can hand it over to you. ”

Ji Chengqing caught it with both hands, who knew that the wooden box weighed extremely heavy and was no less than hundreds of catties. It was also thanks to his talent with the heart of the Holy Dragon that he was able to hold it firmly and not fall on the table.

Seeing that Ji Chengche easily caught the wooden box, Dragon Boat Festival said happily: "Maybe Your Highness doesn't know that the time it took for you to comprehend the Twelve Heavenly Demon Transformations is the second in the past dynasties. It was only half a day more than the record of Emperor Zichen 71 years ago. ”

"I've been in the Pure Moon Pavilion for so long?" Ji Chengche was stunned, his impression seemed to be ten days and a half months at most, who would have thought that more than two months had passed.

"At the beginning, the emperor comprehended the Heavenly Demon Transformation Twelve Forms, but it took eighty-one days. ”

"What about my mother, has she ever cultivated?"

"Her Royal Highness the princess naturally has it," Dragon Boat Festival replied: "She used one hundred and twenty-one days, which is not an outstanding achievement." However, her later cultivation speed of the other two Imperial Peerless Sects was getting faster and faster, especially the speed of the 'King's Realm' ranked third in history, second only to Emperor Zichen and Emperor Kunlun. ”

He paused and said, "The second floor of the Jingyue Pavilion is the 'Demon Monarch Emperor Seal', and the third floor is the 'King Realm', and as for the last Emperor Sect, the old slave is not very clear. ”

Ji Chengche was puzzled, "Why didn't my mother finish the last peerless cultivation?"

Dragon Boat Festival was silent for a moment and said: "Because she was married to Ji Tianquan at that time." ”

He doesn't seem to want to say more on this topic, maybe in the eyes of outsiders, this is a marriage that is a good match, and even exchanging the princess of a country for the vitality of the whole family is a very cost-effective thing. But for an old man like the Dragon Boat Festival, it is undoubtedly an indelible shame.

He changed the subject and said, "Your Highness, do you want to enter the second floor to cultivate the Demon Monarch Emperor Seal?"

Ji Chengche thought for a while and said, "My foundation is not stable, so I'll wait and see." ”

When he opened the wooden box, he saw a thick and simple black magic knife lying quietly in the box. The scabbard and hilt of the sword were engraved with simple and simple magic patterns, which seemed to be used to resist the magic attacks of spiritual practitioners.

"This is the Fetal Yuan Divine Knife, which is said to be forged with the origin of the Metaverse, and is listed as one of the six major artifacts of the Metaverse along with the Destiny of Heaven Disk. ”

Dragon Boat Festival introduced the origin of this knife to Ji Chengche, but did not tell him that this knife only belonged to the demon lords of the past dynasties.

Ji Chengche held the hilt of the knife, and felt a wonderful demonic intent hit his heart in an instant, which instantly caused a resonance in the Heavenly Spirit Sea, and the true yuan in his body was surging and his divine sense was majestic, and he suddenly had the urge to draw the knife and slash the universe!

He slowly pulled out half of the Fetal Yuan Divine Knife, the blade was as dark as the night and thick and unpretentious, and only tried to input a wisp of Gang Qi, and the Fetal Yuan Divine Knife suddenly resonated in the sheath, making a breathtaking whistling sound.

"Good knife!" Ji Chengche sincerely admired, if he held this divine knife in his hand that day, why bother to deal with Dayding Mountain?

Dragon Boat Festival said: "It's best not to use this knife lightly, put it in the knife box and store it, so as not to attract peeps." ”

Ji Chengche nodded, of course he understood the truth that the husband was not guilty of his crimes.

Although his own cultivation has entered the Yuan realm, there are many strange people and strange things in the world, and this artifact will inevitably attract the prying eyes of some insatiable people.

Seeing that everything was over, Ji Chengche put the knife box behind him and said, "Grandpa Dragon Boat Festival, I'm leaving." ”

The Dragon Boat Festival said: "The old slave sends His Royal Highness to the young man." ”

Ji Chengche asked: "I will return to the Central Plains, I am afraid that I will not come to the Northern Wilderness for a long time, what should I do with this palace, does my grandmother have an explanation?"

Dragon Boat Festival said with a smile: "Your Royal Highness, you have forgotten that this Beihai Palace Emperor has been given to you." In your absence, the old slave will take care of you. ”

At that moment, Ji Chengche left the Beihai Palace under the send-off of the Dragon Boat Festival, and was teleported to the other end by the magic circle.

Unexpectedly, what was waiting there was a demon night that I hadn't seen for many years.

He nodded to Ji Chengqing and said, "Master Ji, I'm here to bid you farewell." ”

Ji Chengche was stunned and said, "You want to leave the Northern Wilderness?"

Demon Night said: "Back then, I was entrusted by the emperor to protect my son. Now that Ji Gongzi has returned to the Central Plains, my mission will be completed. The Metaverse is boundless, I don't know when we will meet again, and I am here to say goodbye to you. ”

Ji Chengcheng sincerely bowed to the demon night and thanked him: "I've troubled you all these years." ”

A stiff smile appeared on Demon Night's gray face, and he said, "Ji Gongzi is destined to be the supreme of the Metaverse who is about to step into the Holy Realm in the future, and it is also my honor to be able to work with you for eight years." ”

He clenched his fists and unfurled his cloak as he walked away on the snowy ice field.

Ji Cheng's eyes sent the demon night away, and a clear whistle summoned Xuanshuang.

But this time he chose to walk on foot, just as when he first stepped into the ice field, he only let Xuanshuang follow in the air.

To read 10,000 books, you have to travel 10,000 miles.

Every trek is a practice.

Every scenery is a growth.

In this way, Ji Chengche left the Northern Wilderness Ice Plain and headed towards the prosperous Central Plains.

Along the way, one person and one dragon supported each other, and when they arrived at Yunmen Pass, it was the twenty-eighth day of the twenty-third month of Longwu.

He looked at the majestic and precipitous Cloud Gate Pass from afar, and couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion.

After eight years of travel, I have finally returned.

The bustling merchant vendors outside the city gate, as well as the rude shouting and scolding of the officers and soldiers guarding the city, sounded so pleasant and beautiful.

Suddenly, his eyes froze, and he was stunned to see a masked girl in black standing on a small dirt slope next to the city gate.

The girl in black also found Ji Chengqing, and walked slowly towards him in the cold and whistling wind, and the jade voice was as cold as a string of wind chimes blowing: "Master, I finally waited for you." ”