It was night, under the illumination of a crescent moon, Zhou Botong had already fallen into the courtyard, and at this time he still had a wine jug in his hand that had been overturned, among which the wine that exuded a strong aroma of wine continued to flow out and spread on the ground. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhao Zhijing, who was on his side, was still wearing a white robe without a trace of abnormality, as if he was drinking with Zhou Botong and was not affected in the slightest. In the night, he drank the wine in his cup in one gulp, and muttered to himself: "It's shameful to waste!" Then with a smile on his face, he stretched out his hand and pushed Zhou Botong, who was already unknown at this time, seeing that he didn't have a trace of reaction, he said slowly with a smile: "Uncle Shi can't help it, I am also for your good, maybe in the future you will thank me for what I did today." ”

After that, Zhao Zhijing's face showed a strange smile, and then he clapped his hands lightly, and saw two black figures walking out of the corner, helping Zhou Botong, who was already asleep at this time, into the brightly lit hut at this time.

Immediately, Zhao Zhijing walked out of the small courtyard briskly in the night, looking for his gaze, there were two figures standing not far away, a long sword with a sheath in his hand, and a robe still shining with its fiery red color in the night at this time, this person was Li Mochou. Another person, one end of the hair is already gray, but the eyes are still bright, not only does the linen clothes not make him look down, but there is also a different kind of temperament from it, this person is Aunt Ying.

Seeing Zhao Zhijing's figure and the smile on his face, Li Mochou walked quickly to Zhao Zhijing's side, hugged Zhao Zhijing's arm with one hand, and his thoughts fell on Zhao Zhijing's body. Zhao Zhijing, who nodded slightly at Li Mochou, turned his head to look at Aunt Ying and said slowly: "Senior, my Uncle Zhou is in this small courtyard, and he has slept peacefully at this time. This small courtyard can be regarded as a gift from my junior! I hope that the seniors will not dislike it. ”

Looking at Aunt Ying, who was happy at this time, Zhao Zhijing smiled slightly in the night, and took Li Mochou on the way to leave. Aunt Ying, who didn't come to thank her, looked at Zhao Zhijing's departing figure, and the smile on her face became even thicker, until she couldn't see Zhao Zhijing's two figures, she turned around and walked quickly into the small courtyard.

Zhao Zhijing and Li Mochou in the night were both walking quietly, like ordinary people, without using a trace of light movement or internal force, only a touch of warmth permeated their hearts.

But Zhao Zhijing is still Zhao Zhijing, a strange smile appeared on his face when he was young, and Zhao Zhijing, who was smiling, said: "Mo Chou, you said that Uncle Zhou woke up and saw Aunt Ying's senior, what kind of expression it must be very interesting!" Li Mochou, who was holding his hand and walking together, smiled and said: "I don't know what will happen to him, but Senior Zhou has a junior like Brother Zhijing, I don't know if it's his misfortune." ”

Li Mochou, who had fallen into the voice, let go of Zhao Zhijing's palm, and ran forward in laughter, laughing all the way, looking at the fiery red shadow, Zhao Zhijing smiled slightly, and quickly chased after him, which may be a precious relaxation before his next battle.

Time flies, everything has happened unconsciously, since Zhao Zhijing returned from Peach Blossom Island has been more than a year, this year Zhao Zhijing has not stepped out of the top half a step of light, this year is extremely fulfilling for Zhao Zhijing, every day of the morning sun practice, the bright moon at night to wash the body. Naturally, it is indispensable to deal with the affairs of Mingjiao and the indispensable rest to feel the beauty of Kunlun Mountain.

This year, the development of many things fell in Zhao Zhijing's eyes without a trace, and the spies of Mingjiao quickly sent the major events in the world that he was concerned about in front of him.

This year, Temujin was already the overlord of the desert steppe, and no tribe could compete with it, but this was only the surface, and only a few people knew what was hidden in the shadows.

In the past year, the originally strong Jin Kingdom has weakened a little, and a kind of waning breath has been unconsciously emanated. Yang Kang is still the little prince of the Jin Kingdom, but the weakness of the Jin Kingdom has not affected him in any way, he is still the son of Wanyan Honglie, and he still has a lot of rights.

There was no war in this year, and the peaceful Southern Song Dynasty was not harassed by the powerful Jin State in its eyes, so it was naturally happy to present the annual coins of each year to thank it for its gifts in the past year. And the emperor sitting on the dragon chair was still immersed in his own world, without a trace of awakening, and even most of the Bai surnames were still addicted to prosperity and did not feel the approaching danger.

This year, the Shenhou Mansion in Lin'an City is more famous, obviously there is a trend of replacing the six doors, the world's top Zhuge Zheng's cultivation has also made a lot of progress, and the four people under his door are naturally exceptional, and the prestige of the four famous catches is also widely spread in the rivers and lakes.

Zhongnan Mountain Quanzhen Sect is still the well-known number one sect in the sky, the name of the Seven Sons of Quanzhen is still so loud, these seven long swords, the beauty is maintaining the reputation of the Quanzhen Sect all the time, and there is no room for slackness.

In addition to the Quanzhen Sect, Zhongnan Mountain naturally also has the tomb of the living dead, and the original four people are still four people today, but they are not the original four people. The fiery red shadow of the past has left here. The little little dragon girl has also grown up a lot at this time, the closed stone door at this time was opened, and two figures, one big and one small, walked out of it, the big one was the little dragon girl in the past, and the younger one was only two or three years old, and a pair of bright eyes looked at everything in front of him curiously.

On this day, Kunlun Mountain, a world-famous mountain and river, is the birthplace of the world's dragon veins. The high peaks, the pure white ice crystals reflected the rays of light in the morning sun, like open flowers.

Standing on the top of the mountain, there are already wisps of crystal ice crystals on the emerald green pine needles, swaying with wisps of light, and the breeze rustles.

A familiar figure sat in the middle of the tree, the thin white robe did not have a trace of thermal insulation function on the top of this cold mountain, but this person still had a ruddy complexion, as if he could not feel the cold at this time, and there was a simple long sword with a sheath erected beside him, this person was Zhao Zhijing, an extraordinary Zhao Zhijing.

At this time, Zhao Zhijing was like an old monk, his face was ruddy, and only a small breathing sound came out, as if he was sleeping. But his body is not like this, the pure true qi shuttles through the meridians, and after a complicated Great Zhou Tian, he returns to the dantian, and this pure true qi seems to have condensed a little.

At this moment, a round of red sun had risen from the east, and Zhao Zhijing, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened, and the door of the ancestral knot in the heart of his eyebrows was even clearer, and there was already a tiny gap open, and the wisps of breath flowed. Zhao Zhijing, who stood up suddenly, roared like a dragon's groan, resounding between the vast heaven and earth. The Purple Emperor Sword beside him did not show weakness, and a sword roar suddenly came out.

Those many Ming Sect disciples who were located in the top of the light clearly heard Zhao Zhijing's long howl at this time, and the birds in the mountains stopped chirping at this moment, and even the rare beasts were not roaring, as if they were greeting the king. (To be continued.) )