Listening to the snoring of the young man named Zang Xingjie falling to the ground, Ji Lingsheng couldn't help but have a headache, beckoned, and the black wind who was eating grass leisurely not far away snorted, walked to the swordsman and picked up the jade wine jug, put it in Ji Lingsheng's hand, and licked the mouth of the bottle greedily, and snorted several times before the strength of the wine was extinguished.

The black wind monster screamed and ran away, nibbling on two mouthfuls of grass to clear its mouth.

Ji Lingsheng didn't mind being licked by Hei Feng's big tongue, the wine jug was put to the red and swollen mouth and drank half a mouthful, the pain at the corner of his mouth was immediately covered by the spicy wine, and his whole body was a little more comfortable.

From taking over the reins of Heifeng in the hands of the old man when he was a child, to raising the reins later, and then to relying on each other now, Heifeng seems to have followed him for some years. Among the few advantages of Black Wind, there is one thing that may be different from other horses, after all, Ji Ling has grown so big, except for the horse in front of him, he has never seen other horses that can use blades of grass to clean his teeth.

Every time he saw this guy shaking his head with a mouthful of big white teeth biting a sharp piece of grass, Ji Lingsheng would take it off guard with a bad taste, and at this time, Hei Feng would hold the grass roots, run away and run away, just like being a thief.

The moon and stars are sparse overhead, and there is no wind or rain, which is a quiet and beautiful night. Ji Lingsheng was busy for a while, setting up a bonfire, if he was alone, he could meditate all night, and he could make do until dawn by leaning on the branches, but Hei Feng was a timid rat who couldn't sleep well without lights, and if he didn't raise the fire, he would probably have to listen to it cry like a ghost all night.

There is no need to be so troublesome, Ji Lingsheng grabbed a few wild pheasants with his bare hands, and roasted them with the flames generated by the aura, Hei Feng had already laid an ambush on the side, his eyes stared at the wild pheasant meat that was sneering at the oil and water, Ji Lingsheng didn't have to guess that there would be a scene of snatching the meat and running away, it seemed that the old chicken butt made the little black who was picky about the taste dissatisfied.

Ji Lingsheng took a dagger and cut half of the cooked meat and threw it to Hei Feng, who was impatient, and scolded with a smile, "Virtue! The movement of Hei Feng's mouth full of pieces of meat stopped, and his blank eyes pretended to be innocent, as if he was temporarily frightened.

A wail sounded faintly, and the black-clothed swordsman rubbed his head and sat opposite Ji Lingsheng, glaring: "His grandmother's, this wine is too domineering, I wanted to show my mass, but I miscalculated." Ji Lingsheng was silent, glanced at the long sword that the swordsman placed on his lap, and continued to bite his greasy hand.

The long sword is about three feet long, four or five inches long, and three fingers wide, which is a few points larger than the Xiumei sword that Ji Lingsheng has seen, and it looks simple and atmospheric, which means inconspicuous. The black-clothed swordsman had his right hand exposed, but his left hand was covered with strips of cloth, and his hair was tied in a bunch at random, in a fluffy ponytail.

The swordsman was not polite, and took the wooden stick with half a wild pheasant in one hand, and tore it with a big mouth. The swordsman who reported his name asked vaguely while eating meat, "What's your name?" Ji Lingsheng glanced at him and said coldly: "Ji Lingsheng." The swordsman Zang Xingjie didn't ask He Ji He Ling's boring question, swallowed a piece of meat and asked indistinctly, "Ji Changfeng's grandson?"

Ji Lingsheng was vigilant in his heart, his hands kept moving, and he didn't bother to pretend to be garlic, and asked casually: "How do you know?", the swordsman put down the wild pheasant meat, licked his lips and smiled: "Since you didn't fool me with the reason for the same name and surname, I won't be sloppy with you, and now that all the cities in Siyue have posted wanted notices, it's hard for me to just want to know." ”

Ji Lingsheng, who began to chew slowly, lowered his eyebrows and pondered, when he entered and exited the palace as if no one was in and out of the palace to attack and kill Yue Yunyou, he knew that it was Yue Zhi'an's hands and feet, and all the sons and brothers of Siyue were the most difficult to understand when Yue Xiaowangye, Ji Lingsheng only knew that he smiled fakely and did things fakely. If Yue Zhi'an is a descendant of the royal family, and Yue Ziming is a man, Ji Lingsheng feels that the future battle for the throne is not enough to describe the exhaustive and wonderful activities, one is the son of Wen Yu who is good at making people and strategizing, and the other is a ruthless woman who is not inferior to a man in intelligence and courage, but now it seems that Yue Zhian has the upper hand, and Yue Ziming is still a hidden dragon in the abyss, without showing her tail.

Yue Zhi'an's call to pursue Ji Lingsheng is just to blame the destruction of the royal family on the disloyalty and injustice of the Ji family, Ji Lingsheng doesn't want to care about this, King De's father and son are also members of the Yue family, but in the final analysis, they are not enemies, in this case, Ji Lingsheng is too lazy to entangle with Yue Mingde's father and son.

Thinking of this, Ji Lingsheng silently took a sip of wine, and asked after a deep sigh: "Your accent is not like that of Siyue, then you should know how to go north to the border of Siyue, and change the path of wine and meat, you and I will not suffer." The swordsman with a rare surname threw away the leftover skeleton in his hand and shouted: "Then pay you back?", Ji Lingsheng's expression was cold, Zang Xingjie immediately shrank his hand, and said with a big grin: "You look like a family that likes to calculate, and you have to worry about eating your piece of meat." Forget it, it's not a big deal to show you the way, but I'm just going to say that I'm not going to show you the way. ”

Ji Lingsheng nodded lightly and said, "That's nature, it's best if you draw me a map." ”

The swordsman waved his hand, pointed to the distance and said, "I don't need it, my hands are thick, I can't draw." The road here is easy to recognize, you can almost go out of Siyue when you go over the snow-capped mountain, you can also go around the other road, but there is a border city at the bottom of the mountain, and your portrait is pasted on the city gate, which is worth 100,000 taels. ”

One hundred thousand taels, isn't this the number that made Yue Yun angry back then? Ji Lingsheng touched his neck, his head was still very expensive, he shook his head, Ji Lingsheng said loudly: "It seems that one hundred thousand taels is not worth your sword." The swordsman who has always behaved roughly, seems to be quite principled at this point, and shook his head and said: "Those who practice swords, cultivate supreme swordsmanship, and if they use a sword for fame and fortune, they will break the heart of the sword." Alas, it's a pity that it's 100,000 taels, or I have to look for you desperately. ”

The black-clothed swordsman and others always seemed to be a little less guarded, and he spoke bluntly to Ji Lingsheng, Ji Lingsheng smiled silently, it seemed that he hadn't met someone who spoke so upright for a long time, and when he got along with Yue Ziming, he could only keep a straight face, but now he was much more relaxed.

Seeing the swordsman stretching out his hand, Ji Lingsheng drank the wine quietly, Zang Xingjie took an empty pot, and said dissatisfiedly: "Little family, your mother-in-law can't brew it for you?", Ji Lingsheng thought of the cheek that would not get tired of seeing it hundreds of times, and an imperceptible smile appeared on her face, how is she now? Is she walking in the forest again? Have you ever stroked the piano and drunk fish? Are you laughing softly again?

Mo Qingge, Ji Lingsheng, who used all his aura to capture the sound of the wind, naturally heard it clearly.

Zang Xingji, the swordsman with a twisted name has not said a word of lie, this is what Ji Lingsheng has decided. There are hundreds of people, all kinds of people, not to mention the big dye vat of Siyue Imperial City, which has been exposed to it for many years, Ji Lingsheng naturally has some ability to recognize people and speak.

Looking at the appearance of the black-clothed swordsman with a grinning tooth between the flesh, it was difficult for Ji Lingsheng to coincide this person with the look of the imaginary swordsman, I used to hear the wine shop on the rivers and lakes of the man blowing wildly, but now I met a certain hero, stepping on the clear wave of water, and the appearance of a three-foot sword hanging from the waist is so majestic, which led to Ji Lingsheng once thought that the people who used the sword were the chic appearance of the green snake tied to their hands, but now I have seen this swordsman surnamed Zang, but I have a new understanding.

"You want to go south?", Ji Lingsheng wiped the grease stains from his mouth and asked, when they came, the two of them were going in opposite directions, Ji Lingsheng went straight to the north, the swordsman naturally wanted to go south, Zang Xingwei also understood, nodded and said: "I heard that there seems to be some movement in the forest of Xishan, I will come and take a look, I have a long experience, maybe I can find a place to temper my sword intent by the way." ”

Ji Lingsheng didn't think much about it, just thought that the withered monks who lived in seclusion in the mountains were making moths again, although this mountain forest is vast and sparsely populated, but there may not be many birds, they are all penances that can't stand the disturbances of the mortal world, hide in the mountains, and don't go out of the mountains if they don't break the barrier.

Thinking of something, Ji Lingsheng fiddled with the bonfire and spoke, "If I'm not mistaken, your cultivation is only in the Zodiac Realm, and you haven't even reached the threshold of the Xuan Palace." Then how did you block my sword? Don't those who practice swords need to be supported by cultivation? Sword practice and cultivation are also the same way in the final analysis, why can you fight my Xuangong with the zodiac?"

The swordsman had a hint of smugness on his face, and laughed loudly: "That's the way of the mediocre man's sword. My sword, only cultivating sword moves, having a sword heart is enough to cut off the demons and imprisonment, I have a five-fold sword intent, and the two major achievements can kill the realm, and when I get to the triple slashing Tianxuan monk, it is like chopping vegetables, as for the four-fold and five-fold, I haven't thought about it, it should be possible to kill all the gods and demons of the heavens. ”

After speaking, Zang Xingyu nodded very seriously, as if to confirm that his statement was correct, Ji Lingsheng's expression was flat, and he was not surprised by the black-clothed swordsman's breath that broke the sky, and lowered his head to pin the small green jade pot back to his waist, and a herring fish on the pot came to life.

Maybe Ji Lingsheng was too calm, Zang Xingwei felt as if he had been ignored, and said unconvinced: "You kid don't believe it, sitting in front of you is the sword immortal who will shock the world in the future, uncle will give you a chance now, come up and stammer." Ji Lingsheng glanced at him, nodded with an unchanged expression, and said, "I believe it." The swordsman Zang Xingjie seemed to be holding his breath in his chest, unable to spit out, and said helplessly: "You kid has no vision, I don't have the same knowledge as you!"

The swordsman casually glanced at the sickle on the ground and the sturdy black horse grinning at him in the distance, wiped the oil stain on the bluestone under him, and asked Ji Lingsheng: "If you want to escape from Siyue, don't you have to go to Dahua in the west, what are you going to do in the north where birds don't?"

Ji Lingsheng didn't hide it, and said straightforwardly: "I'm going to Donglian." ”

The swordsman with the white cloth wrapped in his hands glared at him, and said in shock: "You want to leave the southern land? That's a wasteland of tens of thousands of miles, isn't it over if you can't find the way?" Take a step back and say, even if you find the way, then you have to walk for a few years, you are not a monk in the secret realm, you can't fly over." Ji Lingsheng's expression remained unchanged, and the swordsman rubbed his hands together and muttered in a low voice, "The realm can't fly over!"

After carefully looking at Ji Lingsheng's face, the swordsman took the words of advice back into his stomach and smiled far-fetchedly, "It seems that you belong to the ox, I won't persuade you, when you go north, be careful of a sect called Immortal Sect, and don't enter the fog area!"

Ji Lingsheng nodded, he always felt that he had heard the word Immortal Sect somewhere, but he didn't remember it for the time being, his memory has never been very good, and Bai Yue used to help him remember, but now, if you remember, just remember, if you don't remember, forget it.

While pondering, the swordsman who likes to carry a sword and doesn't like to hang three feet on his waist asked unkindly: "I've given you advice, do you have to say a few words, or brother, I will go south to the West Mountain and suffer a loss, what can I do?"

Ji Lingsheng smiled, and simply said that there was no follow-up after paying attention to the woman in purple.