Recently, there have been a few light rains in Xishan, and the weather is fresh, but Yue Ziming's mood is the opposite, last night, she dragged back to the village with an injury. Last night, she went to the Blood Spirit Pool again with a tentative idea, but as soon as she entered the outer circle of the mangrove forest, she was punched down to the foot of the mountain by the awakened Iron Man of the Defending Formation, and what was even more terrifying was that after Ji Lingsheng took the water of the Half-Blood Spirit Pool, the Iron Man whose physical strength was beyond the realm no longer guarded the Formation Eye, but walked around the Ghost Mountain at will.

After this battle, Yue Ziming was dead to the pond water, so he gave an order to his two hundred bandits to speed up the collection of beast pills. The teaspoon slowly turned in the small cup, Yue Ziming stared at the table with a gloomy expression, and there were two pieces of broken jade lying quietly on the table, one was shattered by Ji Lingsheng's release of the double sword, and the other was destroyed ten hours ago.

Siyue's previous generation of national teachers was a mountain Taoist who was proficient in talisman danqing, and he was very accomplished in drawing talisman arrays, but unfortunately he was a dead brain, and he plunged into the talisman and then failed to climb out, and died of exhaustion at the age of thirty, but he had left seven yellow talismans and four pieces of hook jade, which were collected in the treasury.

The seven charms have the effect of asking the gods to send fire and rain, and they are used in the chaotic wars of the countries, and the remaining more precious Magatayu is expected to fall into the hands of Yue Mingxiu, who ascended the throne bizarrely, and a few years ago, he also gave a piece to the young Ji Lingsheng to protect himself, which is regarded as a reward for Ji Changfeng's military exploits, but was thrown into the moat by the stubborn Ji Lingsheng as a rag.

When Yue Ziming escaped from the imperial city, he also quietly stole the remaining three pieces of magata, this kind of life-saving artifact that can block a blow from the realm is now only one of the three, Yue Ziming is not distressed, but his annoyance has not been rewarded accordingly.

Waving his sleeves to remove the pieces of magata, Yue Ziming's brows furrowed, and suddenly a mouthful of jet-black blood sprayed into the teacup, the tea immediately turned from green to red, and wiped away the blood stains expressionlessly, Yue Ziming remembered Ji Lingsheng's cold face after he fell into the demon, and his snort was slightly thicker, "I suffered a big loss, and you can't get any benefits!"

If she knew that now that Ji Lingsheng had temporarily retired and had arrived at the Xuangong Palace, maybe this arrogant and conceited Princess Siyue would cry once in a rare way. When Ji Lingsheng was bored, he secretly compared, thinking that the most difficult thing in the world to see was the frown of the woman in white and the bitter face of Yue Ziming, the former was something he hadn't noticed, and the latter even he thought it was wishful thinking.

Pouring out the blood black tea in the cup, Yue Ziming rolled his eyebrows, glanced downstairs coldly, there was no sound around, and there were no suspicious characters, only a corner of the black clothes was not hidden, Yue Ziming didn't make a sound, and turned around and went downstairs.

Downstairs, opposite the cottage fairy's residence, a black-clothed young man quietly probed from behind the doorpost, and only after seeing that the beauty disappeared did he dare to put down his courage and come out to breathe, patted his chest, Wang Chong's forehead was sweating intensively, and he didn't know whether he was shy or trembling, and the young man's mind could also be described as chaotic.

This kind of ignorant teenager's thoughts about women are not complicated, they do not deliberately pursue love, their dirty thoughts have not yet grown, their minds are relatively simple, and their appearance can account for sixty percent, if the impression is not bad, it is enough to secretly like it for a while.

Yue Ziming has always been a lonely and arrogant narcissus, belonging to the mortal fairy who can only be watched from afar, Wang Chong doesn't have too many distractions, looking at the peerless elegance of the fairy from a distance is a blessing, maybe he won't look away when he marries a daughter-in-law in the future. In fact, as far as Wang Chong's "boldness" is concerned, even if Yue Ziming asks him to come forward, he is afraid that he will not dare to bear it.

This is a huge bandit nest, and there are really few people who are not afraid of this cold-faced fairy, but it is really that this girl is ruthless, and the means are too terrifying.

The young man walked back to his hut melancholy, he couldn't even raise the interest of arguing with people on weekdays, and hastily ate the breakfast and lunch that he couldn't distinguish clearly, Wang Chong carried a rough wooden bow and an arrow without an arrow to find Majin, the weather was sunny and windless, it was a good day to love to shoot.

Ma Jin is washing the clothes that he has worn for half a year in the small courtyard shirtless, and the village has been rich recently, and new clothes have been added, but this lean man who is no more than seven feet tall is still washing old clothes as always, and all the rough men in the village think that this usually smug young man is all the way to them, only Wang Chong knows, compared to the two hundred or so people in the mountains, Brother Ma is just kind enough to chat and fart with these fools.

The boy really thinks that Big Brother Ma can be worthy of a fairy, maybe only he thinks it.

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Thousands of miles away in the north, the days of Mo Qingge, a woman in white, have returned to monotony, she doesn't hate loneliness, it's just business as usual. Walking in the shade of the trees, the woman in white couldn't help but glance back, without the figure of the person and the gentle smile.

It seems that for the first time in her life, she feels that strange emotions fill her heart, and when the breeze blows, she frowns again for the first time, Ji Lingsheng doesn't have the courage to ask her if she wants to go out for a walk, as if because the burden on his shoulders is too heavy, he has no extra responsibility.

Back in the valley, the white-clothed Mo Qingge learned the appearance of Ji Lingsheng lying on the boat, leaning on the sleeper, she listened to the rippling water of the lake and fell asleep.

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A few hundred miles further north, Ji Lingsheng fought with people.

The opponent is a young man who looks like a ranger, carrying a long sword on his back, compared to the Jianghu Junyan who hangs a sword at his waist, this guy looks like a thief and a grass coar, at first glance, he is begging for goods, and he takes a grassroots step to ask Ji Lingsheng for directions, Ji Lingsheng's face is indifferent and ignores him.

The young swordsman is a character who drills the horns of the bull, he can't see the heart of harm, and the heart of defense is really not at all, he doesn't know the depth of the rivers and lakes and Ji Lingsheng, Ji Lingsheng doesn't want to entangle, just draw the knife and put down this guy, but I really didn't expect that this swordsman who cultivates only the zodiac is a bit of a catty.

Although the blood sickle that is called into the world is heavy, Ji Lingsheng has practiced for many years, and he has some ability, not to mention that he is superb, and the impermeable wind of dancing half a pillar of incense is still not a problem, and the knife is extremely fast. But the speed of this unknown swordsman was even faster than him, and his swordsmanship was not very skillful, but his sword moves were insidious, and he confidently handed out a sword and stabbed Ji Lingsheng's crotch.

Ji Lingsheng raised his foot and kicked the tip of the sword crookedly, dodging the follow-up attack, and at the same time, the big scythe in his hand was hurriedly swung, and in a blink of an eye, it roared to the left shoulder of the swordsman, the swordsman looked proud, and the right hand sword that he had just handed out was forcibly withdrawn, blocking in front of the scythe.

Jin Ge collided, Ji Lingsheng didn't get a knife, he didn't stop, the dantian breath regenerated, and the aura was blessed on the blade, turning into a green light and slashing down through the blade.

The smile on the swordsman's face stiffened, and he took a step back, only to barely avoid the edge, and the hair that fell on his shoulders was cut off a few inches, and the young swordsman, who had a unique insight into the sword moves, did not dare to hold it up anymore, and began to meet the enemy with all his strength.

The blood sickle in Ji Lingsheng's hand continued unabated, as Ji Lingsheng took a step forward, his toes rotated half a circle, splashing out a circle of soil, Ji Lingsheng's right hand sickle was changed to his left hand, and the whole person turned sharply for half a circle, drawing a blood-colored circle, and the second knife was split with greater strength.

Knowing that the swordsman who encountered a hard stubble put away his contempt and changed to holding a sword in both hands, not because of any superior swordsmanship, but because the kid with a strange weapon was too shameless, he turned his cultivation into brute force, and bullied people by relying on the realm, which was really unreasonable.

The swordsman blocked a knife, his hands were numb, the tiger's mouth was concussive and bloody, and his body took two steps back. Ji Lingsheng turned his sword again and swept wantonly, and the swordsman took five steps back this time, unable to even hold the sword steadily.

The young swordsman's morale was demoralized, he threw away the trembling long sword in his hand, and said angrily: "Uncle, I am in poor health today, I can't use the sword move, if I don't fight, I won't fight!" Ji Lingsheng's expression was indifferent, as if he didn't take it to heart.

"Don't you believe it, there's a kind of lost weapon, like a man fighting, white-faced boy, do you dare?", the swordsman rolled up his sleeves regardless of his manners, revealing his entire left arm wrapped in strips of cloth, not even showing an inch and a half of his fingers, and it was strange that this swordsman really planned to fight with his bare hands.

Very unexpectedly, Ji Lingsheng threw away the sickle in his hand, and did not talk nonsense, rushed up and smashed the bridge of the young swordsman's nose with a punch, the swordsman was caught off guard and suffered a loss, and when the anger came up, he was not to be outdone and swung it away.

No one in the world can figure out how a monk who seeks immortals and a knight who learns swords can scuffle on the ground like two children, and neither of them has any cultivation and spiritual power, so you fight back and forth, and occasionally you can hit a key point and laugh rampantly twice, because the third one didn't laugh out and hit it into the stomach.

Ji Lingsheng had never fought this kind of barbaric fight, and it was a little difficult to deal with the insidious moves of the young swordsman at first, and he suffered a loss, and after he became familiar with these three indiscriminate moves, the two of them began to be indistinguishable, all of which were despicable tricks of cutting off children and grandchildren, and immortals picking peaches.

At dusk, the two finally tossed a tie.

Ji Lingsheng leaned on the trunk of the tree weakly, looked at the young swordsman whose eyelids were swollen not far away and only one eye remained, and smiled mockingly, after falling into the demon, it seemed that he was becoming more and more impulsive, he should have calmed down a long time ago, and found an opportunity to cut this kid with a knife.

The young swordsman could see Ji Lingsheng's eyes even if he only had one eye left, and he couldn't put on an angry face, he just spat on the ground in pain to show that he was fighting back, Ji Lingsheng's indifferent smile caused pain on his face, half of his fists were all greeted to his face, and the other half were all birds.

"This fight is comfortable, there is no cheating, you are the kind with the handle. The swordsman said vaguely for a long time, but Ji Lingsheng still didn't know what to do, leaned his back against the slope, and the swordsman who was the same age as Ji Lingsheng dragged a wine jug from his waist and poured a drop for a long time.

Ji Lingsheng, who had a blue nose and swollen face, threw over a green jade wine jug at the right time, and the swordsman glanced at the wine jug, and after reciting the sentence "girl's thing", he drank the Baihua wine made by the woman in white in a big gulp.

Sure enough, the swordsman who was already not breathing well almost choked half to death, Ji Lingsheng succeeded in his treacherous plan, and he didn't snicker, just a tooth for a tooth, "Girl!"

The young swordsman took a few more sips, and said slowly: "This wine is good, it is drunk by the old man, Uncle Zangxingji, what is your boy's name?"

Ji Lingsheng shook his head and smiled, and was about to speak, when the swordsman was already drunk.