The Chongshan Prefecture has a large territory, and the east-west span is as long as the first vein of Tianshan Mountain, which is introduced in the Western External Region. Even if you rush to the horse, you will not delay your time at any level because of the pass certificate, and it will take more than a month to spend.

Xia Ji completed the inspection ceremony of the temple and did not plan to stay for too long.

He casually threw a qi of life and death to control the governor. At the same time, he planted this Qi for the powerful and incompetent people at the banquet.

So, strictly speaking, Xia Ji inspected six regions, and many important officials in these six regions were controlled by him.

This is his casual layout.

It was already summer.

It's warm weather.

The curtains of the carriage are also often opened.

The starry nights in the north are particularly clear and vast and clean.

The group of people went from west to east.

Compared to when we first came, there were two more sages of the Holy Son.

One man and one woman, both of them are very hardworking and very imposing.

Xia Ji admires them, if animals are used to describe the temperament of Han Cicada and Ling Yuan.

He would think that the chin cicada was a wounded lion, and Ling Yuan was a seemingly weak poisonous snake.

Thoughts turn back.

He kept thinking about yesterday.

Although the toxin not only did not hurt him, but also gave him seventy years of internal strength, he still felt strange.

This is a strong and vague premonition, as if something is about to happen.

After all, the period of time that the poison can be exchanged is a bit exaggerated.

Xia Ji always believed in his premonition because he knew that it was Chaos Daohen who was giving him a warning.

He thought for a while and clenched his fists.

"It's time to harvest a wave. After all, all the seeds I sow in the secret realm should have sprouted?"

Thinking of this, Xia Ji suddenly lifted the curtain, and he did not forget to put an extra set of changing robes in his arms.

Li Ying didn't turn around and said lightly: "The road is still far, but our direction is already the way back. After the seventh stop in Beiliangzhou, it is the capital. Then we turn back to Letian Mansion and go to Tianya Mansion. Even if it comes to an end, your position will be as stable as Mount Tai."

Obviously, this sword snail felt it was going well.

I even think this inspection is a show-off journey.

It's also a relaxing journey.

Xia Ji saw that he didn't explain anything and said directly: "I suddenly felt that I wanted to walk alone. If you continue the journey, we will meet in Qishui City, where the Holy Temple in Beiliangzhou is located."

Li Ying was not surprised. It was normal for the swordsman to suddenly feel this way.

They have always been alone, and even in the crowds, they feel lonely.

So Li Ying understood the words of the Holy Son very well, and he said concisely: "Take care of the Holy Son, and see you in a month."

Xia Ji said again: "Hanchan is a girl with extremely strong plasticity. She is sensitive, crazy and inferior. After I leave, you are the strongest among the people in this group. Then I will give her some advice.

Her swordsmanship is not upright, it is very evil. Not only that, she seems to have practiced wrongly, but she is also a mistake, taking a different approach and walking on her own path."

Li Ying shook her head: "She hates me."

Xia Ji: "Why?"

Li Ying continued to shake his head: "I don't understand either, women are so annoyed."

Xia Ji didn't force him. He was about to leave, but he turned around and returned to the carriage, thought for a while, and wrote a book on internal skills and techniques.

He went to Yunxin Pavilion several times, and he had already memorized those more distinctive martial arts. After all, people who have reached his level only need not remember something too easy.

The internal strength and mind method is "Three Yang True Degree".

This internal mental method tends to be "recovery ability". If internal injuries are caused, etc. can recover far faster than others.

Han Chan was punished to death in Miaorong Mansion, and she was stubbornly stubborn. She must have had many hidden diseases and internal injuries. This technique, coupled with some elixirs, can solve this problem.

The technique is written by Xia Ji based on the fight with Han Chan, which is considered to be a self-created article.

To put it bluntly, he just integrated Han Chan's moves when he attacked him into a move, which was more effective and direct. In addition, he had some insights into swordsmanship, and made some adjustments to the details and mental methods.

Finally, Xia Ji wrote a casual name "Hundred One", which means that the hundred styles are united.

After handing these two skills to Han Chan and explaining to other disciples, Xia Ji walked directly into the darkness in the distance.

Only then did the disciples realize...

It turns out that riding a horse and walking with the Holy Son is really a snail crawling.

In a blink of an eye, the Holy Son disappeared.

Han Chan watched the back of the master in the black and golden robe disappear into the wilderness, and her heart was filled with desire to become stronger. She wanted to see the shadow of this man.

Otherwise, what subordinate!

She held "Three Yang True Art" and "Hundred Ones" with both hands, as if she was holding her hope.

...

"No matter how things change, I just need to become strong enough."

On the top of a barren mountain that is very far from the official road, Xia Ji sat cross-legged on a cliff.

The mountains are high and the moon is bright, and the mind is easy to calm. It is far away from the world and away from desires. This is the state of the mind being as calm as water.

Any more distracting thoughts may lead to a devil in the process of cultivation.

Xia Ji decided to practice the exercises well.

Although I don’t know what I can do, the key is to work hard, right?

"The nightmare energy in the jade slip in the seventh reincarnation mountain is exchanged for internal strength at the cost of one percent of the nightmare energy."

Xia Ji silently recited in his heart.

As the chief planner of the "Seventh Ancient Secret Realm", he naturally left a back door.

This backdoor is "all the prizes that the tester can redeemed belong to him."

At the beginning, he just said: "I will allocate these prizes, so these are mine."

The three great curses did not object to any of them.

After all, it is my own "planning".

There is nothing strange about "planning" to allocate prizes.

Then Xia Ji said again: "How precious is the jade slip that can only be exchanged for 100 heroic soul bone particles? We cannot disappoint the tester.

After all, they still need to promote the reputation of the Seventh Ancient Secret Realm in the future.

Therefore, these jade slips must be made well."

The big curses nodded repeatedly.

Xia Ji said: "It just so happens that we can bury these jade slips under the ruins of the divine weapons. The nightmare aura of the seventh ancient secret realm can provide power for these jade slips. Only when they are qualified can they be invested as prizes."

The poisonous Qilin asked in confusion: "Is it too exaggerated? Nightmare Qi is a precious material for building the underworld."

Xia Ji said lightly: "Only the jade slips made with care can make people feel sincerity. How to make them bigger and stronger? Isn't it the appeal of the prize?"

Red Yan Luo ran out and asked, "Heart?"

In a simple word, she had already thought it wrong.

Heart, how delicious.

Do you need your heart to fill your stomach?

But no matter what, the nightmare energy that builds the first "Dull of the Underworld" has become the "nutrition water" for warming up the jade slip. This has become a part of the operation of the entire "Seventh Ancient Secret Realm" and cannot be changed. After all, one link will move the whole body.

However...

All of these jade slips belong to Xia Ji.

At this time, the response came: "It can be exchanged for within three hundred years, can it be exchanged?"

It works indeed.

Under the moonlight, Xia Ji smiled, "Then... let's get ten first."

One piece is the nightmare contained in one percent of the jade slip, and it can be exchanged for three hundred years.

Ten parts are three thousand years!

Cool!
Chapter completed!