In early autumn, there are more than twenty days left before the battle with Shura in the Shadow Academy.

Xia Ji took off his black and golden robe, changed into a convenient strong suit, and with a dark gold broad sword, he was going to the back mountain to practice swords.

Going to the border of the Great Wei Dynasty is not just a battle with Murong Cha.

The mountain wind is flying, the black hair is dancing wildly, the boy walks with his sword on his back, and the lonely shadow follows the shadow of the tree and falls on the quiet mountain road.

The place where the Holy Gate is located is the first of the three main peaks of Bikong Mountain. There are still two main peaks after that, both of which are extinct volcanoes. There are many ferocious beasts in the mountains, and they divide their territory in places far away from the main road.

It is just hunting and a good place to practice.

The boy walked very steadily and looked very firm, which shows that his desire to seek the Tao has not diminished at all.

Moreover, he didn't even take a little dry food.

because...

...

"Son of the Holy Son, wait for me!"

The small furnace tripod was chasing behind a large black bag full of dry food, and there was a circle of gourds hanging around his waist, which were filled with wine.

The bag was almost half as big as her, with dry food, medicine, and even a tent in it.

When the petite figure ran, it made a clanging sound.

After finally chasing her to the point where she was closer to Xia Ji, she bent down and put her bag on the mountain road for a while to rest. Her chest began to fluctuate, and she gasped: "Hey, no, no, Holy Son, can we take a rest?"

"Well, you rest, I'll hurry."

Xia Ji replied simply and kept moving forward.

She has taken the antidote brought back by the Elder of the Heavenly King and will not die of poisoning due to severe exercise.

Ning Meng was so scared that she was far away from the main peak of Bikong Mountain where the Holy Gate was located, and she could not even see the majestic and majestic palace.

Along the way, I could still meet some Holy disciples who tried to start.

There are usually six generations of disciples in the Holy Sect.

After six generations, there is almost no Tongxuan when life spans or when it enters Tianyuan.

So the sixth generation is very stable.

According to the year of joining the gang and the generation of masters and disciples, these six generations are: the first generation of the Holy Sect, the second generation... the sixth generation of disciples.

But if divided according to the level of power, it would be simple: ordinary disciples, elite disciples.

Of course, most of the two people encountered on the way were ordinary disciples whose true energy was not condensed.

By chance, one or two elite disciples who condensed their true energy and were sprinting hard, pursuing the opportunity to open up the Ren and Du meridians.

But even ordinary disciples can be cultivated as elite disciples in the world, and even in some small sects, they are far inferior to those who are personally taught.

However, when these disciples who were placed outside were focused, they would respectfully give in to the side of the road when they saw them and shout, "I have seen the Holy Son, and met Senior Sister Ning."

This is respect and awe.

This was made with fists and knives.

Boxing is power!

The sword is the Tao!

As they penetrated deep into the Blue Sky Mountain, there were fewer and fewer Holy disciples. After all, most of these disciples would only travel around the main peak for half a day, and they had already left this activity range.

Senior Sister Ning, whom the disciples respected, is being ruthlessly exploited by the mean fake saint son.

Xia Ji chose the knife training location in the center.

Night falls...

At the foot of the second main peak.

When the little furnace tied the tent, she was as tired as a big octopus, lying softly in the tent without any fingers.

She suddenly remembered that she had only brought one tent.

Doesn’t this mean that I will sleep with a man today?

Oh my God...

Why didn't you expect it at the beginning?

But whatever.

Anyway, I am exhausted, so I can just let you do the posture. As long as I am not too ashamed, I can accept it.

Ning Meng really thought about it, and her body gradually changed from a big octopus lying on her face to an orz.

In a daze, she was pushed.

Well, is this going to start?

There seems to be no expectations or resistance.

"I'm sleeping with mine, you're fucking yours, don't use too shameful actions, I can't accept it."

Ning Mengzhen muttered like a murmur.

Xia Ji laughed out loud, "I asked you to get up for supper, what are you thinking?"

While saying that, he handed her the roasted meat.

But the little furnace tripod had already snored softly and was asleep. It seemed that he was too tired during the day.

She slept until midnight and was awakened by the howling of the wolf.

His body shivered and looked toward him in a daze.

No one!!

Ning Meng was really scared.

This is even more terrifying than someone around you.

Could it be that I was abandoned?

The night wind in the mountains lifted up the curtains of the tent, revealing a gap.

There were fires that had not yet been extinguished outside the gap, and the meat on the fire was mounted on the simple cross-iron rack, which seemed to be still hot.

The petite girl slowly crawled out, turned her head and saw that the boy seemed to be asleep, his cheeks were half in flames and half in shadows. He held the Bai Zhan Dao in his arms, as if he was thinking, but in fact he was asleep.

Ning Meng felt very hungry, so she ate the meat cleanly, and then drank some spring water filled halfway, and then sat comfortably on the other side.

Even in early autumn, the dryness and heat have not completely disappeared, but the coldness in the mountains is still very cold at this time.

The boy was just wearing strong outfits, his ankles and wrists were exposed, and his hair was moving lightly.

The little furnace and cauldron stared at him.

The sleeping Holy Son doesn't seem to be as annoying as daytime.

She leaned over gently, looked at the calm and reassuring face in the extinction of the fire, couldn't help licking her lips, and then... she suddenly half-kneeled and gently turned her face over.

Think about it carefully, I have never kissed the Holy Son.

I usually use a whip to communicate.

today...

The moonlight is bright, and although the Mid-Autumn Festival has not arrived, it is almost perfect.

Just kiss his cheek.

Because he is so considerate and reserves supper for himself.

The closer the face is.

Xiaoluding closed his eyes, his heartbeat increased, his breathing was rapid, his face was red and his ears were red, and his estrogen was produced rapidly.

Is it...

Kissing, why is it so cold?

Licked.

It's still cold and has a scent of leather.

Ning Meng opened her eyes curiously.

I saw that the knife in the Holy Son's left hand stood up at some point, blocking her and him, and the one who was close to the little furnace trip was the black shark leather scabbard.

The small furnace tripod was suddenly caught like a cat that was stealing food. It suddenly exploded and almost made a cat cry.

"You're awake?"

Xia Ji's calm voice made Ning Mengzhen's heart beat a little calmer.

The petite figure nodded and changed the subject: "Didn't you practice knives? I haven't seen you practice for a whole day. We went to the main path again and did not encounter any ferocious beasts.

Well...Why don't you run to an open space with a fierce expression and yelling while dancing the knife "waving"?
To be continued...