Xia Ji took a short rest under the eaves, and the sound of something being smashed from behind him from time to time, as well as the strange cry of the small furnace and cauldron in red, "Ouch Ouch Ouch" came from behind.

He covered his face and decided to go out for a walk.

When I walked through the martial arts field, there were still disciples practicing martial arts in the snow, with fists scattered and swords roaring. I didn't stop when I saw the Holy Son, which shows that I was very serious.

The Holy Sect is already specialized in fist, palm and knife skills.

The disciple who was watching in the corridor immediately felt awe-inspiring and said respectfully: "See the Holy Son."

Xia Ji had a slight feeling and knew that among these disciples there were two disciples who had just planted the "life and death Qi" himself.

Nodding with a smile, he continued to walk forward.

After passing the martial arts field, going north to eat vegetarian food, and practicing "pointing acupoints", "hidden weapons", "business wood man", "wooden pillars and nine palaces", "one-line feathers", etc., the land area where disciples practiced specifically is the "Dry Leaf Pavilion".

This is my first battle, and I really miss the boy with a treacherous back and a bear-bearing waist.

The relationship between people is very strange.

Friendship between men is often "love at first sight".

As I thought about it, I arrived in front of a quiet shelf again.

The sound of the piano was melodious, and Xia Ji subconsciously looked up, and saw Elder Zhizhi playing on all sides ambushing at the height of the sky, as if he also felt the gaze of the Holy Son. Elder Zhizhi nodded slightly, and then showed a crazy smile of evil silk.

Xia Ji, Xia Ji, do you know that your life is not long.

Enjoy your last month and a half of freedom.

The master has made the arrangements, and you have been arranged clearly.

Of course, even if you come to the shelves and ask me for life-saving plans, maybe I will give you some advice.

Unfortunately, idiots are idiots and never know how to seize their only chance.

So, Elder Wisdom no longer paid attention to the fake holy son, continued to play his piano and immerse himself in his own world.

Xia Ji was speechless.

He could even guess with intuition that this guy was the eyeliner left by the Holy Son.

Not to expose it for the time being.

Xia Ji continued to walk and walked sideways through the deserted and snowy garden. A rockery pond on the top of the mountain was the residence of Elder Lanyue. At this time, the door was closed, and the snow outside the door was very thick, forming a contrast between the inside and the outside.

Obviously, this cottage has been unavailable for many days.

"It seems that Lan Yue is either in seclusion or going to the city."

Xia Ji made a natural inference, "But it is impossible to retreat. This quarter is when she is on duty and needs a deacon... However, if there has not been any important event in Blue Sky City, how could she leave for so long?"

So, what's the matter?

Suomei pondered and had no answer. He then walked around the formation forest in the northeast direction. This formation forest was a mini formation created by a certain generation of Holy Sect formation masters, mainly used to let the disciples of the Holy Sect understand the formation.

In this way, if you experience and explore the world, you will still have vitality even if you encounter the killing formations in the dangerous land.

When Xia Ji returned to his courtyard, it was already a little dark.

After walking, his fatigue from using the "Life and Death Qi" was also slightly relieved.

When I pushed the door open, the footprints of snow in the yard were covered.

And the house is already very tidy.

The little furnace tripod became a dog and panted on a golden black wood chair. The red clothes were soaked in sweat, pressing against the convex and delicate body. The bangs were like paper-cut window flowers on their foreheads, messy and hidden some of the beauty that belonged to the little furnace tripod.

"No, no, no, I'm just practicing martial arts during this period, and I forgot how to do housework."

Xia Ji saw Ning Meng really sagging softly, her delicate white legs exposed her bright red skirt, and her little feet were swaying slightly with her furry slippers.

"Ah, Son!"

Although Ning Mengzhen felt that she was a peerless master, she was still very afraid of Xia Ji.

So, she stood up, stood attentively, and tried to stand up straight.

Then, a strong sense of shame arose from the bottom of my heart.

I think Ning Mengzhen is now a master of the Great Perfection of True Yuan Realm. The magical skills taught by the immortal mother-in-law have already entered the school. How could I be so timid?

Xia Ji looked at the girl in front of him.

It feels particularly inconsistent again.

This is obviously Xiao Zhao on a TV in his previous life, wearing the clothes of a girl from Oriental...

"I'm hungry when I go to the vegetarian food to prepare meals for me."

Although he was curious, Ning Mengzhen was actually a little maid who was easy to use when he called him Fu Ding.

Ning Mengzhen, who was clenched with her fists, was immersed in shame, suddenly woke up and stood attentively, "Hey, I'll go now."

“Take your needles.”

Xia Ji glanced at the flickering cow hair needles on the ground again and gave a reminder.

The girl in red nodded like a chicken pecking at the rice, then put the cow hair needle into a small black tube with gold patterns, put it in her arms, picked up a bright and light umbrella against the wall outside the house, and stretched it open.

The umbrella surface is the badge of the Holy Gate: the drawing of the three mountains and one river.

The three mountains are like giants, and one sword is like a river passing by the mountains.

Xia Ji didn't understand it before, but now he probably understands it.

The Three Mountains refer to the three main peaks of the Blue Hill. The reason why the Three Mountains look like giants is because of the existence of "Sacred Icon Gong".

A sword is like a river, and it should be called "The World is Endless".

The umbrella has gone far away.

People have gone far away.

I will return after going far away. Will I go away and never return in the future?

Xia Ji casually pushed open the window behind him.

At this moment, he can clearly know the location of those who have planted the Qi of Life and Death by him.

At the same time, with just a snap of his finger, he can detonate the Qi in these people's bodies at the same time, but he will also be subjected to some kind of backlash as a corresponding punishment.

"Where has Lan Yue gone? Shouldn't the deacon on duty be guarding the Holy Gate? She hasn't returned for many days, right?"

The boy turned his head.

Some strange feeling arises in my heart.

Outside the window.

Heavy snow is like cherry blossoms.

It covers the blue sky and drifts from the dark gray sky above the blue sky, like trousers and feathers.

A few pieces slowly fell on the black bricks and tiles like fish scales and were quickly covered with them later.

Under the brick and tile eaves, red lanterns were floating in the cold wind.

Four words are written on the lantern: "Yunjian Inn".

In winter, it was originally a world of martial arts and dynasties when they were cultivated and nourished, the big lamb legs and upside-down braised pigs in Yunjian Inn were all delicacies for wine.

The elite disciples of the Holy Sect often search for corners and corners on the second floor of this inn, lit a jar of mixed ginger and cooked hot wine, and then spent the first half of the long night like this.

However, such an inn has a tense atmosphere at this time.

An arrogant, but depressing voice sounded:

"It's the seventh day, the girl of Blue Moon... Oh, no, it's the name of Elder Lan Moon. As a junior brother, come to visit the senior brother, can't you even report it?"

"The master of the sect is in seclusion, and he refuses to see outsiders at a critical moment."

"Outsider? Am I an outsider? That's right. My senior brother was biased by his master and taught a lot of things. Maybe the Holy Sect really regarded me as an outsider, right?"

"Master, don't make me embarrassed, the sect leader does have orders."

"Hmph! Lan Yue, isn't you hindering me so much? I have something to report to the sect leader."

A middle-aged man with two slightly beards was sitting in the middle of the Yunjian Inn.

This person is actually Li Ling, the master of the Holy Temple of Lotte Mansion.

He was also one of Si Wuxie's two junior brothers back then!
Chapter completed!