Xia Ji left Tianyang Mountain.
He didn't look for Hou Tu again because Hou Tu had already found him.
Wu Ji wears a Hou Tu mask, but it is obviously impossible for her to recognize Feng Nanbei as her former Seventh Emperor brother.
Now, she asked with a cold voice: "I am Lord Yin, but you destroyed the Blood Rain Tower under my command, the twenty-two forces headed by the twelve Prime Ministers of Hidden Blade..."
Xia Ji interrupted her and said, "My disciple has the Su family token. Didn't you see it? Or did your subordinates not give it to you?"
Wu Ji quibbled: "I didn't know."
Xia Jidao: "If you know something but don't report it, your subordinates deserve to die. I'll help you kill them. Don't you thank me?"
An angry look suddenly appeared on Wu Ji's face: "You! Feng Nanbei!!"
Xia Ji snorted lightly, walked past her, and said calmly: "Take care of your people."
Wu Ji suddenly stopped being angry. She was quiet for a moment and said softly: "Wait a minute."
Xia Ji paused.
Wu Ji reminded her in a waxy voice: "Feng Nanbei, can you keep those children alive for the rest of their lives?"
Her words were very calm, as if she was reminding the Imperial Master in front of her, "You haven't broken through the eleventh realm yet."
"Your life span is limited",
"You will return to the Su family after completing your mission, but I am different, because I am already a member of the eleventh realm. When you return to the Su family, it is not up to a person like me to decide how these children will die."
"Don't even think about breaking through to the eleventh realm in a short time, because it is getting harder and harder to find the fire of the Earth Tribulation, and there is almost no output."
After she asked this question, she smiled.
She waited to see the angry look on the man in front of her.
However, when Xia Ji closed his eyes, the image of the fourth princess who once looked at herself and felt sorry for herself by the Huaqing Lake in the imperial capital flashed through her mind.
He asked: "Wu Ji, are you happy?"
Yin Jun never expected this response. She said angrily: "What does this have to do with you?"
After saying that, she was stunned because she realized that not only did she not make the man in front of her angry, but she herself became angry.
Why
Xia Ji didn't wait for her answer and continued walking forward.
Wu Ji suddenly said: "Feng Nanbei, we haven't fought before, right?"
Xia Ji chuckled lightly and did not pay attention to her or stop.
Wu Ji looked at his back coldly, but her heart was filled with a strange feeling.
This man…
Give her an indescribable feeling.
But whether you like him or hate him, you can't deny that he is a peerless genius. He is still reading and studying the book "The Power of the World".
She sighed, and for some reason, the question she just asked suddenly came to her mind.
"Am I happy?"
She couldn't help but murmur to herself, looked into the distance, and closed her eyes tightly.
"Brother~~~"
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When we returned to Jinghu Lake, it was already snowing heavily in the sky.
The area outside the lake is still bustling with activity.
Xia Ji pressed his bamboo hat and came to a ship.
Before he could speak, the little girl in the cabin said: "It's snowing heavily today, so we can't go out to the lake."
Xia Ji found out five taels of silver, which was two taels more than usual.
The little girl took the silver and weighed it. It was substantial.
For the sake of money, she subconsciously looked up at the guest. Suddenly she was stunned. She lowered her body and tried to see clearly the face under the bamboo hat, but she couldn't see clearly.
"Where are the guests going?"
"Middle of the lake."
The little girl hurriedly scattered the melon seeds, stood up, and stammered: "Grandpa... Grandpa, get out... get out of the lake."
Soon…
The ship is sailing.
In the cabin, the little girl didn't say anything and sat awkwardly opposite the guests.
He asked cautiously: "Would you like some tea?"
"Do not bother."
"Do you want some melon seeds?"
"No."
"Do you want to..."
"No."
Soon, the boat arrived at the center of the lake. When the little girl saw the guest getting up, she whispered: "I... my name is Wan Shi, Wan of ten thousand and twenty thousand, Shi of Shi."
Xia Ji responded casually: "I know."
After saying that, he walked out of the cabin, walked to the lake, stepped on the water and waves, and walked into the manor in the middle of the lake, which looked hazy from the outside.
The little girl jumped up and down in the cabin and cheered: "The immortal knows my name, he knows my name!!"
suddenly…
She remembered something and wailed like a mourner: "I took five taels of silver from the immortal, ahhh!! Why the hell did I take two more taels of silver? I want to chop off my hands!"
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Xia Ji sat back in his study, and he was the only one left in the small courtyard in the middle of the lake.
He boiled water and made a pot of hot tea.
Snow like goose down fell on the manor, knee-deep. The yellow candles in the stone tower were still on, illuminating the whiteness in the surrounding darkness.
A few days later, Su Tian received a message.
He said that it was about "Tian Xia Jin Qi" and told him not to worry. First of all, what he did was reasonable and within the scope of the Imperial Master.
Secondly, the family still has some capacity.
Furthermore, my identity as Su Daji, the ancestor of the Su family, was invisible. The monsters at the top didn't care, and no one below dared to say anything.
Su Tian knew that the Black Emperor had taken away most of the fire, so she quietly asked him for it. Xia Ji gave her three. Su Tian also generously gave him a lot of empty golden crystal balls, and at the same time, according to the His request brought him ancient books.
Compiling books naturally requires reading books from all over the world, so his request to read books is reasonable.
Su Tian even agreed to help him collect books from various places and deliver them to Lake Center Manor on a regular basis.
A few days later, An Rongrong also had information.
Ten years ago, she had been fighting and practicing on the front lines of the chaotic fire tribulation, in order to strengthen her body and reach a higher state.
Nowadays, the calamity land has been pushed to the wolf sealing level. It can be said that once the wolf sealing is released, it is the calamity.
The reason why the Fire Tribulation was blocked was not because of the Wolf Seal, but because winter had arrived again.
But when this winter passes, Fenglang’s attention will definitely be swallowed up.
The fire comes from the west and sweeps across the earth.
Ning Xiaoyu and Daqi were both taken back to the mountains by their Confucian master.
It became the original mission of the third prince to resist the fire disaster in the north...
And his ultimate destiny is to become the whetstone for Ji Xuan, the son of destiny. This is destined. He may not know it yet, but his sister Xia Yun must know it.
Xiao Su's life in the snowy Rakshasa country was going very smoothly. She often gave herself some good news, and also said that they should not hold her back next time they fight together.
Xia Ji smiled and shook his head, sighing: "This girl is still full of energy."
But when he finished sighing, he suddenly realized that Xiao Su was the pope of the Rakshasa State Church and the master of the mysterious Wangjia Town.
Now when other people face her, they will probably only feel awe and fear, right
I am the only one who still calls her girl...
He suddenly turned around again and looked at the bronze mirror.
In the bronze mirror, the person is no longer a teenager, and his green hair is mixed with white hair, suddenly falling down.
He sat back at the table, studied ink, picked up a pen, and wrote four big characters on the paper
—Image of the world.
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The days after that were simple.
During the day, Xia Ji was either writing the "Wan Dharma Volume" or reading the book.
These books were all sent by Su Tian's people, and thousands of them came every time.
And at night, he went to the outside world through the underworld transfer station.
Now he has five transfer stations.
The first one is at Mirror Lake.
The second one is in the ruins of the imperial capital.
The third one is in the far west outside the pass.
The fourth one is the Church of Wolf, Snake and Death in the Land of Ice and Snow Rakshasa.
The fifth one is in Jinyufang on Abbot Island.
It only takes more than ten seconds for him to go from Jinghu Manor to the Tribulation Land outside the Pass.
And in this unknown night, he transformed into Xia Ji in the depths of the Tribulation Land, and then practiced diligently in the form of Dharmakaya. Now he has already broken through the Dharma Aperture Realm, and the eight-level Dharma Meridian has penetrated two levels.
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Time flies, and soon the winter snow stops, the spring seedlings poke their heads out of the soil, and the colorful flowers bloom until midsummer, and then again in early autumn, waiting for another reincarnation.
All things are born and die again, and are gradually reborn towards death.
Xia Ji also completed the creation of the second chapter of "Wan Dharma Volume".
Although he is not satisfied because he gains something new every day, this article is enough for the world.
When he put down his pen, it was another season of autumn rain outside the curtain.
He heard footsteps in the extremely quiet manor. These footsteps were a little more calm than the cheerful and light footsteps when he left.
Soon,
One after another, figures fell into the wind and rain in front of the study.
I left at ninety-nine and came back at seventy-two.
All the disciples seemed to have grown up after only being away for a year.
Everyone said in unison: "I have met the teacher."
Naturally, they had heard about the major events that wiped out families in the world, and they also guessed that it was related to the teacher. If it hadn't been for the teacher, they would have died in the world long ago.
Xia Ji walked out of the study and out of the eaves without covering up the rain, just letting the cold rain wet his clothes and hair.
He whispered: "I know what happened to you, and I also know that your world has undergone earth-shaking changes.
But what I want to say is that what you have encountered is not enough, what you have encountered is too weak, and you have not encountered a truly terrifying enemy.
You will still have people die, there will be people who will be disabled, injured, in pain, despair, and there will be people who will be deceived, tricked, coaxed, and even betrayed. "
The seventy-two disciples listened quietly. They also invariably withdrew their strength and allowed the rain to wet them. They stood in the autumn rain with the teacher and listened silently to the teacher's teachings.
Xia Ji glanced at these children who could no longer be called children, and said calmly: "The greenhouse can only breed weakness, and protection can only bring vulnerability... You are not the master's pets, but the master's disciples.
Next time, I will not take the initiative to take action. Unless the cause and effect reaches my point, I will not care about it.
If you die, my master will help you avenge me, but does this still mean anything to you who are already dead? "
All the disciples listened solemnly.
Xia Ji raised his head, faced the autumn rain in the sky, closed his eyes, and said softly: "The second part of the Wanfa Volume is ready, you can take it and copy it for study.
Then, you can go out again after the winter. Next time you come back, I hope there will still be seventy-two people. "
After saying that, he waved his sleeves, turned around, and stepped into the study.
The disciples looked at each other. Many things happened in this year. Everyone had a story, and some even gained ignorant feelings.
After taking a short rest, many people chose to come to the martial arts performance hall of the manor.
They strangely discovered that there was a crystal ball placed in the center of the hall. The purple flames in the ball were burning, emitting bursts of intense heat that made people's blood boil.
And in the heart of the flame that no one saw, there was a small... pure black flame.
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