Black wings curl around death,
Every slap brings flames flowing quietly between the fine scales.
The flame wind caused the air to die, forming a scene that was almost like a bellows.
The surrounding air flow tried to squeeze towards him, but was burned more and more, forming a huge gravitational force.
He is like the scorching sun flying in the sky, and everything is like the moth. Those with a slightly weaker grip come towards him, get closer, and then die.
call! !
Xia Ji flapped his wings and flew higher, thus avoiding flying sand and rocks.
Both of them were silent, no one spoke.
Wu Ji really didn't know what to say, and she didn't know where Xia Ji was taking her.
She was bathed in the flames of death, and her heart and soul were shaken.
About two days later.
Xia Ji emerged from the clouds, gathered his black wings, and landed on a cliff high in the North Mountains.
Starlight bathes and casts shadows everywhere.
Xia Ji let go and threw Wu Ji out.
Wu Ji was stunned for a moment. She looked around and saw shadows all around. In other words, if she wanted to escape, now was her home court.
But she didn't run away, but looked at a tombstone at the end of the cliff.
The tombstone looked pale in the moonlight.
It is engraved with "The Tomb of Prince Shang Guchen".
Xia Ji said: "Before he died, he felt that you were being controlled by someone, so he gave everything to me and begged me to save his sister.
You know, he was a proud man and had never begged anyone in his life, but he always begged me before he died. "
Wu Ji:…
Xia Jidao: "I didn't tell him the truth, but I promised him that I would take you to visit the tomb during the Qingming Festival. Now that the Qingming Festival has passed, it's up to you whether you can come in the future."
Wu Ji:…
The two were silent for a long time.
Xia Ji turned around.
He had only taken a few steps when a voice came from behind him.
"etc."
Xia Ji paused.
"Shouldn't you kill me?"
Xia Ji said: "Why should I kill you? The person you are sorry for is not me... but him."
A brother who will expose your weaknesses to you.
A brother who trusts you until his death.
You betrayed trust.
You're sorry for him.
I'm just fulfilling my promise.
"Bye now."
"Xia Ji!!" Wu Ji shouted loudly, but she had nothing to say. The two were once royal sisters and younger brothers, and they also lived together in the same city for sixteen years. They should have a chat when they reunited after a long separation. Chat, but there is nothing to talk about.
Xia Ji turned his head and glanced at the tear-stained imperial sister, and said softly: "There is something wrong with the Houtu mask you are wearing, so be careful. I will say this and see you again."
After saying that, a pair of black wings fluttered in the night wind, flapping and whistling high into the sky, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
On a high cliff.
The bright moon is in the sky.
A lonely withered grave.
A kneeling beauty of stunning beauty.
Like a picture scroll.
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Now that the matter between Wu Ji and the prince is settled.
Xia Ji returned to Jinghu Lake.
In the martial arts hall, the golden-red fish had just eaten the twenty-eighth spiritual fruit. When it heard familiar footsteps, it started swimming in the water excitedly.
By the time Xia Ji appeared in front of the gate, the fish's mouth was already attached to the fish tank.
Xia Ji was stunned for a moment and walked over.
I saw that this fish had undergone considerable changes. Its thin scales had thickened and were golden, giving it a somewhat "yellow-haired girl put on a concubine's attire" and "an ordinary soldier wrapped in a general's armor" feeling.
Secondly, two small protrusions appeared on the top of the fish's head, which looked like two small horns.
The golden fish swims back and forth in the water, as if showing off.
Xia Ji reached out and touched its head and rubbed the two little corners.
The fish are enjoying themselves comfortably.
Suddenly it opened its mouth and sucked his finger.
Xia Ji could feel that the fish had teeth in its mouth, or tusks...
This is fierce.
He was stunned.
Then he felt the little fangs grinding his skin, as if he wanted to bite, but he was afraid of getting angry.
Xia Ji said: "You want my blood, right?"
The little fish said "Ah", released its mouth, stood upright in the fish tank, and patted the fish's body to signal YES.
Xia Ji smiled and said, "Why? You tell me clearly and I will give it to you."
Xiao Yu'er's face was full of questions.
The fish's eyes were wide open, as if he had seen a ghost.
Xia Ji read that expression.
I am a fish, can I speak human language
It's amazing that I understand what you mean.
Xia Ji held back his laughter and said in a deep voice, "Are you going to tell me? Forget it if you don't tell me. I gave you a chance."
The little fish took a deep sip of the water in the fish tank.
call out!
The water turned into an arrow and sprayed softly on Xia Ji's cheek.
Then, Xiao Yu'er turned around in frustration and pointed the fish tail at Xia Ji, looking very angry.
Xia Ji burst out laughing, "I'm kidding you, let's go, I'll take you to the East China Sea, and when we get to the beach, I'll give you a drop of blood as a parting gift."
The little fish flicked its tail and swam back to the front, looking at Xia Ji longingly, not knowing whether it was thirsty for blood or reluctant to part with it.
Xia Ji kept the fish in his sleeve.
He tried, and although he couldn't bring people into the underworld, he could bring such a personal pet.
…
Now it's time to do the second thing.
Sixteen years ago, he took many ancient books from the Zhenwu Pavilion on Abbot Island without asking. Now it is time to return them.
He walked into the underworld transfer station.
When he came out again, he was already in the golden jade square of the four major forces on Abbot Island.
The courtyard where Master Jingming and Aunt Xu were was still spotless, but also empty.
It is normal for a real person to stay away from home for decades, let alone such a fire disaster
A courtyard can only be truly banned unless it has been left unoccupied for hundreds of years.
Xia Ji naturally knew the whereabouts of Master Jingming and Aunt Xu.
One year when he went to the northern land of ice and snow, Xiao Su told him that Master Jingming and Aunt Xu were helping her explore ancient ruins and look for something.
Xia Ji understood immediately upon hearing this. It was estimated that Master Jingming and Aunt Xu were just like those in "Wangjia Town", and were set up by Xiao Su's predecessor.
After Master Jingming and Aunt Xu heard about Ji Qi's identity, they naturally no longer dared to recognize the master's brother as their disciples. Now they have found new disciples in the north to teach and teach.
Xia Ji doesn't care about seniority. Master Jingming is a guide for him. If it weren't for him, he wouldn't have been able to learn many ancient mystical skills from Abbot Island. From this point of view, he called Jingming A real person cannot be called a teacher too much.
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These are small things.
His thoughts changed.
When in the countryside, do as the Romans do and throw out the sword pills.
The sword pill changes rapidly, the spherical pill iron stretches and changes,
Soon, it turned into a flying sword and floated in front of him.
Xia Ji lowered his cloak to cover his face.
His current status would only be a disaster for one force.
Covering your face also preserves a sense of friendship that is only in name only.
He stepped on the flying sword and was about to leave quietly, but suddenly he felt that Jinyufang seemed to be in a commotion.
Many disorderly conversations came to his ears clearly.
"It's too much to bully others. Do you really think that we, Jinyufang, are easy to bully? Even if we don't have fire or blood, I, the disciples of Jinyufang, will never lose to these casual cultivators!"
"I'm just afraid that these casual cultivators are supported by someone."
"It's better to close the mountain gate... They are too strong."
"How can the mountain gate be closed? If it is really closed and the mountain gate is opened again thirty years later, wouldn't it be a disaster?"
"But if we don't close it, we are almost in danger of annihilation now."
"How about we go to Middle-earth collectively... As long as we can get the fire, our Jinyufang can be saved."
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He let go of his consciousness and listened quietly. From these messy conversations, he had roughly guessed some situations.
At that time, the owner of the workshop, who was about to die, went to the land of robbery in pursuit of the way to live forever, but he apparently failed and died.
But where there is failure, there is success.
Some are happy and some are sad.
And this brings about a reversal of strength and weakness.
The strong naturally need more resources.
Where do resources come from
It is natural to ask for it from those who were once strong but are now weak.
Unfortunately, Jinyufang has become this "once strong, now weak" force.
Sixteen years ago, after the calamity, Jinyufang lost countless elite disciples, and they were not able to get back a single fire seed.
One thing goes another, and now Jinyufang is being attacked by other sects, asking them to hand over rare minerals such as Lingtie Mine and Maru Gold Mine.
And Jing Chunzi, the current head of Jinyufang, has only two choices.
First, resistance.
Second, open the mountain sealing formation and seal it for thirty years.
The former cannot be defeated.
The latter can certainly be resisted, but what about thirty years later
At this time, outside Jinyu Square, there were many flying swords outside a transparent membrane.
The sword wielders are all hostile casual cultivators.
These casual cultivators have awakened their bloodline to varying degrees, and they are constantly shooting magic weapons, talismans, etc. from their hands, or directly moving their swords.
Continuously launch attacks against the membrane cover.
The membrane withstood the attack, showing ripples in circles.
Within the membrane, from time to time disciples of Jinyufang flew out with swords and fought with incoming enemies in mid-air, but they were obviously no match for those monks who had awakened their bloodline.
More disciples were injured and were sitting in the neighborhood with their eyes closed and their legs crossed, adjusting their breath in order to be able to fight against the enemy again.
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When Xia Ji stood up with his sword, he scanned the area not far away and found a few people he knew when he first arrived in the crowd.
For example, Qingfengzi "shows off his flying sword in front of himself",
Yun Lingzi, who "asked at the naturalization office if he had a Taoist partner",
Qingxia, who "comes to the Nine-story Library Pavilion to leave translations of ancient texts for herself",
Uncle Shui, who "asked myself why I only read ancient books when I don't read well",
There is also Jing Chunzi who "accepted the order from the boss before leaving to guard this place."
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These people are now on the same front and are nervously facing the invasion of foreign enemies.
Xia Ji looked at the sky and saw that the battle was quite fierce.
Think briefly.
He casually threw out an ordinary crystal ball filled with purple flames from his sleeve.
The crystal ball landed softly on the stone table in Jingming Courtyard.
Xia Ji didn't stop anymore and pointed to the sky with both fingers.
The sword flew away with the wind.
And a faint voice drifted towards Jing Chunzi, who was frowning.
"A fire is placed in the courtyard of Master Jingming. After three days, the gate can be closed."
Jing Chunzi's eyes suddenly opened, and when she raised her head, she saw a figure wrapped in a cloak that had just broken through the membrane. In the sight of everyone, that figure did not go out to fight, but chose to turn around and quickly go in another direction. " get away".
Everyone who saw this scene was stunned.
And it even caused the enemies outside the air shield to laugh, and two flying swords chased after him.
Jing Chunzi didn't say anything, and hurriedly came to the courtyard with his sword. His eyes suddenly widened.
If it is as that person said, there is indeed a purple fire.
Even though he was the master of a workshop, he couldn't help but feel excited.
With this kind of fire, Jinyufang can close the mountain gate and be saved.
Who is that person
He hurriedly looked up, but he couldn't see the back of the "escaping" person.
After a long silence, Jing Chunzi bowed his head and bowed quietly three times, "Although I still can't confirm the name of my benefactor, I am very grateful."
But, what happened after these three days
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Xia Ji casually dealt with the chasing enemies and arrived at the edge of Abbot Island.
He descended with his sword, left the floating island, and stood on the blue sea.
He shook out the golden fish from his sleeve.
Plop.
The little fish bit the string of three red beads and entered the sea water. It swam a few times in the water and seemed to adapt well without encountering the problem of "freshwater fish entering seawater".
It is an extraordinary species that has opened its spiritual intelligence and awakened its bloodline to a certain extent. Its resistance is naturally not comparable to that of ordinary fish.
Xia Ji sat cross-legged on the flying sword.
With a flick of his finger, a drop of blood popped out.
"A gift for you."
The golden fish flapped its tail and soared into the air, its small horns breaking through the shallow waves of the sea.
The little mouth opened and bit the blood in one bite,
Then, as if he felt the power hidden in the blood, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.
It was like a fully inflated balloon was suddenly released and pricked, and circled full of energy in the water.
It swam slower and slower, and finally looked up at Xia Ji on the flying sword with some discomfort.
Xia Jidao: "If you and I are destined to meet each other, we can see each other again in the future."
The little golden fish was still reluctant to leave.
Xia Jidao: "This is the heart of the East China Sea. You have opportunities, but there are also great dangers. Don't show off anything. Showing off will only make you enemies, not friends like me."
The golden fish understood his words and floated silently.
Xia Ji said: "Live on."
He took a deep look at the golden fish, put his fingers together, turned the flying sword, and shot towards the sky.
Xiaoyu looked at the back eagerly, as if he wanted to remember him forever.
It vaguely knew that it might never see him again.
But soon, the joy of entering the new world drowned out this sadness.
It flapped its golden fish tail with scales like armor and headed towards the blue depths of the sea.
Although my hometown is far away, the distance has arrived. Those who keep improving themselves will eventually see each other again in the future.
Xia Ji, on the other hand, wielded his sword and headed towards Zhenwu Pavilion.
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Zhenwu Pavilion.
The Taoist nun in the bookstore sighed softly.
Sixteen years ago, she made a mistake.
Therefore, he was punished to be the guard of this bookstore.
Her punishment was not over until the unknown book thief actually returned the book.
The Taoist nun's name is Bei Yuzi. Because of the spiritual energy of Abbot Island, even after sixteen years, she still looks like a girl and her mentality has not changed.
At this time, Bei Yuzi sighed helplessly, why was he so unlucky
She actually regarded a book thief as her junior brother. She also thought that the junior brother was very handsome. She also thought that he didn't go to the square to gather because he was a nerd.
Ahhh.
too painful.
Why are you so stupid
Is such a stupid person suitable for cultivating immortality
While she was in a daze, she saw a token being handed over.
Bei Yuzi didn't look at anyone and said listlessly: "Go in."
But the visitor did not go in. Instead, he took out a stack of books from the storage space, placed them in front of the desk, and said with a smile: "I'll return the books."