Xiuxian: Hahaha, here comes the chicken soup

Chapter 38 Don't Remember the Title

The twists and turns of the mountain road spread downwards, the terrain is very conspicuous, and several steps are even close to 80°, which makes Yi Zhiji's legs a little weak.

But when she saw Qingyun City in the distance, the houses were only the size of a thumb. Although she was still a little timid in her heart, she couldn't help feeling a little surging in her heart, feeling at ease. She had never been on such a low mountain before crossing.

"Daoxian Mountain... Immortal..."

Looking at the misty clouds on the mountainside, and returning to Qi Sule's light figure, she has a real yearning for cultivating immortals. Before, she just thought it was fun and had the mentality of "everyone comes".

Now she is verifying her desire to cultivate immortality, she yearns for this feeling of freedom.

Yi Zhiji does not agree with the prison that Su Le mentioned. If she is really bound, she will abandon everything and do whatever she wants.

It's a pity that Su Le can't do it, her background is not necessarily extraordinary, and the superior conditions also mean more responsibilities.

She raised her head and chest, and said in a cadence: "I will be the top of the mountain, and I will see all the mountains and small ones."

After finishing speaking, he reached out and touched the non-existent beard, and read to himself: "Good poems, good poems."

【Host, you didn't come up by yourself. 】

[Besides, you act like you wrote it yourself... I don't think you think the first few sentences, do you? 】

The hand pretending to touch the beard paused, and Yi Zhiji changed the subject very simply: "Tell me, if I recite a few poems while pretending to be B, will it be very B-style upup? I think the ancients are very fond of it." This set."

[No, it will only make you look like a sand sculpture. Moreover, people in this world yearn to cultivate immortals, and some emphasize martial arts over literature, and the background of the time is different, and the culture is different. They may not appreciate these poems. 】

Yi Zhiji snorted, gave up the idea of ​​borrowing the poems of her predecessors to spread through the ages, poured out all the Lingmi in the mustard seed bag and ate them, took off her shoes and put them in the mustard seed bag.

She canceled the transformation, flapped her wings and flew down the mountain, almost "flying out" four or five steps, and when she landed, she kicked her feet again and glides down again.

Yi Zhiji had this idea when she saw Su Le going down the mountain.You must know that chickens can fly one or two meters high, so she can also glide like Su Le after turning back into a chicken.

Quan Sule:?

Thank you, but don't compare me with a chicken. Although I haven't seen what a chicken looks like, I feel very inelegant when I hear it.

After fluttering for a long time, Yi Zhiji was tired...and collapsed into a ball on the stone steps.

Who said that chickens can fly one or two meters high, she works so hard, she can only keep gliding.

Seeing that there was still more than half of the distance, Yi Zhiji said: "...It's really a loss of money for Dahei to climb up."

But Yi Zhiji also knew that it was because she had turned back into a chicken, and the stone steps that she thought were endless seemed to be extended several times in her eyes.

She just started to "fly" feeling relaxed and at ease, and she even just started to enjoy this feeling of gliding. Every feather can feel the trajectory of the wind, as if she can ride the wind and jump with one leap if she flaps her wings harder. Nine days, but no matter how hard she tried, she could only slow down the rate of decline.

From the back, I felt that the wings could hardly be lifted, as if they were filled with lead, sore and numb. I didn't control the fall well, and my feet were scratched. Jio was hot and painful.

Yi Zhiji, who Ge You lay down for a while, murmured, "I want to eat snail noodles, is there any in the system mall?"

system:?
Why did you jump here suddenly? Before you put your shoes into the mustard bag, didn't you eat all the Lingmi in the mustard bag?Is this bad?

But he still said very professionally [Host, you can refresh the mall, refresh the mall and there will be~]

"roll."

Let the system roll every day (1/1)
……

The sword passed through the male cultivator's body, his face was full of astonishment, the spiritual power contained in his body faded like a tide, and there seemed to be an endless black hole behind him, devouring his spiritual power.

Without hesitation, he operated the method and rushed forward, but because of the lack of spiritual power, he couldn't escape very far, he just let the sword get out of his body.

Blood spewed out, and at such a blood loss rate, he might not be able to last long at the golden core stage, but there was no way, if he hesitated for a few seconds, his whole body's spiritual power would be taken away, and he would also melt away. Make a mummy.

He pressed the wound in fear, and threw several pills into his mouth while fleeing for his life, but it was useless. There was a strange force blocking the healing of the wound.I... I can't die, I am the future clan of Qianji Pill Sect, I am Gu Nanting, the eldest son of the Gu family.

Gu Nanting staggered and ran towards the door, raised his hand and grabbed the elegant and easy-going scholar standing at the door: "Nephew, hurry up and call..."

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly stopped. He actually wanted to pull his nephew back to block the assassin who might catch up, but found that he couldn't pull it at all.

Didn't nephew just practice Qi?Even if you are very talented, it is impossible to resist your own strength?The gap between several big realms?
The smile on the nephew's face was still the same. He was calm and composed a few seconds ago, and had a superior attitude towards this young man. The smile on his face now made him look terrified.

"You...you are..." He backed away in fear, but he didn't dare to retreat too far. He even grabbed the young man's robe like a puppy, "Gu Jinnian...I didn't offend you, right...save Help me... Please, no..., I don't dare anymore, please forgive me..."

"It's disgusting."

A scolding came from behind Gu Nanting, which made him tremble in fright, but he was suddenly relieved. That assassin didn't kill him, does it mean that he is still useful?He still has a chance to live?

"You can say anything you want, as long as you don't kill me..." Gu Nanting turned his head slowly, but when he saw the assassin's face, he froze in place, "Why are there two... virtuous nephews?"

Gu Nanting suddenly raised his head to look at the person he was holding, and realized that something was wrong. His nephew is usually a serious person, and he rarely sees him moved. This time he came to him, but he was full of joy. He thought This young man has become enlightened and knows how to please himself. Now that he thinks about it, it's really weird.

He let go of his hand and crawled back a few steps, but fearing Gu Jinnian behind him, he slowly crawled towards the corner.

"Wow, is this the person you've been wanting to take revenge on for years? You're so useless." said Gu Jinnian, who could laugh.

He opened his fan and shook it slowly. On the fan was written four large characters "None of your business".

Yes, this Gu Jinnian was pretended by Quan Qing.

The real Gu Jinnian looked at Gu Nanting with hatred in his eyes, and the killing intent spewed out.After hearing Quan Qing talking to him, he immediately restrained his killing intent, looked at Quan Qing with a very respectful expression, and bowed his head on one knee and said: "Yes, thank you, master, for giving me this opportunity to kill the enemy with my own hands. "

After finishing speaking, he raised the handle of the sword that pierced Gu Nanting's body with both hands, the blood on it had disappeared, Quan Qing waved his hand, and the sword turned into a hexagonal black bead and flew into his hand.

The moment the sword left his body, Gu Jinnian let out a muffled snort, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, his few strands of hair turned white in an instant, only a teenager, with a few wrinkles around his eyes.

"Consuming so many lifespans just for this low-level character, um...it seems like his cultivation base is piled up with drugs, is it worth it? Why don't you let me cripple him for you to play with?"

"It's worth it, thank you Master for giving me this opportunity."

"He's not dead yet. It's useful to let him die now," Quan Qing said with a smile, "Does my fan look good? After adding these words, isn't it more handsome?"

"Yes." Gu Jinnian replied, but did not look up at Quan Qing.

Quan Qing closed his fan, stepped forward and tapped his head with the handle of the fan, but Gu Jinnian was still kneeling, unmoved, his black pupils without a gleam of brilliance, like a puddle of stagnant water.

(End of this chapter)