This witch, please stay

Chapter 46
When they left the city, there were a few big bellies at the gate, city guards who raised their light armor high up in front of them, and two of them were leaning against the wall of the doorway with their long spears in their arms and taking a nap, as if they were already familiar with the road. Looking at it from the ground, I can't see that the two men standing with their heads bowed are sleeping soundly.

The other two city guards each held a bottle of wine, took a sip as if they were fooling themselves, then put it in the armor in front of them, and then took a sip out of the mic.

Of the remaining eight city guards, the four inside and the four outside stood in front of the gate, looking quite serious, either they were on duty after losing in the boxing game, or it was their turn to stand guard at this time.

It seems that the change of the Rouge Building in the city has not yet reached the city gate, so the group of the instigator went out of the city gate almost without any hindrance.

A relatively flat official road leads directly to the south and exits the city gate, but it only extends for a few miles before blending into the messy dirt and stone road.

It seems to be using this method to indicate that the scope of the city ends here.

After recalling it in his mind for a moment, everything he saw and heard along the way from the city to the city gate and then to the severed official road under his feet immediately appeared in his mind.

With just a "look", Xun Ming roughly estimated the approximate length of the official road under his feet.

The corrupt officials in this place... are a bit rampant...

Xun Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a faint suffocation in his heart.

But it was only for a moment, and the hostility that was just beginning to surge was suppressed by him.

How can you pay attention to everything in the world?

If you really care about it, you will eventually have to take care of such trivial things as the old lady buying vegetables.

Can't finish it, it's too late.

If you really have to take care of everything, then what kind of immortal is there?

Feeling as if he had figured it out, but as if he hadn't figured it out, Xun Ming sighed indistinctly, and then looked at the two people beside him.

Jiang Sinan rolled his eyes up, as if he didn't know what he was thinking.

Jia Xianren, on the other hand, gnawed on a coarse-grain cake with great joy. After taking two bites, he raised his head and took a sip of water, appearing extremely organized.

At first, when Jiang Sinan took out two coarse-grain cakes, Xun Ming's eyes suddenly turned strange.

I don't know if Xun Ming felt a little apprehensive about it, but Jiang Sinan explained to himself, "This thing can fight hunger", and then threw the two surprisingly large coarse-grain cakes to Jia Xianren.

After a short pause, he took out a sheepskin bag filled with water and threw it to him.

Just when Xun Ming changed his mind about Jiang Sinan, a hero who can eat coarse grain cakes, he saw that bastard threw a bigu pill into his mouth after throwing away the water bag... …

There are encounters in mountains and rivers, so naturally there are also partings.

Seeing that the official path under his feet had just come to an end, Xun Ming had the idea of ​​parting.

"I will continue to go south, where are you going?"

"South? Are you going to Nanchanzhou?" Jiang Sinan, who heard about the south, naturally thought of "his own territory", suddenly became interested and asked curiously.

Xun Ming didn't hide anything from this unexpected encounter, saying:

"I'm going to go outside Haishan Pass."

Hearing Xun Ming utter the most terrifying words in the most flat tone, Jiang Sinan's face with a smirk on his face suddenly froze, and he almost blurted out a catchphrase "Damn it".

This buddy is really desperate...

"Eh, isn't it? You're not out of your mind, are you? You're a little monk who doesn't even have a golden core. What are you doing there? Give the head?" Jiang Sinan still had some conscience, saying, "If you really want to go, I'll just let you go." I'm going to stop you."

Sword repair geniuses like them are considered to be popular in Xianzong, but they all have lists in other clans.

Recognized on the battlefield, not to mention the golden pill, even the "immortal" who has just opened the fairy gate is not a small temptation.

It is actually quite appropriate to say that it is a gift of the head.

Seeing that his "painstaking persuasion" had no effect on Xun Ming, Jiang Sinan couldn't help but sighed in his heart, "Damn it, the geniuses of these great sects are more difficult to listen to than one!"

Of course, this sentence is not only for Xun Ming, but also for those fellow monks who are annoyed by him so much that they will draw swords as soon as they meet.

Then Jiang Sinan saw Xun Ming roll his eyes, and pouted helplessly:

"Can we not talk about Jindan, I know you are a great monk in the Jindan realm, okay?"

See what you can do!

"I know that place where human life is the least valuable, but I have a reason to go." Before Jiang Sinan could answer, Xun Ming said in a flat tone.

It's just that when he said "I must go", he felt an inexplicable emotion suddenly surging in his heart, but it was fleeting.

Hearing this, Jiang Sinan stopped trying to persuade him.

The sage said: "The number of friends is rare."

For some words, it’s good to reach the end of the point, and convey the semantic meaning.

Jiang Sinan usually looks careless like a reckless man, and he always likes to read fairy books and go to brothels, but in fact, as the young master of Nanchanzhou's second-in-command Immortal Sect Misty Sect, he reads a lot of sage books , just not like those sour scholars, who seem to be poor, and rush to spit out a little bit of ink in their stomachs, so that the whole world will know, "Huo, this scholar is so fucking learned!"

Xun Ming is also the same, but in terms of "integration and mastery", he is still more than a little worse than our Uncle Jiang. Looking at his appearance as a scholar, tsk tsk, no way.

Thinking about myself, it was an interesting "meeting by chance", and then I and that big-headed master were "notorious" old drinking buddies.

How can the two brothers be regarded as "friends", right?
After thinking about it for a while, Jiang Sinan had a plan in mind.

"I originally planned to take Brother Jia to the Shanze Academy on the border of Beiaizhou and Dongshengzhou to try his luck. Maybe he could be a student, and at the worst, he could be named as an accompanying student. "

Every academy has a great Confucian in command, and every wine-sacrificing Confucian who sits in the academy, at worst, has the realm of Nascent Soul.

Not to mention that a wine-sacrificing Confucian sits in a school, like sitting in a small world, and his combat power can at least be raised to a large level, and Yuanying sits in the sit, that is like an immortal.

As for other more trivial reasons, there are more. All in all, even if those evil spirits are out of their minds, they will not hit the school with their ideas.

So letting Jia Xianren stay in the academy was definitely not a bad choice, it could even be said to be an excellent choice.

Originally, Jia Xianren, who was still gnawing sesame seed cakes by himself, heard that his name was joined with the "Shanze Academy" that was so high in the sky, the coarse grain cake he just gnawed in his mouth It almost fell to the ground.

What?I?Go to Shanze Academy?Still a student? !
So Jia Xianren's mind suddenly fell into a "downtime", and he froze in place.

Confucianism 72 Academy, that is the Holy Land in the heart of every scholar, almost [-]% of the great Confucianism, are from the Academy!
And every scholar has a dream in his heart of being able to enter the academy to study.

But this dream was buried so deep in Jia Xianren's heart that he almost forgot it.

After all, there are too many distant things, as long as one accidentally takes a look at them, it will make people feel ashamed.

Hearing Jiang Sinan's words, Xun Ming was also a little surprised, but after being surprised, he thought of some other questions.

The mud-legged scholars from a mountain village in Jia Xianren were far worse than the Confucian scholars in the academy.

Suddenly, they flew too high for the two of them, and the only end would be to fall to pieces without their help.

So Xun Ming pondered for a moment, then spoke again.

(End of this chapter)