Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 823
The sky turned fish-bellied white, and under the lingering morning mist, the young man's face was as soft as jade.

Ying Baoyue stepped back on the ground with one foot that had already stepped on the pedal, looked at Ji Jiashu and smiled, "Morning."

"Morning," Ji Jiashu looked at her and said, "I get up early to practice morning exercises."

It means that he is not waiting here to block her.

"I know," Ying Baoyue looked at the Chunlei sword still stained with sweat by his waist, "You are really hardworking."

It's rare to see such a hardworking person from such a good background, and the actions of this young man along the way can tell that this is not forced by Ji Mo.

"Not as good as you," Ji Jiashu said while looking at Ying Baoyue.

This young girl has walked a journey that many people can't finish in a year in just over a month.

"Many of my situations were forced out," Ying Baoyue said with a smile, quietly waiting for the end of this wave of business bragging.

However, she didn't expect that Ji Jiashu would pull back the words she had left in the next moment.

These days, he has a question that he has always wanted to ask her, why didn't she come back after knowing those killers that day?
Did she always get through these chases like this?
But he couldn't ask.Because he could vaguely sense that the environment in which this girl grew up was probably more dangerous than he had imagined.

Without the suffering of others, you are not qualified to ask.

In the end, Ji Jiashu could only look at her and ask, "We are leaving today, do you really have nothing to tell me?"

She told so many people that night, but he was the only one who didn't.

"Are you... you don't want to talk to me?" Ji Jiashu asked softly, not talking about personal affairs, he can be regarded as a force in tomorrow's team.It stands to reason that his actions will affect many people, so arrange him with this woman's rigorous reasoning.

"How could it be?" Ying Baoyue stood up straight and said seriously, "It's not that I don't come to you, but I know."

"I know that you have always been measured and are a mature practitioner."

Ji Jiashu was startled when he heard this.

Ying Baoyue looked into the eyes of the person in front of her, and remembered his behavior at the primary ceremony.This young man is not an emotional person, but can maintain absolute rationality when encountering major events.

Only such a person can become the God Dance Realm.

"We are practitioners," Ying Baoyue looked at Ji Jiashu and said with a smile, "ruthless practitioners."

He and she, both.

The more advanced practitioners are, the more ruthless they need to be.

Because they have many people to protect, they must be divided into a certain order.

Just like when Zihua Mountain collapsed, Li Mengyang, the chief examiner, ordered high-level practitioners to save ordinary people, and low-level practitioners were not allowed to seek help.Although she didn't like Li Mengyang, Ying Baoyue knew very well that the order he gave was correct.

Ying Baoyue and Ji Jiashu stood face to face, looking at the bright eyes of the young man in front of him, Ying Baoyue understood that he really understood what she meant.

"You are really cruel," Ji Jiashu looked at her and said quietly, with a wry smile, "Of course I know what I should do."

The so-called principle of practitioners saving lives, for example, if she and Ji Ange had an accident at the same time, he must give priority to saving Ji Ange.

Because she is ranked sixth, and Ji Ange is ranked seventh.

Practitioners should give priority to saving people with lower ranks.

This is the coldness that belongs only to practitioners.

Mature practitioners should avoid feelings.

Both he and she understood.

"So I know you understand," Ying Baoyue looked at him with a smile, "I will leave Qingyuan and An Ge to you."

"Okay," Ji Jiashu nodded.As the blood of the Chief Commander, Ji Qingyuan and Ji Ange have always been coveted outside and must not fall into the hands of others.

Looking into the eyes of the girl in front of him, he paused, "Don't worry."

"Well," Ying Baoyue smiled and looked up at the mountains and forests shrouded in thick fog in the distance, "We are about to set off."

"Well," Ji Jiashu also nodded, and the two were about to return to the car side by side, when the sound of wings flapping suddenly came from their ears.

The chirping of countless birds resounded throughout the forest.

Ying Baoyue turned her head suddenly, and saw a black pigeon rushing towards their carriage like a shooting star.

"Heitan?" She opened her eyes wide in astonishment, "How is this..."

Before she could finish speaking, the pigeon slammed into the closed car window with a bang, and black feathers flew all over the sky, which made Ying Baoyue and Ji Jiashu dumbfounded.

"What happened?"

Zhao Guang rushed out of the car, and caught the pigeon that slid down from the car window and hit it with all kinds of meat and vegetables. "What's wrong with you, stupid bird, so early in the morning?"

"This is... a carrier pigeon?" Song Qian stepped out of the carriage and looked at the pigeon in Zhao Guang's hand curiously, "Is there any urgent letter?"

"Who knows..." Zhao Guang went to check the letterbox on the feet of the black-feathered pigeon that had been knocked unconscious, and at this moment, other figures with flapping wings sounded around the crowd again.

Song Qian raised his head and was taken aback.

After the black-feathered pigeons, many carrier pigeons flew from all directions again, and landed on the shoulders of Zhongtang's guards one after another.

"What? You also have a letter?" Zhao Guang asked as he untied the letter from Heitan's feet, "Could it be the same thing? Is this something important?"

The next moment he opened the letter in his hand, his pupils shrank.

"What's the matter?" Ying Baoyue and Ji Jiashu walked over, looking at Zhao Guang who was frozen in a strange way.

It was the first time they saw the expression of this young man who was usually idle, "Did something important happen?"

"It's really a big deal." Song Qian closed his eyes while looking at the letter in his hand, and looked at Zhao Guang. "Did you send this letter from the capital of Soochow?"

Zhao Guang took a deep breath and nodded.

"Then it seems that the news is true." Song Qian gripped the letter paper in his hand tightly, "How did those people be let in so quietly!"

"What's the matter?" Ji Jiashu asked in a deep voice, "What happened in the capital of the Eastern Wu?"

"The Xirong people are here," Song Qian said quietly, "We have arrived at Ruyang, the capital of Soochow."

The entire forest fell into a dead silence, and everyone who heard this sentence froze in place, doubting their own ears.

Because of these three words, it has not been heard in the Great Wall of Eternal Night for many years.

"Ghost Rong..." Li Jinniang, who was sitting in the carriage, stretched out her arms and hugged herself tightly, shivering, "How is it possible? How could Ghost Rong enter the Great Wall?"

"No one knows," Song Qian looked at the letter in his hand and said in a deep voice, "When he found out, he had already appeared in Ruyang City. The whole Ruyang City is said to be in chaos."

For the six kingdoms within the Great Wall, the Xirong people are man-eating monsters that can stop children crying at night. As Li Jinniang said, ordinary people still call them "ghost Rong", which is enough to show that the people of the six kingdoms are afraid of them.

"What exactly are they here for?" Ji Jiashu clenched the hilt of the sword at his waist, thinking of the timing now, suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"The Xirong people said that they will also participate in the middle-level ceremony." Song Qian looked at the black and white words on the paper and said, he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Nonsense!" Ji Qingyuan stepped down from the carriage, his words were full of anger, "Only the Six Nations can participate in the Intermediate Ceremony!"

"The Xirong people said that they also have excellent practitioners." Song Qian gritted his teeth, "We want to compete with the Central Plains people."

All the young people in the forest widened their eyes and were furious when they heard the words, but the voice of Ying Baoyue sounded in the forest.

"Who is that group of Xirong people leading the team?" Ying Baoyue asked.

Ji Jiashu was shocked when he heard the words, and looked at Song Qian and Zhao Guang, "Could it be..."

"I'm afraid it's the person Chunhua Jun guessed," Song Qian said in a deep voice.

"It's one of the six sons, the Twelve Zhai Kings of Xirong," Zhao Guang said while holding the letter paper tightly in his hand, raising his head.

"Xi Rong, Ghost Huajun."

(End of this chapter)