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Ji Mingzhao didn't expect Zhou Jingzhi's attitude to change so drastically, and he didn't even realize that this sincere Wuhao youth was a martial idiot.

Anyone who falls into the hands of such a big baby who can detect information will cherish it, and Wei Mingyue is no exception. Therefore, she sent Zhou Jingzhi, the strongest in their generation, out of respect for Ji Ming. Consideration of personal safety.

"...You can't learn."

"How do you know if you don't learn!" Zhou Jingzhi approached Ji Mingzhao very persistently, "I'm sure I can."

Ji Mingzhao glanced at Zhou Jingzhi: "...you really can't learn it."

Zhou Jingzhi was very persistent: "There are few spells that I can't learn."

……

But you really can't learn this, isn't she, Ji Mingzhao, the one who is the best? The one who is the best is obviously that piece of clay!

"...It's not me who is amazing," Ji Mingzhao said frankly, "It's the clay that I accidentally got from a fairy that has this miraculous ability."

"Really?" Zhou Jingzhi still didn't believe it.

There are tens of thousands of spells in this world. Zhou Jingzhi once saw a side door where the puppet silk thread was sealed in the body to drive the puppets at the Yisanxiu. She knew that there were thousands of spells in the world, and they were inexhaustible. The grace of these ancestors may not be known to those side doors.

"Really." Ji Mingzhao, a rascal in this world, seldom speaks the truth in order to deal with it, but unexpectedly, the truth cannot be trusted by others.

"Let's just trust you."

Zhou Jingzhi was still skeptical, but still let Ji Mingzhao go: "You can't lie to me."

Ji Mingzhao had a mouthful of old blood stuck in her throat, and she almost choked on it. This brother would rather believe that Ji Mingzhao, who is at the beginning stage of Qi training, is capable, than believe that there is a gift from the gods in this world, right? !

After Zhou Jingzhi confirmed that Ji Mingzhao was not lying, she finally let Ji Mingzhao go.

In the next three days, Ji Mingzhao, Xue Wenwen and Zhou Jingzhi all had a very happy time.

Ji Mingzhao and Zhou Jingzhi would never meet unless necessary, but there were no necessary incidents during the trip, so Ji Mingzhao and Zhou Jingzhi never met.

On the third day, the flying boat landed at a certain place in the back mountain of Xuantianzong, which stretched for thousands of miles. Zhou Jingzhi asked Ji Mingzhao, "Is there a flying boat?"

Ji Mingzhao nodded: "Master gave one."

"Your master gave you the seal of Fu Mozong, no."

After finishing speaking, he took out a very small flying boat from his bag: "Use this."

"No one will come to this valley, I will wait for you here."

After Ji Mingzhao took over the flying boat and said goodbye to Zhou Jingzhi, Zhou Jingzhi went straight back to his big flying boat with several luxurious suites.

This flying boat is really very small, there is only room for one person to sit and stand in Ji Mingzhao's cabin, and with Ji Mingzhao's legs curled up, Xue Wen can only halfway in.

He tried many positions, but the two long legs couldn't fit, so he could only discuss with Ji Mingzhao: "Can I hold you?"

Ji Mingzhao nodded and made way for Xue Wen with great difficulty.

"...How long are we going to fly?" Ji Mingzhao put his hands on his knees and buried his head deeply in them.

...Why is the flying boat given by Zhou Jingzhi so small? !

In Ji Mingzhao's conception, it is not suitable for Ji Mingzhao to be encircled like a romantic idol drama. This flying boat is too narrow, so narrow that it breaks through the limit of intimacy.

Sitting on Xue Wen's lap, Ji Mingzhao would bump into the top of the flying boat just by lifting his head a little bit. Xue Wen is not much better. He is 1.9 meters tall. This is what explains what a good man is. Standing upright, he alone, even with his legs crossed, filled the space to the brim, without the slightest gap.

This is completely different from the hug that Ji Mingzhao had expected before. With Xue Wen's body size, there is no room for any pink bubbles to enter the flying boat.

...what's going on...

I remember I'm not allergic to romance either...

Nine out of ten unsatisfactory things happen in this world, but Ji Mingzhao always feels that it is possible for him to be unsatisfactory.

"...my leg is numb."

"……you shut up."

"……Oh."

The two walked in this narrow space for half an hour, and then they arrived at the back mountain of Xuantianzong, which came out of the Valley of No Return.

This place is the junction between Xuantianzong and the outside world, and few people come here on weekdays, so Ji Mingzhao chose to let the flying boat land here.

"I'm falling apart..."

The moment Ji Mingzhao climbed out of the flying boat, he felt that his soul seemed to be sublimated.

Xue Wen staggered out of the flying boat with his waist supported. In order to put his legs into the cabin, his waist pressed against the wooden board on the edge of the flying boat's cabin. After walking for an hour, he felt very sore.

Ji Mingzhao took down the Yanghuo Talisman, and together with Xue Wen, planned to follow the back mountain from the mountain to get into Xuantianzong.

When he was about to reach Xuantianzong, Ji Mingzhao suddenly saw a thin maroon horse standing beside a grave mound and gnawing the newly grown grass on the mound.

This is……

Ji Mingzhao didn't know why, but his heart suddenly jumped.

She took a closer look at the tomb next to the skinny horse, and the word Ning Zhi was impressively engraved on the tombstone.

Ning Zhi still died, on the seventh day after leaving the valley.

His former fellow sect buried his tomb outside the Valley of No Return, and he could see the former sect when he looked up.

Ji Mingzhao didn't know what kind of feeling she felt in her heart. A sense of oppression spread from her chest filled her chest cavity. There is a difference between death and death for a living person.

If a stranger whose name is not known dies, at most he will sigh how he is so young, what a pity.

But if you said a few words to you before your death, you will feel that this person is different, and you will shed two tears for him sincerely.

Ning Zhi was too young, so young that he didn't even want to think about what a young corpse was behind the tombstone. This corpse could run, jump, and had a lot of futures.

But now, there is only this far away sect standing alone at the exit of Wuhui Valley. I always feel that rather than wanting him to see the distant sect, it is better to say that he picked it up from somewhere and threw it back there. The place is relatively close to the Zongmen.

The maroon spirit horse just stood quietly beside the tombstone, as if missing the friend under the tombstone, more like a dazed one with nowhere to go.

The more Ji Mingzhao looked at it, the more he felt that the horse looked familiar. Although the horse's face was not much different, it was Ji Mingzhao's first horse after all, so naturally he could still remember every detail of the horse's face.

"... Hui Hui?"

The horse heard someone calling him, raised his head subconsciously, looked around very blankly, and after confirming that there was no one around, lowered his head again and continued to gnaw the fresh grass on the grave.

Ji Mingzhao wondered if he should pull Huihui away at this time.

If Hui Hui is not allowed to eat it, the grass on Ning Zhi's grave will grow at least two meters high, but if Hui Hui is allowed to eat it...

I always feel that even if Ning Zhi has already gone to reincarnate, this tomb is just an empty tomb, but in the end I still don't respect it very much.

small theater:
Ji Mingzhao: It's all the clay's ability, not me!

Zhou Jingzhi: I don't believe it!
Ji Mingzhao: I am Emperor Qin X, and now I am going to lead an army of millions back to my hometown. If you help me with a low-grade spirit stone, I will take you with me.

Zhou Jingzhi (feeling towards the sac):? ? ?Really?
Ji Mingzhao: You'd rather believe that I'm Emperor Qin X than believe that I'm a qi-training little wretch without the blessings of heaven, right? ! ! ! !