The drizzle falls and the campfire is quiet.
I don’t know when the atmosphere of conversation in the cave changed.
The strong Wei Huayang corrected his attitude and began to look seriously at Ji Pingan, who did the same.
Similar people will smell each other's scent, and similar people, even if they have never met each other in this life, will notice the attraction from the same soul after just talking for a few words when they meet for the first time.
Divine friendship.
The word suddenly popped into Ji Ping'an's mind and felt that it was inappropriate to use it here, but he couldn't find a more appropriate word.
He was a little surprised that this "reborn person" who could not be found in his memory actually made him appreciate it after a long absence.
Compared with the man's extensive thinking, Wei Huayang is more careful after all, and he was particularly touched by this.
From the initial admiration for the "Star Official" system, later, as the conversation deepened, it turned into surprise for Ji Ping'an.
As the first generation leader of the Taoist sect, Hua Yang was undoubtedly proud. In the era when she suppressed Kyushu, there were very few juniors that she could admire. She didn't expect that hundreds of years later, she would meet another one.
This made her a little curious, what kind of person the Great Zhou Imperial Master was, who could train such a descendant.
During the conversation between the two, Ji Ping'an would often speak accurately as soon as she started a sentence or even before she said it, as if reading her mind.
Of course it's not mind-reading, but two identical souls, in the same scene, facing the same problem, would have the same opinion.
Perhaps because he has read a lot, Ji Ping'an is far better at language expression than Hua Yang, who has been fighting and killing since he was a child. Although he is extremely talented, he doesn't like reading very much.
As a result, Wei Huayang had a strange feeling:
It seemed that some meanings that I couldn't find suitable words to express, but just briefly mentioned them, the man in front of me expressed them in a better way as if they had a clear understanding.
There is a connection between the hearts...
When these four words popped into Wei Huayang's mind, he woke up suddenly, his mind was withdrawn from the strange atmosphere, and his eyes became cold and stern:
"Are you good at talking to women?"
ah?
Ji Ping'an was sharing his views on a certain Taoist technique when he was suddenly interrupted and was confused for a moment.
Wei Huayang's expression was alert and serious:
"Like trying to gain my favor?"
She remembered very clearly that Li Yang had said to her in the past:
If two people have a very happy conversation, there are only two possibilities. Either their souls are really in tune with each other, or the other person's emotional intelligence is much higher than yours and they are deliberately compatible with you.
Wei Huayang has absolute pride and confidence in the field of practice.
But this does not mean that she has no shortcomings and flaws.
For example, the "emotional intelligence" part of winning the favor of the opposite sex... Hua Yang, who has never been in love, will certainly not be good at it.
Any ability requires a lot of practice to master, including geniuses, who only practice and cultivate unconsciously in the first half of life.
Wei Huayang suddenly remembered that the star official in front of him was a prostitute, so he must be very good at how to win the favor of women with sweet words...
But at this moment, the other party is trapped in a cage, and through conversation, he deliberately makes himself relax his vigilance, thereby improving the situation... This is a reasonable inference.
This can explain why a little star official from later generations can discuss the doctrine with his own master without falling behind.
Yes, of course, the other party can never have the same understanding of Taoism and practice as mine, but it makes me feel quite happy, and even feels like a "taoist friend" and a "confidant"...
Therefore, there is only one truth:
He's cheating on me!
Wei Huayang's eyes instantly became cold and stern, the temperature in the cave dropped, and he sneered:
"Are you worthy?!"
Ji Ping'an:? ?
Wait, why did the topic abruptly jump from Dao Dao to here?
What do I deserve?
Ji Ping'an has lived for thousands of years and thinks he has a thorough understanding of everything in the world.
Even though the intrigues and twists and turns in the court were just a child's play, he suddenly realized that he couldn't figure out the woman's thoughts.
Not to mention that Wei Huayang had already completed a series of "rigorous" reasoning in his mind and labeled him a "scumbag".
…
"Is there any misunderstanding..."
Ji Ping'an felt that he could save it.
But the next second, Wei Huayang suddenly turned his head and looked towards the entrance of the cave. He put a finger on his lips and made a "silence" gesture.
Ji Ping'an was startled and tried his best to catch the sounds outside the cave. Gradually, he distinguished the sound of footsteps coming from far and near in the drizzle.
The two looked at each other and saw the thoughts in each other's eyes:
"somebody is coming!"
Ji Ping'an frowned. Now the entire Sanhuang County is shrouded in disease. This place is quite remote, and it is definitely not easy to get along with people who are so close.
Of course, it could also be an "Iron Corpse".
However, the next second, the sound coming from outside the cave broke their illusions.
"Hey, what a couple, they really know how to find a place to hide." A sharp and hoarse voice sounded, full of ridicule.
At the right time, two figures walked out of the jungle. They stared at the drizzle blocking the entrance of the cave and stopped.
Ji Ping'an is a cultivator. Although his spiritual essence is exhausted, his basic "night vision ability" is still there.
Looking past the bonfire and the entrance of the cave, I saw the two people dressed clearly.
One of them was a middle-aged man with green eyes who was wearing a black robe embroidered with the totem patterns of the Four Saints. His face was abnormally pale and he was holding a purple flag in his hand.
The second was a warrior wearing a raincoat and holding two swords. He silently protected the former with alert eyes.
The green-eyed middle-aged man who just spoke faced the scrutiny of the men and women in the cave and raised the corners of his mouth:
"Hey, I'm pretty good at playing. What's this called...oh, what kind of fun does it seem to be?"
He was referring to Ji Ping'an being bound by chains.
Wei Huayang's face turned ugly for a moment, as if he was extremely dissatisfied with being misunderstood and having an affair with a strange man.
She stood up and held the five fingers of her right hand in vain. The scabbard originally placed on the ground suddenly vibrated.
With a "click" sound, it landed on the palm of my hand.
Ji Ping'an looked equally ugly:
"The people from the Four Saints are catching up. It seems that they tracked me here through clues or the induction of the magician's broken arm. Let me go and return my things to me, so that I can help you."
Wei Huayang didn't even look at him. He seemed still angry and said in a cold tone:
"No need."
With that said, she took the first step out of the cave, as if she felt that she could kill the two of them on her own.
There was no nonsense or pleasantries. As soon as the two sides met, it was a sword-to-sword encounter.
Just when she took this step, the bonfire beside Wei Huayang began to tremble violently, and the wind blew up. Her messy hair trembled, but her eyes were extremely sharp.
The slender black-red scabbard in his hand trembled, and the sword hilt popped out with a "click".
"Buzz!"
At this moment, a thin sword like water was flying in the air. If you slow down the camera, you can clearly see the details of the thin sword body shaking and shaking.
Wei Huayang touched the ground with the front of his boots, leaned forward, raised his dark red sarong, and instantly rushed out of the sky. In the process, he grabbed the hilt of the sword and stabbed forward.
Flowing clouds and flowing water.
"What a ruthless little girl!" Outside the cave, the middle-aged man with green eyes was already on guard. He took action almost at the same moment, rubbing the command flag hard with his two big skinny hands.
The flag is fluttering and the wind is howling.
The middle-aged man's upper body robe suddenly slipped off, and his skinny back was actually covered with a tattoo depicting the fangs of a young man.
"The world is full of strange sects and the ways of gods and ghosts."
Ji Ping'an dug up the origin of this sect from his memory and knew that the techniques mastered by this strange sect were the prototypes imitated by the "Hell Gate" in "Xinwu".
The monks of Shengui Dao can draw tattoos on human skin, and then use their own skins to store the gods and ghosts.
At this moment, the tattoo of gods and ghosts lit up. In the dark rainy night, a formation aperture opened under the middle-aged man's feet, and a light cyan light gushed out from the ground.
A huge, green-faced ghost about ten feet tall climbed up from the light and stood behind the middle-aged man. His big yellow eyes locked on Wei Huayang and he raised his hand and pointed.
"boom!"
The air rippled, as if a bullet had been fired. Looking carefully, it was discovered that it was the sharp nails shot by the Qingmiao ghost.
Stand-in messenger... Seeing this scene, Ji Ping'an couldn't help but think of the anime he had watched when he was still on Earth, and felt a sense of déjà vu.
This is the true appearance of the magic of ghosts and ghosts, and the one at the Gate of Hell is just a poor imitation.
"Be careful, this thing is designed to hit the soul." Ji Ping'an reminded.
However, Wei Huayang's sword, covered with green light, had accurately struck the tip of the "nail".
The time that slowed down suddenly sped up!
The nails, which were illusory and non-existent, instantly sank into Wei Huayang's body. However, the expected severe pain in her soul did not occur, and her forward posture did not change at all.
That's right... the spirit of the reborn person is powerful, and there is no problem in resisting a shot... Ji Ping'an thought.
The next second, Wei Huayang was seen arriving in front of the latter.
However, the middle-aged man did not hide or avoid it, as if he had no regard for life and death.
Until the two swords in the hands of the martial artist next to him flicked away, and he dodged to protect the former, and the two swords crossed in front of him.
"clang!"
Sparks flew everywhere, Wei Huayang's attack was blocked, his toes on the ground did not move, his body suddenly leaned back, and he retreated.
"Kill her!"
The green-eyed middle-aged man gave the order, waved a small flag, and controlled the "substitute ghosts" to rush out brazenly.
The muscles of the latter's knotted arms bulged, and he shook hands into fists. His expressionless face smashed down his fists wildly, leaving a large afterimage.
Wei Huayang snorted coldly and subconsciously wanted to use Taoism to restrain him, but suddenly he thought of something and used a certain sword technique instead.
The long sword swung, soft green light splashed out, and the gods and ghosts were temporarily immobilized. Wei Huayang appeared behind the middle-aged man and slashed him with his sword.
But he was stopped by the double-sword martial artist again, and he had no choice but to retreat, facing the counterattack of the "gods and ghosts" who broke free.
Inside the cave.
Ji Ping'an squinted at the battlefield. The elites of the Four Holy Sects were indeed extraordinary. When casting this magic, the "sorcerer" was unable to do it.
Therefore, if a melee warrior is used as a guard, he may not be good at attacking, but he is very good at guarding.
The two swords danced into a large and dense net. No matter how hard Wei Huayang tried, it was difficult to break through the defense——
This made Wei Huayang even more annoyed. It was not that she was incapable of cracking it, but if she tried her best, her identity as a "Taoist" would be exposed, which would cause some trouble.
Of course, as the first-generation head teacher, her swordsmanship is also extremely strong, and she is a monster who has reached the highest level in both Taoism and martial arts.
But now the cultivation of this body has seriously restricted her performance, so that with the cooperation of the two opponents, she was gradually forced to fall into a disadvantage.
Wei Huayang suddenly had beads of sweat on his forehead and had a headache for a moment. He was both angry at the loss of his own cultivation and secretly angry at Ji Ping'an behind him——
If I hadn't been worried about being caught out by him, how could I be in such a mess?
However, at this moment, Ji Ping'an, who was bound in the cave like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, suddenly spoke:
"It turns out that you are a descendant of the Beixi Sword Sect, so it's easy to deal with it. Don't fight with them. The Shengui Sect has a very strong endurance, and the guards with these two swords will never leave. There is no benefit in delaying it. To think about it differently, remember what I just said Did you say that the opponent’s gods and ghosts are attacking the souls?”
Wei Huayang's heart suddenly brightened:
There is an iron rule in the world of spiritual practice, that is, any soul magic method is related to the soul of the caster.
She immediately gave up the attack and retreated. The sword technique in her hand suddenly raised a brilliant blue flame, covering the huge gods and ghosts that flew over.
Ji Ping'an said: "Beixi's Thirteen Moves."
Wei Huayang subconsciously ran this sword technique, and the green flame went out and condensed into a thin line. The god and ghost happened to break through the flame and hit the sword energy, and his body was pierced.
"Autumn leaves." Ji Pingan said again: "Bottom left."
Wei Huayang's sword force reversed, and suddenly countless trees swayed in the drizzle, and leaves fell one after another.
The point where the sword tip landed happened to knock out the prototype of a short ghost from the invisible state.
far away.
The green-eyed middle-aged man was shocked, making the flag wave wildly, and controlled the two gods and ghosts to take action.
However, Wei Huayang, who did not understand the "Shen and Ghost Sect", quickly defeated them under Ji Ping'an's guidance.
And after she deliberately bought a flaw, it even caused the double-sword warrior to give up his defense and decisively draw out his sword.
"It was tricked!"
Wei Huayang's eyes lit up, and his body shook like a butterfly. He removed one of the martial artist's arms with one sword, and the arm holding the single sword flew out in the drizzle, like a piece of dead wood.
Among the latter's screams, Wei Huayang heard a voice:
"It's now!"
Without hesitation, she instantly appeared behind the green-eyed middle-aged man, slashing his head with a sword!
"bass!"
When the middle-aged man's head flew up, he had not yet reacted, and was still staring at Ling Qi with burning eyes.
It wasn't until he noticed that his field of vision had flipped, that the world was spinning, and he saw clearly the heroine in the red dress holding a sword below, standing behind him, that his green pupils suddenly shrank, and then turned bit by bit gray.
Wei Huayang raised his sword and fired a beam of sword energy, shattering the head spinning in the air.
Then he killed the warrior who had broken an arm and was running for his life.
Not long after, she returned to the cave gracefully, with blood pouring from her rapier.
But her expression was very calm, as if killing two people in a row was easy and satisfying for her.
"Thanks."
After hesitating for a moment, Wei Huayang was still a little reluctant and said these two words uncomfortably.
At the same time, I was somewhat surprised to find that in the battle just now, the two of them cooperated extremely well.
Yes, tacit understanding.
It was obviously the first time they met, the first time they fought against the enemy together, but they had an incomparable tacit understanding, as if they had always been like this.
so weird.
Ji Ping'an laughed, his teeth white as snow under the firelight:
"Can you untie the chains?"
"no!"
Wei Huayang decisively rejected it, and then when he saw Ji Ping'an's depressed face and lowered head, he suddenly felt a little relieved. The anger he had for being "scumbag" had dissipated.
Well... I guess he will make up for it.
Wei Huayang sheathed his sword, put out the bonfire with one palm in a good mood, picked up one end of the chain on the ground, thought about it, shook off the binding on his lower body, and kept the upper body.
He pulled Ji Ping'an up and said:
"This place is no longer safe. We will travel overnight to take you to Yuhang."
Ji Ping'an didn't resist. Although he was helpless being tied up, being able to move his lower body was at least a huge improvement, right?
He smiled and said hello, and then he realized belatedly that for some reason, his temper suddenly became particularly good when facing the heroine in the red dress.
Although he usually has a gentle and polite character, he doesn't like to act like a big shot and act majestic.
But the premise is to face friends and people, not enemies.
Just like many reborn people he had seen in the past two months, including Ding Huan, they were not gentle at all, only ruthless.
Therefore, Ji Ping'an has never been a good person. He is afraid of being cold and cruel. It stands to reason that being tied up by a "reborn person" like this, even if he is not angry, he should be unhappy.
But somehow it didn't, and instead I felt happy and relaxed.
…
After leaving the cave, the two found the mounts of the two Four Saints nearby, and rode them towards Yuhang for a while.
It's just that it's difficult to walk on a rainy night, and the speed is hard to compliment.
Until dawn, the two horses almost fainted from exhaustion, so the two simply abandoned their horses and walked.
They decided not to take the road at all, but to climb over the mountains and walk through the canyons to get rid of the opponent's pursuit.
…
early morning.
The sky was dim and bright, and the rain that had been falling all night had stopped, but the sky did not really clear up. It was just cloudy, and mist began to form on the wilderness, and the clouds and mountains were covered with mist.
Wei Huayang was wearing a bamboo hat, carrying a small bundle on his back, and a sword scabbard slung across his waist, walking in waist-deep grass.
There is a wet chain in his hand, and at the end is Ji Pingan, who is wearing an indigo robe and is dressed as a Taoist priest.
The two of them had just climbed over a mountain. In front of them was a gentle open valley, shrouded in white mist, and muddy under their feet. As the two walked through the grass, their clothes quickly got wet.
"Do you want to take a rest? Refresh yourself?" Ji Pingan suddenly suggested:
"After a while, that bronze corpse may make trouble again. You must regain your strength to suppress it."
Wei Huayang paused and thought it made sense, so he pulled him to an open space filled with gravel, raised his hand and blew the flames to bake away the moisture.
When the two sat opposite each other, Wei Huayang took off his hat, shook his damp hair that was flattened by the hat, remained silent for a moment, and asked:
"How do you know about Beixi Sword Sect?"
Ji Ping'an was stunned for a moment before he remembered that the other party was asking about the scene where he reminded him aloud last night.
Speaking of which, it seems that I was walking in silence that night and barely spoke, so I have nothing to talk about right now? Or have you been holding back your doubts all this time?
Ji Ping'an looked calm:
"I have read through many books. Well, there are many books in the Qintian Prison. They record the Beixi Sword Sect. It seems that it was a practice sect in the north adjacent to the barbarian territory hundreds of years ago during the war between humans and monsters. Later, It seems that it was wiped out by the barbarians? In short, it has less contact with the Central Plains, but its general outline of the sword technique was later spread and collected by major sects."
This is half true and half false.
However, he is indeed not very familiar with the Beixi Sect. He only came into contact with the disciples of the Beixi Sect by chance during the Liyang period, but he did not have much interaction with them.
Later, when he went to pacify the barbarians as a national master, he "borrowed" this sword manual from the barbarian king and studied it.
Therefore, when Wei Huayang used the Sword Drawing Technique, he recognized him and guessed that he was a strong man from the Beixi Sword Sect...
Well, this makes sense. This sect is actually very strong. Legend has it that it was once powerful in ancient times, but it is located in "Beiguanzhou" and has little contact with the Central Plains cultivation world.
Wei Huayang remained silent, which was regarded as his acquiescence.
But she felt a little proud in her heart. The reason why she knew the Beixi swordsmanship was because she caught a strong man from the Beixi sect and "questioned" it during the establishment of the Taoist sect.
Well, it’s the kind of question you would ask after killing someone.
During the brief contact, she had realized that this little star official was astute, profound, and knowledgeable.
Therefore, I deliberately chose the Beixi Sect as a sect disguised as a sect with a weak presence but a rich foundation.
Sure enough, he successfully deceived the other party.
"I see, then you usually love reading." Wei Huayang complimented without saying anything.
Being praised suddenly... Ji Pingan glanced at her unexpectedly and said:
"Actually, it's not bad. The disciples of the major sects all have to watch it more or less."
Wei Huayang said "Oh" and said:
"So besides practicing and studying, what else do you do in your daily life?"
Ji Ping'an thought for a while and said:
"Cooking, planting flowers, and carving some gadgets. That's about it."
Wei Huayang glanced at him: "Can you still cook?"
Ji Ping'an smiled and said, "What's so strange about this? Don't you know how?"
Wei Huayang was speechless. She really didn't know how.
The Huayang heroine, who was born in a sect, had no worries about food and clothing since she was a child. She had maids to serve her. Later, she traveled around the world and had no shortage of money. She only needed to go to restaurants when she was hungry, let alone after she became a strong person.
The first generation leader of the Taoist sect, the great monk of Shenzang, suppressed the women of Kyushu...
No matter how you think about it, these titles have nothing to do with "cooking".
But being asked like this by a man seemed a bit shameful, so she said:
"Of course I can, but I don't do much. Practitioners don't have enough time to pursue the great path. Cooking is a waste of time."
Ji Pingan nodded, shook his head, and said with some emotion:
"I used to think like you, wholeheartedly pursuing the great road, but then I... got sick. After I recovered, I felt that if I could only practice cultivation, I wouldn't even enjoy the scenery, food, and wine. It’s such a shame to die, so I started to care about food and vegetables. Well, the focus is on how to balance practice and life.”
Wei Huayang sneered:
"You are so young and have only lived a few years? Are you talking about balance?"
Ji Ping'an didn't argue and said with a smile:
"It's too cold in the Beixi Sword Sect there, and it's not as bustling as the Central Plains. I think there are fewer temptations, and it's indeed easier to focus on practice. Will you feel uncomfortable coming to the Central Plains this time? Oh, you must have changed your body. Not used to it... Speaking of which, are you used to this body? When Tiankui comes..."
Wei Huayang narrowed his eyes.
Ji Ping'an changed the topic:
"I mean, there are a lot of delicacies in Jiangnan. Especially if you have been away from this world for many years, you may not have tried many new dishes. There are several time-honored restaurants in Yuhang City that taste very good. You can try them."
Wei Huayang was a little moved and silently wrote down the names of several "time-honored brands" he mentioned. On the surface, he looked like he was not happy with things:
"You quite like eating and drinking. Do you know how to drink?"
"Of course, a small drink, not a lot."
"That's okay, being drunk is really annoying... When was the first time you practiced?"
In the wilderness, white mist drifted, and the two sat on an open space paved with dry gravel, chatting awkwardly.
What Wei Huayang wanted to do was to dig out some information from the Qintian Supervisor genius that could not be found in the market.
But that’s how chatting happens, and sometimes you don’t know where it will go.
"For someone of your age, it's not bad to have such achievements. You were very popular among women in the capital of the gods, such as... a saint?" Wei Huayang asked tentatively.
I want to use this topic to explore the secrets - the reason why I don't interrogate directly is that I feel that what I get may not be the truth.
Ji Ping'an thought for a while and said:
"The saint is just an ordinary friend. As for being popular...it's okay, but I don't care much about it."
Wei Huayang raised his eyebrows: "How many have we talked to?"
Women of any age are extremely interested in other people's feelings, especially those who have an inexplicable obsession with asking innocent little boys.
Headmaster Huayang was no exception, and he felt that given his age, there was nothing shameful in asking about this.
"..." Ji Ping'an was silent for a moment, and suddenly felt that he had been too passive and had become a bit habitual of assuming the role of "junior".
So I decided to pull back.
He smiled: "I like equal exchange."
kindness? Wei Huayang frowned in confusion.
Ji Ping'an said: "How many more have you talked to?"
kindness? ! Wei Huayang was a little angry and wanted to punish him, but he was worried that the preparation he had just made would be in vain.
She hesitated, shook her head and said:
"As we pursue the Tao, how can we allow the love of our children to destroy our Taoist heart?"
Gee, this is the first time I heard the mother-child single being spoken of so righteously... Ji Ping'an silently gave a thumbs up and said:
"But when you are young, before your Taoist heart is firm, it will always waver, for example, when you meet someone you like."
Wei Huayang was silent for a moment, and nostalgia appeared in his black and white eyes.
Someone you like...
She was silent for a long time before she said tiredly:
"So what if there is, so what if there isn't."
Ji Ping'an smiled and said:
"Then it seems that there is one, a fellow disciple from your Beixi sect? It's bitterly cold in the north and sparsely populated. The easiest people to see are fellow sect members."
Wei Huayang shook his head:
"He is a fellow Taoist, a fellow traveler on the journey of experience."
Ji Pingan said "Oh" and said:
"That's normal. Experience is very boring and painful. Especially when we go through hardships together, it will always be easier to develop some feelings. And then...we got separated?"
Wei Huayang's eyes showed loneliness, his mood suddenly became very low, and he did not answer immediately.
After a while, he softly and inaudibly said "grace":
"Some people dispersed as they walked."
Then, Wei Huayang suddenly cheered up again and said with firm eyes:
"But I'll find him."
Well, what this means is, you were dumped? Or do you regret giving someone a good person card?
...Wait, so the other party may also be reborn? Also, if they can like each other, I guess they are both geniuses and their level is not low...
Thoughts were swirling in Ji Ping'an's mind, but for some reason, when he heard the last sentence, he suddenly felt a little depressed.
After a moment of silence, Wei Huayang regained his energy and looked at him without blinking:
"I'm done, what about you?"
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