Lanke Chess Edge

The atmosphere in the tea shed became a little weird. I didn't take a closer look just now. At this moment, Ji Yuan opened her eyes a little more and looked around, and found that from the weather, even herself and the tea shed store owner were really innocent. people.

The other people's normal auras changed at the moment. In terms of qi and blood, the strong man in front of him was the most important, followed by the two women next to him.

All of these people's eyes are observantly observing the fate of one person. They are not competing against each other, that is to say, they are a group of people.

Although Ji Yuan was helpless, he really couldn't be afraid. After all, he was just an ordinary warrior who could not threaten his own safety. If he didn't want to cause trouble and ran away, it was impossible for anyone to keep up with him.

So he just picked up the teacup and drank the tea, and then looked helplessly at the strong man on the opposite side.

"Uh... This brother, the livestock is too expensive to take care of, so it's better to walk. If you're tired, you're a little bit tired, but it's better to be at ease."

Ji Yuan said a word, then turned to look closely at the seven- or eight-year-old boy who knocked on the tea cup. Although it was not clearly visible at first glance, the more he looked at it, the more strange it became. He endured the pain and opened his eyes wider. Suddenly, it was discovered that there was a layer of gray fog on the boy's body.

It was this layer of fog that prevented Ji Yuan from discovering the child's specialness for the first time, and after seeing through the fog, the little boy's appearance was extremely clear and agile.

Seeing Jiyuan looking at the child beside her, one of the two women on the side also narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth.

"Sir, you have a good face and a good face. It seems that we met in Juntian Mansion a few days ago, but this time we met outside the city."

Another woman also said.

"Could it be that Mr. Cheng fell in love with us when he saw the two of our sisters that day, hehehe..."

Ji Yuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He didn't even see clearly what the two women looked like, but the voice was indeed the master of the day.

Originally, I was a little curious about the boy, but now it feels like there is going to be a conflict. What else is there to say?

Ji Yuan sighed and smiled.

"Yes, there really is such a coincidence in this world. Whether the two girls believe it or not, I don't want to cause trouble. Since this little teahouse is not welcome, then I have to leave..."

Ji Yuan didn't really want to fight with this group of people because of a misunderstanding. It was unnecessary and boring.

After drinking the cup of tea in his hand, Ji Yuan stood up while the strong man was staring at him, and said apologetically to the young shopkeeper who was about to come over to greet him.

"Young man doesn't need to say hello, I won't rest here next time."

After saying that, Ji Yuan lifted the burden on his shoulders, picked up the umbrella, glanced at the seven or eight-year-old child again, left the bench, walked out of the tea shed, and continued westward along the official road, without any nostalgia. meaning.

Inside the tea shed, the strong man and the two women both looked at Ji Yuan's leaving back, their bodies were slightly tense, and they were ready to deal with the opponent's sudden turn and attack.

It's just a cup of tea, and Ji Yuan's back in sight has been blurred, and there is still no sign of turning back.

To be honest, speaking of such a long distance, it is meaningless to attack or not, it is too far.

"Is this person really just a passerby?"

The strong man wondered, looked at the two women beside him, and one of them answered with a frown.

"But we did meet him, and we won't admit it wrong. It was the same in the clothing store in Juntianfu that day... I felt free and easy..."

Another woman also said:

"This person is obviously not an ordinary person. As Mo Tong said, Juntian Mansion is not a short distance away. We only saw him in the city two days ago. How could it be possible for a person to walk here today, unless he rides a carriage and horse in the middle. , or won't you be exhausted?"

"Well, I just tried a sentence, and the person seemed to have noticed something, but his tone was quite helpless."

The strong man Mo Tong kept staring at the road far into the distance as he spoke, and Ji Yuan's figure was getting weaker and weaker.

The child who had been knocking on the bottom of the tea cup finally stopped the noisy "Bangbangbang..." and looked at the direction where Ji Yuan was leaving.

She whispered to the woman next to her, "I want to eat fried crispy pork."

"Only pancakes and jerky, do you want to eat them!"

"Don't eat! Even if you die of starvation, you won't eat!"

The child stammered, and then began to tap again, "Bangbangbang..." The woman next to her also rolled her eyes. Anyway, she would eat when she was really hungry.

. . .

Three days later, on the rainy night, on the Jiaoye Mountain at the junction of Juntian Prefecture and Xining Prefecture, Ji Yuan was walking on the mountain road with an umbrella.

Banana Leaf Mountain gets its name from the fact that the whole mountain looks like a banana leaf from the highest peak. , occupying a radius of only ten miles.

Mr. Ji Da has a habit. Once it rains, he always likes to slow down when walking, because on rainy days he can clearly "see" the beautiful scenery and "touch" everything on the earth with the sound of the rain.

The same is true at this moment. The rain has been falling non-stop since before nightfall, and Ji Yuan has walked so slowly for so long, and "heard" the location of a house in front of him.

I took a closer look, smelled a hint of sandalwood fragrance, and looked at the furnishings inside, it really was a mountain temple.

Ji Yuan, who held an umbrella into the eaves, collected it and threw the water, opened the temple door, and observed the small temple with a relaxed expression.

This mountain temple is only a few feet in depth. Although it looks dilapidated and there are no people who wish to live there, it should not be regarded as a deserted temple. After all, the table is still neat, and there are still tributes left, such as festivals or events for the local people on the mountainside. Will come to worship, of course, most of the time there is no one.

Looking at the statue of the mountain **** again, it looks different from ordinary people. Although he wears a robe, his facial bones are more prominent. There are two bulging bags on his forehead. A swirling cloud pattern, making Ji Yuan unsure whether these two represent horns or lumps.

There is no trace of the divine light of the golden body on the statue of the mountain god, but it does have the power of incense, but it is very weak. At first glance, it can be seen that it is not a righteous god. Combined with the appearance that does not look like an ordinary person, it should be a natural monster. I want to use the power of incense and will to help speed up the connection with the Leyline Mountains to achieve the status of the Mountain God.

According to their nature, such monstrous little gods can't stay in the temple. They only come back to get incense and taste tribute when they sense the sacrifice of the villagers.

Ji Yuan opened his eyes and saw the so-called "mountain god" through the statue in just a few moments. The Taoism is still far behind, and Jiaoye Mountain is small, but it is a mountain after all, and it has a radius of more than ten miles. It is not as simple as a small manor and village as land.

With the weak incense of this small temple, it has been collected and maintained over the years and months, plus one’s own cultivation is not slack, plus it is a strange body, it will only have certain results after a hundred years of calamities, but it is only a certain result, um, accidentally If you die in the middle of it, everything is over.

"Cultivation is difficult!"

Ji Yuan sighed, and after closing the temple door, she charged the deity with a sin, dragged a futon to the corner and sat down to rest.

He took out "Hey Taoism" from his arms, and reading "realistic novels" on this rainy night also had a unique flavor.

There is an iron brazier in the mountain temple, which should be used for burning paper. There are also firewood and charcoal fire on the side. It seems that it can be convenient for the villagers and pilgrims who are temporarily resting, but Jiyuan does not need fire at all. Cold, naturally do not need a fire.

After reading the book for half an hour~www.NovelMTL.com~, I changed it to "Tongming Tactics". I happened to turn to the book to guess and understand the magic of restraint, and it was mentioned that the real **** of restraint may also have something in common with the law of the Supreme People. At this point, it is obvious that the author of the book does not understand the art of restraint.

Ji Yuan subconsciously glanced at the statue of the mountain in the temple. Before that, Yuhuai Mountain Qiu Feng sent a piece of the delusional fragment, and he had already studied it thoroughly.

Qiu Feng has been comprehending the fragments for more than ten years, and there are many experiences and descriptions. The degree of completion is actually quite high, but the key spiritual essence is missing, so it does not make much sense except to help itself to collect the gods and practice.

But in fact, since someone who has a good fate and got the bizarre magical power of "edict", which is a panacea, to some extent, he has already possessed the ability to restore the magic art. After all, the real edict is one level higher than the decree of a master. .

But theory is theory, and no matter how high the feasibility is, it has not been proven by facts.

Of course, it's a matter of fate, but I don't have any plans to give it a try. He has nothing to do with him. The little **** in the temple is also a god.

Just thinking about something, Ji Yuan suddenly felt a move in his heart and heard some special noises.

It didn't take long for the temple door to be pushed open from the outside with a "bang~", and seven wet figures rushed into the temple. Natural fate.

"Ho...ho...I shouldn't have caught up, right?"

"It shouldn't be... how's the young master?"

"Still in a coma!"

"Mo Tong, how is your injury?"

"It's okay!"

Ji Yuan looked at the wet group of men and women over there, and there was a smell of blood wafting over there. No matter the number or condition, they were quite different. It was the same group of people who had met in the teahouse before.