Cang Ji's illness came and went quickly. Two days later, Jinglin said goodbye to Yining and decided to go south, but refused to give up the southern line easily.

Yining has a clear face. He was originally a guard in the east and was now transferred to the west to solve the urgent problem. This person has a transcendent status and does not lie below the eight sons of the king, father and son, and directly belongs to the Nine Heavens. He holds the power to impeach and supervise, and everyone in the Nine Heavens Gate is afraid of.

After hearing Jinglin's words, Yining only drank tea and said nothing. After a while, he said, "There are only thirteen cities left on the southern front, among which Xuanyang City suppressed the great demon Shuran. If you insist on going south, you must kill him before the blood sea tide over Xuanyang City. Otherwise, once the seal is broken, he will be reborn and harm one side."

Jinglin said: "There are walls to block the four cities and one line, and there are nine heaven gates to guard them, which can be blocked for several more years."

Yining shook his head a little, and said, "Even if it can be blocked for a few years, it cannot solve the problem. The sea of ​​blood flows from all directions. If you cannot find a way to drive away the sea of ​​blood as soon as possible, you will sooner or later fall into the hands of evil demons."

"The east side is so critical?"

"If the situation is not critical, why should you transfer the Phoenix away? Now you are hungry and face the sea of ​​blood. No matter where you try, you will lose sight of one thing." Yining said.

The two of them fell into silence together. Their relationship was not good in the past, but Yining could not bear to see Jinglin's aloofness. However, now Zhongdu is in a critical autumn of survival and death. Yining has been unable to sleep for days, and his enthusiasm has been half cold. After thinking about it, he can only reveal one or two to Jinglin.

"The Lord's Holy Heart is unpredictable. Recently, it has become increasingly unpredictable. All the strategies I have presented to fight against the South have been rejected. Now the children in the sect are of varying quality, and all the loyal and loyal people have been sent to guard the line, and most of them have died. When I retreated at the end of the west, I can see disciples who died in the line of duty to protect the people everywhere in the deserted city." Yining said this, suddenly stood up, wandered impatiently for a few steps, and said, "Why? Could it be that I want to abandon my soldiers and protect the commander, and leave the main force in the sect in the middle, and then fight with the blood sea and the backwater?"

Jinglin felt a little chill when he saw the window covered with white frost. He said: "If you enter the sea, you will die. This is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg."

Under the window of Yining, a pond of decay fell and frost was falling. He looked up and felt sad and bleak. But he couldn't say too much to Jinglin, so he closed the window in vain and said, "Take care about your trip."

Jinglin understood and turned around.

The frost and dew were stained with her clothes, and Cang Ji had just recovered from his minor illness, and he was feeling uncomfortable all over in his wet robe. He had not been in the water for a few days, so he was squatting on the wooden stake, looking for the ants to breathe. The ant was just falling, but there was a line between his little fingers, leading a stone man, squatting opposite him and poking the ants.

The two poked the ant nest and collapsed, scattering everywhere. The stone and grass crown were wet, and the mud in his hands was left to wipe, so he could only look up and ask Cang Ji for instructions.

Cang Ji put his hand on and shook his little finger. The stone jumped over the ant and climbed up Cang Ji's wooden stake. Cang Ji touched his chest and didn't want to use Jinglin's one, but pulled out a silk handkerchief that he had been pressing for unknown amount of time. He didn't know who gave it, and it looked wrinkled, with two butterfly-wired flowers embroidered on it. He wiped the handkerchief with this handkerchief. Seeing that the stone kept holding the grass crown, he simply folded the handkerchief a few times, and around the stone's little head, pressed the grass crown into a knot. The stone was wearing a handkerchief, like a little thief.

Cang Ji couldn't help but laughed loudly. The stone shook his head, and he saw that the grass crown did not fall off, and he was not angry, but liked it very much.

Cang Ji raised his head and saw Jinglin standing with his horse, so he got up and jumped off the wooden stake and said, "Did you leave now?"

Jinglin gave him a horse and said, "It's time to plan to reach Qingpu City in the evening." After that, he glanced at Shi Tou again, "The monster likes to cause trouble, let's lose it."

"Why do you have to see the child?" Cang Ji got on his horse, stuffed the stone into his chest, and only exposed his head. He said, "I stared at it, and I will not tell him to make a fool of himself."

Jinglin frowned and looked at Shi Tou. After a moment, he turned over and seemed to be impatient with Shi Tou.

"Why did you provoke him?" Cang Ji smiled and blew at the stone, "I'll take you to play with you."

Qingpu City is not far from Xuanyang City, but there are three mountains blocking it. It takes some time to go around it. Jinglin originally walked along the horse road, but he expected that the heavy rain at night actually washed away the road and blocked the road for a day. The next day, the heavy rain continued, so they had to climb over the mountains and go directly to Xuanyang City.

The mountain road was winding, and the two walked in the rain and walked forward. The mountains were slippery and difficult to walk. The horse could not fly with its wings, so they could only get off the horse and find a place to shelter from the rain.

Jinglin's clothes were dry at any time, but Cang Ji could not. He picked firewood in the cave to fire, so he simply took off his clothes with Jing Lin on his back and hung his clothes with his shirtless. Jing Lin and him sat down next to the fire. Cang Ji was half strong and several times stronger than Jing Lin. When his clothes were covered, he deliberately hid them, so he did not reveal the mountains and rivers. Now they were exposed in a bright and sloppy manner, which was very eye-catching.

Dry food was baked on the fire, Cang Ji illuminated the fire and said, "I saw the Dongjun holding a folding fan a few days ago, without any sharp tools. I wonder what he was practicing?"

"It was originally the Shura Dao." Jinglin's fingers were warmed by the fire. He said, "Dongjun was originally an evil demon in the blood sea, and he was still fierce and 'evil'. He used his red eyes to capture his heart and eliminated his spirit, and killed Buddha and eat people with malicious intentions. Later, the true Buddha sat down beside the Nanchan lotus pond, chanting the Sanskrit sound of 7749 days, and speaking so hard that the Dongjun suddenly repents. From then on, he put down the butcher knife and realized the compassionate heart from the evil appearance. Calling Chun Su Ling is his current Tao."

"So that's it." Cang Ji seemed to smile and asked again, "What's Li Rong's saying?"

"Shura Dao." Jinglin turned his hand and said, "Li Rong is mellow and calm and unforced by nature. He is the only candidate for Shura Dao. Because he killed demons and eliminated demons, he was under the dual thoughts of killing desire and strong desire, and could still stick to his nature."

"I know you," Cang Ji said, "The Demon-elimination Sword."

Jinglin's eyes drooped slightly, and his hands were slightly stained by the fire. He paused for a long time before saying, "I am a sword, and I was born to eliminate demons."

He looked dull, neither excited nor down.

Cang Ji heard the heavy rain outside the cave, and he saw Jinglin's expression. He broke open the hot pie and handed it to Jinglin half, saying, "You are away all year round and don't hear about the world, so you don't know. There are countless practitioners in the world, and the most legendary one is you. People like me who are not talented and do not seek motivation are also familiar with your deeds."

Jinglin said: "It's a false hearing, but it's not me."

Cang Ji ate the pie in a few bites and said, "It's true that it's not like it, but there are similarities. In this way, I have already told you about my life experience. Why not let me talk about you now? If there is something wrong, you will tell me. In this way, what I know is the real you."

Jinglin bit the cake and nodded.

Cang Ji wiped his hands and supported his knees and said, "I heard that you were worshipped under the seat of Jiutian King at the age of thirteen. When you knelt and kowtow, you waved pine trees in the world, and you achieved your true nature in that moment. Where were you from the past? Are you a little monster in the mountains?"

"Not a monster." Jinglin spread his palms to show him, "I don't remember where I was, but I have been wandering in Zhongdu, without any father or mother. When I was eight years old, I competed for food with a dog, and accidentally entered the Ancient Temple of Nanchan. I fell into the lotus pond in one step and was rescued by the Zen master. When I was thirteen years old, the True Buddha dusted my mortal robe and guided me to the north. I walked along the north and finally went up the mountain to the Jiutianmen and met my father."

Cang Ji pinched Jinglin's fingertips and pulled his palm to his eyes. He saw a vague lotus pattern in it. If he hadn't shown it to him, he would have not noticed it on weekdays. Cang Ji looked at it for a moment, then suddenly turned his hands and smiled and said, "Lotus appeared in the palm of his hand. It turned out that Jinglin was once a little monk! What about after meeting the Nine Heavens Lord? I heard that you brothers were divided into sects, fighting fiercely, and it was very unconventional. But we Jinglin was so stupid, we were not like that."

Seeing Cang Ji's uprightness, Jinglin was embarrassed to withdraw his hand, but felt that the place where the palms touched each other was hot. He said: "Brothers have different personalities, so it is inevitable that this is the case."

"I want to be honest with you." Cang Ji held his hand and said seriously, "Why do you have to use such words to excuse me?"

Jinglin said: "I have never sweared to my brother."

Cang Ji said: "Have they ever complained about you?"

Jinglin lowered his eyes and blinked slightly, and asked back, "What is 'wrongful'? My father taught me ethics and righteousness. Many things cannot be considered wronged if they do not harm their lives."

Cang Ji smiled and said, "The Nine Heavens Lord treats you with kindness, but his vision of choosing a son is good and bad, just like him."

"I entered the Nine Heavens Gate and was a sword in the world." Jinglin said, "I have been sharpening the sword for several years, and all the sufferings are nothing more than experience. Although my father had a disagreement with me, he still treated me with great kindness."

"But he took advantage." Cang Ji seemed to be joking, "If I had known earlier, I would have taken the little monk from the south home. From now on, you and I will be good brothers, so how could I have been missing these few years?"

Jinglin's little finger shrank involuntarily again, but it was not a lie, but he didn't understand it. Cang Ji felt his fingertips scratching his heart again, and he couldn't help but hold it tighter, and almost sweating on his back. He thought that this kid was indeed my fate, and he was about to make him beat around his body every day, and his heart was rubbed into a pool of water. He wanted to turn around his fingers, and he wanted to pick him up in his arms, turn around for a few times, and listen to him opening his mouth and saying something.

Cang Ji flipped over Jinglin's palm, and put his palm side by side with it, showing Jinglin. Jinglin looked closely and saw the lotus pattern in his palm, trembling petals, ticking dew. He saw ripples in Cang Ji's palm blooming, swaying out the water waves, "puzzling" a small golden-red koi, throwing out the water droplets. The koi entered the water and disappeared. Looking at the palms of the two, they returned to normal, but there was a koi mark on Cang Ji's palm.

Jinglin raised Cang Ji's palm, suddenly smiled, and said, "It's so amazing. I found something strange from the magical painting that day, and made such a small realm."

"In the future, you are the lotus pond gua, and I can also be a lotus pond fish." Cang Ji saw his eyebrows happy. This smile was like the melting of ice and snow. Not only did it make his heart heat, but even greed turned into endless desires. They were all imprisoned and trapped in the palm of this person's square palm, making Cang Ji almost want to bow his head, and a kiss was placed in the palm of his heart that pinched and rubbed his heart.

Seeing that he paused, Jinglin called out.
Chapter completed!