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"I just passed by, passing by." Mo Lingyun sighed lightly, raised a dry branch and pointed in the direction of the snake, stepping back step by step until he bumped into a person.

"My lord," the man called.

Mo Lingyun looked back, and it was Xuan Ye as expected, "Where are the other members of Xuantian Sect?"

"gone."

"That's it, let's go." Mo Lingyun waved his sleeves, and a second person who was exactly like him appeared here. 'He' was different from Jing Rong's previous soul, and he didn't have Mo Lingyun's own cultivation level. Its shape just happened to replace Mo Lingyun to join the Xuantian Sect disciples.

He, Mo Lingyun... Maybe he should be called Yan Zhi now, with this confidence, no one will find out that this double is fake before he returns.

Qing Zhu, the demon king of the Southern Border Demon Realm, is waiting for him.

Qing Zhu saw Yanzhi for the first time, and it was also in the demon domain controlled by their demon clan. Yanzhi wore a black robe with dark gold embroidery, and half of his black hair was crowned with a dragon golden crown. Well, very few people noticed his appearance when they saw him for the first time, and most of them were frightened by this domineering arrogance.

He even only needs to stand there, and no one will admit that he is the master.

"The Lord of the Eastern Realm." Qing Zhu smiled tactfully, bowed his knees towards Yan Zhi and said: "I have admired your name for a long time, and now I see you, it is really not without rumors."

"Lord of the Southern Territory." Yan Zhi cupped his hands, without any extra movement, Xuan Ye who came with him stood quietly behind him.

Yanzhi came here just for the union of their Monster Territory and the Eastern Territory. Although Yan Huai had already been here, Qing Zhu felt that his empty words were groundless, and he still had to meet the ruler to feel relieved.

"You and I are of different ethnic groups. Your lord, can Qing Zhu rest assured?" Qing Zhuyu hooked the skirt of Yanzhi's slender hands and gently flicked her. She was already charming, and her behavior became more and more alluring.

"This seat is not beautiful, and the domain master doesn't have to be like this." Yan Zhi brushed Qing Zhu's hand away through an invisible gap, "Since I want to break this way, I will keep the promise of the monster clan to help me."

"On the day of success, I will allow the monster race to see the light of day again, so that they don't have to be afraid and flinch to survive."

"Since your lord has made a promise, Qing Zhu will definitely act according to his words." Qing Zhu is still smiling, and his soft tone has not changed. The time of Tianshi."

"The domain master is courageous, I admire you."

"It's the same with your lord, the unparalleled hero, the lord of all my races."

The scene was almost enough, Qing Zhu sent someone to send them out of the domain, and heard the maid came to report that her younger sister came to see her, Qing Zhu smiled more sincerely, and went to meet her sister.

Yan Huai's courage to enter the demon realm alone was the prerequisite for her to make a covenant with him, but now that Yan Zhi is here as a guarantee, she still has nothing to worry about.

If they win, the monster race will be able to sit on an equal footing with the human race, and there is no need to hide and hide. Even if they lose, the human race will be powerless to fight again, and everything will just return to the original point.

But like Yan Zhi, monks who are less than fifty years old and have reached the level of Huashen, not to mention the present, even in the ancient times when the aura was the most abundant, there were not many of them. , it is better to say that the son of the chosen one is the end of this banquet.

"Sister." Her younger sister, Ban Chi, is a water snake, and she has always been very well protected by her. If anyone in the world Qingzhu likes the most, it must be Ban Chi.

"Why is Ah Chi here?" Qing Zhu touched Ban Chi's face, and listened to her: "Sister, that, the monk who seems to be the reincarnation of the water god has come to southern Xinjiang again."

"So what's the matter?" Qing Zhu pinched his sister's face and had a great time.

"I, I'm afraid that after my sister unites with the people from the East, what if he really is the reincarnation of the water god... What if he can't fight?" Ban Chi's eyes sparkled.

"Silly sister, regardless of the collapse of reincarnation, it is absolutely impossible for our small world to give birth to the reincarnation of a god. As far as the water god is concerned, his reincarnation cannot be a wood spiritual root."

"Also...that's right..." Ban Chi frowned. As a water snake, she had the deepest feeling for the fluctuation of water-type spiritual power, but she only felt the breath of ancient divine power once.

Yan Huai had been to the Demon Realm, and she couldn't feel the breath of the ancient gods, so it could only be that the spiritual power was on another person, but that person had the spiritual root of wood.

"Don't be afraid, the sky is falling, and my sister will carry it." Qing Zhu rubbed Ban Chi's hair, feeling that she was doing well everywhere, even if it was for Ban Chi, she would not take risks easily.

The reincarnation of the water god they were talking about was lost in the dense forest. The two found an open space to sit and rest.

If Ning Qing didn't take the initiative to speak, Yan Huai would probably be silent for a long time.

"Yan Huai." Ning Qing called, Yan Huai looked up at him.

A finely carved bamboo flute was quietly lying in Ning Qing's palm, and he heard him say carefully: "This is the flute I said to give you before, that, do you still have the flute pendant? Shall I hang it up for you?"

"...No need." Yan Huai paused, seeing that the light in Ning Qing's eyes had dimmed a bit, he clenched his fist and held it in front of Ning Qing's eyes uncomfortably.

"Bring it." Yan Huai didn't know why he had to explain to Ning Qing, but seeing his disappointed eyes, he always felt uncomfortable.

"Then...then, you hang it yourself?" Ning Qing had some hope in his eyes, and the corners of his lips curved slightly uncontrollably.

Yan Huai's eyes flickered slightly, and he took the flute in Ning Qing's hand and put it in the storage space, and said lightly: "I'm more like a flute, so it's useless if you give it to me."

He seldom used his sword, and he didn't know how many flutes were broken in his hands. The gift from others, after all, is more meaningful than those flutes, right?

"It's okay, I'll make it for you if it breaks." Ning Qing couldn't hold back the corners of his lips, he rarely had such time alone with Yan Huai, not to mention that Yan Huai was willing to accept his gift, he was very happy.

Yan Huai didn't answer him again, only replied after a long time: "I will return the courtesy."

As for the identity issue, people who give gifts to Yan Huai are not in the minority, but Yan Huai never accepts such gifts, except those given to him by banquets. After careful calculation, the flute pendant that Ning Qing gave him was the first personal gift he received.

This jade is precious, and he still understands the principle of reciprocity.

The places they walked were not really uninhabited. Southern Xinjiang is a very magical place. You may meet one or two families living alone in the deep mountains and old forests, and even occasionally encounter a market in a small village.

The Gu people set up stalls sparsely, and they didn't seem to care much about whether the things could be sold. There were many herbs unique to their southern Xinjiang, both fresh and dried.

Yan Huai was interested in medicinal materials, so he naturally paused in the market, Ning Qing followed him, watching Yan Huai pick up some medicinal herbs and barter them.

It turns out that these places are sparsely populated, and there are really not many places to spend money. For people like them who may never come out of the mountains in their lives, bartering is the best way to trade.

In addition to medicinal herbs, southern Xinjiang is also rich in another thing, jewelry and jade.

These natural beautiful jades are already very beautiful, and with the addition of slight carvings, they are even more beautiful.

Yan Huai squatted in front of the small stall and watched. The chairman of the stall was very easy-going. There were not many things on his stall, but they were all exquisite. The jade stones without too many traces of handwork were naturally carved out of clear water.

Yan Huai fell in love with a string of hibiscus stones, light pink and finely shattered, and the rounded hibiscus stones are strung together, making them more elegant and clear.

It is very suitable for a person, even if that person is more blue and blue, Yan Huai also feels that this bead string is suitable for him.

Ning Qinggang asked the aunt for directions, and when she came back, she saw that Yan Huai had already changed the herbs, so she waited for him to go on the road together.

The daylight was slightly slanting, it was the evening scene, the person walking in front rarely slowed down to walk side by side with him, until only the two of them were left, Yan Huai handed him a bunch of things.

"Return the gift." That's what Yan Huai said, and when he said it, he was still looking straight ahead.

Ning Qing glanced at Yan Huai's side face, then lowered his head to look at the hibiscus stone in his hand, couldn't help smiling, he licked his lips to try to restrain his joy, but still couldn't hold back his smile and his eyebrows and eyes were bent.

"Thank you, I like it very much!" Ning Qing took the bead string from Yan Huai's hand, and put it on his wrist without any hesitation. The Furong Stone felt slightly cool to the touch, but Ning Qing felt the heat in his heart.

Did he win the bet this time...

Even if he did it all over again, even if he lost all his memory, he would still choose him...

Along the way, Ning Qing couldn't help but look at the hibiscus stone string already worn in his hand, a sleeve of cloud water blue covered his raised hand, it's interesting to say, Yan Huai was wearing dark clothes, and he was almost indifferent Favor, the first gift given to him would be Furong Stone.

Ning Qing couldn't hold back the corners of his lips, and couldn't help but look at Yan Huai. Since it was only the two of them and it was still dark, he really wanted to tell him: "Yan Huai, I..."

"Hey! Master? Master Yan? What a coincidence!" Ning Qing's well-organized words were suddenly interrupted, and Mo Lingyun, who was wearing Xuantianzong's school uniform, was running towards them cheerfully.

Yan Huai distanced himself from Ning Qing by two steps, and looked at Mo Lingyun who was running towards him, and the other disciples of Xuantian Sect behind him.

"Everyone." Ning Qing lowered his gaze after saying hello, feeling embarrassed and helpless. If he missed this time, he didn't know when the next time he would be alone with Yan Huai.

Without interrupting others' consciousness, Mo Lingyun blinked and said: "We met here, does it mean that the investigation of the designated area has been completed?"

"Probably." Ning Qing nodded. When they divided the teams to investigate the monsters, they drew boundaries on the map. Since they could meet another group of people, it basically meant that the investigation was over.

"Then we can go back and have a business meeting with Daoist Nan?" Mo Lingyun was amused, he didn't like the fact that he had to climb mountains and valleys in various ways, coming and going in the wind and rain, which was too tiring.

"But, since we met, let's go together." Ning Qing responded.

Mo Lingyun looked curiously at the hibiscus stone on Ning Qing's wrist, "This is beautiful, and I want to bring a bunch to Master, where did you buy it?"

"I got it by chance." This could be regarded as a polite refusal, Mo Lingyun shrugged, and strode ahead.