The first Qi Ling is a beauty [Rebirth]

After Mrs. Jin and Ms. Zhao left, Ji Jiang still didn't come back.Ning Yin put down his paintbrush and went out of the room. Maybe people were still taking a nap in the afternoon. He walked from the guest room to the backyard, but he didn't see a single person walking around.

Where did the brat go?

Ning Yin stopped and listened attentively, and suddenly heard the sound of long swords piercing the air.He raised his head, and saw a figure flying up and down in the setting sun on the roof not far away, the sword light shone like a dragon swimming out to sea.

Ning Yin nodded gratified. Compared with the first time he saw Ji Jiang practicing sword, he has made a lot of progress. It seems that Qingjiang Jue is not a free gift.

The people in the room seemed to be too focused on practicing, and they didn't notice Ning Yin at all.Ning Yin looked up for a long while, but did not see Ji Jiang intending to stop.

It is good to practice hard, but excessive consumption is also a burden on the body.

Ning Yin frowned slightly, and Ji Jiang's moves showed a murderous air every step of the way, as if he was venting his dissatisfaction, which is not what he should do when practicing swords.

If you keep practicing like this, it will only hurt your body.

Thinking of this, he tapped his toes and jumped onto the roof.

"Little devil."

Ning Yin's footsteps were too light, and he didn't make any sound. It wasn't until he made a sound that Ji Jiang realized that there was someone behind him.But he used too much force, and he couldn't hold back the sword.Long Yuan deviated from the direction, and the sword energy swept across.Seeing that it was not good, Ning Yin stepped back a few steps, suddenly stepped on the ground, and her body fell backwards.

"Senior Ning!"

With a cry of surprise, Ji Jiang dropped the Long Yuan sword and rushed towards him with all his strength. He stretched out his long arms, hooked Ning Yin's waist, and pulled him into his arms.The two turned and descended, their red and white robes were blown up in the wind, intertwined and intertwined.

"Senior Ning, are you alright?" Ji Jiang asked eagerly.

Ning Yin came back to her senses, slapped away the arms around her waist, and straightened her clothes.

It's really a disciple of the church, starving the master to death.

Seeing that he ignored him, Ji Jiang hurriedly explained, "I'm sorry, Senior Ning, I didn't see you, so I confiscated you in the end. I didn't mean it. If you are angry, hit me twice to vent your anger."

Ning Yin raised her eyebrows, "Hit you twice?"

"Then, ten blows? It doesn't matter how many blows you want, as long as you can get rid of your anger." Ji Jiang's intestines were full of remorse, and he almost hurt someone just now.

Ning Yin didn't talk to him, he didn't have to be angry with a boy, but he couldn't bear this sword energy in vain.

Seeing Ji Jiang's remorseful expression, Ning Yin felt amusing, suddenly turned cold, and said in a neutral tone, "It's time to be patient."

Ji Jiang panicked even more when he heard this, his sword eyebrows drooped slightly, his eyes were like a puppy waiting for his master, he looked at Ning Yin pitifully, "Senior Ning, I..."

Ning Yin was still waiting for his next words, but the other party suddenly stopped talking.

After sinking for a while, Ji Jiang picked up Longyuan Sword, turned around and ran away, "Senior Ning, wait for me, I'll be right back!"

Ning Yin looked at his back, blinked, and looked bewildered.

Did he scare people away?

Ning Yin shook her head, not knowing why, so she simply went back to her room to continue painting.

As soon as he painted half a stick of incense, he heard the urgent and chaotic footsteps outside the door, and then the door was pushed open, and Ji Jiang flashed into the room like a whirlwind, with a food box in his hand and a stick of food under his arm. with tray.

Ning Yin paused, ink almost spilled on the rice paper, "What are you doing?"

Ji Jiang opened the food box in front of Ning Yin, and there were all kinds of pastries inside. He arranged the pastries one by one, and there were just six dishes.He walked up with the tray, approached solemnly, and under Ning Yin's surprised gaze, bent down and raised the tray to the level of his eyebrows.

"Senior Ning, please use it."

Ning Yin was stunned for a while, but didn't move.

Not seeing Ning Yin taking snacks, Ji Jiang still persisted in maintaining his original posture, "Senior Ning."

Ning Yin finally came back to his senses, picked up a cloud cake, "Okay, I'll eat."

One sentence was like lifting the ban, Ji Jiang straightened his back and put the tray on the table, "I've visited all the pastry shops on this street, specially picking sweet ones, Senior Ning will definitely like them."

So he ran out for so long just to buy some snacks?

"Senior Ning, do you...forgive me?" Ji Jiang asked tentatively.

Ning Yin threw the cloud cake into her mouth, and responded softly, "En."

Ji Jiang heard that the bitterness was finally gone, "The other kinds are also delicious, I have tasted them all."

While eating snacks, Ning Yin asked casually, "What did you mean by that?"

"That's to express my apology to Senior Ning. I read it in a book, so it's a good idea." Ji Jianghan said with a smile.

Ning Yin had just swallowed a mouthful, and suddenly coughed violently after listening to it, and she didn't even drink the tea.

"Senior Ning, what's the matter with you?" Ji Jiang hurried forward to pat him on the back.

Ning Yin coughed a blush on his cheeks, and finally suppressed it. He raised his eyes and looked at Ji Jiang with complicated eyes, "How do you read this book? Can you use it indiscriminately?"

That old monk in Qingyuan only teaches mind skills and swordsmanship, and doesn't teach any idioms or poems?

"Ah?" Ji Jiang replied stupidly, scratching the back of his head, "I think it's the same, it's all showing respect."

Ning Yin sighed feebly, he not only needs to teach swordsmanship, but also idioms, "Jiuanqimei means that husband and wife respect each other and should not be used indiscriminately."

After hearing this, Ji Jiang didn't see any surprise, but took it for granted, "My respect for Senior Ning is as important as that between husband and wife."

There was only a soft sound, and the teacup hit the saucer, spilling tea all over the table.

Ning Yin coughed twice, lowered her eyes, deliberately concealing her momentary confusion, "Stop talking nonsense."

Ji Jiang quickly shut up and wiped the table with his head sullen.

"You...why did you practice your sword with anger just now?" Ning Yin wanted to change the subject, thinking about it, and remembered that this kid was angry for no reason.

Ji Jiang poured the tea again, and said in a muffled voice, "I don't like those people surrounding Senior Ning."

"It's just for business." Ning Yin looked up at his aggrieved look, and sighed softly, "Forget it, if someone comes to ask for a painting in the future, just take the landscape picture and let the assistant pass the message."

As long as the money is enough, he doesn't really want to be a painter.

Ji Jiang raised his head fiercely, "Senior Ning, are you serious?"

"It's hard to follow a gentleman's words." Ning Yin stood up, picked up an unused brush, and tapped Ji Jiang's head, "Okay, it's going to be dark, ready to go out."

According to Ji Jiang's previous inquiries, many beggars would hide in a ruined temple at the west end of the town at night. Because someone disappeared near the ruined temple recently, the beggars went to find other shelters, and the remaining Some old, weak, sick and disabled still stay in the ruined temple.

According to what the beggar said, the two found the ruined temple in the west of the town. The temple was indeed surrounded by a gloomy atmosphere, and the temperature was much lower than that in the east of the city. It was like two seasons in the same town.

"Senior Ning, you wait here for a while, I will go into the temple to have a look."

Ning Yin grabbed him, "I'll go later."

If there is nothing wrong with his perception, there will be a faint evil spirit in the air, just like when he was in Yunjia Village.

At this time, the gate of the temple creaked and opened a crack, and after a while, a child came out of the door.The child bounced to the bottom of the steps, took out a chicken leg from his arms, looked left and right, saw that there was no one around, and began to gnaw on it.

Ning Yin frowned, "There are monsters."

The faint evil aura just now suddenly became thicker, intertwined with the devilish aura, the dark clouds pressed down, and the few wild flowers left under the wall instantly withered.

A shadow fell from the sky, and a man in purple landed behind the child, his sharp claws aimed at the top of the child's head.

Ji Jiang raised his sword to meet him, but the blade blocked the sharp claws. He turned around and lifted the child up the steps, "Run!"

The child rolled in the door in fright, and the temple gate was slammed shut.Seeing this, the man in purple was suddenly annoyed, and came straight to Ji Jiang.

Not far away, Ning Yin took a closer look at the man's outstretched hand, and then barely saw the face of the man in purple under the moonlight.

It was him.

With Ji Jiang's current cultivation base, he is by no means his opponent, and it will be extremely unfavorable for them to fight like this.

As he expected, after only four moves, Ji Jiang was already at a disadvantage and was under the control of others everywhere.Although the man has no weapons, his moves are vicious and vicious, and he specializes in attacking people's vital points.In addition, his skills are far superior to Ji Jiang's. When the two sides fight, Ji Jiang has to go all out to resist, while the opponent can easily push people to a desperate situation.

Ning Yin searched around, grabbed a handful of stones, and threw them at the man in purple, "Go!"

The man in purple got a feint and turned around to block it, only to find out that it was a stone. When he turned around to chase Ji Jiang again, there was no one in sight.

As soon as Ning Yin's stone was thrown out, the two of them used their movements to run towards the east of the town at the same time.After crossing two long streets, the two hid in a narrow alley.

"Senior Ning, that monster doesn't seem to have caught up."

Ning Yin looked around vigilantly. Based on his understanding of that person, he might not be so good.

"In case he catches up, you just look at me and act."

Ji Jiang looked at Ning Yin, and thoughtfully said, "Senior Ning recognizes him?"

"Speaking of which, we are an old friend, but it's not pleasant to talk about the past."

That person used to be a citizen of the demon world, but his intentions were not righteous, and he refused to accept discipline. He secretly colluded with the demon world, and finally betrayed the demon world, and became what he is today.

Ning Yin glanced at the inn in the distance, "Although the temple is dilapidated, there are still sacred sites. As long as those beggars don't go out by themselves, he won't move them for the time being. Let's turn to the northern suburbs."

Before he can let that person know where he is, he has to be deceived first.

The two rushed to the north, suddenly, there was a monster aura around them, and the man in purple turned over and landed in front of the two to block the way.

"You disturb my good business, want to run away?"

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Ning Yin: We have an idiom class today, please make a sentence with "the old sword is deeply in love".

Ji Jiang: Senior Ning gave me a spike of swords and taught me the art of swordsmanship. Senior Ning and I are old sword friends.

Ning Yin: Go and copy the Encyclopedia of Chinese Idioms a hundred times!

Ji Jiang silently opened the encyclopedia of idioms and began to copy.

Ning Yin came over and took a look: "What are you writing about?"

Ji Jiang said innocently: "The case is as high as the eyebrows, so the sword is deeply affectionate, the phoenix sings in harmony, and the wings are connected... (Inner OS: Both are suitable for me and Senior Ning)

Ning Yin: ...