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"I'm going to Beishou, I want to change my appearance, I don't know what the sage and Buci are going to do?"

Jiang Jingxing declined.

"My son's good intentions are appreciated by my father, but Dad's face is really ruined in your hands. I don't know how many girls outside are heartbroken. Forget it."

Even though his little thoughts were seen through, Lu Binwei did not change his face: "When the time comes, the identity of the saint will be seen through, and it will not be because of Lu's disadvantage in doing things."

After finishing speaking, he cast his eyes towards Xie Rongjiao, hoping that the only one here, and the only one in the world who can control Jiang Jingxing, would come out and say something.

Apparently Xie Rongjiao would have misunderstood it, and refused: "Thank you brother Youyou for your kindness, but my reputation is not obvious, when I was traveling, I didn't reveal my identity, so I don't expect many people to know me, so don't bother brother."

Xie Rongjiao has a firm heart, even though he has been harmed by Jiang Jingxing for so many years, at least he has retained a half-talking demeanor of a disciple of an aristocratic family.

Comparing it with Jiang Jingxing, even if it was misunderstood, Lu Binwei thought to himself, as long as the person surnamed Jiang has the demeanor of his apprentice three times, they will not become life-and-death friends today.

A life-and-death relationship between you and me.

Jiang Jingxing justly accused:

"Lu Youyou, you are jealous of my handsomeness and want to change my face so much that I don't care about it. After all, I am not a narrow-minded person who can't tolerate jealousy. But you even want to get rid of Ah Ci's beautiful appearance, so we will be less on the road. Dao scenery, its intentions are too vicious..."

The veins on Lu Binwei's forehead popped violently, he seemed to be hesitant to yell out who is jealous of your looks or skip the procedure and fight directly.

Even Xie Rongjiao really wanted to deceive his master and exterminate his ancestors.

He resisted the urge to draw his sword to beat the case, and squeezed out a sentence: "Master, are you really not afraid of being recognized?"

Thinking of the people Jiang Jingxing said he had beaten Hengneng to form a military camp and dragged them directly to the northern border, and lined up the people who could line up from the gate of the imperial palace to the last shop on Zhuque Avenue, he was quite puzzled by Jiang Jingxing's inexplicable self-confidence.

Especially considering that Jiang Jingxing has a very picky eye. The young genius who was beaten up by Jiang Jingxing back then should now be the head of the family.If you go to the territory of the Northern Wilderness, all the people from Kyushu who look around are friends rather than enemies, and the barren people fight before they kill themselves, that scene——

I'm afraid it will be enough for Jiang Jingxing to talk about another three years.

Jiang Jingxing: "Don't worry, Ah Ci, people who shouldn't be recognized will not be recognized, and those who should be recognized will not talk nonsense."

Sure enough, the person surnamed Jiang would only talk about business when he met his apprentice.

Lu Binwei clicked his tongue regretfully, it was a pity that he failed to put on an ugly face for Jiang Jingxing.

Otherwise, the person surnamed Jiang would have been in his hands for the rest of his life, and he would not have talked about it in the barracks for three years.

It can be seen that the situation of the two of them all year round is definitely not Jiang Jingxing's wishful thinking and jealousy.

No one can do without two people.

Since the founding of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, the Southern Region and the Northern Zhou Dynasty have not interfered with each other. However, Jianmen is one of the three sects, and its influence in Kyushu is not small.

The subordinates figured out Queen Jiang's intentions, even though it was at a critical juncture, they were happy to let them go after confirming their identity as Jianmen disciples.

For Chasing Fengju's footsteps, Jianmen is thousands of miles away from the northern border, and two or three days' effort is enough.

They rode horses to the Northern Zhou Jiedushi's jurisdiction, which was very different from the splendor and prosperity of the south, where there were tall pavilions with incense and tall buildings with overhanging eaves.Except for the watchtower, the building is no more than three stories high. There are often dozens of fortresses in a town. The howling wind and sand replace the luxuriant flowers and trees.

Compared with the landscape in the south of the Yangtze River, which is as picturesque as a picture, with appropriate shades, this place is always muddy with two or three colors, and there is an almost rough primitive beauty in the boring.

The fly in the ointment is that the Jiedu envoys who are not in harmony with Zhouhou are interrogating them non-stop, wishing they could recite the names of the eighteen generations of Jianmen ancestors to show their innocence.

Of course Jiang Jingxing couldn't speak, as soon as he spoke, he would reveal his secrets.

Fang Linhe had no choice but to stand up, frowning slightly and thinking for a while: "My predecessors have said that among my sword cultivators, practicing swords is the first priority, and the rest are low-level paths."

Also having a straight-forward and ruthless personality, Xie Rongjiao quickly understood what Fang Linhe meant:

He himself does not remember the names of the eighteen generations of Jianmen ancestors.

Jiang Jingxing thought further.

Anyway, Yang Ruopu is impatient to memorize the ancestral precepts of Jianmen, and he can be dragged to the Buddhist sect for his salvation by just looking at them. The disciples of Jianmen don't look like they remember them. The so-called legacy of the ancestors, how does Fang Linhe love it? How to make up.

As expected of a swordsman who wants to live with the sword for a lifetime, he is willing to practice a set of sword moves over and over again. He has good patience and repeats the "ancestors of the sword gate" a few times without getting angry.

Finally, the ancestral training of Jianmen hit a wall at the gate of a Jiedushi feudal town.

It's because Xie Rongjiao was so conspicuous, he didn't need extra words or actions, he just rode on the horse with his back straight, his face seemed to break through countless winds and sands, shining brightly in front of your eyes, dazzling and blooming.

So is there such a good-looking person among sword repairers?

The guard couldn't help but take a second look: "Xiao Langjun's attire doesn't look like a sword disciple."

Jianxiu is notoriously poor, and the Jianmen family's great career is a little bit better, but someone like Xie Rongjiao who clearly puts the words "I'm rich" on the clothes is still an outlier.

Xie Rongjiao was very calm: "The family has money."

His words were like arrows, which made the knee of the guard who had no money hurt.

No one stipulated that Jianxiu's family should not be rich, the guards quickly felt relieved after checking Xie Rongjiao's letter, and waved his hands to let him go.

In the car, Lu Binwei persuaded earnestly: "It's too conspicuous to go to Beihuang in this body. During the winter hunting period, Beihuang can't do it. It seems that you, who seem to be new to the rivers and lakes and have a lot of money, are the most likely to be targeted."

In short, whoever has money is easy to bully and beat.

Xie Rongjiao is simply the best fat sheep for those who are robbed.

The boy rarely bent the corner of his lips: "I can't ask for it."

The barren people kill people to prove the Tao, killing evil with all their hands, and the rogues and bandits in the northern wilderness are the most vicious and vicious among them.

Kill and go fast.

Beyond Yifanping Zhou's Jiedushi Fanzhen, it is the territory of Beihuang, which is so dangerous, Fang Linhe dare not be careless, and would rather temporarily rest in a small village on the border of Zhou Shi and Beihuang to rest for one night to nourish his energy Recharge your batteries before entering the wilderness.

They had just finished tidying up here, and a group of Buddha cultivators came from afar.

The bald head and the setting sun are so eye-catching that they can be seen clearly from far away.

Xie Rongjiao sighed resignedly, pulled Jiang Jingxing back and said in a low voice, "Master, we promised Sect Master Yang to protect the disciple Beishou of the Sword Sect and his party carefully."

It means that you still bear the reputation of Jianmen, so don't bully other Buddhist cultivators too hard.