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Two horses galloped down, flying sand and rocks, billowing smoke and dust.

A person with a face like a crown jade, black clothes fluttering, embroidered with twelve coats of arms in twill patterns, awe-inspiring and heroic.

The other person is dressed in white clothes like frost, with hair tied in a jade hairpin, like a god of the nine heavens, with an indelible look of pity between his brows and eyes, his white and flawless hands glow as warm as jade under the sunlight, he holds a horsewhip in one hand, and a long sword in the other , moves like flowing clouds and flowing water, extremely beautiful.

Zhou Ji said: "There is an inn by the bridge ahead, you and I might as well stop for a while, have some food, and then set off again, how about that?"

"it is good."

The two slowed down their horses and bridle slowly to the bridge. Meng Yan used his sword as a weapon to cut off a few willow branches and handed them to Zhou Ji's horse.

Zhou Ji leaned over to take it, and for no reason, a line of poem popped up in his mind: "... Qu'an holds the cup, hangs down the willow to tie the horse, this place has been farewell before."

He didn't notice that when he uttered this poem, Meng Yan's expression froze, and there was a crack on his gentle face. He opened his lips and said without beginning or end: "Do you remember?"

Zhou Ji shook his head with a meaningless smile, unaware of Meng Yan's expression, and said casually: "Sir, have I met you somewhere before? Why do I feel that today's scene is very familiar, as if... as before It's like that happened."

Meng Yan's lips turned pale, and he raised his sleeve to cover it up, his eyes were as silent as ashes for a moment, he turned his head away, "Why, you and I have only known each other for a long time, maybe you remembered wrongly."

"That's right, that's right." Zhou Ji shook his head mockingly, cursing himself that his brain is not working well now, thinking about messy things all day long, how could he and Meng Yan have overlapped in the past?In the previous life... There is no way that there will be an intersection in the previous life!

The two walked into the inn and sat near the window, but looking at the overall style of the two of them, and looking at the simple room, they really felt that something was wrong no matter how they looked at it, it was very weird and very uncoordinated.

Especially Meng Yan, he sat upright, held the chopsticks gracefully, without overstepping the rules, like a fairy from outside the world, he should not be polluted by fireworks in the world.He moved his chopsticks a few times, then he didn't intend to use them any more, and sat silently aside.

Zhou Ji asked in surprise, "Do you usually eat so little?"

Meng Yan asked strangely: "Have you ever heard of the bigu health regimen? My disciples of the Meng family focus on cultivation and eat less grains. Only in this way can we ensure the improvement of swordsmanship and cultivate our body and mind."

Zhou Ji believed it was true and continued to eat.

"Cuckoo!" came a restless voice.

Zhou Ji raised his head, looked left and right for a while, and finally locked his eyes on Meng Yan who was blushing slightly. He suppressed a smile, "Food is the most important thing for the people. Excuse me, since you are hungry, sir, why don't you eat something?"

Meng Yan pursed her lips, "I...I can't eat it."

Zhou Ji looked at his embarrassed expression, and then looked at the plates of dark side dishes on the table. The oil stains on the plates were sticky and the dishes looked very ugly. I didn't care too much about food and clothing, so I didn't mind, and I ate very happily.However, Meng Yan must be used to eating porridge and side dishes in the mountains on weekdays, and the taste is difficult to reconcile. Seeing such greasy things, even if he is hungry, he can't eat chopsticks.

It seems that a master of Taoism is not perfect.

Seeing him moving his chopsticks, Zhou Ji frowned slightly, but couldn't find anything to eat, so he simply gave up his plan to eat.

Zhou Ji's voice was mixed with a smile: "When we return to the Yue Palace, Ji must order someone to cook according to Mr.'s taste, so that Mr. can be full with wine and food."

"I don't drink..."

Disgusting, Meng Yan opened his mouth abruptly, Zhou Ji shrugged his shoulders, fasting and abstinence, it seems that this practice of Taoism is really not something that everyone can do.

As far as Zhou Ji is concerned, it's okay to let him abstain from sex, but if he fasts, it will really kill him!

After Zhou Ji finished eating, he suddenly remembered a very serious matter, and he asked seriously, "Did you bring the silver taels?"

Meng Yan also responded seriously: "Silver taels? What is that?"

Zhou Ji's expression twitched, and a few black lines were added to his forehead. He squinted at him for a moment, thinking about how this person who had almost no common sense in life managed to survive until today.

He fumbled around and took off an ancient jade around his waist. He still remembered that it was rewarded to him by his father when he made a wonderful plan in the army, but what are these extraneous things now?He handed it to the shopkeeper casually, "Take it. You don't need to look for it."

Even if I want to find it, I can't find it!

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!" The shopkeeper got the treasure, his eyes lit up, and he kept bowing to Zhou Ji.

"Let's go." Zhou Ji said.

Meng Yan was stunned for a moment, but asked: "Could it be that what you gave them just now was the so-called... taels of silver?"

Zhou Ji felt tired.

What about immortals?What is a fairy who doesn't even know about tea, rice, oil and salt?

After they left for a long time, the owner of the store was still gathering around with a few guys to appreciate that piece of ancient jade. Looking at the workmanship and color, it must not be an ordinary product, even an ordinary prince or grandson may not have such a superior thing. !

"Boss, serve the wine!" A group of black clothes masked their faces, put down their burdens, and shouted loudly.

The boss and the guys were engaged in a discussion, and they didn't hear what they were saying at all. The voice of the group raised again: "Boss, didn't you hear that I asked you to serve wine?"

"Ouch!" The boss was startled by his yelling. The hand that was holding the ancient jade up high to look at it in the air suddenly slipped, and the ancient jade fell to the ground. Fortunately, it was still intact. He hurriedly threw himself down to pick it up. He held it in his arms and carefully rubbed it, "Ouch! My baby!"

"Where did you get this piece of ancient jade?" The group of people looked at each other, their faces condensed, and they pressed their swords and asked.

"...What are you yelling about? Can you afford to pay for smashing my treasure? Let me tell you, this piece of ancient jade was rewarded by the guest officer just now. It's a big move. Anyway, it's all mine now. Come on, don't you think about baby's idea."

"How long did they go? Where did they go?" a masked man asked.

The shop owner shook his head, and tremblingly said, "I don't know."

Another masked man yelled: "Idiot! You don't need to ask, he must be in a hurry to go back to the palace! Why don't you go after him?!"

"Chase!"

"Chase!"

The group of people disappeared in an instant, leaving the boss in the shop with his arms akimbo: "You don't eat anymore? Why go back to the palace? Who are you?"

Let's say that Zhou Ji and Meng Yan walked side by side, passing by the mountain village, watching the smoke from the kitchen, people laughing, and several village women surrounded a beggar on crutches, giving away money and rice, and asking for warmth.

Meng Yan smiled and said: "Everywhere you go, you can see the good deeds of the world. As long as you have kind thoughts in your heart, you are a person who has attained the Tao. Although the world is big, if you have a good intention and a conscience in your heart, even ordinary people can do it. Sage."

Zhou Ji smiled and said: "Mr. is a benevolent person, so it is natural to look at others."

"Isn't that so?"

"They are just relying on charity to help people who are more pitiful than themselves to get a false sense of satisfaction. If one day, the status of beggars is higher than them, do you think they can live in harmony like this?!"

Meng Yan was a little stunned, "According to what you say, helping poor people is nothing but hypocrisy?"

Zhou Ji raised half of his lips, and said with a sinister smile: "In the past, I always liked to open porridge and set up a market to help the people. Watching them kneel in front of me and praise their merits, I felt unprecedented satisfaction, but until now, I Only then did I realize how hypocritical and disgusting such behavior is. From then on, I will never do such a thing again, and I will never help others with a lot of money! I am good or bad, good or evil, Why do those mediocre people judge me? I live a good life, or I live a bad life, is it up to those scumbags to say?"

Meng Yan said: "What is the difference between the past and the present? Is there any difference between the you in the past and the you now?"

"That's right," Zhou Ji tilted his head and smiled, with a look of sudden realization, "I've never been a good person. I used to be bad on the inside, but now it's both the outside and the inside. It's all bad."

"I won't let you do this."

Meng Yan's voice was very low, buried by the whistling wind in Zhou Ji's ears, only the end sound was drifting, he only saw his thin lips move, he couldn't help asking curiously: "Sir, what did you just say?"

"Without him." Meng Yan shook his head.

The two of them walked to a secluded place, when suddenly their murderous aura erupted, carrying a world-shattering gloom and coldness.

"Xuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu whouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu'

The two horses neighed and were hit by several arrows. They became furious and galloped away.

Meng Yan held Zhou Ji in one hand and pulled out the Futu sword in the other. Standing on the ground, his white robe had wide sleeves and his belt was windy. He looked at a group of masked men who drew their swords and rushed towards him, and said leisurely: "What are you going to do? ?”

"Stop talking nonsense! We only want Prince Ji's life today, if you are sensible, get out! Otherwise, swords have no eyes, so don't blame us for being ruthless!"

"Why did you kill him?"

Zhou Ji stomped his feet anxiously and said: "The enemy is now, what are you doing like a mother-in-law? Hurry up and catch them all! If they don't die today, I will be the one who dies! If I die, they will definitely blame you On top of that, do you still want to keep your Meng clan safe?"

Only then did Meng Yan push away Zhou Ji, and held the sword against the enemy with lightning-fast speed. His figure was so fast that people could only see afterimages. The surrounding air dropped to freezing point in an instant, and the biting cold wind pierced the heart like a knife. Life.

It's just that after a long time, the fight was so fierce that no one fell down.

Zhou Ji's forehead was covered with cold sweat. After seeing Meng Yan's moves clearly, he opened his mouth in astonishment and cursed angrily, "Meng Yan! You stupid donkey! Did you kill people with a scabbard?"

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How can rebirth be so easy?