two love (gl)

Chapter 159

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Yu Yan laughed dangerously.

Song Jie left a book and money, and he saw it together, and almost reminded him that this money is not enough.

In the clear sky and broad daylight, Song Jie rode the sacred donkey of Yinshenzong, and swaggered past the main gate.

The gatekeeper disciples looked at the donkey a few times, with an obedient and honest appearance, but they didn't let them think about it secretly.

After Song Jie passed the main gate and just got on the flying boat, he saw the thief Yu Yan smiling at her.

Sitting on the sidelines? She is not afraid, as long as it is not Song Ze, no one is afraid.

Then Song Ze... She just thought of looking around, and then she heard Yu Yan's voice transmission, "Don't look, the suzerain has something to deal with, and I didn't realize that you were going to run away."

Song Jie was a little relieved, and looked at Yu Yan, wondering what kind of medicine he sold in his gourd.Ever since Yan Zijing handed him over, the legendary Deacon Yu with a cold face and ghostly face always teased her with a mean look in his eyes.

Thought she would be shy?

I'm sorry, but Song Jie, who was 11 years old, had read all the pictures of the harem hidden by her master, so she basically didn't know what it was to be shy.

Isn't it because Song Ze, no, and Song Ze double cultivated without anyone noticing.

What a big deal.

Song Jie thought hard.

But there was a small voice in my heart saying: If it’s no big deal, why are you running away.

Why Song Jie ran away, it started from the third day when she beat Yan Zijing, raised her eyebrows, and felt happy all over.

At that time, she didn't know Chang Jian's secret, and no one explained it to her.Many people were sour and gossiped a lot, but in Song Ze's face, Yan Zijing had learned from the past and never ridiculed them face to face.

Even the disciples of the same sect looked at her differently. At first, they only thought she was powerful, but they didn't expect her to be so powerful.

Of course, the power here has two meanings.

These envy, jealousy and hatred from all directions, Song Jie took it for granted, and accepted them all.She thought that what her fellow disciples referred to was just that she was better than Yan Zijing.

Everyone said that she knew it well, but she was the only one kept in the dark.

This time, even Jiang Fan didn't mention this matter to her.

There were rumors and gossip outside, but Song Jie calmed down. After this competition, she was proud and knew where her weaknesses were, so she just looked at the general knowledge of the mysterious world in the jade slips----in Song Ze Dangling in front of her for two days, shaking her head and tail, she wanted to get Song Ze to praise her, but she didn't know that Song Ze didn't pick up Lingzi at all, and was always stingy with compliments. Whenever she lost her temper, she worked hard.

I'm not afraid that she doesn't work hard, but I'm afraid that she works too hard.With this hard work, she finally understood what the ambiguity in those people's eyes meant.

The general knowledge in the jade slips clearly told her that the spiritual weapon can only be used by the contractor who recognizes its owner with blood dripping.At first Song Jie felt that the general knowledge was wrongly written.When she used the Changjian, there was no hindrance or resistance, just like the watermelon knife at the watermelon stand by the roadside.

General knowledge also explains that when you are dying, if you want to share a spiritual weapon with others...

In short, if one party can use the other party's spiritual weapon, it requires the fusion of spiritual power of both parties, and the fusion of spiritual power needs to be carried out under the condition of dual cultivation.In this kind of situation, the double cultivation, one party is completely open, which has certain dangers. If the other party has malicious intentions and takes advantage of this opportunity to absorb spiritual power, if one is not careful, the spiritual power will be exhausted.

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A bolt from the blue seemed to explode above Song Jie's head, and the shock was no less than that day when Song Ze whispered her secrets.

Song knew about her privacy.

Song has resentment and affection towards her.

Song has her beloved magnolia hairpin.

She can use Song Ze's Lord Recognition Spirit Artifact at will.

Song Ze and her spiritual power blended together, and it was difficult to distinguish each other.

If she didn't misinterpret it, an answer was on the horizon.

She and Song have done many things that she has seen in picture books since she was a child but never really done.

The most important point is that apart from the mysterious sense of familiarity, she doesn't have any memory of it.

Just like Yan Zijing remembered her, she only wanted to kill this man in a vague way, but she couldn't remember any enmity with him.When I saw that face, I had no impression.But it was obvious that Yan Zijing recognized her.

These days, Song Ze's affection for her no longer needs to be said, no matter how stupid or stupid she is or if she doesn't want to admit it, she can't ignore it.

Chang Jianfei flew towards her and was used by her. In the eyes of countless people, Song didn't say a word about what shocked everyone, as if it was very common for Song Jie to use her spiritual weapon.

Not only that, from the moment she held Chang Jian, Song Ze's affection for her had been revealed in front of the entire Tongxuan Realm.

Nothing to hide, nothing to avoid.

What about myself to Song Ze?

Naturally attracted by it, yearned for physically and mentally, nostalgic, it is a profound feeling that I have never experienced before, and the whole person does not seem to be myself.

But why can't she remember it at all?

Were the memories they had too good, or too painful for her to bear and have to forget?

The bell also needs to be tied.

Leaving the inn, it was already the time when the galaxy was shining, the mountains came to peace at night, and sometimes there was a light breeze blowing in, sending out a faint fragrance.

A monk who has reached her level is already bigu, but she always has to eat something every day to feel satisfied. Sometimes it is not just a simple hunger, but a desire for food.He didn't notice it when he was sitting dry, only he knew that his thoughts were disturbed, his dislike for Song Ze in the past appeared alternately with his master's teachings, and even Song Ze's eye waves appeared in his eyes.

Not only did she feel that she had lost her memory, but even her heart seemed to be missing a piece.

Song Ze's residence is very quiet. She has never taken in disciples, and has no direct disciples to serve her. She lives in a small courtyard, and there are two disciples on duty outside the small courtyard. There are restrictions inside and outside the courtyard.Song Jie sneaked close to the small courtyard, and Song Ze had already noticed it, and told the disciples on duty not to stop him, and let him drive in.

The disciple on duty was curious, so he peeked through a crack in the door of the room.However, with two eyes and one mouth, she is not so beautiful as to shock the world, it is utterly tragic, and for some reason she is favored by the suzerain.Their suzerain has always had one person and one sword, and he has never even had a disciple.

Knowing that she was allowed to enter, Song Jie still probed her head, and Song Ze saw that she was deliberately acting like a thief, which was very interesting.

What a born thief.

The first thing the flower picker said when he saw her was: "I'm hungry."

A beautiful little lady, lying in front of the couch, blinking and blinking, saying that she is hungry, she is innocent, charming, and a little bit wronged, there is a trace of shyness hidden in the depths of her eyes. No one can refuse.

Song asked her, "What do you want to eat?"

"In a hot pot, there are meat, vegetables, rice, and wine. The meat needs beef, the vegetables need leaves, and the wine needs to be slightly hot enough to drink." As he spoke, Song Jie felt even hungrier.

Take out the red clay stove, charcoal fire, beef pot with meat and vegetables, a small jar of wine, wine glasses, bowls and chopsticks from the storage jade slips, and put them all on the table.

Song Jie was pleasantly surprised, but he didn't forget to talk: "How long has this meat been kept, is it still edible?"

Song Ze glanced at her: "There is no time in the storage slips."

There is no passage of time, it is neither rotten nor bad, and it can be eaten naturally.

Suppressing the throbbing in his heart, Song Jie smiled openly.

Song Zeyu pointed to the scallions to stimulate the spiritual power, hot wine and hot dishes, poured eight parts of wine into each of the two wine glasses. "There are both food and wine, but rice is hard to keep, so you will use some."

His eyes were slightly hot, and the corners of his mouth curled up, Song Jie said: "Song Zongzhu would put meat, vegetables and wine in the storage jade tablet, did he sneak up to eat in the middle of the night?"

Song Ze said: "Some people have a good appetite, but I just prepare for emergencies."

Song Jie didn't ask who the "someone" was, raised his glass and lightly touched the wine glass in front of Song Ze, and drank it down in one gulp.

It's the Yulu from the Qionghua Pavilion in Luoshui City. The women in the Qionghua Pavilion are not very good, but this wine is indeed a unique and delicious wine in Luoshui City.The taste is pure, with a faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, which happens to be strong wine.