Journey To the World of Film and Television

After eating two bowls of fish soup, Ning Que went to wash the pots and utensils by the stream with a resentful expression on his face. Mo Shanshan wanted to help at first, but was held back by Zhou Ji, who took out a set of tables and chairs from the void so that she could Practice calligraphy by the campfire.

Mo Shanshan gave Ning Que an embarrassed look, moved closer to Zhou Ji, and whispered, "Young Master Zhou, isn't this a bit too good?"

Seeing that Mo Shanshan was helping him speak, Ning Que waved his hand, pretending to be cool, "It's okay, Lord Mo Shan, it just so happened that I was a little full from eating, and I can move my body by the way."

As Ning Que said, he picked up the pots and dishes and walked towards the distant stream, constantly criticizing someone in his heart for crossing the river and tearing down the bridge, revenge for his kindness~

If Sangsang was here, he would still be able to hand over these tasks to his little black maid, who has a good reputation of moving her body more to avoid the recurrence of cold poison, but now there are four people present, although he has the title of Mr. Thirteen of the Academy, but He couldn't order Mo Shanshan to wash the pots and wash the dishes, so he had to squat by the cold stream and wash the dishes silently by himself.

Li slowly looked at Ning Que's walking figure, shook his head and chuckled, glanced at Mo Shanshan who was studying ink and writing by the campfire, and finally landed on Zhou Ji, Zhou Ji smiled lightly, although he didn't speak, his voice condensed like a thread. Into Li Slowly's ears.

As if aware of the fluctuation of vitality, Mo Shanshan paused slightly as he grinded his wrist, the breeze blew his bangs, and a look of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Li slowly nodded slightly, intercepted a section of spiritual power and quickly analyzed the usage, condensed the sound into a thread, and transmitted the sound into the secret path, "Sir, since you want to ask the teacher about something, why did you deliberately dismiss Ning Que?"

This is actually a very sad thing.

As time travelers, even though Zhou Ji and Ning Que did not come from the same world, they are still "citizens" living in the same world with the background of modern society.

But compared to Ning Que, Zhou Ji is more willing to trust Master.

The natives of a world can even threaten their own lives.

Because in this world, Sangsang is the only softness in Ning Que's heart. In order to survive, Ning Que can abandon everyone except Sangsang; and what Zhou Ji wants to help his master is to kill Sangsang.

Zhou Ji picked up a twig and stuffed it into the bonfire, shook his head and did not answer Li Slow's question, but changed the subject and said, 'Where did Master go now? '

The undried pine branches crackled in the campfire, and a few ashes floated up with the flames, flickered and dissipated.

Li slowly showed a calm smile, and looked at the abyss-like night sky with the rising fly ash, "Should the teacher be drinking now?"

Thousands of miles away, in a remote town in Gushan County, Tang State.

It was late at night, and the shops around were closed to thank customers, but there were still drunks lingering in an unremarkable tavern on the corner of the street.

Hearing the drunk old man keep belittling the wine he sells, the tavern owner stepped forward impatiently, brought up a ten-jin wine jar, and said angrily, "This is the most famous wine in our Gushan County. Jiujiang Shuangzheng, the strongest wine in the world, if you can finish this jar, I won't charge you for the wine."

The old man had gray beard and hair, and his big rosacea nose was flushed. He grabbed the wine jar and drank it. He drank the whole jar of spirits in a blink of an eye. Looked it over, "Hiss~ This is also suitable for wine? Good Jiujiang double steamed, fade out like a bird?"

As he spoke, the old man tilted his head and glanced at the tavern owner, stood up and grabbed his collar, and said fiercely, "I hate fake wine sellers like you the most!"

The boss was so frightened by the drunkard's cold and indifferent eyes that his feet went limp, and he wanted to back away, but found that the old man, who was as rotten as a dead tree, had such a strong hand that he couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard he tried.

As the drunkard's eyes became more and more fierce, at some point another skinny hand stretched out in front of the two of them, holding a piece of broken silver in his hand. The broken silver was not big, but it attracted the attention of the drunkard and the boss.

"Go and get some snacks for wine and send them to me and my friends."

The alcoholic's eyes turned from the broken silver to the old man with white beard and hair, but the robes were luxurious, and he slowly let go of his palm. The boss quickly took the broken silver and fled towards the back kitchen as if he had been pardoned.

The master put the wine jar in the other hand on the table, and said with a smile, "Drinker, I have authentic Jiujiang double steaming here, as long as you come with me, I guarantee you can drink enough."

The drunkard didn't look at the master any more, as if he didn't hear him, he raised the wine jar and looked around, and said to himself, "Hey~ It seems that I have to read the almanac when I go out in the future, either when I meet someone who sells fake wine or when I meet a debt collector. of."

"How long has it been since we saw each other?" The master shook his head helplessly and complained, "In order to find you two, my feet were worn out and hundreds of pairs of shoes were worn out. Come and summer, dozens of cold and summer, followed by hundreds of cold and summer, soon there will be a thousand cold and summer.”

"Good wine, good wine~~" The drunkard didn't listen to what the master was saying, lifted the seal and took a deep sniff, took a sip, showing an intoxicated expression.

"It's useless to search and search, but it's useless to find it~" The drunkard put down the wine jar and said with a smile, "The butcher and I will not answer any questions for you, nor will we do anything for you."

The master was silent for a moment, then smiled, "I guess you will say that, but today is different, why don't we make a bet, if you lose, you have to do something with the butcher for me."

The drunkard hugged the wine jar and laughed, "I'm a drunkard, not a gambler."

The smile froze suddenly, and the alcoholic raised his head to look at the expressionless master, and his eyes glanced at the gradually clenched fist on the table, his Adam's apple rolled, and he immediately confessed, "I'll give you some face, what's the bet?"

"Drunkard. Butcher" Zhou Ji sighed softly and said.

Seeing Li slowly smiling confidently and calmly, Zhou Ji shook his head and looked towards the dark night in the distance.

Now that the master has found the position of the drunkard, it means that he will learn the truth about Haotian Yongye from the drunkard and the butcher, and this truth Li Slowly does not know, perhaps in the years of traveling with the master, he has already He had a hunch, but out of his confidence in the Master, he did not waver.

"Wine? What kind of wine? Is Mr. Zhou going to drink?" Ning Que came back with the pot, vaguely heard Zhou Ji talking, and said regretfully, "If you want to talk about the night cold in the wilderness, it would be nice if you can have a pot of strong wine to warm your body , It's a pity that the pot of Jiujiang Shuangzheng that Sang Sangsai gave me was already finished on the way to the wasteland."

Zhou Ji did not correct Ning Que, but smiled calmly, "I don't like strong alcohol, so I only hid some low-alcohol fruit wine. If you want to drink, I can take out a few jugs for you."

Sang Sang often needs to drink spirits to keep out the cold. Over time, Ning Que has become accustomed to strong spirits like Jiujiang Shuangzheng. He is a little disappointed to hear that Zhou Ji's storage space is only fruit wine.

But something is better than nothing, Ning Quetian took out a jug of fruit wine to Zhou Ji and sat back by the campfire, Zhou Ji looked at Li Slowly, Li Slowly shook his head and smiled, "Thank you sir for your kindness." When looking at Mo Shanshan, Mo Shanshan was a little reserved, and also rejected Zhou Ji.

The night is getting darker, and the sparse starlight can't illuminate the depths of the night at all. There is only a cluster of bonfires in the desolate wasteland. Seeing a woman coming over, Mo Shanshan didn't recognize her until she got closer and closer, and asked in surprise, "Nympho girl?"

Lu Chenjiale took the reins, with a haggard expression that couldn't hide the disappointment.

"Why did she come here?" Ning Que was also a little surprised.

Zhou Ji sighed, "She rode into the wilderness alone for the sake of Prince Longqing."

Ning Que's expression was slightly awkward. Lu Chenjia didn't notice the change in Ning Que's expression. When Zhou Ji said that Long Qing got off his horse immediately, he said anxiously, "Have you seen him?"

Zhou Ji didn't answer, but turned to look at Ning Que. Ning Que stood there with a complicated expression and said, "I've seen it before."

Lu Chenjia saluted with both hands, and said in a deep voice, "Please tell me where he might have gone?"

Ning Que carefully chose his words, and concealed the fact that Long Qing bet with him on a sneak attack and was shot, but simply told her that he was by the Daming Lake in the valley that day, and Prince Longqing was on the snowy cliff in the distance.

Although I don't know where Long Qing went afterwards, I finally have a general direction.

Lu Chenjia saluted Ning Que again, and was about to mount his horse and leave, but was stopped by Mo Shanshan.

Mo Shanshan turned his head to look at Zhou Ji, although Zhou Ji had understood what she wanted to say through the lens through the lens before opening his mouth, showing a smile of approval, Zhou Ji reached out and took out dry food from the void and handed it to Mo Shanshan.

Mo Shanshan pursed his lips slightly, took the rations and walked towards Lu Chenjia, "Take these rations."

"Thank you." Lu Chenjia finally thanked, got on his horse, and rushed to the depths of the wilderness.

Zhou Ji stepped forward, stood side by side with Mo Shanshan, followed her line of sight, and said softly, "Are you worried about her?"

"Yeah." Mo Shanshan felt a little depressed, and said with emotion, "I have known the nymphomaniac for many years. At the beginning, I still couldn't understand what kind of power could make that flower-loving nympho become a land i don't know. Chenjia, but after I got to know you, I seem to understand her a little bit."

Zhou Ji was startled when he heard the words, thinking he heard something wrong.

Looking down at Mo Shanshan, Mo Shanshan was a little stunned when he spoke. He could only see a red glow rising from the looming white jade neck and spreading to the small and crystal earlobe. It was hot and red, and it looked like it was about to bleed.

"What did you just say?"

"I said I like you."

As if aware of Zhou Ji's gaze, Mo Shanshan turned his back to Zhou Ji, tried to calm down, turned around to hold back his shyness, raised his head slightly to look at Zhou Ji, and confirmed that he had been bothering him these days, never before. There have been feelings.

Zhou Ji looked at Mo Shanshan's unshakable and firm eyes, his heartstrings seemed to be plucked by an invisible finger, he was silent for a moment, and smiled again, "I like you too."

Mo Shanshan felt a little at a loss for a moment. He lowered his head and used his black hair to hide the complex and unbelievable expression on his face.

Zhou Ji's answer is the answer she wants to hear most, but this answer is not the only one for Zhou Ji.

"I know." Mo Shanshan nodded slightly but shook his head again.

The distance was less than two steps, even without glasses, Mo Shanshan could tell that Zhou Ji looked at him with admiration rather than liking. Mo Shanshan had never met Ning Que's third senior sister, only from his description and Zhou Ji's previous appearance. From the experience I have talked about, I realized this woman whose temperament is similar to my own, but different.

Just like what she said to Ye Hongyu a few days ago, she likes Zhou Ji, but she also knows that Zhou Ji doesn't like her enough.

No one is required to say that they like a person, and the other person must also like themselves to the same extent.

Even Zhou Ji doesn't like her enough now.

But who can tell the future?

After eating a big melon, Ning Que and Li slowly smiled, and they often went together on the road, leaving Zhou Ji and Mo Shanshan alone time to spend together.

During these days, Ning Que finally understood why the Mingzi Juantianshu was not in the Mozong site, and what the rumored "will appear in the wilderness" was all about.

Unexpectedly, the heavenly book that everyone is looking for is always here with Li Manman, and he always carries it with him, never hiding it.

In a blink of an eye, more than a month has passed, and the snow-covered withered grass was gradually replaced by billowing yellow sand. Everyone walked through the wasteland and finally arrived at the deserted city at the junction of the Tang Dynasty and the Golden Tent Royal Court.

Trekking all the way from the wasteland, everyone was a little tired. Zhou Ji found an inn and decided to rest in Tucheng for a few days to buy some supplies along the way. Everyone readily agreed.

When Zhou Ji invited Mo Shanshan to go to the market in Tucheng the next day, the two happened to run into Ning Que who was confronting a late Dongxuan master on the way.

The merchants and people around have all retreated, leaving only the empty streets and two people at war.

Mo Shanshan frowned slightly, tugged on Zhou Ji's sleeve, and asked him if he was going to help Mr. Thirteen.

Ning Que had already consolidated his cultivation in the Dongxuan Realm, coupled with the blessing of the Taotie Dafa of the Demon Sect, the ordinary late Dongxuan was no longer his opponent, so how could he need help?

But since Mo Shanshan mentioned it, Zhou Ji had no choice but to step forward, ignoring the guarded gaze of the Nian teacher, called Ning Que's name, and teased, "Can I handle it myself? Do you need help?"

Ning Que had just received the news of his master Yan Se's death from the hidden guards of the Tang Dynasty, and was ridiculed and provoked by the killer sent by Xia Hou. Now he heard Zhou Ji's voice and did not turn his head back, but lowered his head slightly, letting the people in Tucheng The yellow wind blew his hair, confused his eyes, and a voice that was so indifferent that there was no fluctuation squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Need not!"

Pu Dao made a move, and Ning Que's figure suddenly moved forward, turning into a blurry black shadow and slamming into Nian Master. Zhou Ji turned around and looked at Mo Shanshan, shrugged and said, "It is estimated that this street cannot be visited today. Let's go and look elsewhere, shall we?"

The barrier of thought power bloomed with light yellow lines and shattered under Ning Que's blade. The lost sword energy and thought power exploded behind Zhou Ji, like hitting a transparent wall, until Mo Shanshan and Zhou Ji walked out The streets were just like wind and clouds, and the wooden frames and stalls scattered all over the place were destroyed.