Journey To the World of Film and Television

"Oh, by the way, if you still can't untie the vine killing on the ninth day, then let your senior teachers come to Cangcheng Mountain to find me in person, and tell me that I have something to ask for." Si Teng added something before Wang Qiankun left.

Zhou Ji calculated the cash on hand. If he wanted to rent a place temporarily, he would look down on the ones that were too cheap, and couldn’t afford to rent the ones that were too expensive, so a smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he looked at the anxious Yan Furui , coughed lightly and said: "You go with him too, so there will be someone to take care of you on the way."

"Then my tile-roofed house"

Zhou Ji didn't know that Yan Furui's apprentice was called Wafang, so he thought it was Yan Furui asking for rent, and said with a smile, "It's just a temporary stay, and I won't ruin your house."

Yan Furui thought about it again, it might be a good thing for him that his little apprentice was not exposed, that kid is used to being naughty, if he provokes Si Teng, a long-established evil star, during this period of time, it will not end well.

Secretly concealing his existence, on the contrary, can guarantee his safety.

I entrusted the tile-roofed house to the neighbor's house yesterday, and it's almost time to come back by now.

Thinking of this, Yan Furui nodded quickly, supported Wang Qiankun whose legs were trembling, and hurriedly walked out the door.

Si Teng was not afraid that Yan Furui and Wang Qiankun would just run away, after all, monks could not escape the temple, and the ancestral house of Xingyun Pavilion was still here, so Yan Furui would not just leave.

As for Wang Qiankun, then don't worry about it.

After all, not everyone is as mysterious as the annoying person in front of him, who can quietly evade vine killing.

"Speaking of which, I was quite surprised." Si Teng sat on the left hand side of the living room, looking at Zhou Ji with cold eyes, "I thought you would go with them."

"I'm not stupid." Zhou Ji was amused when he heard the words, leaning against the door frame and said with a smile: "You quietly played a trick on Wang Qiankun, if I follow again, wouldn't it be true that I'm with you?"

Si Teng sneered, raised his eyes and said, "Aren't we all in the same group?"

"Having said that, it's just the most basic cooperative relationship. I don't want to be regarded as a 'clan minion', naively intruding into the Xuanmen to be cannon fodder." Zhou Ji said with a serious face, "I'm very interested in the Xuanmen technique. I am interested because I need to improve my strength as soon as possible, not because I want to be your enemy."

Zhou Ji paused for a moment, and said sincerely: "You don't let me down, and I don't let you down."

"Is that the kind of thing that deceives little girls on weekdays?" Si Teng sneered, indifferent. "Sometimes you ask for the law of longevity, and then you urgently need to improve your strength. Do you have some deep hatred on your back, or are you being hunted down by evil forces, waiting to save the earth?"

As he spoke, Si Teng got up and walked towards the door, passed by Zhou Ji, and suddenly stopped, as if remembering something, and asked, "Is there any news about the descendants of the Jia family who asked you to investigate?"

Zhou Jibai gave Si Teng a look, and complained: "How can it be so easy? I have already asked a friend I know to help with the investigation, and I am planning to go to Yuhang to find him these days."

"You still have friends?" Si Teng showed a particularly fake surprised expression, his smiling eyes seemed to say, people like you also have friends?

"The couple rescued by Dana are about to get engaged recently, and they specially invited me to come over." Zhou Ji smiled triumphantly, "How is it? Are you interested in going to join in the fun?"

The engaged couple, Si Teng, shook her head. She didn't like graves, nor did she like excitement, and she had no interest in these at all.

"When will you be back?" Si Teng stopped at the door and asked as if unintentionally.

"Three or five days?" Zhou Ji took out a bank card from his bag and handed it to Si Teng, "Well, after deducting our expenses these days, there should be more than 50,000 left in the card, and the password is 193 Seven seven seven, the day of your death."

What a death day!

In the first half, Si Teng was a little satisfied with what he heard, thinking that this person was quite sensible, but when he heard the last sentence of "your death day", Si Teng's eyelids twitched, and there was a murderous look in his raised smile, as if he was planning. To restore strength, where to bury Zhou Ji can he grow stronger.

This money is already all of Zhou Ji's savings.

Si Teng knew this very well, and perhaps it was precisely because she knew this that she didn't put the annoying person in front of her upside down in the soil, watering and fertilizing.

"It's okay~! Don't worry!" Zhou Ji didn't notice Si Teng's murderous eyes at all, and patted his chest and said, "I went to Yuhang not only to find Jia's family, but also to make money, so don't worry. flowers."

Anyway, the savings card can't be swiped.

It was clear to the two from the beginning that their relationship was one of cooperation rather than dependence.

So when Zhou Ji left, Si Teng never thought about keeping him, and had no position to keep him.

When she was alone in this empty courtyard, brewing a pot of fragrant tea, leaning against the small building, and flipping through ancient books, she was indescribably demure and elegant, but there was one annoying audience missing. Beauty is beauty, but it is also less popular.

on the plane.

Zhou Ji hauled the sword box used to carry the luggage, and he brought a miscellaneous note from Qiu Shan's study to pass the time.

Anyway, the firearms, ammunition and other contraband are buried in Dana, so there is no need to worry about being detained at the airport.

The seats in the business class were quite loose. Zhou Ji found a comfortable posture and sat down, flipping through the ancient books in his hand page by page.

He seems to be free-spirited, but in fact he is very serious and devoted.

This ancient book does not contain any content about Xuanmen cultivation, but it contains the details of the Han people that have appeared in various places over the years.

Zhou Ji watched very slowly, trying to memorize the various ethnic groups introduced above while watching, without paying any attention to the surprised eyes projected from the other side of the aisle.

"President Shan, what's wrong with you?"

The assistant at the side noticed Shan Zhigang's sudden change of expression, and asked with concern.

Shan Zhigang waved his hand. Although his expression calmed down, there was still a turmoil in his heart.

He remembered the book in Zhou Ji's hand.

Because he wrote it!

Ten years ago, he feigned death and escaped, and lived as Shan Zhigang for more than ten years. He gradually integrated into this identity and faded away from his past as Qiu Shan.

But now, why did the ancient books he left in Xingyun Pavilion appear here? And in the hands of a stranger.

Did Yan Furui sell his family fortune? Or something else?

Seeing that Shan Zhigang was interested in Zhou Ji on the other side of the aisle, the female assistant explained in a low voice: "That person is Mr. Qin's friend. When he booked the plane ticket this morning, he asked me to book an extra one for him. I remember the name seems to be Zhou Ji?"

Zhou Ji turned his head to look at the female assistant who introduced himself in a low voice, nodded and smiled lightly, and the clear and transparent eyes reflected in her eyes, which made her jump.

‘Can you hear it so quietly? '