Aunt, please don't chase me. I don't want to be the emperor.

Ji Xian was confused. What was all this?

He forced himself to sit up again despite the pain, then closed his eyes and carefully sorted out the current situation, wanting to understand the current situation clearly.

I was seriously injured and lost consciousness. I fell into the river and should have been washed away. The river flows to the southwest, so my current location should be in the southwest of Beimo.

This woman was a Yangshen cultivator, and I had never heard of her name. However, judging from the fact that she saved me, treated my injuries, and returned my weapon to me, she was not a bad person.

When she saved Cheng Ying, she obviously didn't know Cheng Ying's identity, and of course, she probably didn't know her own identity either.

Thinking of his weapon, Ji Xian recalled the scene when Lulu helped him strengthen his body's protective energy and blocked a fatal blow for him. He immediately picked up Shenghuiji and called softly: "Lulu, Lulu, can you hear me?"

However, Princess Seihui did not respond, not even a fluctuation of spiritual power.

However, Ji Xian did not feel disappointed or discouraged, because his perception was so outstanding that he could sense that the spirituality in the sword was still there, although weak, it was beating like a heart.

Lulu is fine, but she may have consumed too much energy and cannot transform.

Thinking of this, Ji Xian also breathed a sigh of relief.

Although this sword spirit always speaks sarcastic words and goes against him, she is the incarnation of his grandmother and his sword spirit after all. Ji Xian naturally cannot bear to see anything happen to her.

After confirming that Lulu was fine, Ji Xian looked at Cheng Ying again.

At this time, Cheng Ying dragged his wounded body to sit up, leaning on the deck, looking at Ji Xian with cold and sharp eyes, and there was a faint spiritual power emerging from his body.

Ji Xian felt murderous intent from her eyes.

Ji Xian suddenly broke out in a cold sweat: "Hey, hey, hey, you don't want to fight again, do you?"

It seemed so, because Cheng Ying had raised his hand and the sharp blade popped out from his sleeve.

Ji Xian was stunned. This girl was too direct!

But at this moment, there was a noise from the bow, and soon Ji Wan'er came in again, holding a fishing rod in her hand with a fish hooked on it.

"I caught a fish, so I have dinner for tonight."

When Ji Wan'er came in, she saw Cheng Ying's hidden knife and was stunned: "What are you doing?"

Cheng Ying glanced at Ji Wan'er, and after two seconds of silence, he took off his gloves and wiped them with his hidden knife: "Manicure."

"Oh." Ji Wan'er didn't think much about it: "Get ready, we'll go ashore and eat later."

Ji Wan'er came in to put down the fishing rod. After putting down the fishing rod, she passed through the two of them and went to the stern of the boat.

Ji Xian looked at this scene with a frown on her face and her eyelids twitching. She felt unbelievable and amazed.

No, no, you actually used an excuse like using a hidden knife to trim your nails. And the crux of the matter is, that woman named Ji Wan'er actually believed it!

Ji Xian raised her head, doubting deeply: "I must be dreaming... Ouch, it hurts!"

The pain from her body told Ji Xian that this was not a dream.

4.17 Everyone in His Majesty's family loves reading

The boat sailed to the side of a lake and soon docked. After docking, Ji Wan'er found some firewood from the woods on the shore. After making a fire, she used a branch to start roasting fish.

Ji Xian and Cheng Ying walked over slowly.

"Ouch, I'm tired and in pain."

After Ji Xian walked to the fire, he sat down on the ground tiredly. However, the pain made him feel sore again, and he frowned in pain.

Ji Wan'er glanced at him and said as she grilled fish, "Although your injuries are serious, they are only external injuries and concussions. No vital parts have been damaged. You will recover with recuperation."

"Yes, yes, but it still hurts." Ji Xian smiled bitterly and shook his head, but at this moment his nose suddenly sniffed and then began to be intoxicated: "Hmm... This fish smells so good, why does it smell so good?"

"This is a fang fish, a species unique to the Northern Desert." Ji Wan'er still had the time to explain to Ji Xian, "This fish is also considered a kind of exotic beast. Although it is very aggressive, it has high spiritual power and is considered a tonic."

As Ji Wan'er spoke, she took out seasonings from her luggage, making the grilled fish smell even more tempting.

This was the first time that Ji Xian had any feelings for food other than the ones cooked by Su Luoxue.

Ji Wan'er grilled more than one fish, but three in total, just one for each person.

After Ji Wan'er finished grilling one, she handed it to Ji Xian first. Ji Xian took it, thanked her, and then immediately started eating it in big mouthfuls. After a while, a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

Ji Wan'er's originally colorless face smiled, and suddenly seemed to remember something: "Oh, right, you haven't told me your names yet?"

"Ah, um, delicious..." Ji Xian was saying it was delicious at first, but after hearing Ji Wan'er say that, she froze for a moment, and after hesitating for a moment, she said, "My name is Su Xian."

"Su Xian, Su Hong is the same last name."

Ji Wan'er murmured, just like Ji Xian lamented that Ji Wan'er and she had the same surname.

Of course, Ji Xian didn't know who Su Hong was that she was talking about. She just thought he was an acquaintance that the other person knew and didn't take it too seriously.

When Ji Wan'er and Ji Xian looked at Cheng Ying at the same time, Cheng Ying had been sitting in the corner with an expressionless face. The firelight illuminated her dim face, making her look like a ghost.

Even facing the gazes of the two, Cheng Ying remained indifferent, feeling like a statue.

No one spoke for a while and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Ji Wan'er was silent for two seconds and then asked, "Um, what's your name, young lady?"

Cheng Ying replied: "Cheng Ying."

Unlike Ji Xian, Cheng Ying dared to reveal her real name. Of course, she would only do this when she judged the situation was harmless or had other purposes.

Ji Wan'er really didn't know Cheng Ying. She just nodded and handed another grilled fish to Cheng Ying.

But Cheng Ying turned her head away: "I'm not hungry."

Cheng Ying is a professional killer and will not eat other people's food.

"Eat a little. You don't have much spiritual energy left." But Ji Wan'er kindly advised her, "This fang fish can replenish spiritual energy. Your injuries are much more serious than Su Xian's. If you don't replenish your spiritual energy in time, you will easily suffer from sequelae."

What Ji Wan'er said was true. Although Cheng Ying didn't scream in pain like Ji Xian and had no expression on his face, Cheng Ying's injuries were actually much more serious than Ji Xian's.

Cheng Ying was attacked by three Yang Gods, suffering numerous internal and external injuries. Ji Xian then pierced his left chest with a sword, which, while not damaging any organs, was still a serious injury. Later, he drained his spiritual energy in the woods, set up a formation, and fired a fatal arrow.

After suffering a series of serious injuries and overdrawing her spiritual power, it was a miracle that Cheng Ying was still alive. But this did not mean that Cheng Ying could just go about her business as usual; her condition was still very serious.

Although Ji Wan'er had treated Cheng Ying's internal and external injuries, she was not able to deal with the exhaustion of her spiritual power. Although Ji Wan'er could transfer her spiritual power to Cheng Ying to help her heal, it was ultimately Ji Wan'er's spiritual power, not someone else's.

How can other people's spiritual power be as effective as your own?

In other words, Ji Wan'er can only save Cheng Ying's life at most, but if she wants to avoid leaving any sequelae of the disease, it depends on Cheng Ying himself.

Cheng Ying has been practicing with Cheng Longjiu since she was a child, and has practiced almost all the techniques, with swordsmanship, bowsmanship, magic, formation and talisman techniques, as well as refining as the main means, but she is also proficient in alchemy, so she knows medicine.

So after hearing Ji Wan'er say this, Cheng Ying hesitated for a moment, but still took the grilled fish.

She saved my life, so I am not afraid that she will harm me.

Cheng Ying also thought about this and finally started eating fish.

Ji Xian ate with big mouthfuls, observing and sizing up Ji Wan'er from time to time, while thinking in her mind.

This kind of person had never been heard of in the martial arts world before, and she did not hide the purity of her spiritual power. Generally speaking, people would think that she was arrogant, or showing off, showing off her cultivation of the Yang God.

But Ji Wan'er's behavior was not at all ostentatious, and there was no trace of such aura.

Or is it because he is a rookie and doesn't know how dangerous the world is?

Ji Xian felt that this was not the case, because from Ji Wan'er's behavior and aura, she was obviously very familiar with the ways of the martial arts world, and her ability to survive in the wilderness was even more handy. She was obviously a veteran in the martial arts world.

It's not arrogance, it's not ignorance, could it be... fearlessness?

She is confident that her martial arts skills are unmatched in the world, so she doesn't need to hide her identity and can roam freely in the world?

Ji Xian was a little curious, so she looked at her and asked, "Miss Ji, excuse me, how old are you this year?"

No matter which dynasty or generation, it is not a good idea to ask a woman her age. However, judging from Ji Wan'er's aura and temperament, Ji Xian felt that she would not mind this, so she asked.

Ji Wan'er didn't think much and immediately answered: "Seven hundred and twenty-three."

Seven hundred and twenty-three years old is a normal age for a Yangshen. But you have to know that Jiang Shanggong is more than three thousand years old, which is an exaggerated level.

Then Ji Xian asked again: "Miss Ji, I wonder what sect or school you belong to, and who your master is."

"There is no sect, no teacher, and I learn by myself."

"this....."

Ji Xian seemed quite surprised.

Without any sect or teacher, he cultivated himself to the level of Yangshen relying solely on his own talent?

Although surprised, such people have existed throughout history, especially in their Great Zhou, where such people abound. And judging from Ji Wan'er's tone and voice, she didn't seem to be lying.

Ji Xian wanted to inquire more, but Ji Wan'er suddenly asked back: "What do you want to do by asking me this?"

Ji Xian hesitated for a moment, thought about the words, and then answered: "I am curious about Miss Ji's cultivation."

Telling other lies is easy to be exposed, and this truth is nothing special and reasonable.

Ji Wan'er clearly believed and accepted this, saying bluntly, "I don't have a sect or a master. I just like reading books, learning from them, and doing what they say."

"I learned it from books..."

Ji Xian was speechless. He thought of three people.

The first one was Su Luoxue. Su Luoxue had also loved reading since she was a child, spending her days immersed in books. But unlike Ji Wan'er, Su Luoxue not only loved to study on her own, but also had the guidance of elders like Pang Yuanchu and Kong Mingliang, so she could be considered both a self-taught person and mentored by powerful people.

The second was Tang Lin, his mother. Tang Lin had told Ji Xian when he was a child that she also loved reading. Before becoming a disciple of Lie Que Shuai, she had learned all her martial arts techniques from the library.

The third was Ling Qianfan, Ji Xian's great aunt, the Great Zhou Dynasty's Lie Que Shuai, and the creator of the peerless magical skill, Wan Xiang Jue. She was able to create this peerless magical skill by reading books, reading only the most advanced martial arts in the martial arts world, and eventually integrating them into one, creating one of the three peerless magical skills.

What’s going on? Do all female yang gods like reading so much?

Ji Xian began to doubt this.

But Ji Xian hasn't realized one thing yet, that is, the female Yang Goddesses who like to read... are all from his family!

4.18 His Majesty the Emperor does not know that he is the one being scolded

There are nine provinces in the Central Plains, which are called the Nine Provinces of the Central Plains.

The areas outside the Nine Provinces of the Central Plains are called foreign lands. The four areas of east, west, south and north are collectively called the Four Foreign Lands.

Of these four foreign lands, the Northern Desert is the one that is closest to the Central Plains in terms of culture and customs. Its climate is just as its name suggests, with most of the area consisting of desert and desert, and the climate is hot and desolate, which is one of the reasons why they often invaded the Central Plains in the past.

But of course, it is impossible to say that the entire northern desert area is Gobi desert. There are still some valleys, grasslands, mountains, etc., and even in the desert, you can find many oases.

The area where Ji Xian and the others are currently located is located in a mountain range on the southwest side of the Northern Desert. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers. The wind is quite strong and the temperature is very cold at night.

Under normal circumstances, Ji Xianyang, with his god-level cultivation, wouldn't be afraid of this bit of cold. But now, his spiritual power was nearly depleted and he was seriously injured. Although he had consumed some of the exotic fish to replenish his spiritual power, it was mainly used to heal his injuries. Using it to resist the cold would slow his recovery.

Therefore, in order to save spiritual energy, Ji Xian could only curl up next to the fire to keep warm.

I haven’t finished the fish in my hand yet. I eat it while curling up. It feels quite fresh.

Ji Xian had asked so many questions before, and now it was Ji Wan'er's turn to ask him: "Come to think of it, you look like you are from the Central Plains, right? Why did you get so seriously injured in the Northern Desert and be washed into the lake?"

"Uh..." Ji Xian paused while eating the fish. After thinking for a while, she glanced at Cheng Ying and finally sighed and said, "Alas, I went to Beimo to deal with some family matters, and ended up running into my enemies."

What Ji Xian said was not a lie.

They came to the Northern Desert for Su Qingqiu's tomb. Su Luoxue was his aunt, and Yin Longshuai was his uncle. From this perspective, it was indeed a family story. Then they ran into their enemies, which naturally meant Cheng Ying and Baili Qiankun.

But Ji Xian did not sell Cheng Ying, because Cheng Ying could sell him at any time.

It is better not to reveal your identity until you understand Ji Wan'er's identity and purpose.

Ji Wan'er didn't ask any more questions after hearing that. She looked at Cheng Ying again and saw that Cheng Ying was staring at the fish in his hand with an expressionless face. He didn't eat it, just stared at it.

Ji Wan'er didn't ask Cheng Ying any more questions, as she felt it was tiring to communicate with this girl.

So she looked at Ji Xian, only to see Ji Xian ask back: "What about you, Miss Ji, you should also be from the Central Plains, right? What are you doing in Beimo?"

"Something happened at home, so I came to Beimo to arrest someone."

Ji Wan'er answered very readily, and even said: "There is a younger generation in my family who should have shouldered the heavy burden, but he left everything behind and ran away."

"Forehead."

Ji Xian felt that it sounded familiar, inexplicably familiar.

Before he could recall anything, Ji Wan'er continued, "If he escaped to do something meaningful, that would be fine, but he escaped to bully men and women in the martial arts world, indulge in drinking, whoring, gambling, and causing trouble for the people!"

As Ji Wan'er spoke, her face, which was originally as calm as an iceberg beauty, showed clear anger, and even the spiritual power in her body became burning hot.

Hearing Ji Wan'er say this, Ji Xian's familiar feeling suddenly disappeared, and she echoed the curse: "This is too shameless, what a scum among humans!"