Chapter 322 Variables (Three More)

The woman in white turned a deaf ear to the man's words, and just threw the three copper coins on the ground over and over again, picked it up, tossed it again, picked it up again...

Over and over again, it seems that you will never get tired of it.

The middle-aged man was not surprised by her attitude. After all, in the past six years, every time he came here, he saw such a picture.

The difference is that this time he did not walk away as usual, but walked in front of the woman.

Looking at the woman's face covered with hideous scars, she sighed and said, "It's been six years, Ji Luo, you're still so obsessed."

Ji Luo's hand to pick up the copper plate paused, and quickly resumed the action just now.

"Do you still remember the last hexagram of your divination eighteen years ago, Ziwei Xingxing is now, and the real dragon is out."

The middle-aged man didn't seem to expect her to answer him, he squatted down and looked at him, and continued like an old friend chatting: "Now that eighteen years have passed, it won't be long before the confrontation between the three kingdoms will be broken.

And the real dragon will eventually rule the world, and at that time, our Tianji Valley will stand in front of the world again, and become an existence that everyone admires like our ancestors. "

After saying that, the middle-aged man's eyes already burst out with fiery light, and his eyes are full of madness.

However, Ji Luo still turned a deaf ear, not even raising his eyelids.

The middle-aged man was so angry at her appearance that he suddenly stretched out his hand through the iron cage and grabbed Ji Luo's chin, forcing her to raise his head, and shook his head regretfully: "Unfortunately those have nothing to do with you, you said We grew up together as childhood sweethearts, why do you have to fall in love with someone else?"

While speaking, his fingers were constantly rubbing the crisscrossing scars on Ji Luo's face, old and new.

I don't know what to think, he threw the man away with a force, stood up quickly, his expression became hideous, and he gritted his teeth and said: "For that man, as the owner of the valley, you disregard the ancestral instruction and betray the valley.

If the man is a good one, but look at how you end up now.

Ji Luo, do you regret it? "

The ancestral training of Tianji Valley must not be involved with the royal family; the valley owner must marry the high priest to give birth to the next valley owner.

She committed both.

Regret?

Ji Luo has also asked herself countless times, but when she thinks of that soft and glutinous little person, she knows that she has no regrets.

Even if that person betrayed her, she would not regret it.

Ji Luo picked up the coins scattered on the ground one by one and sat up again, just like the middle-aged man saw when he first came in.

Seeing his demeanor, the man sneered: "I just wanted to tell you today that Wu State is already under the control of the True Dragon.

The next one is Daxia, and then Xuanyuan Kingdom. You should be familiar with these two places, right? "

The middle-aged man said no more, and walked away.

There was a sound of the stone door being re-closed behind him, and the stone chamber was plunged into darkness, only the faint moonlight shone through the hole on the top of the mountain.

Ji Luo slowly raised his head to look at the night sky, and suddenly the corners of his lips curled up, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Six years, so sixteen years have passed?"

As the words fell, a tear fell from the corner of her eye.

After a long time, she stretched out her hand to wipe away the tear, looked at the three copper plates in her hand, and smiled mockingly.

That hexagram 18 years ago was her last divination in Guzhong, and she did swore that she would not start divination again when she fled.

It's a pity that they all underestimated the heart of a mother.

As long as you can protect your children, break your oath, and be punished, you have nothing to fear.

However, in that hexagram, she found a variable.

This variable is doomed that these people will not do as they wish.

She waited, waiting for these people to bring Tianji Valley to its demise...

In a two-story bamboo building, a beautiful woman sat in front of the dressing table and let her maid pass her hair.

Looking at her face in the mirror, her youthful appearance remained unchanged, she lightly opened her lips and asked, "Has the high priest gone over there again?"

"Yes, the disciple saw that the high priest just came out." The girl in white who was standing beside replied.

With a "bang", the woman threw a dagger on the dressing table: "Go, it's the old rule, three knives, remember to draw deeper this time."

After speaking, the woman reached out and stroked her cheek.

Her voice was gentle and gentle, with a smile on her face, but her words were extremely vicious.

The girl in white picked up the dagger unsurprisingly, cupped her hands and left, and went to the forbidden area.

...

When Shen Yijia and Song Jingchen returned to the top of the cliff, it was already dark, and the two people above were relieved to see them coming back.

The dumpling didn't know where to get a pheasant, put it at Shen Yijia's feet, and rubbed her leg affectionately.

Please don't be too obvious.

Shen Yijia: Did something happen that she didn't know about? He has become so diligent after leaving for a long time. You must know that in the past, this kind of treatment was only reserved for beautiful husbands.

The dumpling didn't care what she thought, and after rubbing it, she walked away.

After a quarter of an hour, he came back, and this time he brought back a wild boar cub.

"What kind of wind does it smoke?" Shen Yijia asked curiously.

Thirty thousand Mo: "Isn't it full at noon?"

The two masters went off the cliff and never came back. They didn't know what was going on, and they didn't dare to go down to find them.

As long as the young lady was not around, Mo Yuan wouldn't cook at all, and the meat dumplings he roasted were unpalatable, so...

Shen Yijia rolled her eyes, and this dumpling of feelings pleases herself, just want the beautiful husband to give it barbecue?

This scheming tiger finally knows who to please in this family is useful. It seems that she has not eaten for free these days, it is not easy!

"Where is the water source near here?" Song Jingchen asked.

The jerky was almost finished by Shen Yijia, so it was time to make more this time.

Thirty thousand: "The subordinate found a cave near here, and there is a diving pool in the cave."

Song Jingchen nodded and asked 30,000 to lead the way.

This cave was different from the one they had spent the night before. There was actually a slate bed in it, and a few crock pots were buckled in the corner.

It can be seen that someone has lived here, but it should have been a long time ago.

Because whether it is a slate bed or a crock pot, it is covered with a thick layer of ash.

The fire was lit to illuminate the cave, Song Jingchen looked around and said, "I'll rest here for the night."

In turn, he instructed San Wan to follow the dumplings to find more prey.

After Mo Yuan cleaned up the pheasant and wild boar, Shen Yijia also cleaned the pots.

Song Jingchen simmered pheasant soup in a clay pot and stopped doing it.

The dumplings, who were anxious to bring 30,000 back, circled around the remaining prey.

Shen Yijia happily drank pheasant soup with Song Jingchen, and was amused by it's appearance so much that she couldn't help laughing: "Mo Yuan, you roast more meat for it."

Of course, only oneself can eat what Beauty Xianggong does.

After everyone had eaten and drank enough, Song Jingchen started to make the remaining meat into jerky.

After a night of silence, a few people started going down the mountain early the next morning.