Chapter 561 Some Daily Life with Nan Jing

Ji Xun's thoughts wandered in that epiphany state that came and went.

After the feeling of enlightenment dissipated, his thoughts gradually returned.

At this time, the curtain of the marching tent opened a crack, and a head with a ball head got in.

She blinked and shouted briskly: "Ji Xun, dinner is ready."

"Um."

Ji Xun listened to the voice, looked at Nan Jing's smiling face, the dark arc between his eyebrows quietly relaxed, and responded with a smile.

In fact, he knew that this girl had been waiting outside the tent for a while. But she seemed to have sensed something, and was afraid of disturbing herself, so she waited until now.

Nan Jing walked in and wanted to help the patient get up.

She walked closer and glanced at the photos and stamps in Ji Xun's hand, and asked casually: "What are you thinking about?"

Originally, I wanted to ask about the power of the law of time and space that was lingering in the tent just now. I didn't want to inquire about anything else.

Of course, there are also some small curiosity.

The two were already very familiar with each other. Of course Ji Xun could see what the ball-headed lady was thinking, but he didn't pay attention. He directly picked up the photo and showed it openly: "What the emperor said to me before made me think of something." An old friend."

First, there are no taboo topics among friends, and second, it is a story that can be shared.

"Old friend?"

Nan Jing blinked, thinking that this title was a bit strange.

But looking at the young girl in front of the roses in the photo, she blinked and sighed: "Wow, this lady is so beautiful."

Ji Xun smiled noncommittally, with a rare tenderness between his brows.

While Nan Jing was talking, he also saw Ji Xun in the photo. He took a closer look and couldn't hide the admiration in his eyes: "Mr. Ji Xun is also very handsome."

Then, she asked: "When was the photo taken? It looks a bit retro."

Hearing this, Ji Xun lowered his eyes and said in a slightly lower tone: "A hundred years ago."

"ah?"

Nan Jing blinked, looking surprised.

But then she thought about the law of time, and she seemed to understand something again.

As if she was afraid of touching some sad past, she didn't speak again.

"Yes. It was taken at the Song family's Saphire Manor a hundred years ago."

With that said, Ji Xun put away the photos and started to show off.

The wound on his chest twitched and he frowned slightly.

Seeing this, Nan Jing ignored the doubts and curiosity in his heart and quickly stepped forward to help, "Be careful."

Ji Xun: "Yeah."

Judging from the tone of voice, it is obvious that the story in the photo is not that happy.

Originally, Nan Jing thought that Ji Xun would not continue, but unexpectedly he heard the beginning of the story: "At that time, I was taken away a hundred years ago by the relic [Time stamp]."

Nan Jing just pricked up his ears to listen, but he heard the chuckle beside his ear: "Xiao Nan, do you want to hear this story?"

Nan Jing originally wanted to say no against his will, but turned to look at Ji Xun's completely unconcerned expression and nodded like a peck of rice: "Yeah! I think so!"

She was really, really curious.

Ji Xun smiled, already smelling the aroma of meat, "This story is very long. Let's go and eat first."

Nan Jing nodded, "Okay."

The place where we camped was in a valley with fluorescent purple ferns in full bloom. Moss also glowed on the rock walls, and the entire valley was shimmering with blue and purple light.

There is a clear stream not far from the tent.

A blazing bonfire was burning next to the stream, and a large pot was standing on the bonfire, in which fragrant mushroom broth was simmering.

Chujiu was holding a long wooden spoon and stirring the food in the pot.

A certain greedy girl was already squatting beside her big bowl, eagerly waiting for Chujiu, who was in charge of the spoon, to hand out rations.

This place is already far away from Innocence City.

The air in the inaccessible cave has a special freshness.

Rainey had left a few days ago. Lake was his grandson, and he couldn't let it go, so he wanted to quietly go back with his Herlanders family.

He knew that if the Herlanders family failed in their mission this time, they would definitely be punished by the royal court.

As a member of the House of Four Horsemen, Rennie knew what would happen. He knew his old friend would definitely come back.

He followed, wanting to help as much as possible.

Also, he is now a knight named Chujiu by King Augustus, and he also has to do something.

There were only three people in the camp, Ji Xun.

Seeing Nan Jing helping Ji Xun over, Chujiu greeted: "How are you?"

Ji Xun laughed at himself: "It's not a big problem."

It takes time to remove the divine pollution, but it's not a big problem. It's just that the injury has touched the body's sensory nerves, and it takes some time to adapt.

It's not that serious.

However, Nan Jing was worried about supporting her, so Ji Xun followed her.

Sitting by the campfire.

When there were only three people there, the ninth day of the lunar month did not have the aloof majesty of King Augustus.

She helped Ji Xun fill a plate full of food, and also filled a portion for herself and Nan Jing.

Sitting around the fire, the dancing flames illuminated three faces with different but heroic expressions.

Nan Jing looked excited, took a sip of the broth with a spoon, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wow, it's so delicious!"

As she said that, she did not forget to ask Ji Xun: "Ji Xun, you don't know, Sister Chujiu's cooking skills are very good."

"oh?"

Ji Xun was also a little curious. After thinking about it, he had never eaten Chujiu's cooking.

And looking at her cold temperament, her temperament doesn't match her cooking skills.

But when he took a mouthful of the fragrant meat soup, his expression instantly brightened, and he said in surprise: "Hmm. It's delicious."

It's not that he was flattering, but this soup was really the best and most special one that Ji Xun had ever tasted.

Nan Jing smiled with crescent eyes and said: "I said so."

Chujiu was stared at by the two people's hot eyes, and explained: "I always cooked by myself before. Grandma Susan of Wang Ting was willing to teach me, so I learned a little."

Nan Jing was afraid that Ji Xun didn't know, so he added: "Grandma Susan is the chef of Wang Ting, and her cooking is also super delicious."

Ji Xun understood after hearing it.

Chujiu is an illegitimate daughter, and she is not spoiled by those noble ladies. She has to do everything by herself since she was a child.

Ivan on the side was even more flattering, gurgling and showing off.

The delicious food seemed to give the three people a better mood.

Nan Jing didn't forget the topic just now, and said: "By the way, Ji Xun, how did you travel back a hundred years ago?"

Chujiu listened with a slightly blank expression.

Nan Jing explained to her excitedly: "Sister Chujiu, Ji Xun is talking about his story of traveling through time a hundred years ago."

"Traveling through time?"

Hearing this, Chujiu also became very interested.

"Well. This matter has to start with a relic stamp."

Originally thought it was an adventure story like an alien space, but when Ji Xun opened his mouth, both women heard an unusual taste.

The reason why Ji Xun was willing to share this story was not only that Chujiu and Nan Jing were best friends.

More importantly, he had listened to Emperor Lanlingster's advice on time before, and suddenly realized something.

I went to the [Relic Space] before and saw the witch Emperor Lanlingster in the state of "neither dead nor dead". He finally realized the "world" for the first time.

The emperor guided him to see the rules of the universe that humans cannot see.

Ji Xun once felt extreme sadness because of Miss Yu's death.

The fact is that he has never lost anything.

Song Yu did not leave, but her life was frozen in time.

The former self met the girl with a smile as beautiful as a flower. That experience did not disappear because of the past, but was hidden in the romantic time.

Ji Xun has never been more aware than now that "time is relative", a cosmic rule that humans cannot reach at a higher level.

Facts have proved that time can be traveled.

It's like the reader turned back to the previous page and saw the previous story.

Ji Xun's understanding of the law of time is not deep enough now, but he is very sure that Miss Yu is waiting for him in time.

Wait for one day, turn over the storybook of time again, and go to see the girl who cried and waited for him in time.

He is also looking forward to meeting the girl again in time.

See her smile brightly in her favorite rose bushes.

"Then, we met in Honglou a hundred years later. Unfortunately, that was the last time I saw her."

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The story has come to an end.

Ji Xun's black eyes reflected the jumping flames, and the corners of his mouth raised a smile unconsciously.

It was because of that special time-travel experience that he had an inexplicable understanding of the "law of time".

This gave him an open-minded attitude towards the years.

He could face everything.

Suddenly, an old friend passed by, and when he looked back, a certain lady with a bun-like head had red eyes, her eyes were sparkling in her eyes, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito: "Ah, Miss Yu really likes Mr. Ji Xun, and she actually waited for a hundred years for a sentence."

Chujiu's expression was normal, but his eyes looking at the fire were also a little gentle.

On the contrary, Ji Xun smiled open-mindedly.

He could tell that story, and he could understand too much.

Chujiu and Nan Jing were both card masters in the top-level extraordinary field. Of course, they could see the change in Ji Xun's mentality and his extraordinary understanding of time.

That open-mindedness made this sad-sounding story less sad, and more yearning and thinking for the romantic time.

Ji Xun thought while eating.

Meeting each other was already a good sign of fate, and he was very satisfied.

Nan Jing was still immersed in the story, not knowing what he was thinking about, and his face was a little melancholy.

She suddenly asked: "Ah, sister Chujiu, what do you think it feels like to like someone?"

Chujiu glanced at the girl with a bun head, and the slightly helpless silence responded to two questions: how do I know, why do you ask me a series of questions.

Looking at the helplessness of her friend, Nan Jing stuck out her tongue, and a cunning look overflowed on her face.

Turning her head, she asked Ji Xun again: "Ah, Ji Xun, what do you think it feels like to like someone?"

If someone had asked this question before, Ji Xun would not be able to answer it.

But now, he thought it was very complicated, and casually summed up a sentence he saw in a book: "Well, it's probably someone you want to entrust the rest of your life to."

"Oh."

Nan Jing showed an expression as if he understood.

Soon, a hint of mischief spread across her crystal eyes, as if she had thought of something, and she said something shocking: "Then Sister Chujiu should like Mr. Ji Xun. She said that you are the only friend of the opposite sex she can trust with her life."

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After these words came out, Chujiu's expression instantly became strange. She looked at the mischievous Nan Jing, wanting to say something, but not knowing how to say it.

Is this what they mean by "trust"?

"Hahaha"

Chujiu now has very few expressions. This is due to her personality and the influence of the extraordinary sequence.

Ji Xun has never seen her show such an expression before, and laughed out loud without any worries.

It was this hearty laugh that immediately diluted the awkward atmosphere that had not yet had time to thicken.

Nan Jing made a cute face at Ji Xun, and did not forget to say, "Did I understand it wrongly?"

Chujiu didn't know how to respond, raised her eyebrows, and didn't look at the two again.

She laughed and was naughty. Nan Jing was really curious, and looked at Ji Xun again as if asking for help, "Ah? Did I really understand it wrongly?"

"Not wrong."

Ji Xun laughed and added, "But it's not quite accurate."

Nan Jing heard it and showed a strong expression of seeking knowledge: "Oh?"

"Well, how should I put it?"

Ji Xun knew that Miss Wanzitou was simple-minded, and she really lacked some emotional cognition.

He thought of a sentence from the book again, and said slowly: "Like is the person who has been haunting in the past; the person who hopes to spend the rest of his life with him in the future; and the person who can get along happily with him now."

"Oh."

When Nan Jing said this, she showed that she was thinking seriously.

In the past, she was worried about her mother and no one else; she didn't know what would happen in the future, and her little head had never thought about anything other than the duties of the high priest.

As for now, aren't they getting along happily?

Now = happy = Chujiu?

Huh.

A strange geometric formula suddenly popped up in Nan Jing's mind, and her eyes widened suddenly.

The thought that suddenly flashed through her mind didn't pass through her brain at all. She blurted out as if she had discovered a new world, "Then Mr. Ji Xun likes Sister Chujiu?"

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When this was said, Chujiu's eyes twitched slightly.

But her friend who grew up with her could also understand that train of thought.

"Hahaha."

Ji Xun couldn't help laughing again.

He knew that Miss Ball-head had no other intentions, she just thought of this.

Nan Jing looked at the expressions of the two people and felt that something was wrong. He muttered: "Did I misunderstand again?"

Ji Xun said generously: "That's right."

Nan Jing was stunned, as if he was thinking about what this "that's right" said.

Chu Jiu, who was standing next to him, was also stunned and glanced at him.

Ji Xun looked normal.

He had the courage to face life and death, and of course he had the open-mindedness to face his heart.

Chu Jiu was the first person he met in this world.

Years and friends are worth treating sincerely.

The law of time made him understand that the past, the present, and the future are all worth taking seriously.

In this world, expecting the future has always been a luxury.

When you meet, cherish the present.

At this time, the lady with the ball head seemed to understand something, and a kind of gossip flame burned in her eyes, "Ah! Ji Xun, you mean. You like Chujiu sister?"

"Yes."

Ji Xun admitted again, and said: "And Xiaonan. I like them all."

Chujiu looked calm.

Before Nan Jing's expression of eating melons appeared on his face, he froze: Eating melons and eating melons is eating melons?

It seems that he is looking forward to hearing it, but suddenly heard it, and felt a little flustered.

Nan Jing glanced at Ji Xun, as if wondering if this like is the one he understands.

It seems to be, and it is not.

It seems not important.

The indifferent attitude of the two people around her instantly calmed her slightly chaotic mood.

She responded: "Oh."

The lady with the ball head seemed to be no longer curious, and was very happy, and a bright smile was hung on her face again.

Being with friends, it is very happy.

The atmosphere of the three people having dinner together was as harmonious and harmonious as before.

They talked about the emperor's advice, some experiences of extraordinary cultivation, some trivial matters of life, and occasionally joked, and they were very happy.

After dinner, Ji Xun returned to the tent to rest.

Originally, he wanted to meditate, but his wounds made it difficult to sit for a long time, so he lay on the bed again.

He took out the collection of books from the library of the Royal Academy of Arel and started to read them.

These are advanced dragon language books made of high-level monster leather. The words on them are like mysterious symbols. If you understand them, they will fly into your mind in a string. If you can't understand them, your brain refuses to accept those super-level knowledge, and they will pass by in front of you, making you drowsy.

After the battle with the Heavenly Dragon Saint, Cheresa, Ji Xun deeply felt the gap in his knowledge of advanced dragon language magic, and he has been making up for it.

However, these books are the books about dragon language forbidden spells that he is currently struggling to read, most of which are powerful magic above the ninth level.

As he read them, his thoughts became a little drowsy.

Ji Xun thought that maybe the injury had not recovered, so he prepared to sleep.

But in a blink of an eye, he saw that there were two beds in the tent. The three of them should live in the same tent on weekdays.

This is nothing.

It was like this many times before.

But today, Chujiu and Nan Jing had no intention of coming in to rest.

Ji Xun was just feeling strange, and just then he sensed that there was someone outside the tent.

After standing for a while, Ji Xun saw that she didn't come in, and asked: "Xiao Nan?"

Hearing the greeting, Nan Jing opened the tent and walked in. I don't know what happened just now, there is still a trace of discomfort in her eyes.

Ji Xun's brows moved slightly, guessing something, and asked with a smile: "Is it time for treatment?"

"Um."

Nan Jing seemed to have finally stepped down the stairs and muttered: "I originally asked Sister Chujiu to come. But she won't come."

As she said that, she glanced at Ji Xun, which meant: You were the one who did something before.

Of course Ji Xun understood the subtle changes in Miss Ballhead's expression and laughed.

The hearty laughter diluted all the discomfort.

But when Nan Jing looked at his expression, he saw something different and frowned, "Ji Xun, your distortion is very serious."

I'm embarrassed about that because I'm still a girl, so I still have some taboos about the difference between men and women.

But at this moment, she didn't see any desire for joy in Ji Xun's eyes.

As the high priest, she knew exactly what was going on.

"Um."

In fact, Ji Xun knew it very well.

But this kind of distortion will distort your soul, and your heart will not reject it.

This made Ji Xun have no intention of actively suppressing the distortion if he hadn't made a plan for himself.

Nanjing also knew about the witch's distortion.

She regained her seriousness as a professional doctor in an instant, walked to Ji Xun's bedside, and said, "Have you noticed that your appearance has changed?"

As she spoke, she took out a mirror and said with a familiar look: "Half is the original you, and half is another deformed witch."

Ji Xun looked at himself in the mirror with slightly delicate eyebrows. He was not surprised and said, "I have seen the appearance of my soul in the relic space before."

To him, at least a few voices in his heart felt that this situation really didn't matter.

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Nan Jing pursed his lips and said without any hesitation, "I'll help you suppress it."

Ji Xun didn't say much, just cooperate, take the medicine when it's time, and use the magic power when it's time.

Nanjing is also handling it seriously.

As a high priest, of course he has inherited too many secret techniques. In the past few days, she had also checked a lot of information specifically about Ji Xun's distortion.

Of course, her current knowledge knows that the effect of happy dreams is minimal. On the contrary, the kind of mental suppression will cause the body to squeeze into a greater risk of distortion.

To say that the most effective one is the secret method of soul and body like the succubus secret method.

After all, she was a bit thin-skinned and didn't know how to express the reason, but it was hard for Miss Ballhead to say it this way.

She wasn't sure if she would refuse if Ji Xun asked.

Probably you will agree.

Well, it would be better if Sister Chujiu was here, maybe we can discuss it.

At least there is someone to help me like before.

Nan Jing was busy with his hands and had random thoughts in his mind.

Miss Meathead seemed to have stepped into the role of a doctor, handling the matter very seriously and without any distractions.

Ji Xun's eyes were still clear.

One is because of the distortion, and the other is that the relationship between the two is actually more intimate than happiness;

Trust, tacit understanding, sharing joys and sorrows, being able to trust life and death, and soul resonance. In their demigod realm, this is much more important than physical pleasure.

In Ji Xun's eyes, Nanjing was like porcelain being held in the palm of his hand, carefully not wanting her to bump it.

Looking at the serious and cute face in front of him, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The eyelashes are curved and the tip of the nose is slightly raised.

The skin is very white, and the cyan blood vessels under the skin can be clearly seen from this distance.

It seems that in the impression, her face is always filled with an indescribable sweetness.

When you smile, the corners of your eyes will rise slightly, curved like crescent moons, adding a touch of liveliness and cuteness to your entire face.

Nan Jing watched Ji Xun look at him, without any complicated thoughts. While he was busy using secret techniques, he asked, "Why are you always staring at me?"

Ji Xun also realized that it was the first time that he looked at Nan Jing so carefully and praised: "Because it looks good."

Nan Jing pursed his lips and smiled.

But thinking of Ji Xun's physical condition, she became serious again.

In fact, no matter what method, the essence of suppressing the witch's distortion is to stimulate the soul and body's desire for pleasure.

Now I have used many methods, but the results are not good. Nan Jing knew that not only Ji Xun's mind, but also Ji Xun's body had begun to become deformed.

That kind of distortion will stimulate the secretion of a large amount of estrogen, and some organs will degenerate, and then gradually become witches.

Thinking of this, Nan Jing did not hesitate anymore and directly used the succubus secret method.

She helped Ji Xun circulate the magic power in her body and gradually responded.

Nanjing is a very professional doctor and is very familiar with Ji Xun. At least he has seen this scene more than once.

But I don’t know why, but as I watched, my pretty face suddenly became flushed.

But I was asleep before, so I didn’t feel anything. Now that the person is awake, the girl is always a little ashamed when being looked at by that ray of eyes.

She felt Ji Xun's eyes looking at her, but she didn't reject it in her heart.

Seeing that the secret technique of the succubus was working well, she also felt that it was very good, and she even did not shy away from it occasionally and would help with her delicate hands.

Nan Jing only felt that something was missing. After thinking for a while, he said to himself: "Ah, it would be great if Sister Chujiu were here."

Although there was a smile on Ji Xun's lips, he did not dare to speak.

He knew that this young lady had mustered up a lot of courage to do this.

He just watched silently.

In the succubus secret state, he was in high spirits and could not hide his joyful thoughts.

Nan Jing blushed slightly, buried his head, and continued to help suppress the distortion.

Neither of them spoke.

It seemed that silence alleviated the awkwardness.

"alright."

After more than half an hour, Nan Jing breathed out a thick breath.

His chest was heaving a lot, and he didn't know whether it was because he was nervous or because he was consuming too much magic power.

Just like when Mrs. Mist taught Ji Xun and Qin Ruzhi the secret of succubus, although there was some physical contact, it was just enough.

It's somewhat effective, but not perfect.

Ji Xun was already very satisfied that Miss Meathead could do this, "Thank you."

Probably because he had been watched all night before, Nan Jing felt very calm and accepted it readily: "Well, I will help you if you need it in the future."

With that said, before Ji Xun could say anything else, she turned off the magic lamp on the side: "Have a good rest."

The tent fell into darkness, but Ji Xun could clearly see the cute red face and responded: "Okay."

He lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

Feel refreshed.

Nanjing's bed was right next to her, and she was rustling as if she had changed into pajamas, and then there was no movement.

It was quiet in the tent, except for the sound of even breathing.

Ji Xun's trip to the relic space consumed a lot of mental energy and he felt groggy and about to fall asleep.

But suddenly, it seemed like someone slipped into his quilt and into his arms.

With warm jade in his arms, Ji Xun instantly realized that it was the girl from Nanjing.

Before he could speak, the girl in his arms who had blushed with embarrassment said in words that only she could hear, covering her head under the quilt: "Don't talk."