Ji Lingxi raised his head, broke off a section of the hanging willow branch, carefully twisted the willow flute, and said casually, "All my nondescript efforts are in vain, so running away is in vain, so why bother? Why not remember the other party first, and wait until I have the ability to settle the grudge?" Ji Lingxi used too much force, and the skin of the willow branch was torn.
Liu Jingyuan broke a section from a high place, slowly played the flute, patted his head, and said helplessly, "You just have too many thoughts, so you haven't been able to make great progress in martial arts."
Ji Lingxi nodded clearly, "What about you?"
"I'm not as smart as you, and I'm not as stupid as Xinghe," Liu Jingyuan glanced at Xinghe who had thrown away his bow and arrow and was chasing rabbits on the hunting ground with his bare hands, "so I can't be good at anything but martial arts."
Liu Jingyuan played the screwed flute twice and then handed it to Ji Lingxi, "Don't worry, you can just enjoy your martial arts. I will protect you from now on."
Liu Jingyuan thought, it doesn't matter whether he is the emperor or not. The southwest border and the vast sea of grass are our world.
In the following few years, time passed quickly, and the three of them went in different directions. Machiavellianism, freedom, and martial arts.
Life is like a gift, a hundred years of time, no regrets.