Chapter 114 The Soul of the Land, Chasing the Journey

Wang Ji withdrew from the world and couldn't help smiling.

"Although I only succeeded that time, my understanding of spiritual power is getting deeper and deeper. I believe that in a period of time, I can write the original spirit smoothly. Not to mention whether I can use it or not, but if I can write it completely, it will be a success."

Feeling the true power rising from his body, Wang Ji clenched his fist. The viscera, which had been under the recovery of the elixir given by Luo Tian, seemed to be much better under the injection of this spiritual power.

"Today, let's hunt the explosive monkey and finish this task early and go back." Wang Ji killed the Monkey King. According to the habits of the Monkey, he will naturally be scattered in all corners of the jungle, so he doesn't have to worry about not finding the Monkey.

Wang Ji returned to the place where he killed the explosion monkey king. All the explosion monkeys, including Luo Tian, were immersed in his sword at that time, but he did not. Wang Ji still paid attention to the movement of the explosion monkey king.

Looking everywhere, according to yesterday's position, Wang Ji stared at a place, a haystle.

"Here?"

Wang Ji walked over and opened the haystings. A little monkey, which was different in color from all the explosion monkeys, was looking at Wang Ji with blank eyes.

The general pop monkey is black, the elite pop monkey is red, and the pop monkey king is purple. But this monkey is a different kind of cyan.

Wang Ji picked it up and put it in the palm of his hand. This little monkey was not as big as his palm.

It seemed that he felt the temperature of Wang Ji's palm. The little monkey turned over, looked at Wang Ji, closed his eyes, and fell asleep like this.

"Little guy, follow me in the future." Wang Ji smiled and drew a formation with real force on the little monkey's forehead, and the huge spiritual power gathered in an instant.

After a few breaths, Wang Ji felt that his mind had a trace of connection with the little monkey.

"Let's rest in it for a while. I'll call you out when it's time to eat." Wang Ji took out the Star Tower and put the little monkey into it.

The first floor of the Star Tower is also a Xumi space, but it is too complicated to access. Unless it is a war beast in it, the owner can communicate with the war beast and let them come out by themselves. It is more troublesome to take out the items.

Therefore, Wang Ji usually puts things in the Xumi ring, and rarely in one layer, so in one layer, there is generally only spiritual crystal.

Looking at the 20 at his waist, Wang Ji shook his head. The progress was really slow. When he just came over, he also killed a few.

For Wang Ji, if he wants to kill an ordinary explosive monkey, as long as the number is not too much, it will be the same. Especially after yesterday, Wang Ji felt that his understanding of the meaning of the sword had increased a little more. Although he had not really understood the meaning of the sword, it was also a little closer.

"It's so fast to disperse. In one night, the explosive monkeys in the nearby place have almost left." Wang Ji shook his head helplessly, looked at the 107 at his waist, and smiled bitterly. This is because his mental strength is strong enough that he can find so many explosive monkeys smoothly. Otherwise, whether he can find 20 is a problem.

The hiding methods of these explosive monkeys are not low. If you hide in the tree, you can hide in it. It is an excellent choice to attack the enemy or protect yourself.

Looking at the sky, it was almost evening. Wang Ji casually found a place to light a fire. The spiritual power detected and caught some beasts. In the jungle, there are not only monsters, but also wild beasts. But basically, these beasts are the food of monsters.

In this central place, beasts are rare. When the monkeys gather, they also consume a lot of food.

"Bear by the way, this little guy is so small that he should drink milk, right?" Wang Ji disturbed his head. Where did he get the milk to give it?

As a last resort, Wang Ji could only put out the fire, hold the little monkey in the palm of his hand, and run in one direction.

Along the way, Wang Ji did not kill even if he met the single Monkey. After a long time, Wang Ji stopped.

Looking at a black monkey in front of him and several little monkeys drinking milk, Wang Ji smiled.

"Little guy, you're lucky." Wang Ji looked at the little monkey with wide eyes and smiled, and put the little monkey on the ground. The little monkey also sucked the smell of the air, and his stomach made a thin sound.

Wang Ji blinked his eyes and looked at the little monkey who seemed to look at him shyly. Suddenly, he felt that he was a little closer to this little guy.

After a while, looking at the confused little monkey, Wang Ji patted his forehead: "I won't leave yet."

Holding up the little monkey, Wang Ji carefully sent the explosive monkey in the direction of the explosive monkey. For Wang Ji, there are very few ways to use Zhenli, because there is no power, and the amount of Zhenli consumed is countless. But at this time, it is just right.

The explosive monkey who was closing his eyes did not pay attention to another explosive monkey at all, and a strangely colored explosive monkey came under her and stole her child's milk.

But the little monkey is extremely happy. It has not eaten for a long time. At this time, it is extremely happy and looks back at Wang Ji's direction from time to time.

"Isn't it better to leave it here?" Wang Ji thought silently that at least in this place, it can have a playmate and a mother.

It seemed that he felt Wang Ji's thoughts. The little monkey looked at Wang Ji anxiously and stopped his movements. He wanted to climb to Wang Ji's direction, but his clumsy movements could only make him fall down again and again. Before he climbed a few steps, he let the woken-up monkey take it back.

Wang Ji smiled and conveyed to the little monkey the idea that he would not leave it here. The little monkey calmed down, but he still looked at Wang Ji's direction from time to time, afraid that Wang Ji would leave.

With such a humanized performance, even Wang Ji couldn't help marveling at the cleverness of this little explosive monkey. He had never seen any monster like this, as if it were a human baby.

After a while, the little monkey burped, and Wang Ji gently sucked it back with his dragon capture. The little monkey who returned to Wang Ji's palm also put down his heart, rolled, licked Wang Ji's palm with his tongue, and then fell asleep.

Wang Ji also made the little monkey laugh bitterly: "Eat and sleep, sleep, are you a monkey or a pig?"

The little monkey was put into the Star Tower, and Wang Ji also casually found a place to have dinner and entered the world.

"Huh? The master hasn't come back yet? Where did he go? According to the conversion of time, several days have passed, but it seems that no one has returned to this house for a long time.

"Alas." Wang Ji shook his head and took out the Guzheng from the room. During this period, if he had time, he would also learn Guzheng from Meng Tian. Even if his level was still far from that of Meng Tian, Wang Ji also played very seriously. He didn't care and didn't know how he played.

All he needs is the feeling brought to him when he plays Guzheng, a sense of tranquility, which he can't find even when he practices Tai Chi.

"Blue clouds, yellow leaves, autumn waves, cold smoke on the waves. The mountains reflect the setting sun and the sky meet the water. The grass is ruthless, and it is outside the setting sun. The soul of the country, chasing the journey. Unless it's night, good dreams keep people awake. The bright moon building is high and leaning alone, and the wine enters the sad heart and turns into tears of lovesickness.

Wang Ji suddenly wanted to have a glass of wine. What he missed was the era he was familiar with.

In this place, Wang Ji always feels like a rootless duckweed. Even the Yanhuang family has lost their own culture on the earth. What else can keep Wang Ji's footsteps?

"If there is an opportunity, I will definitely spread the Yanhuang culture I know to every corner and tell my Yanhuang people what the word "Yanhuang" really means."

A song of Ming Yue Shang turned into notes in Wang Ji's hands, which spread far away. Sitting in front of the door, looking at the old man with Chinese herbal medicine in the medicine garden, and the middle-aged man beating the iron in the distance stopped everything in his hand and listened quietly.