"Ximeng girl?"

After opening the envelope and seeing the person who paid off on it, Jiang Xiaoqi couldn't help but have a touch of surprise on his face, he didn't expect that the woman who sent the letter was actually Ximeng, but how did she know her whereabouts?

Looking at the letter with many doubts in his heart, there was only a line of small words.

"Beware of Fuso Holy Son. ”

The short line of small words made Jiang Xiaoqi's mind tense again when he had just relaxed.

Although he didn't know why, Ximeng would ask someone to send him such a letter, but Jiang Xiaoqi immediately understood the meaning when he saw the name of Fusang Holy Son.

At the beginning of the Kaiyang Ruins, Jiang Xiaoqi had paid special attention to this person, he was the Four Great Holy Sons, standing at the top level of the younger generation, the strength of the Fusang Holy Son was absolutely terrifying, although no one had ever seen him really make a move, but none of the characters who could become the Holy Son were simple.

And Jiang Xiaoqi also knew that the physique of this Fusang Holy Son was also quite special, it was an extremely rare water spirit body, outside the Yin Yang Lake, the Fusang Holy Son had vaguely revealed the kind of inexplicable gaze on Jiang Xiaoqi, at that time, Jiang Xiaoqi faintly guessed in his heart that he should have noticed the fragments of the origin of the water spirit in his body.

And right now, Ximeng sent a letter to give him such a warning, could it be that the Holy Son of Fusang already knew his whereabouts, or that he had come to the place where he was? Wasn't that guy seriously injured in the Kaiyang Ruins? Could it be that he has recovered now?

Guessing like this in his heart, Jiang Xiaoqi's eyes became more and more solemn, right now, this place can not continue to stay, since Miss Ximeng has sent someone to send a letter here, it is very likely that now, the Holy Son of Fusang is not far from here.

After sealing the envelope, Jiang Xiaoqi immediately packed his bags, did not go to the front door, but opened the window and slipped away.

Judging from the map given to him by the old man of the monastery, he ran out of the swamp for a hundred miles and ran in the southeast direction, and it was estimated that it would not take him more than three days to return to that village.

After leaving the inn and roughly discerning the direction, Jiang Xiaoqi ran through the night, galloping all the way, heading towards the road recorded in the map.

After Jiang Xiaoqi left, the town was still silent, and on the top of the three floors of the inn, a blue-clothed figure stood with his hands in his hands, his face was bewitching, extremely handsome, and his face was more delicate than most women.

And this young figure standing on the roof of the inn with his hands in his hands is the Fusang Holy Son that Jiang Xiaoqi once saw in the Kaiyang Ruins, Xiao Lan.

At this time, his deep eyes were looking through the dark night, looking at Jiang Xiaoqi who was running into the distance outside the town, his bewitching face was ancient and waveless, and he couldn't see any emotional changes.

"The young man who can make Miss Ximeng care so much, this guy is the first one. ”

Retracting his gaze from the young figure running out from afar, Fusang Shengzi turned sideways slightly, looked at the beautiful and incomprehensible figure on the other side of the street, smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, shrugged his shoulders a little helplessly, and then spoke.

If such a scene is known by the group of suitors from the outside world, I am afraid that it will turn the sky upside down, and in this way, Jiang Xiaoqi seems to have one more crime.

"Gongzi Jiang is also considered to be kind to me, so Ximeng can only offend and stop Brother Xiao. ”

As soon as the Holy Son of Fuso's words fell, he heard a cold and pleasant voice from the eaves across the street.

Following the sound, I saw there, a moving shadow standing, the light blue dress in the breeze, slowly fluttering, through the moonlight, you can see the suffocating face in the night.

Ximeng at this moment, compared to the appearance Jiang Xiaoqi saw in the ancient tomb at the beginning, seems to have changed a little more, the delicate and impeccable cheeks are still moving, what has changed, is the hazy feeling she gives people.

If the original Ximeng was like a hollow valley orchid, quiet and cold, then the Ximeng in front of him was a little more hazy, and this kind of change from the inside out was not due to temperament, but more because of the strength of Ximeng itself.

Looking at the beautiful suffocating cheeks on the other side of the street, even a person like Xiao Lan, who is said to be not close to women, at this moment, his face can't help but pass a touch of amazement, among the women he has seen, Xi Meng is definitely among the top ones.

"Many people think that the Holy Maiden of Yuheng is Murong Xianyue, but the strength of my Ximeng girl should not be below her, or even above it. ”

The stunning color on his face flashed, and the holy son of Fusang stood with his hands in his hands, standing on the eaves of the top floor, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at Ximeng, who was wearing a light blue dress on the opposite side, and slowly spoke, like this.

"Brother Xiao has an overreputation. ”

Regarding the words of the Fusang Holy Son, Ximeng smiled lightly, bowed his head slightly, and did not take credit, but responded lightly.

"I never compliment people, I just tell the truth. ”

"But even so, you can't stop me. ”

As soon as Ximeng's voice fell, he heard the Fusang Holy Son speak again at this time, his bewitching face was still flat, and although the words he confided were light, anyone could hear the confidence revealed in his words.

Few people have ever seen Fusang Shengzi make a move, he has always shown people with a smile, and his tranquil temperament does not seem to be interested in the outside world at all, which leads many people to have a delusional impression of him.

At present, this Fusang Son, who has always been mild-mannered, has finally revealed the domineering confidence he should have, as a young Tianjiao of the Dongxu generation, the Fusang Saint Son has this kind of capital.

"That Ximeng is offended here today. ”

On the other side of the street, Ximeng stood lightly, and his delicate cheeks gradually converged on that tranquil smile at this moment.

As the most mysterious holy son of the younger generation in Dongxu, no one is not afraid of him, even if he is as domineering as Shu Huangfei, he also maintains enough vigilance against this Fusang holy son.

Although many people say that Ximeng's strength is no worse than that of the Yuheng Holy Maiden, but for this one, Ximeng also has to fight with the spirit of twelve points, solemnly relative.

"Boom"

The blue spiritual power rose at the same time on the two people on both sides of the street, and the brilliant spiritual power illuminated the dim night, and the next moment, I saw the two figures standing on the eaves of the house, and at this moment they swept out at the same time, and the light flickered, and the two proud sons of the sky really fought at this moment.

"Whew"

In the deep and silent mountain forest, Jiang Xiaoqi galloped quickly, running in the direction guided by the map, like a smart ape, flying in the mountain forest.

According to the guidance on the map, Jiang Xiaoqi did not need to pass through this mountain forest to return to the nearest road to the small mountain village, but out of vigilance, Jiang Xiaoqi still chose to take a detour and step into this mountain forest.

Jiang Xiaoqi's actions naturally have his considerations, there are all kinds of powerful spirit beasts in the endless mountains, even if a saint-level person steps here, he does not dare to search for it, although this prolongs Jiang Xiaoqi's travel time, but he can use the powerful spirit beasts in the mountains and forests to protect himself.

After running for nearly five hours, Jiang Xiaoqi finally got a little tired, and then, he saw him leap forward, swept up a towering tree branch, and then covered his body in the night, leaned down, and gasped for breath.

Then, he took out a wine bag from the space bracelet and poured it into his mouth with a grunt.

This peach blossom brew was brought out by him from the old man's wine cellar, after this period of squandering, only this last wine bag remains, and in the future, if you want to drink the aroma of this pure wine again, you have to let go of yourself.

Fortunately, he has been with Old Man Shi since he was a child and has personally participated in the brewing process, so Jiang Xiaoqi is still familiar with the production method of peach blossom brewing.

Putting away the wine bag, Jiang Xiaoqi looked vigilantly at the quiet surroundings under the night, and after finding that there was nothing abnormal, he breathed a sigh of relief, but now is not the moment to completely relax.

If the target of the Holy Son of Fusang was really him, even if he had already fled from that town for nearly a hundred miles at this moment, according to the strong strength of the Holy Son, he would soon catch up with him, so after a little rest, Jiang Xiaoqi set off again and ran in the direction of the village.

Under Jiang Xiaoqi's full effort, the original three-day journey was shortened by him by half, and at dusk the next day, Jiang Xiaoqi was less than twenty miles away from that village, and he should be able to arrive when the sky was almost completely dark.

In the boundless plain, Jiang Xiaoqi lay on the grass horizontally, looking up at the sunset that gradually ended in the sky, and couldn't help but think of what the old man once said to him, the sunset afterglow is a little red, and the sunset is the end of the fire god, it is said that this is the name of the Kaiyang totem.

But until now, Jiang Xiaoqi couldn't understand the meaning, the god of fire? Is that a real god? What does the scene he saw in the picture in that stone cave mean something?

I vaguely remember that in the original stone carving, Jiang Xiaoqi was almost lost, and the scene that appeared there seemed to be somewhat similar to what the old man said.

Under the boundless desert, there is a sunset that is about to end hanging in the sky, and on the distant horizon, a majestic and huge figure, looking at the sunset, that kind of artistic conception makes people feel sad, and the bursts of Sanskrit sounds echoing in his mind at that time, boundless funeral songs, as if he was saying goodbye to someone.

Countless pictures flashed in Jiang Xiaoqi's mind one by one, like a slideshow, playing in a loop and repeatedly, making him unforgettable.

Shaking his head, Jiang Xiaoqi lay on the flat grass, looked at the sunset, poured the last mouthful of peach blossom brew into his mouth, and then, with a shake of his arm, he threw the wine bag on the grass beside him, and the next moment, seeing him supporting his hands, he slowly stood up.

Facing away from the sunset, Jiang Xiaoqi looked at the gradually enlarged blue color in the sky in the distance, his face was a little flat, and the tense expression that had been tense for a whole day gradually dissipated at this moment, stretched his waist, looked at the familiar figure that was gradually approaching, and slowly spoke.

"It's time to come. ”

Although Jiang Xiaoqi was prepared for the scene in front of him, when he really felt the powerful oppression permeating the sky, he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, and under his deep eyes, a faint and solemn color gradually climbed at this moment.

"Is this the top strength of the young generation in Dongxu? It's really outrageous. ”

Standing in white clothes with his hands in his hands, Jiang Xiaoqi's body gradually rose with a brilliant golden brilliance, resisting the powerful coercion that spread, and he was shocked in his heart, and sighed like this.

"Brother Jiang is waiting for me here?"

The azure light flashed, and the next moment, a young figure appeared on this plain, Fusang Shengzi smiled, looked at Jiang Xiaoqi in white in front of him, and said with some surprise, and said with such a smile.

"It seems that Brother Xiao's injuries are recovering quickly, but it is not in vain that the Holy Lord of Fusang personally went to ask for medicine. ”

Looking at the smiling figure of the Fusang Holy Son, the corners of Jiang Xiaoqi's mouth were also pulled, and he opened his mouth with a smile, looking back and forth on the figure in front of him, and then paused slightly, and then said loudly.

"It seems that Brother Jiang has also been to that temple. ”

On the other side, when the Holy Son of Fusang heard Jiang Xiaoqi's words, his face couldn't help but pass a touch of surprise, but after thinking about it, he understood the reason for the matter, thinking that Jiang Xiaoqi should have been to that temple too, otherwise, how could he know that the Holy Lord asked for medicine for him.

"Brother Xiao should have come here for the Water Spirit Origin Fragment. ”

did not answer the question of the Fusang Holy Son, Jiang Xiaoqi went straight to the point, and when he came up, he went straight to the point, the Fusang Holy Son came to him with all his might, and all he did was the Origin Fragment, and he, who was carrying the water spirit body, should be very eager to get this kind of Origin Power.

"It seems that my guess is right, Brother Jiang does have a fragment of the water spirit origin on his body. ”

Jiang Xiaoqi's direct way was a bit unexpected by the Fusang Holy Son, but listening to his words, Xiao Lan was also convinced that Jiang Xiaoqi did have a fragment of the origin of the water spirit on his body, which confirmed his suspicions.

"Look at Brother Xiao's posture, are you planning to rob it openly?"

Looking at the look of longing that gradually emerged on the face of the Fusang Holy Son, Jiang Xiaoqi smiled slightly, and then spoke, looking at the blue-clothed figure opposite with a smile, and asked.

"Brother Jiang has misunderstood, although I want to get the fragment of the water spirit origin, but I am not going to rob it openly. ”

"I can take things in exchange, as long as I can do it, or what I can take, let Brother Jiang choose. ”

Looking at Jiang Xiaoqi's expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, Fusang Shengzi smiled slightly, sensing his gaffe, and then reined in his thoughts, smiled and spoke, explaining the purpose of his trip.

Hearing this, Jiang Xiaoqi shrugged helplessly, a little noncommittal.

He doesn't believe in any so-called exchange, the Holy Son of Fusang came alone, and chose such a subtle means, the purpose is already very clear, this trip, he is bound to go back with the origin fragment, as for the exchange he said, it is just a gimmick in advance.

"As the owner of the Water Spirit Body, Brother Xiao should know the value of this thing, I wonder what you plan to exchange it for?"

With the reason clear in his heart, Jiang Xiaoqi spoke up again, with a smile on his cheeks, and followed the words of the Fusang Holy Son to ask down.

"Brother Jiang might as well say what he wants. ”

At present, the two of them already know each other, but neither of them has broken this layer of window paper, and they are all following a topic to extend downward.

"The Origin Fragment should be regarded as a priceless thing for Brother Xiao, why don't you do this, just exchange your Fusang Holy Land's exercises or totems in exchange, how about it?"

Continuing to extend the conversation, Jiang Xiaoqi said the condition as an exchange for origin fragments.

The reason why he said this is implied in two reasons, one is that he really wants to get the exercises or totem guidance of the Fusang Holy Land, although the exercises cannot be changed halfway, but he can use them for reference.

As for the totem introduction, no one will have too many such things, and from the old people before, the totem introduction of this Fusang Holy Land is only a fragment, but it can be compared with the other three holy places, which shows the extraordinaryness of it.

Second, Jiang Xiaoqi is sure that the Holy Son of Fusang will not give these two things in exchange, and he put forward such a condition, but it is just to find an excuse to see the poor dagger.

Sure enough, as Jiang Xiaoqi expected, after he proposed these two things for exchange, the smile on the face of the Fusang Holy Son, who was standing opposite, gradually faded at this moment.

Although he is a noble Fusang Holy Son, the foundation of this kind of sect must not be revealed to outsiders, if Jiang Xiaoqi only wants a spiritual skill or some spiritual treasure, he still has the right to transfer it from the clan, but these two things cannot be taken out in exchange.

"Brother Jiang, I'm not joking. ”

On the other side, the holy son of Fuso, whose smile gradually faded, spoke in an indifferent voice at this moment.

Although he also recognized the value of the Origin Fragment in his heart, it was impossible to use it as an exchange condition, this kind of thing must have been very clear in Jiang Xiaoqi's heart, but he still asked such a thing at the moment, as if he was making fun of him.

"How come, I'm seriously discussing with Brother Xiao. ”

"But even if you could get these two things out, I wouldn't change them. ”

When he said the first sentence, a smile still appeared on Jiang Xiaoqi's face, as if he was really discussing it seriously to him.

But then, Jiang Xiaoqi spoke again, and at that moment, the smile that lingered on his face suddenly disappeared, and turned into a wisp of indifference, and he looked directly at the Fusang Holy Son opposite.