Chapter 3: Xiaomeng

"Huh?"

Xiao Xing, who suddenly sensed something, suddenly raised his head, and happened to find a figure at the top of the mountain, so he turned his head to Xiao Ling and said, "You go and get busy first, I happen to have some things." ”

"Well, then I'll go first."

Xiao Ling was stunned for a moment when she heard this, then nodded, glanced in the direction of Xue Ji, and then turned to leave.

And Xiao Xing slowly walked to Xue Ji's side, and pulled it gently, as if he had touched a subtle current, and his hand and sword were blended together, as if they were one.

"When I arrived that day, there were three people lying on the ground, only you were the only one who still had a breath, holding Xue Ji in your hand, and containing a powerful Dao Qi in your body."

An old voice suddenly came from behind Xiao Xing, and said flatly: "And in more than a year, I have almost absorbed these qis. ”

"I feel like I've changed, I'm not me."

Xiao Xing was suddenly in a trance, and countless memories of the city from a behemoth suddenly appeared in his mind, where there were moving boxes and countless amazing things.

And those memories are intertwined with the memories of this world all the time, as if two souls are constantly fighting, asserting their dominance.

"Master......"

Xiaoxing slowly turned around and said blankly: "I don't know who I am, where I am, and what I'm going to do now." ”

"Xiaoxing."

Bei Yingzi slowly put his rather old right hand on Xiao Xing's shoulder, feeling the breath from Xiao Xing's body, and said softly: "You are still young, but you have already experienced the leap of life and death. Heaven is endless, it's time for you to enter the world to realize. ”

"I ......"

Xiao Xing squinted his eyes lightly, he knew that this was not a shackle after life and death, but when he heard that he could go out, he still nodded and said, "In that case, I want to embark on the journey as soon as possible." ”

"In recent days, you should familiarize yourself with the mental method, and when you are familiar with it, you can go on the road."

Bei Mingzi gently withdrew his right hand, turned his back to look at the clouds and mist outside the cliff, and said softly: "If you want to go, you can leave immediately, and you don't need too many etiquette constraints." ”

"I see."

Xiao Xing glanced at the layers of clouds and mist, lifted the snow in his hand, and turned back towards the way he came.

"Would you let him go like this?"

Fang Cai's red pine nut jumped up from the bottom of the cliff, landed beside Bei Yingzi, looked at the direction Xiao Xing left and said, "Are you really relieved, Master." ”

"His resonance with Xue Ji is destined for his path, and the road is also difficult and illusory......"

Bei Yingzi shook his head slowly, sighed and said, "That's it...... That's it......"

……

And here, Xiaoxing, who was holding Xueji, went all the way down the mountain, but when he was about to enter the living area, he suddenly stopped and said softly: "Senior Sister Xiaomeng, is there something wrong?" ”

"Whew-"

With a breeze blowing, a delicate and small figure slowly walked out from behind the trunk, holding a long sword in his arms, and shouted coldly: "Since you are ready to leave, then pay a visit to Senior Sister before this." ”

"Why is that?"

Xiao Xing was stunned when he heard this, and wondered: "I'm still early to get started, how can I have such a problem?" ”

"It's normal to decide the size according to your cultivation."

Xiao Meng snorted coldly and slowly raised Qiu Li in his hand, "Come on, senior brother." ”

"Haha!"

Xiao Xing suddenly laughed when he heard this, shook his head helplessly, and said, "Since that's the case...... Xiaoxing has seen my senior sister, I still have something to do, so I will retire first. ”

After saying that, Xiao Xing left straight towards his house with tears and laughter.

"The heart of the Dao, how can you dodge!"

Xiao Meng looked at Xiao Xing's back a little sluggishly, frowned, waved Qiu Li in his hand and rushed to Xiao Xing in front.

Xiao Xing only heard a gust of wind, and turned his head indifferently, it was Xiao Meng's sword tip that was about to reach the front door.