At this moment, a kind and sentimental voice came to the little boy's ears.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

The other party used the technique of transmitting the sound into the secret, and the little boy could not determine his position.

When he approached the ruins and walked through a colonnade, when he looked up, he happened to see Si Mingqin really floating, standing on a high place that looked like a watchtower and looking at himself, the starlight was falling all over his body, and he had a unique style in the night, a little sacred.

The little boy was so distracted by it that he couldn't help but be stupid.

Si Mingqin really opened his mouth and said, "You look like a goblin who has been dead for hundreds of years now, it's quite scary, but this method is quite effective." ”

His voice was soft, but penetrating, ignoring the distance, and it was very clearly conveyed to every corner of the radius, a little deeper than the transmission of the previous sentence.

The little boy had a hollow look in his eyes and an expressionless face, tilting his head in response.

Si Mingqin's ability to reveal was born from the three thousand Fazang, and there are traces to escape. The little boy's methods are very evil and rare in the world.

Si Mingqin has been familiar with ancient and modern classics since he was a child, and has dabbled in miscellaneous naturalism, gods and demons, and interesting conversations, etc., and has also studied soul arts, and is very knowledgeable, so he can't see the doorway. I couldn't help but add a little bit to the little boy's curiosity, and I was happy in my heart, like a treasure. However, when he met the evil and terrible face of the little boy, he was not so calm.

Si Mingqin really had a chill down her spine, her expression was very flustered, she hurriedly tightened the clothes on her body, supported her forehead with her right hand, and muttered in her mouth: "I finally invited the resentful spirit out......

I saw him take a deep breath with his arms folded, turn his face away, and stop looking at the little boy's face.

Then it vanished, as if swallowed by the night, and only an afterimage remained in its place.

In the next moment, Si Mingqin Zhen turned his back to the little boy and appeared next to the bonfire ten zhang away on the left, sitting cross-legged on a bluestone slab.

Seeing that Si Mingqin really came and went, and the trace was unpredictable, the little boy yearned for it and hesitated.

In his opinion, this little brother is also planning to spend the night here, and something not extraordinary is destined to happen on this night.

The little boy was accustomed to planning for the worst, and when he thought of a possibility, his expression was awe-inspiring, and he couldn't help but clench the hunting knife in his hand, and slowly approached Si Mingqinzhen.

Si Mingqin Zhen picked up the dry branch next to him, and talked while pulling out the fire to make the fire more violent.

"Before the sun went down, I caught a few fish in the creek to the north, I had seen them in a book before, and I couldn't name them for a while, I think you should know them, come and have a look. ”

The little boy had already noticed a strange thing floating in the open space next to the fire, and when he looked closely, he found that it was a big water balloon, slowly turning, gathering but not dispersing, under the light of the fire, sparkling, completely allowing a big girl to take a bath in it, quite magical.

When you get closer, you can see that there are six big fish inside.

It has golden scales on its black back and blue fins, and a pair of long, glowing white whiskers, and looks very good.

The smallest of them was the size of an adult's face, and it swam very happily in the water balloon.

This thing is a rare fish species native to the upper reaches of the water, the long-whiskered dragon fairy, which has a high ornamental and medicinal value, and is deeply loved by nobles and celebrities, especially southerners.

Lishui originates from the Luoxing Mountains, flows through the original Ancient Winter Castle School, the Black Gate Forbidden Land and the Wounded Qi Forest, and finally joins the main stream of the Lanjiang River, flowing into the Canghai Sea from north to south, which is a long river carrying a heavy history.

Most of the long-whiskered dragon immortals grow in the forbidden waters in the upper reaches of the water, and rarely appear in the downstream wounded Qi forests, which is extremely unfavorable for fishing. The original purebred that circulates intact to the outside world is very scarce, and the survival rate of the artificially bred second-generation long-bearded dragon immortal is very low, so it has become a rare treasure in the world, and there is no market.

The little boy recognized the long-bearded dragon fairy, and couldn't help but bypass Si Mingqin Zhen, walked in front of the water balloon, stretched out his empty left hand, and gently tested it with his fingertips, very cautiously.

It is rare to show the innocence and curiosity that children should have, and the whole person is slowly returning to normal.

Si Mingqin really turned around and saw this scene, his mind was racing, and he seemed to have found a breakthrough, got up and walked to the little boy's side, and said, "These fish are very good-looking, and they are a little reluctant to make dinner." ”

The little boy didn't respond to Si Mingqinzhen's words, and suddenly put his hand into the water balloon, and caught a long-bearded dragon fairy out of the lightning and stone fire, and splashed Si Mingqinzhen's face.

The incident happened suddenly, and Si Mingqin really couldn't see his movements clearly.

The little boy was extremely skillful, no matter how much the long-bearded dragon fairy writhed and struggled in his hands, he could never escape, and finally could only surrender and no longer move.

Si Mingqin had never seen a long-bearded dragon immortal, but he had come into contact with many other species of fish.

Most fish have a layer of mucus on their bodies, and it is impossible for human beings to easily hold them with one hand like a little boy. The little boy's physique is stronger than his peers, but the small palm is not as wide as the tail fin of the long-bearded dragon fairy in his hand, but it is really unreasonable to firmly imprison the long-bearded dragon fairy between his five fingers.

Si Mingqin really quietly spread his divine sense and probed into the little boy's body, and touched the little boy's body inside and out in a few breaths.

There are no telekinetic fluctuations.

There was no trace of soul magic either.

It's a completely uncarved piece of jade.

It's weird, but you can't detect the anomaly, which is too weird!

Si Mingqin really didn't want to stop there, his mind moved, his true eyes opened, his eyebrows turned into clouds and smoke, his eyes were radiant, and then turned into pitch black, better than the night, and the invisible gaze that burst out was like a great force that could penetrate everything, and fell on the little boy, directly reaching his small world of knowing the sea secret.

Under the real eye, there is nothing to hide.

However, apart from discovering the little boy's strange roots, there was nothing to be gained.

Si Mingqin really closed his true eyes, the clouds and smoke dissipated into eyebrows, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were black and white.

"How did you do that?"

Si Mingqin Zhen reached out to wipe the water stains on his face, and his gaze remained on the little boy's left hand.

The little boy stared at the fish in his hand and looked at it carefully, and after confirming that it was the long-bearded dragon fairy, he threw it back into the water balloon, opening his mouth and stopping, as if he hadn't spoken for too long, forgot how to pronounce it, and his face was embarrassed.

"Long-bearded-dragon-immortal. ”

The little boy replied to Si Mingqinzhen's previous topic with great difficulty, his pronunciation was very jerky, word by word, and he seemed to have exhausted all his strength to express these four words.

Si Mingqin really heard that it was a high-level dialect, with a Longyan accent. Combined with the direction of travel along the way, he has a better understanding of the little boy's origins.

As a world-famous cultivator, Si Mingqin has really debuted for many years, and he is a scholar of heaven and man, connecting the past and the present, and it is difficult to encounter problems that make him feel thorny. For him, the little boy was an unexpected gain from this unexpected journey, and after only half a day together, he repeatedly broke his preconceived notions of the world.

As a normal teenager, he was indeed curious.

As a high-level cultivator, he wanted to unlock the secrets of the little boy.

On this continent, there are two orthodox schools of cultivators in the human race.

One is the mage line headed by the Northern Mirror Lake Academy Palace and the Seven Great Families, and the declining West Mountain.

The glory is still there, and the strength cannot be underestimated, but it is difficult to continue the glory of the ancient era.

On the other hand, there are soul masters who gradually replace mages and become the backbone of the human race.

Today, in response to the call of the three giants of the Empire, the Holy Court and the Secret Sect, the Terran Race cultivates soul arts, which is under the control and management of the Martial Spirit Palace.

Obviously, the little boy had neither cultivated his divine sense and mental power, nor did he show signs of condensing the Wheel Soul Spirit Array.

The Wood Clan's bloodline talent is indeed strong, but it is not exaggerated to this extent.

Then there is only one explanation.

Si Mingqin's true divine sense frantically searched for a certain memory fragment in his mind, causing an uproar, and finally found the sporadic records of relevant anecdotes in the ancient wild history, he felt incredulous, and secretly wondered: "Is there really a third way to go?"

If you want to pull out the fog, the premise is that the little boy can accept himself.

Si Mingqin really settled down, his mood returned to a clear and comfortable state, and he used a high-level dialect: "These fish will be given to you, whether they are cooked or grilled, it's all up to you, you're welcome." ”

The little boy turned his head to stare at Si Mingqin Zhen, his eyes were wide open, and his gaze was clear and thorough, reflecting everyone's truest appearance.

He had some understanding of the value of the Long-bearded Dragon Immortal, and had seen someone in the Wounded Qi Forest turn against each other and kill each other for a long-bearded Dragon Immortal. This little brother was so generous that he was surprised, in this world where everyone is at risk, this kind of person is very rare.

Looking at each other, Si Mingqin was really a little weak-hearted, and Nuo Nuo said:

"These days, in addition to the fruit on the tree, I eat some flowers, and I haven't eaten a serious meal for more than ten days, and you can see that I have lost a lot of weight. The day before yesterday, I accidentally ate a poisonous fruit and almost killed me. It was at that time that I bumped into the big stupid bird, and I couldn't get out of it for a while, so I could only play with it for two days. By the way, these fish, are you going to grill them, or what?"

Si Mingqin really spoke the highland language very fluently, and the speed of speech was also extremely fast.

After learning the names of these fish, Si Mingqin was really not surprised, he was more concerned about how the little boy planned to cook them, and longed to eat a few bites.

The little boy paused for a moment, blinked, and made a thinking gesture, analyzing what Si Shenqin Zhen said.

Si Mingqin's eyes really wandered to the long-bearded dragon immortal in the water balloon, and he wanted to hold on a little longer: "Just one." ”

The little boy understood what Si Mingqin really meant, and smiled.

The smile on his little face that had recovered his blood was so pure and clean, it made Si Mingqin's heart really trance, touching the softness in his heart, and feeling distressed.

It's still a child.

What kind of parents would let a six- or seven-year-old child go into the Qiqi Forest alone and not go home at night?

Si Mingqin really remembered his father's teachings, he was a few years older and more mature, and at that moment he had the urge to protect the little boy.

He grew up under the care of many layers of protection, his status is noble, his status is respected, he is far away from the suffering of the world, and he has never experienced the wind and rain of the world, this emotion is still emerging for the first time, and it is difficult to clean up.

But the little boy removed the small basket on his shoulder, lifted the curtain to protect him from the dust, took out a piece of black bread, and handed it to Si Mingqinzhen.

Si Mingqin Zhen subconsciously took the black bread without hesitation.

When he came back to his senses, his eyes were straight.

Thinking back to what he was thinking just now, he was really uncomfortable, and his old face was red.

"It's too much, you just use this...... What the hell is this, in exchange for me six such beautiful fish? In the words of my brother-in-law, this is not a good deal. ”

The little boy frowned and thought about it.

So he took back the brown bread and took out the cheese, jerky, maltose, and two sweet potatoes from the basket.

Si Mingqin really hugged the dry goods stuffed into the little boy's arms, and the eyebrows on both sides were squeezed together, and he was in a very bad mood: "You mean, if you don't eat fresh food, you just eat these things?"

The little boy thought about it, nodded, sat by the fire with a piece of black bread in his hand, ignored Si Mingqin Zhen, and ate it himself.

Watching the little boy nibble on the black bread, Si Mingqin really swallowed the words that were about to blurt out back into his stomach, sat down angrily opposite him, and stuffed a piece of beef jerky into his mouth to chew, still very unwilling.