Jiang Xingmeng directly looked at the question mark.

She looked Qiu Qianxue up and down a few times, and was a little speechless: "Why do you ask this?" Do you want to see it? ”

Qiu Qianxue suddenly shook her head vigorously: "Don't look at it, don't look at it...... No, don't you think the two protagonists here are a little familiar? ”

Jiang Xingmeng remained silent: "Oh? Senior Brother Qiu means ......"

Qiu Qianxue paused, and continued to probe: "It's that feeling, that feeling familiar, feeling as if I've seen it somewhere......"

Jiang Xingmeng suddenly realized: "Ah, it turns out that you are also ......"

Qiu Qianxue nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, you feel the same way, don't you?" ”

Jiang Xingmeng said: "...... It turns out that you also think that Huayin's writing is very good! ”

She paused, and also smiled with satisfaction: "Senior Brother Qiu, I never thought that you would also like such a book!" Earlier, I have a lot of them here, all of them for you! ”

Qiu Qianxue: "......"

No, why do I think you're playing with me?

Qiu Qianxue opened her mouth and wanted to speak, but when she saw Jiang Xingmeng's sincere face, she swallowed the dirty words that came to her mouth again.

…… Maybe Senior Sister Jiang is innocent, maybe she really didn't expect to go there.

After sending away Qiu Qianxue, who was preoccupied, Jiang Xingmeng laughed loudly in the courtyard, leaning back and laughing.

She said, she can't be the only one who is hurt!

Jiang Xingmeng went to the competition square beautifully.

Today is a practice competition, when Jiang Xingmeng arrived, there was still a tea time to start, she ran into the ring, just stood still, and heard the bell, which means the start of the game.

Bai Xiangwan said from a high place: "Practical assessment, you will be randomly teleported to a real time and space, and do your best to help others." A quarter of an hour of real time is equal to one year in your time and space. Now, the teleportation is on—"

At the moment, Jiang Xingmeng only felt that his eyes were dark, and then he lost consciousness.

……

When he opened his eyes again, Jiang Xingmeng found himself in a barren, burning wasteland.

She looked at her hands, and at the clothes and jewelry on her body—exactly what she had worn when she had gone out this morning.

She looked around, and around her, she could hear the wails and screams of others in the firelight, and Jiang Xingmeng still had a few corpses and some stumps around him.

Jiang Xingmeng's pupils shrank, and then he quickly calmed down, and the first thing he did was to use a spell to change his clothes.

The complicated dresses and gorgeous jewelry all faded away, and Jiang Xingmeng was wearing green clothes, her long hair was tied into a ponytail, and there were no valuables on her body, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, she touched the unrepentant sword and whispered, "I'm tired of you, and I turned into the appearance of a bamboo cane." ”

The Unrepentant Sword trembled slightly, a little reluctantly, but it still turned into a verdant bamboo cane.

Jiang Xingmeng repeatedly confirmed that there was no problem with his dress, and walked out of the corpse mountain.

The remnant sun is like blood, although it is already dusk, but for some reason, this daylight is particularly dazzling, Jiang Xingmeng took out a white yarn from the storage bag and blindfolded himself.

At the same time, information about this time and space also surfaced in her mind-

【Temporal Sequence: 癸卯】

[Time and space background: In the 120th year of the Tianyuan Era, the demons invaded, and the cultivators resisted to the death, but they were defeated by the prepared demons. In the same year, the demons entered the mortal realm and slaughtered mortals to increase and repair. 】

Jiang Xingmeng looked around, felt it in the air carefully, and found that there was no spiritual power here.

Well, there is only one possibility......

Right now, in the one hundred and twenty years of the Tianyuan Era, more than three thousand years apart from her time, the mortal realm.

……

In the sea of fire, a thin boy had already pierced his intestines and broken his stomach, bleeding profusely, and he saw that he was dying.

Next to him, the handsome young man trembled and stuffed his intestines into his abdomen for him, gritted his teeth and comforted: "...... Ahsan, don't be afraid...... Don't be afraid, my cousin won't call you dead. ”

This scene is a little bloody and a little ridiculous, but in a sea of corpses and blood, they are the only movement here.

The young man named Ah Shan, with trembling hands, reluctantly showed a smile to the young man: "Cousin, they all say that I am the reincarnation of the fairy child, yes, is it, I can return to heaven when I die...... See, see your parents? ”

The young man's eyes were full of tears, he choked up, and said to Ah Shan: "What nonsense? You won't die! ”

Ah Shan sighed: "...... Cousin, go quickly. You, you are the proudest green finch in the clan, and the god of war in the eyes of the people, you, you should not fold here......"

The young man wept silently.

He trembled and moved his lips, and was about to say something when he heard a crisp, bamboo-dotted voice, followed by a string of light footsteps.

Ahsan smiled with difficulty: "...... I heard a nice voice, is it A-Niang who came to pick me up? ”

The young man was teary-eyed, looked up, and suddenly saw a green shadow passing through the firelight, bringing a burst of coolness and a light fragrance.

Like an ice drink in a jade bowl in the hot summer; It's like a green bamboo standing tall in the snow in winter.

At that moment, whether it was Ah Shan or the young man, they all thought that they had seen the immortals.

The petite little lady with white veils stood still in front of them and smiled lightly: "...... When I save you, it's not too late for you to call me A-Niang. ”

As if the sky was dawning, the young girl pinned the bamboo cane to her waist and took out a pill from the sachet on her waist.

The person who came was Jiang Xingmeng.

Before the young man and Ah Shan came to their senses, Jiang Xingmeng stuffed the pill into Ah Shan's mouth, and then began to stitch up Ah Shan's wound and bandage it carefully.

Her movements were not very skillful, and even a little jerky, and when it came time to suture and retract, she even accidentally tied a dead knot.

Jiang Xingmeng scratched his face a little embarrassed, but quickly calmed down and continued to heal a little awkwardly.

But whether it was Ah Shan or the young man, he didn't dare to make a sound, and even his breathing was light.

Ah Shan asked tremblingly, "...... Are you an immortal? ”

Jiang Xingmeng shook his head: "It's just a doctor." ”

The young man and Ah Shan looked at each other, but they didn't believe it—this must be an immortal, an immortal who came to save them.

After a quarter of an hour, Ashan's face was no longer pale, and he could barely stand up.

The young man carefully helped Ah Shan to the side and sat down, and then turned to Jiang Xingmeng, his eyes burst out with extreme joy, he looked at her with burning eyes, knelt down, and said solemnly: "Immortals are merciful and charitable, there is nothing to repay in this life, and I wish to tie the grass ring in the next life!" ”

Jiang Xingmeng hurriedly helped the young man up, looked at his dazzling handsome face, tilted his head, and actually showed a little playfulness: "I'm not an immortal, and I don't want you to tie the grass ring." My surname is Jiang, you can call me Jiuniang. ”

After a pause, she asked, "What's your name?" ”

The young man pursed his lips, lowered his eyes in the remnant sun, and paused word by word: "My surname is Rong, and my name is famous." ”

The bamboo cane in Jiang Xingmeng's hand moved slightly, and she asked, "Which Zhao?" ”

Rong Zhao said: "...... The reason of the heavens is clear. ”

"Click".

Jiang Xingmeng's bamboo cane fell to the ground.