Jiang Ci opened the book in his hand and said casually: "It's my family tree." ”

Qiu Qianxue: "......??? ”

Qiu Qianxue was shocked: "Huh? What do you see this for? ”

After a pause, he frowned again: "No, this cover has "See the Cold" written on it, you must be lying to me!" ”

Jiang Ci reluctantly put down the genealogy and said: "You also know that cultivators are to worship their ancestors, I heard the lord of Penglai Island say that if I can worship people with great merits in my ancestors, the probability of the recurrence of the demons will be much smaller."

But the cover of my family tree is too spicy to the eye, so I found a random book holster and put it on...... Senior brother, you think too much, I don't like to read those books at all. ”

Qiu Qianxue stared at Jiang Ci and didn't speak for a long time.

Jiang Ci thought he didn't believe it, so he had to turn a page of the book at random and point it out to Qiu Qianxue: "Oh, I didn't lie to you." ”

Qiu Qianxue looked at it, it was really a family tree.

But his focus is not here: "Your demons, how can there be a risk of recurrence?" ”

Jiang Ci smiled and just said, "It's okay, it'll get better." ”

……

Jiang Xingmeng has fallen into a state of confusion since he was captured by Yuxiang on that day, cultivated to the Mahayana period, and returned to the Jindan period.

That night, she practiced swordsmanship as usual, rushed on the spiritual platform, lay on the bed, and fell asleep.

Cultivators actually rarely sleep, let alone dream, but Jiang Xingmeng had a strange dream.

In the dream, Rong Zhao and Jiang Chao, who were almost impressed, were sitting together playing a game, the sky was full of stars, the sun and the moon were the same day, Rong Zhao was in the night under the moon, and Jiang Chao was sitting in the clouds under the sun.

Rong Zhao held the black chess, Jiang Chao held the white chess, and Jiang Xingmeng saw that the white chess had already led the way on the chessboard.

Rong Zhao smiled slightly: "It seems that I am going to lose." ”

Jiang Chao glanced at him coldly, meaning something: "The number of ways you play chess is already a bit extreme. ”

Rong Zhao touched the cat in his arms, and a sigh appeared on his handsome face: "Breaking the army, seven kills and surrendering, this road is not the most choice." ”

Jiang Xingmeng felt a little strange, she knew that she was dreaming, but she couldn't wake up anyway, so she could only be forced to continue listening to Jiang Chao and Rong Zhao.

As soon as these two people heard this, they were fighting sharply, no matter how smart Jiang Xingmeng was, it was difficult to guess what they were talking about without knowing the cause and effect.

She simply looked east and west, and suddenly, her gaze froze.

Jiang Chao had a light green sachet hanging from her waist, she would not admit that it was given to her by her mother when she was ten years old.

Afterward...... In the semi-finals of the Xianmen Competition, she didn't know where she left the sachet, but she didn't pay much attention to it.

But right now, it is worn by Jiang Chao on his waist......

Jiang Xingmeng frowned.

She couldn't help but be sure that these two people must be talking about something related to her.

"I've always felt that you are a glorious person." Jiang Chao's cold face did not have half an expression, "In the past, Jiuniang also praised that the Rong family was a green finch and lived up to its reputation. ”

Rong Zhao raised his eyebrows, noncommittal: "Yes......"

Jiang Chao raised his eyes and looked at Rong Zhao: "Before I met Jiu Niang, I believed in my fate very much. ”

Rong Zhao laughed: "You are the Immortal Monarch of the Order, how can you not believe in your fate?" ”

After a pause, he said: "On the battlefield back then, you didn't help, isn't it because you know that they will definitely die?" Even if you save them, they'll still die......"

Jiang Chao said briefly: "That was in the past. ”

Jiang Xingmeng heard them mention himself, and his heart suddenly moved.

Pinch your fingers and calculate, half a year has passed since the final of the Xianmen Competition.

The first of those three proverbs......

[I am in a state of sickness today, and I only dream of idlers, not of kings. 】

This proverb seems to have been fulfilled?

Jiang Xingmeng was thoughtful.

And at this moment, Rong Zhao suddenly spoke, and as soon as he opened his mouth, it was a shocking secret.

"The lonely soul from another world has never been the only one who is Jade Xiangjin." Rong Zhao was in a good mood and said, "Whether it's Qin Zhaoyue or Jiang Xingmeng...... He came from heaven, and he will return to heaven in the future. ”

Jiang Chao frowned, didn't accuse anything, just said, "Don't do too much." ”

Rong Zhao held his forehead and smiled: "Peace of mind, peace of mind!" Now I am no longer the green finch of the Rong family, nor am I the head of the Qingming faction, and now, I am just a Qingming immortal, so naturally I will only do things that are beneficial to the world! ”

……

After a burst of rapid breathing, Jiang Xingmeng, who was lying in the Dragon Yin Palace, suddenly opened his eyes.

What caught the eye was the worried faces of Jiang Ci and Xie Buhui.

Seeing her wake up, Jiang Ci said happily: "Mianmian, how are you now?" ”

Jiang Xingmeng was a little dazed.

"I ...... How long did I sleep? She muttered, "Why is the royal brother here?" ”

Xie Buhui took the medicine and glanced at her lightly: "You are also powerful, you are all Jindan monks, and you have had a fever for three days, how can you not get rid of the fever...... Your imperial brother was so anxious that he took care of you for three days and three nights. ”

Jiang Xingmeng shook his head: "I don't have a fever. ”

After a pause, she was in a trance: "...... I just, I had a terrible dream. ”

Jiang Ci was distressed, and immediately took the medicine from Xie Buhui's hand, fed it to Jiang Xingmeng spoonful by spoonful, and comforted: "Don't be afraid, no matter how terrible a dream is, it's just a dream." ”

Jiang Xingmeng was drinking the medicine obediently, but when he heard this, he suddenly looked at Jiang Ci a little fragilely: "...... What about my life? Is it also a dream? ”

Jiang Ci was stunned, and then reluctantly put down the medicine bowl, raised his hand to hold Jiang Xingmeng in his arms, and patted her back gently: "Stupid or not?" You see, the imperial brother is a living person, and your master is standing in front of you dignifiedly, why is it a dream? ”

Jiang Xingmeng closed his eyes and didn't speak.

She vaguely guessed something, looked at Xie Buxuan, and asked: "Today's Demon Venerable, the name is Jade Xiangjin?" ”

Xie Buyan was surprised and frowned: "Yes...... But how do you know? ”

Jiang Xingmeng didn't answer him, just shook his head, a little absent-minded.

Jiang Ci was a little worried: "What kind of dream did you have?" How do you seem to be stupid......"

Jiang Xingmeng opened his mouth, and just wanted to speak, but found that he couldn't say anything.

Xie Buhui saw her open her mouth a few times, then closed it again, and finally a trace of understanding flashed in her eyes, and she also understood a little.

He said slowly: "Heaven doesn't allow you to speak, so you can't say it." ”

Xie Buhui can communicate with the way of heaven, Jiang Xingmeng guessed that he probably knew something, and seeing that his master seemed to have some success, he also revealed the stubble of "dreaming".

Jiang Ci didn't ask much, and carefully tucked the quilt corner for Jiang Xingmeng: "Do you still want to rest for a while?" ”

Jiang Xingmeng shook his head and said, "No rest, no rest......"