The child was frightened by Jiang Feng and Jiang Chengzi, who suddenly broke in, and stopped crying. He looked like he was seven or eight years old, dressed in a brown coarse cloth short, and leaned against a collapsed and broken bookshelf.

"Where's your mother?"

Jiang Feng couldn't help but ask, thinking in his heart who was so big-hearted and left a child here in such a chaotic situation, and besides, this was still a mortal child who was powerless.

"My mother, my mother went to the big warehouse to grab the spirit stone. The boy babbled and sobbed, and began to cry again as he spoke.

What?

"Is the spirit stone important or are you important?" Jiang Feng couldn't help but complain, there are still such mothers in the world, and when they encounter such an accident in Heishuimen, they don't take their children to escape for their lives as soon as possible.

"My mother, my mother said, without the spirit stone flower, it is better to die. ”

“......”

Jiang Feng didn't know what to do, but he knew that this matter had to be decided quickly. If it's a child who sees it from afar, it's okay, but when I meet it so closely, I don't care about it, and I seem to be uneasy.

"Jiang Chengzi, you stay here, I'll go to the big warehouse to have a look. When a monk comes, take him and flee to heaven. Jiang Feng thought about it, it was better to leave Jiang Chengzi here, even if someone came, he would not be very interested in the empty library pavilion.

"Yes. ”

Jiang Chengzi took out a piece of silk handkerchief that was not clean, wiped it on the child's face, and looked at it with disgust, "Don't cry, you are about the same age as my second junior brother, everyone is dead, and I haven't seen him cry, and my third junior brother, his mother doesn't want him anymore, it's good for so many years, be a man, be strong." ”

When the child heard the words "all dead" and "don't want him", he cried even more fiercely.

Speaking of apprentices, will you persuade in the end?

Jiang Feng didn't have time to judge for the time being, so he came to the door lightly, and flew towards the big warehouse in three steps and two steps, after delaying for so long, the probability that there was still something left in the big warehouse was not large, but being a thief and abiding by the principle that he couldn't go back empty-handed, he still entered the big warehouse.

There was chaos in the warehouse, and although there was no fire here, all kinds of furnishings and materials were scattered everywhere, and most of the remaining items were worthless, or broken porcelain and clothing that were damaged and discarded in the process of scrambling. Further inside, the ground was littered with corpses, the not-so-smooth ground was covered in stains and blood, and in the distant cloisters, there were fights and angry shouts from looting supplies.

A few ordinary thugs ran in with sticks in their hands, scolding and scolding, and when they saw Jiang Feng, the monk, they immediately carefully silenced, and two people boldly picked and picked in front of Jiang Feng, and took away a ball of clothes that had been torn, and then, they stuck to the wall, stared at Jiang Feng's movements, and quickly walked towards the inside of the warehouse.

They should be the last raiders here.

Avoiding the blood stains on the ground, Jiang Feng found a special corpse, it seemed that it should be a dead melee monk, and kicked the corpse, this kind of anti-shock power shows that this person's meridian points have been trained, and a two-foot-long penetrating wound on his back shows that he died in the battle between monks, and the storage bag has naturally disappeared a long time ago, and there is no magic weapon on his body.

A layman with buckteeth came over, boldly groping up and down the monk's body, looking for the last glimmer of hope, he looked at Jiang Feng while squeezing out a flattering smile: "My lord, it's okay, right?"

Hum!

Jiang Feng stood up, he didn't bother to care about this matter, most of the monks also had some mundane utensils left, which were not valuable. He walked forward quickly, crossed a few brawls of mortal customs, and went up to the second floor, wanting to see if there was anything left, and the Linglong Treasure Light was always on, but he found nothing, there was not even a dark grid here, to say that the Shallow Mountain Sect still has it, but the dark grid is just as empty.

Several monks were fighting not far away, each offering their own ritual vessels, their robes of the same color and pattern, and they should have been brothers and sisters a few hours ago.

Four spirit level, two Xuan level?

In order to compete for what treasure?

Jiang Feng became interested and walked forward quickly, and several monks who were fighting saw Jiang Feng coming, but they all stopped and looked at Jiang Feng with hostility.

I'm the only one who is an outsider.

Jiang Feng suddenly realized this, he didn't want to be the target of everyone, so he hurriedly flashed to the side, waved his hand to show that he was not hostile, and quickly left the edge of the battlefield. Soon, the sound of the battle sounded again.

It's not easy to find something, Jiang Feng sighed in his heart.

It is a cloister that leads to the side hall. In the middle of the dark corridor, there was a mortal man, groping for something on a corpse, Jiang Feng walked forward quickly, but found that this was a female cultivator sitting on the ground, leaning on the pillar, she had not yet lost her breath, there was a deep bone scar on her neck, and her right hand and arm were bleeding profusely, and time was running out.

The man was a little bloated, and seemed to be hiding a lot of looted things. He groped up and down the nun's body, looking for every possible thing of value.

Shhh

As if he had not found anything of value, he savagely tore open the woman's blouse, revealing a corset inlaid with a lot of gold threads.

The man was in ecstasy, grabbed it, and tried to tear it off, but the corset was wrapped so tightly that he could not make a contribution for a while, and he was annoyed, and stood up, and kicked the nun over, trying to tear the golden thread from his back.

Jiang Feng was a little irritable, the dignity of the living was inviolable, not to mention that she was a monk like herself.

He was about to step forward, but he found that at the entrance where he came, there was a young male cultivator standing, his whole body was draped in a wide gray robe, and his face was all hidden in shadows, but Jiang Feng still recognized him easily.

Chen Kun!

Although he is no longer the lowly Terran Qi cultivator, he has already reached the foundation building stage, which is similar to himself. But there's nothing wrong with the warm white light faintly flashing in the gossip mirror on his chest, yes, it's him. And the other party also obviously recognized Jiang Feng disguised as Jiang Xiaobai, so he stopped here curiously.

The two stared at each other like this for a moment, and did not speak, until Jiang Feng stepped forward and kicked over the man who was prostrate on the female cultivator and tore his corset.

"Bring it!" The man's actions exceeded Jiang Feng's bottom line.

The man was caught off guard, but he skillfully rolled in place, half-squatting, and showed a flattering smile: "My lord, I'm just looking for a little money to spend, and she's already dead." He pointed to the woman on the ground whose breathing had slowed, her eyes were confused, and her body had only risen and fallen slightly.

"Bring it!" the atmosphere suddenly turned cold.

"Good, good!"

The man reluctantly took out a silver hairpin, which was hollowed out with the pattern of a bird, and handed it over, "My lord, I only found this from her, and the rest is not hers." "His chest was bulging, and it seemed that he had scavenged a lot of other miscellaneous items before, but he probably wasn't lying.

Jiang Feng originally thought that he had succeeded, but he didn't expect that he hadn't succeeded in tearing off the corset, but looking at his annoying smile, he still snorted in his nostrils, used some spiritual power, and let out a shock.

"Get out!"

"Okay, good, my lord, the villain, get out, get out. ”

The man was not angry at all, like a scoundrel, and quickly turned and ran towards the entrance, where the fighting seemed to have subsided, and perhaps there was something that the monk did not look up to to looting.

Smack!

When his body passed by Chen Kun, he fell down like rags, only to see a faint light condensed from the tip of Chen Kun's hand, which gradually faded, and the figure of this foundation building monk also disappeared in front of Jiang Feng in an instant.

The demon shadow fled to recuperate, this Chen Kun did not immediately accompany him, but stayed here to take advantage of the chaos to rob, it seems that he is still quite confident in his own strength, Jiang Feng said secretly. The cold light hairpin demon bracelet on his arm has been secretly ringing, this Chen Kun must have a good treasure, and on his body, there seems to be an auxiliary magic weapon to prevent peeping, not only the exquisite treasure light can't see the truth, but even the last time he divined the demon shadow, his face was blurred.

It's a pity that there is no certainty of victory, and time is not allowed, obviously, in the case of similar strength, the other party is not willing to waste time.

Jiang Feng didn't pay attention to the mortal who had already died, but took a few steps forward and carefully turned the female cultivator over, he faintly felt that the appearance of this female cultivator seemed to have some connection with the previous mortal boy.

"Sitian?"

Jiang Feng heard an almost indiscernible murmur, and as a mouthful of blood foam flowed out of her mouth, the voice became even weaker.

"Save Me ......"

Jiang Feng realized that "Sitian" might be the boy's name, and all the way over, he saw that only this woman was a woman, and it must be the child's mother.

Hi!

Jiang Feng sighed, the avenue is already very difficult, if you can help, you can help, at least let your mother and son see each other for the last time. With a soft heart, he picked up the disheveled nun and went straight to the library.

............

Imperial Wind Sect, Troubled Stone Sea, Haiyan City.

In fact, even in the cold winter, the climate of Haiyan City, which is close to the south shore of the Ranshi Sea, is not so cold, which is why Ling Feidu entrusted his righteous brother to help him build a garden here.

"Ling Shao, Mu Qianxue is here. Gu Chuanfu hurriedly came behind him and whispered.

"Say I'm not there. Ling Fei casually refused, but saw that the Yiren was already standing on the bridge, across the artificially constructed stream from him.

Gu Chuanfu retreated silently, for this woman who had already worshiped Tai Lao as a closed disciple, whose cultivation far surpassed his own, and who still had a marriage contract with Ling Shao, he did not dare to make any mistakes.

Mu Qianxue stretched out her hand and casually brushed the white silk skirt of Lixue, which was inlaid with countless slender gold threads, and as she walked around, a pale golden halo gradually floated on the gold threads, dispelling the only remaining spring cold around. Her black hair was glossy in the sun, and she was tied with a seemingly ordinary black head rope, but those close to her knew that the five blood-red coral beads on the black rope were the life-saving magic weapon that Tai Lao gave to his beloved disciple.

"You killed Ning Jiazhi?"

Ling Feidu was silent for a while, "Who is he?"

"Put away your arrogance, Ling Feidu!" she turned her head away from Ling Feidu's cold face, although this was also her favorite part, and instead looked at the murmuring stream under the bridge, the water splashing with a clear stream, "It's dangerous for you to do this, not many people know that Ning Jiazhi has been allowed to enter the canyon." ”

Ling Fei didn't speak, as if he had become one with the surrounding landscape.

"You take this thing. Mu Qianxue took out a round white pearl-like magic weapon, "If you are in distress in the canyon, remember to use it to send me a message." ”

Ling Feidu still didn't speak, nor did he pick up the magic weapon, he had his own arrogance, and the arrival of the other party reminded him of another person again.

A person who is rooted in a deeper memory.

The two of them are once again gone, as if frozen in this spring-filled painting.

Mu Qianxue left, but at the end, she still stopped and threw the white pearl-like magic weapon to Gu Chuanfu, who was listening to it in the distance.

............

Black Water Gate, Yuntai City, Library Pavilion.

As soon as Jiang Feng, who was holding the female cultivator, entered the door, he was met with the surprised eyes of two foodies.

The child had been coaxed by Jiang Chengzi to stop crying, and when he saw the woman soaked in blood, he was stunned for a moment, and he didn't even have time to throw away the dried fish in his hand before he pounced.

"Mother!"

At his age, he already knows life and death, looking at the seriously injured nun in front of him, knowing that the other party's time is running out, his tears rushed out again, he shook it, put his head on it, and grabbed her arm, hoping to get a response from the other party.

"Tian'er," the nun still had a breath left, she barely raised her uninjured left hand, stroked the child's messy hair, and wiped away his tears, "Live well, mother, you shouldn't go to fight for the big treasury!"

"Mother, don't go, you go, what should I do?" the child's cry resounded throughout the library.

"Save my mother!" He suddenly raised his head and looked at Jiang Feng.

"This-" Jiang Feng didn't have healing skills at all, let alone healing magic weapons in his body, the other party had already injured the origin, even if he used the "Qi Nourishing Blood Pill", or even a better pill, it could only delay death slightly.

"I-"

"I have spirit stones!"

Seeing Jiang Feng's hesitation, the boy trembled and stretched out his little hand, holding two fiery red first-order spirit stones inside. Seeing that Jiang Feng was still unmoved, he took out a book from the clothes on his chest again, "I, I still have this, save my mother, this thing will be given to you too!"

It was an ordinary blue-blue thread-bound book that was not too thick, and a few words were written crookedly on it

"The Travels of the Old Man of a Thousand Machines!"

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