Jiang Xiaoman's brain went blank.

It took a long time before I came back to my senses.

I'm afraid that I didn't hear it clearly, or I heard it wrong.

He looked at the woman in front of him and asked cautiously, "Auntie, what do you say your name is?"

"Luo Xuanji. The woman couldn't help but be a little confused, thinking that her voice was too small, so she repeated with a smile, "I said, my name is Luo Xuanji, and my hometown is the country of Qingqiu!"

She looked at the young man, smiled playfully, and said, "Now, you should hear clearly, right?"

"Listen...... Heard clearly. Jiang Xiaoman stumbled and said, with a ghostly expression.

He looked at this 'Luo Xuanji' and hesitated for a long time before asking in a low voice, "Aunt Luo, do you have a cousin named Liu Mei?"

"Indeed......" The woman nodded, suddenly looked slightly stunned, looked at the young man with wide eyes, and said in a lost voice: "How do you know? Could it be that you are ......?"

Jiang Xiaoman didn't know whether to cry or laugh, and said softly: "Liu Mei is my mother, and she is now called Lin Mei." ”

"What? You said Mei'er, she's married, and you have a son as big as you?"

'Luo Xuanji's mouth opened slightly, and her face was incredulous.

Looking at the expression, it really doesn't look like it's pretending.

Jiang Xiaoman sighed lightly in his heart, and he became more and more confused.

Aunt Luo, who is outside the 'Ice Hell', seems to know everything about herself.

And Aunt Luo in this world in the well doesn't seem to know that her mother has already married and even has her own.

In the end, who of the two Aunt Luo is lying.

And for what?

'Luo Xuanji' suddenly remembered something, smiled brightly, and said, "But if you do the math, Mei'er has indeed reached the age of getting married and having children." But it seems that Mei'er, this girl, seems to be married to a human man. ”

She looked at the boy carefully and played with the taste: "So, you are really my eldest nephew? Little guy, what is your name? Also, who is your father?"

"My name is Jiang Xiaoman, and I am a hero who will be famous in Kyushu in the future!"

"My father is the Nine Emperors of the Great Xia Dynasty, and now the Flame Overseer of the Frontier, Jiang Yao!"

Speaking of his father, Jiang Xiaoman's neck raised and he couldn't help but say proudly.

"The Nine Emperors of Great Xia?" the woman was stunned, and then said in surprise: "The Nine Emperors of Great Xia, shouldn't it be Jiang Wuwu?"

Immediately, she seemed to think of something, stared at the young man, and asked with some urgency: "Little guy, you tell your aunt, who is the Holy Emperor of your Great Xia Dynasty now?"

"Huh?" Jiang Xiaoman scratched his head and thought for a long time before finally remembering where he had heard these two very familiar names.

Jiang Wuwu, isn't that an uncle who was finally crowned King Linglang more than 400 years ago?

If I remember correctly, in that life, this uncle who was a young king and even almost became an emperor was indeed the same as his father, ranking ninth among the many princes in that life.

As for Jiang Luojia, isn't that the name of Jiang Xiaoman's grandfather.

These two people are both characters hundreds of years ago to Jiang Xiaoman, so it's no wonder that he couldn't remember them for a while.

Even that Jiang Wuwu, although he was a young king, seemed to be not outstanding in that world.

Not to mention the "History of Kyushu" compiled by Tianjilou, even the history books of Daxia are only a passing mention, and there are no strong deeds left.

If it weren't for the fact that the title of the prince of Great Xia would have been passed down from generation to generation, Jiang Xiaoman wouldn't even know that he had such an uncle.

According to the rules of the Jiang family, when the father is officially sealed, he will use the word Xiaoyao as the sign.

Maybe it's the Marquis of Care, or it may be the King of Ease.

Or, maybe it's the Emperor!

Unlike the previous dynasties, the town-border army has never been hereditary.

This title can be passed down from generation to generation......

Jiang Xiaoman looked at the 'Aunt Luo' in front of him who looked like she was about to eat herself, and pondered for a long time before she slowly spoke: "Auntie, the current Holy Emperor of Great Xia is my grandfather, and his name is Jiang Yusheng. You are talking about Jiang Luojia, he is my great-grandfather. ”

Although it had been expected, 'Luo Xuanji's body still shook and almost fell to the ground.

Jiang Xiaoman was startled and hurriedly stepped forward to help, but she gently waved her hand to signal that she didn't need to.

She crouched down, then sat cross-legged on the ground, lowered her head, and muttered, "Outside, have all these years passed......

Outside?

The young man was stunned, and remembered that this 'Aunt Luo' could flip the sun, moon and stars with a raised hand, and he was suddenly stunned.

This well world, it seems, does not coincide with the time of Kyushu.

Only in this way can we explain why Aunt Luo in this well world would say that she lived for more than 4,000 years before.

Jiang Xiaoman still had doubts just now, he originally thought that he had heard it wrong.

This 'Luo Xuanji' actually said that he had been in the well world for three thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years.

If this well world is really the same time as Kyushu.

Doesn't it mean that his mother is also an old monster who has lived for thousands of years?

This really can't be accepted by the teenager!

The world in the well, quiet and terrible.

Jiang Xiaoman and 'Luo Xuanji', one is back to God and the other is out of God.

The young man looked at the 'Luo Xuanji' who was in a daze, although he had already guessed, he still couldn't help but be curious: "Aunt Luo, could it be that this world is not synchronized with the time in Kyushu?"

Luo Xuanji nodded like a wood plastic, and said in a low voice: "Here, there is no passage of time at all, no birth, old age, sickness and death. Compared to Kyushu, it is almost completely stationary. ”

"Then you ......"

Jiang Xiaoman wanted to ask how she calculated the time, but she opened her mouth but didn't open her mouth after all.

'Luo Xuanji' came back to his senses, smiled, looked at the young man and said, "Do you want to ask, then how do I remember that I have been here for three thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years." ”

Jiang Xiaoman nodded, he was indeed a little curious.

After a long silence, 'Luo Xuanji' sat on the ground and picked up a purple peach blossom that fell on the grass, and said with a smile: "Although time is still relative to Kyushu, there will still be sunrise and sunset, just like you just saw." On weekdays, I don't change the flow of time as much as I do today, so here is the same as Kyushu where there are twelve hours a day. ”

As she spoke, she raised her hand and pointed to the peach tree behind her, and said, "This peach tree has grown here since I came." It blooms once a year, and I counted it, and this peach blossom has bloomed a total of 3,999 times, so I think it should be 3,999 years in the past. ”

He couldn't help but wonder what kind of peerless demeanor the man who could make 'Aunt Luo' willing to wait for three thousand years have.

Jiang Xiaoman looked at her, his eyes fell on the peach blossom in her hand, and asked, "Then you have been like this for the past three thousand years, and you haven't done anything?"

"Yes, count the peach blossoms!"

Luo Xuanji smiled, she handed the peach blossom in her hand to the young man, and then said seriously: "I remember that the day before yesterday, there were a total of 3,900 peach blossoms on this peach tree, 2,000 pink and 1,900 purple. Yesterday, when I counted again, there were only 3,300 flowers, 1,837 pink flowers, and 1,463 purple flowers. I haven't counted it today, but I think it will be less. ”

Jiang Xiaoman looked at her, took the purple peach blossom, and couldn't help but sink his heart.

'Aunt Luo' can remember it so clearly, then she must have counted it carefully every day.

Although he had never counted the flowers blooming and falling, he knew that when he counted the flowers in this way, he would be very lonely.

Thinking like this, he couldn't help but flip the long sword in his hand slightly, and tied the peach blossom to the hilt.

The sword, even if it is an ancient sword that has not been stained with blood for a long time, is still a sharp weapon for killing.

But at this time, the gilt gold carving, purple peach blossoms.

It added an inexplicable warm taste to the ancient sword.

On the contrary, there is a little less murderous atmosphere.

Luo Xuanji looked at the simple long sword in the young man's hand, as if she was caught in some memory.

After a long while, she laughed, "I seem to have seen that sword of yours somewhere." ”

Jiang Xiaoman hurriedly put the sword behind his back, looked at her with a vigilant expression, and said, "Even if you say so, I can't give it to you." ”

Luo Xuanji didn't care, she laughed and scolded stingy, and then looked at the young man with some expectation, and said, "I'll take a look!"

The tone is more like being coquettish, which makes people can't bear to refuse.

Besides, what Jiang Xiaoman is not good at is refusal.

He thought about it for a long time, and felt that there was no reason to refuse.

In the end, he obediently untied the ancient sword with purple peach blossoms on the hilt from his back and handed it to the woman in front of him.

"The eldest nephew is so well-behaved!"

Luo Xuanji's eyes were about to squint together, and she stretched out two flawless hands that were as white as jade.

The long sword, which revealed an ancient and mysterious charm from the scabbard to the blade, was held in her hand like this.

Looking at Luo Xuanji, Jiang Xiaoman's eyes couldn't help but light up.

He suddenly noticed the difference between Aunt Luo in the world of the well and Aunt Luo outside the 'Ice Hell'.

When Luo Xuanji in front of her laughed, she had no dimples.

Even though her smile was really sweet, the dimple on her left cheek that should have appeared with it was not visible.

Aunt Luo, who was waiting outside the 'Ice Hell' to take her sword back, would definitely have a dimple on the side of her cheek when she laughed.

And Jiang Xiaoman also knew that the better the mood of that Aunt Luo, the deeper the dimple would be.

This is perhaps the biggest difference between the two people.

But Jiang Xiaoman had never seen Luo Xuanji before,

Whether it is this Aunt Luo in the world in the well in front of her, or the Aunt Luo outside, this is the case.

Therefore, he couldn't know if Luo Xuanji really had dimples on her cheeks.

Maybe you can ask your mother later.

But I think it will be a long time later.

For no reason, Jiang Xiaoman remembered what the old Taoist said when he was in Fancheng, when he was divining for himself.

'This trip to the north, one goes for three years, and there is no time to return......

At the time, he didn't pay much attention to it.

It is easy to understand that he has been in Northern Qin for three years, indicating that he will have three years to leave home in Northern Qin this time.

But there is still a sentence that there is no time to return.

There is no time to return, does it mean that the day of returning to Suzaku City is far away?

The first is three years, and the second is indefinite.

These two sentences are inconsistent.

Jiang Xiaoman hadn't figured it out before.

Now, it's even more confusing.

There seems to be another sentence behind it, what does it say?

Fortune and misfortune depend on each other, good and evil are mixed, and the clothes are stained with blood.

The old Taoist chief said that this trip to the north was an opportunity and a disaster for him.

At present, there are many opportunities, but the calamity has not yet been seen.

Before the young man could think about it, his eyes suddenly widened, and his face was incredible.

I could only hear the sound of "Cangchang", and the sword roared like a beast.

Then, the cold light came out little by little.

The ancient sword, which he had not been able to pull out of its sheath no matter how much strength he had wasted before, was pulled out by the weak woman in front of him who seemed to be powerless.

Luo Xuanji looked at the sword body stupidly, as if she remembered something.

Then, there was a hot teardrop, dripping on the eerie blood-red blade.

Like ink on rice paper, ripples.

The ancient sword trembled slightly, just like an old thing meets an old master.