Jiang Yi did not hide, and Xin Qiji rushed straight to him. He lifted his sword to his throat and said with a cold tone:

"Who are you?"

Jiang Yi opened his fists with his hands, leaning towards Xin Qiji slightly, regardless of the sword of the hanging throat.

Xin Qiji's white sword eyebrows wrinkled, and quickly took a few steps. The tip of the sword immediately left Jiang Yi's throat. I don't know if this boy would do it very much, and did not want to kill people.

Jiang Yi completed the action of hugging fist smoothly, solemnly facing her white hair in front of her.

"Junior Jiang Yi, from Huaxia more than 800 years later, today, come to visit the ancestor of You'an."

"Practical nonsense, how can anyone come over a hundred years in this world!"

Xin Qiji "hum", the reaction was almost furious in the first time, but then, the meaning of caring rushed into his heart.

Look at this, it should be from the Central Plains, and it is invincible.

He looked at Jiang Yi sympathetically, and took a few steps for a few recent steps. Although he still held the sword tightly in his hand, his tone was slightly softer.

"?"

He thought, it must be like this.

Strangely pitiful, you are crazy at a young age.

He looked at Jiangyi carefully and saw that there was no weapon on him.

But look at this decent clothes, not like a wandering, is it when you come to the local area, the sudden crazy disease?

Or is there a teenager with hidden illness among big households?

For me, he is not a young man.

"Come, prepare some delicious food and make up for this boy!"

Xin Qiji turned his head and ordered the subordinates.

Jiang Yi didn't know his activities in his heart, explaining: "Ancestors, juniors really come from more than 800 years, if you don't believe it, you can cut me."

He said that, Xin Qiji didn't want to cut it anymore. He sighed inside: This boy was really crazy.

"You can remember where your home is, you can rest assured when you go to my house, at least you will not let you be hungry."

Shake his head, turn around and let the people go out to see if anyone is looking for this boy.

Jiang Yi asked: "You An ancestor, you want to know how many years of luck is there in the Southern Song Dynasty?!"

"Do you want to know what kind of calamity will the people of the Central Plains face after the Southern Song Dynasty?"

Click!

Xin Qiji suddenly fists his left hand, his right hand is dragging the sword, and the back of the thin bones suddenly turmoils!

"You are not a lunatic!"

He turned around, Leng Ran faced Jiang Yidao: "Madman, but you can't say that!"

"Who are you?! Is it a spy sent from Jin Guo, or the people sent to the court to kill me?"

"Ancestor, only 72 years left in the Southern Song Dynasty, and 69 years, the Yuan people will enter Lin'an, and the court will wander south!"

"In 72 years, the Southern Song Dynasty will declare the perish in the Yashan naval battle!"

Boom!

A lightning seemed to bombard the top of Xin Qiji's head. Xin Qiji trembled, and replaced it with endless anger:

"No matter who you are, dare to curse me so much of the Song Dynasty -all died!"

He raised his sword to Jiang Yi, and Jiang Yi still couldn't hide, but he no longer merciless, a sword split to Jiang Yi's mind!

The amazing thing happened, this sword actually split along the teenager's body without hindrance, as if nothing happened!

Xin Qiji was old, and he couldn't get back all at once, and he was not prepared under his feet. He suddenly leaned forward and almost fell to the ground. Jiang Yi immediately bent down and held him with both hands.

His pupils stared at Jiang Yi in amazement, his mouth was slightly open, and it was difficult to believe that there was such a thing!

Is he dreaming?

I couldn't help but pinch my own thighs, and a soreness came to my heart, this is not a dream!

If it is not a dream, how can there be such a miracle in this world!

Is it true that this teenager said that he really came from later generations more than 800 years later?

No, no, if this is the case, wouldn't it mean that my Great Song Guo was not even left for a hundred years. Once the people were beaten by the Yuan army, what kind of suffering would they face?

No, no! This is not true!

Xin Qiji and this teenager who helped himself looked at him, and found that he had a trace of distress in his eyes. This is not like the enemy will have it. Is he really his own future generations?

He put away the sword and never wanted to cut him again.

With him lifting himself, he should not do anything to hurt him again.

Xin Qiji wanted to straighten his waist, but his waist still bowed slightly. At this time, his body was not very good.

"The ancestor, the junior said, the sentence is true, if you don't believe it, you can ask me more questions."

Jiang Yi felt that the ancestor's body was slightly trembling, as if he had been hit.

"If you don't know, it is impossible for juniors to answer like a flow, isn't it?"

Jiang Yi believes that he has done his homework.

The Song Dynasty, including the Song Dynasty, including the Yuan Dynasty, could not help him.

When Xin Qiji heard this, he seemed to be reasonable.

However, it is believed that if a person is prepared, it is not impossible to make up the future.

That being the case, then you can't walk according to the road of this teenager.

So he asked: "Recently, it seems that it is big."

What?

Jiang Yi was stunned, and his heart was almost exported. What was the problem?

A bad premonition is rushing to my heart!

Xin Qiji thought that he didn't say it clearly, so he said again:

"Recently, it seems that it is big, what is the next sentence?"

???

Jiang Yi's heart sank, what's the problem, he is so big, can he not escape the fate of memorizing ancient poems?!

If you don't ask, I almost laughed at the audience!

"Hahaha, forgive me, I am a professional training audience, unless you can't help it!"

"I will memorize the ancient poems tomorrow, what's going on at the bottom of my heart?"

"I think of many questions, I never thought that the ancestors would ask this!"

"Who is this wave of prediction?!"

"Poor Jiang Shen, I didn't expect that I still have a day of carrying ancient poems. I won't my stomach hurt ..."

In the modern world, many children have made a laugh at "Oh, Hehe Goose Goose", and laughed in the middle of the night.

The elders on the side laughed with joy, but did not dare to laugh too much, for fear that the child would be attracted to himself, and asked himself to ask himself.

"Mom, laughed at me!"

In a residential building, several young people were crazy, and they smiled and rolled on the bed. Tears couldn't help but hang the corners of their eyes.

Jiang Yi now probably can guess the response from the audience. He thinks that he is now a bystander, but he is a bureau. He can't cry and laugh.

In front of the poet's face, this special treatment is simply ... wonderful.

But if this is a name, even if he can answer it, he hasn't learned this sentence!

Suddenly one head, two big, Jiang Yi wanted to crazy.

"Is it a bit difficult?"

Xin Qiji asked again: "Then ... what's the next sentence, what is the next sentence?"
Chapter completed!