The child was frightened by the sudden intrusion of Jiang Feng and Jiang Chengzi, and stopped crying. He looked about seven or eight years old, wearing a brown coarse shorts, leaning against a collapsed and broken bookshelf.
"Where's your mother?"
Jiang Feng couldn't help but ask, thinking in his mind who was so arrogant to leave a child here in such a chaotic situation. Moreover, this was an ordinary child with no power to restrain a chicken.
"My mother, my mother went to Daku to grab the spiritual stones." The boy sobbed, and as he spoke, he started crying again.
What?
"Is the spirit stone more important or you?" Jiang Feng couldn't help but complain, there are still mothers like this in the world who would not immediately take their children to escape when faced with an incident like the Black Water Gate.
"My mother, my mother said, without the Spiritual Stone Flower, it would be better to die."
"..."
Jiang Feng didn't know what to do, but he knew that he had to make a quick decision on this matter. If it was a child he saw from a distance, forget it, but he met him so close and bright, and he seemed uneasy despite it.
"Jiang Chengzi, stay here while I go to the warehouse to have a look. If a monk comes, you take him to escape to the sky." Jiang Feng thought about it and decided to leave Jiang Chengzi here. Even if someone comes, it will be empty for him.
The library is probably not of much interest either.
"yes."
Jiang Chengzi took out a piece of silk handkerchief that was not very clean, wiped it on the child's face, and looked at it with disgust, "Stop crying, you are about the same age as my second junior brother, and everyone in your family has died, and you haven't seen them yet."
He's crying, and my third junior brother, his mother doesn't want him anymore, it's been fine after so many years, men need to be strong."
The children cried even harder when they heard the words "Everyone is dead" and "I don't want him".
Speaking of apprentice, can you persuade me?
Jiang Feng didn't have time to judge for the time being, so he came to the door gently, and flew towards the warehouse in three steps and two steps at a time. After such a long delay, the probability that there was anything left in the warehouse was low, but as a thief, you can't be empty-handed.
But in accordance with the principle of returning, he still entered the big library.
The warehouse was in chaos. Although there was no fire, various scattered furnishings and materials were thrown everywhere. Most of the remaining items at this time were worthless items, or they were damaged during the fight and were discarded.
Broken porcelain and clothes. Walking further inside, there are corpses scattered on the ground. The not-smooth ground is full of stains and blood stains. In the distant corridor, there are fights and yelling caused by robbing supplies.
Several ordinary thugs ran in with sticks and curses. When they saw Jiang Feng, a monk, they immediately carefully kept silent. Two people boldly picked in front of Jiang Feng and took away a bunch of torn clothes. Then, they
Sticking to the wall, watching Jiang Feng's movements, he quickly walked into the warehouse.
They should be the last group of looters here.
Avoiding the blood flowing freely on the ground, Jiang Feng found a special corpse. It seemed to be a dead melee monk. He kicked the corpse. The force of the shock showed that this person's meridians and acupoints had experienced menstrual pain.
The two-foot-long penetrating wound on his back indicated that he died in a fight between monks. Naturally, the storage bag had long since disappeared, and there was no trace of any magic weapon on his body.
A buck-toothed mortal man came over and boldly groped up and down the monk's body, looking for the last glimmer of hope. While looking at Jiang Feng, he smiled flatteringly: "Sir, is it okay?"
snort!
Jiang Feng stood up, too lazy to care about this matter. Most of the monks still had some common artifacts left on them, which were not valuable. He walked forward quickly, past several piles of fighting common people, and went up to the second floor to see if
There are still things left, and the Linglong Baoguang has been turned on, but nothing has been found. There is not even a hidden compartment here. To say that there is still a Qianshan Sect, it is just that the hidden compartment is empty.
Several monks were fighting not far away, each offering a magical weapon. Their robes had the same color and pattern. They should have been brothers in the same sect a few hours ago.
Four spirit-level and two mysterious-level?
What valuable treasure are you fighting for?
Jiang Feng became interested and walked forward quickly. When several monks who were fighting saw Jiang Feng coming, they all stopped and looked at Jiang Feng with hostility.
I am the only outsider.
Jiang Feng suddenly realized that he did not want to be the target of public criticism. He quickly stepped aside, waved his hand to show that he was not hostile, and quickly left the edge of the battlefield. Soon, the sound of fighting sounded again.
It's not easy to find something, Jiang Feng sighed in his heart.
This is a corridor leading to the side hall. In the middle of the dark corridor, there is an ordinary man groping for something on a corpse. Jiang Feng walked forward quickly, only to find that this man was sitting on the ground, leaning on a pillar.
The female cultivator has not yet breathed her last. There is a deeply visible scar on her neck, and her right arm is bleeding profusely. There is not much time left.
The man was a little bloated and seemed to have a lot of stolen things hidden in his body. He groped up and down the female cultivator's body, looking for every possible valuable thing.
Hiss!
As if he didn't find anything valuable, he brutally tore open the woman's top, revealing a bra studded with gold.
The man was ecstatic, grabbed it, and tried to pull it off, but the bra was tightly wrapped, and he couldn't do it for a moment. He was annoyed, stood up, kicked the female cultivator over, and tried to pull the bra off her back.
Tuanjinsi.
Jiang Feng was a little irritated. The dignity of the living was inviolable, not to mention that she was a monk like him.
He was about to step forward, but found that there was a young male cultivator standing at the entrance where he came. He was covered in a large gray burqa, and his face was completely covered in shadow, but Jiang Feng still easily
Recognized him.
Chen Kun!
Although he is no longer the low-level human qi-training monk, but has reached the foundation-building stage, similar to himself. But the white warm light faintly flashing in the Bagua mirror on his chest is unmistakable. Yes, it is him. And
The other party also clearly recognized Jiang Feng who was disguised as Jiang Xiaobai, so he stopped here curiously.
The two stared at each other for a moment without speaking, until Jiang Feng stepped forward and kicked the man who was lying on the female cultivator and tearing off her bra.
"Bring it here!" The man's behavior exceeded Jiang Feng's bottom line.
The man stumbled unexpectedly, but he rolled on the spot skillfully, half-crouched, and showed a flattering smile: "Sir, I'm just looking for some small money to spend, but she's already dead." He pointed.
On the ground, the woman's breathing slowed down, her eyes were confused, and her body was only rising and falling slightly.
"Bring it here!" The atmosphere suddenly turned cold.
"Okay, okay!"
The man reluctantly took out a silver hairpin with a pattern of flying birds hollowed out and handed it over, "Sir, I only found this from her, the rest are not hers." His chest was bulging.
It seems that a lot of other miscellaneous items were collected before, but he must not be lying.
Jiang Feng originally thought that he had succeeded, but he didn't expect that he had not successfully pulled off the bra. However, seeing his disgusting smile, he snorted from his nostrils, used some spiritual power, and let out a loud shout.
"roll!"
"Okay, okay, sir, get out of here, villain."
The man was not angry at all, just like a rogue, he quickly turned around and ran towards the entrance. The sound of fighting there seemed to have subsided. Maybe there was something that the monks didn't like that he could loot.
Snap!
When his body passed by Chen Kun, he fell down like tatters. Only a glimmer of light condensed from the tip of Chen Kun's hand gradually faded, and the figure of the foundation-building monk disappeared in front of Jiang Feng in an instant.
The demonic figure ran away to recover from his injuries. Chen Kun did not immediately follow him, but stayed here to rob him. It seems that he is quite confident in his own strength, Jiang Feng thought to himself. The cold light hairpin magic hand on his arm
Huan kept chiming secretly. This Chen Kun must be carrying a very important treasure, and he seemed to have an auxiliary magic weapon to prevent prying eyes. Not only was the exquisite treasure light unable to see the truth, but even the last time he divined the demonic shadow,
, the face is also blurred.
It's a pity that there is no guarantee of victory, and time does not allow it. Obviously, the opponent is not willing to waste time when the strength is similar.
Jiang Feng ignored the dead mortal, but took a few steps forward and carefully turned the female cultivator over. He vaguely felt that the female cultivator's appearance seemed to be somewhat related to the ordinary boy from before.
"Si Tian?"
What Tian? Jiang Feng heard an almost inaudible murmur. As a mouthful of blood flowed from her mouth, the voice became weaker.
"help me……"
Save you? Jiang Feng realized that "Sitian" might be the boy's name. He came all the way and saw that among the living and dead people he saw in the warehouse, only this one was a woman. She must be the child's mother.
.
Hi!
Jiang Feng sighed, the road is already very difficult, please help if you can, at least let you mother and son see each other for the last time. He felt soft, picked up the disheveled female cultivator, and went straight to the library.
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Yufeng Sect, Stone Sea, Haiyan City.
Qingyue Garden is full of spring. In fact, even in the cold winter, the climate in Haiyan City, which is close to the south bank of the Stone Sea, is not that cold. This is why Ling Feidu entrusted his sworn brother to help him build a garden here.
"Master Ling, Mu Qianxue is here." Gu Chuanfu hurriedly came behind him and reported in a low voice.
"Say I'm not here." Ling Feidu refused casually, but saw that the lady was already standing on the bridge, looking at him across the artificial stream.
Gu Chuanfu retreated silently, and he did not dare to do anything wrong with this woman who had already become Tai Lao's disciple, whose cultivation far surpassed his own, and who was still engaged to Young Master Ling.
Mu Qianxue stretched out her hand to straighten the hem of the snow-white silk skirt, which was inlaid with countless slender golden threads. As she walked, a pale golden halo gradually appeared on the golden threads, and the only remaining ones around her were revealed.
A bit of spring cold dissipated. Her black hair was smooth and flawless in the sun, and it was tied with a seemingly ordinary black hair rope, but everyone close to her knew that the five blood-red coral beads on the black rope were from Thailand.
A life-saving magic weapon given by Lao to his beloved disciple.
"Did you kill 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 place, and instead looked at the gurgling stream under the bridge, with its water splashing clear and refreshing, "You
It is very dangerous to do this, and not many people know that Ning Jiazhi is allowed to enter the canyon."
Ling Feidu said nothing, as if he had blended into the surrounding scenery.
"Take this thing." Mu Qianxue took out a round white pearl-like magic weapon. "If you are in danger in the canyon, remember to use this to send a message to me."
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 rooted deeper in memory.
The two of them were silent again, as if frozen in this spring-filled painting.
Mu Qianxue left, but in the end, she stopped and threw the white pearl-like magic weapon to the ancient blessing who was listening to it in the distance.
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Heishui Gate, Yuntai City, Library Pavilion.
As soon as Jiang Feng, who was holding the female cultivator in his arms, entered the door, he was greeted by the surprised looks of two foodies.
The child had been coaxed by Jiang Chengzi to stop crying. When he saw the woman soaked in blood, he was stunned. He didn't even have time to throw away the dried fish in his hand before he rushed forward.
"mother!"
At his age, he already knew life and death. Looking at the seriously injured female cultivator in front of him, knowing that her time was running out, his tears burst out again. He shook, held her head, and grabbed her arm, hoping to get her.
respond.
"Tian'er," the female cultivator still had breath left. She reluctantly raised her uninjured left hand, stroked the child's messy hair, and wiped away his tears, "live well, mother, you shouldn't fight for Daku!"
"Mom, don't leave. What should I do if you leave?" The child's cry echoed throughout the library.
"Save my mother!" He suddenly raised his head and looked at Jiang Feng.
"This" Jiang Feng has no healing skills at all, let alone any healing magic weapon. The opponent has already damaged the source. Even if he uses "Yi Qi and Blood Pill" or even better pills, it can only slightly delay death.
"I"
"I have a spiritual stone!"
Seeing Jiang Feng's hesitation, the boy trembled and stretched out his little hand, holding two fiery red first-order spirit stones. Seeing that Jiang Feng was still unmoved, he took out a book from the clothes on his chest.
, "I, I still have this, please save my mother, I will give you this too!"
The ordinary cyan-blue thread-bound book that is not too thick has a few words written crookedly on it.
"Travel Diary of Old Man Qianji!"
I want to talk about "Ten Generations of Leaders" with more like-minded people," talk about life and find confidants~