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Chapter 135 135. I only dream about idle people but not about you.

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

Qiu Qianxue: "...???"

Qiu Qianxue was shocked: "Ah? What are you looking at this for?"

After a pause, he frowned again: "Isn't that right? "Seeing Qinghan" is written on the cover. You must be lying to me!"

Jiang Ci reluctantly put down the genealogy, and said: "You also know that those who practice Taoism must worship their ancestors. I heard from the owner of Penglai Island that if I can worship people with great merit in their ancestors, the chance of relapse of the demons will be much smaller. .

But the cover of my family tree is too eye-catching, so I just found a leather book and put it on... Brother, you think too much, I don't like reading those books at all. "

Qiu Qianxue stared at Jiang Ci and remained silent for a long time.

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

Qiu Qianxue took a closer look, and it really was a family tree.

But his focus is not here: "Why is there still a risk of recurrence of your inner demon?"

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

……

Ever since Jiang Xingmeng was captured by Yuxiang that day, and his cultivation had climbed to the Mahayana stage and returned to the Jindan stage, he had fallen into a state of confusion.

That night, she practiced her sword skills as usual, surfed the waves on the spiritual platform, lay on the bed, and fell asleep.

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

In the dream, Rong Zhao and Jiang Chao, whom she almost had no memory of, were sitting together playing chess.

Rong Zhao held the black chess pieces, Jiang Chao held the white chess pieces, Jiang Xingmeng saw that the white chess pieces already took the lead on the chessboard.

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

Jiang Chao looked at him coldly and said, "Your way of playing chess is a bit extreme."

Rong Zhao touched the cat in his arms, and a sigh appeared on his handsome face: "The army appears, and the seven kills surrender, this method is not the best."

Jiang Xingmeng felt a little strange. She knew she was dreaming, but she couldn't wake up anyway. She was forced to continue listening to Jiang Chao and Rong Zhao talking.

The two of them were playing games as soon as they heard it. 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 here and there, then suddenly her eyes froze.

There was a light green sachet hanging on Jiang Chao's waist. She could not mistake it. It was given to her by her mother when she was ten years old.

Later...in the semi-finals of the Immortal Competition, she didn't know where she left the sachet, but she didn't take it too seriously.

But now, Jiang Chao is wearing it on his waist...

Jiang Xingmeng frowned.

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

"I have always felt that you are a brilliant person." Jiang Chao's cold face showed no expression at all, "In the past, Jiu Niang also praised the Rong family's green sparrow, and it lived up to its reputation."

Rong Zhao raised his eyebrows and said noncommittally: "Really..."

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

Rong Zhao laughed: "You are the Immortal Lord Siming, how can you not believe in fate?"

After a pause, he said: "Isn't it because you didn't help me on the battlefield because you knew they were bound to die? Even if you saved them, they would still die..."

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

When Jiang Xingmeng heard them mentioning him, his heart suddenly moved.

Doing the math with your fingers, half a year has passed since the final of the Xianmen Grand Competition.

The first sentence of those three prophecies...

[I am now in a state of confusion due to illness. I only dream of idle people, not of you. 】

This prophecy seems to have come true?

Jiang Xingmeng was thoughtful.

At this moment, Rong Zhao suddenly spoke, and as soon as he spoke, a shocking secret was revealed.

"Yu Xiangjin has always been the only lonely soul from another world." Rong Zhao said in a good mood, "Whether it's Qin Zhaoyue or Jiang Xingmeng... They came from the sky, and they will return to the sky in the future."

Jiang Chao frowned, didn't criticize anything, just said: "Don't go too far."

Rong Zhao held his forehead and smiled so hard: "Peace of mind, peace of mind! Now I am no longer the young bird of the Rong family, nor am I the head of the Qingming sect. Now, I am just the Qingming Immortal, and 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 Palace, suddenly opened his eyes.

What came into view were the worried faces of Jiang Ci and Xie Buhui.

Seeing her waking up, Jiang Ci said happily, "Mianmian, how are you doing now?"

Jiang Xingmeng was a little confused.

"I... How long have I been asleep?" She murmured, "Why is Brother Huang here?"

Xie Buhui took the medicine and looked at her indifferently: "You are also amazing, you are a Golden Core cultivator, and you have a fever for three days, and you can't get rid of the fever...Your brother is so anxious. , 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 had a very scary dream."

Jiang Ci was so distressed that he immediately took the medicine from Xie Buhui, fed it to Jiang Xingmeng spoon by spoon, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, no matter how scary the dream is, it's just a dream."

Jiang Xingmeng drank the medicine obediently, but when he heard this, he suddenly looked at Jiang Ci with some vulnerability: "...What about my life? Is it also a dream?"

Jiang Ci was stunned for a moment, then he had no choice but to put down the medicine bowl, raised his hand to hold Jiang Xingmeng in his arms, and patted her on the back lightly: "Stupid or not? You see, Brother Huang is a living person, and your master can stand upright." In front of you, why is it just a dream?"

Jiang Xingmeng closed his eyes and said nothing.

She vaguely guessed something, looked at Xie Buhui, and asked: "The current Demon Lord is named Yu Xiangjin?"

Xie Buhui was surprised, and frowned: "Yes...but how did you know?"

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

Jiang Ci was a little worried: "What dream did you have? Why do you seem to have become stupid..."

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

Xie Buhui saw her open her mouth several times and then close it again. Finally, a glimmer of understanding flashed in her eyes, and he understood a little bit.

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

Xie Buhui was able to communicate with the way of heaven, and Jiang Xingmeng guessed that he probably knew something. Seeing that his master seemed to have some success, he also exposed the "dream".

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

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

(End of this chapter)