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Chapter 90. 90. Practice assessment, go back to the past

Jiang Xingmeng had a question mark on his face.

She looked at Qiu Qianxue up and down a few times, and was a little confused: "Why do you ask this? Do you still want to see it?"

Qiu Qianxue immediately shook her head vigorously: "Don't look at it... No, do you think the two protagonists here are somewhat familiar?"

Jiang Xingmeng said calmly: "Oh? Brother Qiu means..."

Qiu Qianxue paused, and continued to test: "That's the feeling, the familiar feeling, the feeling that I feel like I've seen it before..."

Jiang Xingmeng suddenly realized: "Ah, so you also..."

Qiu Qianxue nodded in relief: "Yes, you feel the same way, don't you?"

Jiang Xingmeng said: "...So you also think that Huayin's writing is very good!"

She paused for a moment, and then smiled gratifiedly: "Senior Brother Qiu, I never thought that you would like such a book too! Tell me earlier, I still have a lot here, and I'll show you all of them!"

Qiu Qianxue: "..."

No, why do I feel like you're playing with me, you bastard?

Qiu Qianxue opened her mouth and wanted to speak, but when she saw Jiang Xingmeng's sincere expression, she swallowed the curse words that came to her lips.

...Forget it, Junior Sister Jiang is so naive that maybe she really didn’t expect to go there.

After sending off the worried Qiu Qianxue, Jiang Xingmeng laughed loudly in the yard, laughing so hard that he fell back and forth.

She just said, she can't be the only one who gets hurt!

Jiang Xingmeng went to the competition square happily.

Today was the practice match. When Jiang Xingmeng arrived, there was still time for a cup of tea to start. She ran onto the ring and just stood still when she heard the bell, which meant the start of the match.

Bai Xiangwan Yu Gaogang said: "In the practical assessment, you will be randomly transported to a real time and space, and do your best to save others. A quarter of an hour in real time is equal to one year in your assessment time and space. Now, teleport Turn on——"

At that moment, Jiang Xingmeng felt that his vision went dark, and then he lost consciousness.

……

When he opened his eyes again, Jiang Xingmeng found that he was in a barren, flaming wasteland.

She looked at her hands, and the clothes and jewelry on her body - they were exactly the same as what she was wearing when she went out this morning.

She looked around, and she could hear the wailing and screaming of others in the firelight, and there were several corpses and some stumps beside Jiang Xingmeng.

Jiang Xingmeng's pupils shrank, and then he quickly calmed down. The first thing he did was to use magic to change his clothes.

The complicated dresses and gorgeous jewelry were all taken off, and now Jiang Xingmeng was wearing a green dress, with long hair tied into a ponytail, and there was no valuables on her body, so she was relieved.

Then, she touched the Weihui sword, and said in a low voice: "Please, it turns into a bamboo stick."

Weihuijian trembled slightly, somewhat reluctantly, but it still turned into a green bamboo stick.

Jiang Xingmeng repeatedly confirmed that there was nothing wrong with his attire, so he walked out of the mountain of corpses.

The setting sun was like blood. Although it was already dusk, the sunlight was particularly dazzling for some reason. Jiang Xingmeng took out a piece of white gauze from his storage bag and covered his eyes.

At the same time, the information of this time and space also appeared in her mind——

[Space-time sequence: Guimao]

[Time and space background: In the 120th year of the Tianyuan era, the demons invaded, and the cultivators resisted desperately, but were defeated by the prepared demons.In the same year, the demons entered the mortal world, slaughtering mortals in order to increase their cultivation base. 】

Jiang Xingmeng looked around, and felt the air carefully, and found that there was no spiritual power here.

Well, there is only one possibility...

She was currently in the mortal world in the 120th year of Tianyuan Era, more than three thousand years away from her time.

……

In the sea of ​​flames, a thin and small boy had his stomach pierced, bleeding profusely, and he was dying.

Next to him, the handsome young man trembled and stuffed his intestines into his abdomen. He gritted his teeth and comforted him: "...Don't be afraid, Ah Shan...Don't be afraid, my cousin won't ask you to die."

This scene was bloody and absurd, but they were the only movement in the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

The boy named Ah Shan shook his hands and forced a smile to the young man: "Cousin, they all say that I am the reincarnation of a fairy boy, yes, is it true that after I die, I can go back to heaven... see, see Parents?"

The young man's eyes were filled with tears. He choked and said to Ashan: "What nonsense are you talking about? You won't die!"

Ah Shan sighed: "...Cousin, please leave quickly. You, you are the most proud Qingquezi in the clan and the God of War in the eyes of the people. You, you shouldn't be here..."

The young man burst into tears.

He moved his lips tremblingly, and just about to say something, he suddenly heard a crisp sound of bamboo branches hitting the ground, followed by a series of light footsteps.

Ah Shan smiled with difficulty: "...I heard a very nice voice. Is it my mother-in-law who came to pick me up?"

The young man was teary-eyed, looked up and looked around, and suddenly saw a blue shadow passing through the fire, bringing a burst of coolness and a light fragrance.

It's like an ice drink in a jade bowl on a hot summer day; it's like a green bamboo standing tall in the snow in winter.

At that moment, both Ashan and the young man thought they had seen an immortal.

The petite lady with white gauze eyes stood in front of them and smiled softly: "...After I save you, it's not too late for you to call me A Niang."

As if dawn was breaking, the young girl pinned the bamboo stick around her waist and took out a pill from the sachet around her waist.

The person who came was Jiang Xingmeng.

Before the young man and Ah Shan came to their senses, Jiang Xingmeng stuffed the pills into Ah Shan's mouth, then began to sew Ah Shan's wounds and bandage them carefully.

Her movements were not considered skilled, and she was even a bit jerky, and when it came time to sew and take up the thread, she even accidentally tied a knot.

Jiang Xingmeng scratched his face in embarrassment, but soon calmed down and continued to heal with a little clumsiness.

But neither Ah Shan nor the young man dared to make a sound, and even breathed lightly.

Ah Shan asked tremblingly: "...Are you an immortal?"

Jiang Xingmeng shook his head: "It's just a doctor."

The young man and Ashan looked at each other, neither believing it - this must be an immortal, coming to save them.

A quarter of an hour later, Ashan's face was no longer pale, and he could even stand up with difficulty.

The young man carefully helped Ah Shan aside and sat down, then turned to Jiang Xingmeng, his eyes bursting with light of extreme joy. He looked at her with stern eyes, knelt down and said solemnly: "The immortal is compassionate and charitable, and I will never repay it in this life." , I wish to wear a grass ring in the next life!"

Jiang Xingmeng quickly helped the young man up, looked at his dazzlingly handsome face, tilted his head, and showed a bit of playfulness: "I am not a fairy, and I don't want you to tie a grass ring. My name is Jiang, you call me nine Mother will be fine."

After a pause, she asked, "What's your name?"

The young man pursed his lips, lowered his eyes under the setting sun, and said word by word: "My surname is Rong, and my single name is Zhao."

The bamboo stick in Jiang Xingmeng's hand moved lightly, and she asked, "Which Zhao?"

Rong Zhao said: "...the law of heaven is clear."

"Clap" sound.

Jiang Xingmeng's bamboo stick fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)