Yang Jian, is this yours?

"Chang'an?" Nezha frowned and thought carefully for a while, "I've never heard of that place, is it your hometown?"

"No...not..." Qingxi murmured, his fingers trembling, he asked Nezha: "Then have you heard of Chunyang Palace? Yangzhou? Luoyang?"

"No, where are those places?" Nezha said, "I've never heard of them."

--how come?

Qingxi was a little stunned, how could she not have heard of it? !

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?" The silence emanating from the boy in front of him made Nezha a little flustered, and he hurriedly said, "Don't be like this, ah, my master has been to many places, and he will definitely help you find them." Your family. And my uncles, they are also very powerful. You don't... Oh, you don't want to be like this."

Qingxi felt his heart was in a mess, he didn't expect his own death, nor did he think that he could still live in an unknown place.

He once thought when the war was raging, no matter what, he would go back to Chunyang Palace in the end, to see all the uncles and brothers who loved him, and then he would stay in Chunyang Palace to comprehend the sword intent, Because Chunyang Palace is his home and destination, during the time when he went down the mountain, he went from being flustered when he saw the flames of war and the enemy army, to gradually becoming numb later.

Whenever he has some free time, what he thinks about is the snowy sky in Chunyang Palace and the majestic mountains. Although Chunyang Palace is lonely and deserted, it is his home.

"Where is Xiqi...?" Qingxi looked at Nezha and asked.

When Nezha saw Qingxi talking to him again, the smile on his face became brighter, and he said: "Xiqi is where we are, the territory of Xibohou Jichang, and the current monarch is His Majesty Jifa. We have worshiped God." It is the will of the people to attack the army of Wudao King Zhou." Nezha said these words again, obviously full of confidence in Xiqi's army.

"Fight Wudao... King Zhou?" Qingxi was a little in a trance, why did this name sound so familiar? "King Zhou, how can you be so innocent?"

"Everyone in the world knows that King Zhou is cruel and heartless. He insulted the statue of Nuwa Empress, doted on demon concubines, listened to villains, killed loyal people, and many other things. In short, there are so many stupid things about King Zhou. Nezha pursed his lips, and his voice was full of anger: "Now that we are following the sky, he even finds some evil monsters to fight with us, hum, but we will definitely win in the end!"

Qingxi naturally thought of Tang Minghuang, the once wise emperor could not escape the Beauty Pass in the end, favored villains, caused the world to suffer from wars and disputes, caused the people's wives to be separated, and the country was unstable.He is so similar to King Zhou, Emperor Ming is just kinder, but what's the use of those indifferent kindness?Qingxi sighed and was full of doubts in his heart, why did King Zhou and Daji look so like Shang and Zhou Shi?

The door of the tent was opened, and Jiang Ziya, dressed in a neat Taoist robe, walked in with a military doctor. Qingxi looked at the two people who came in vigilantly.

"Uncle Jiang." Nezha stood up and saluted.

"Yeah." Jiang Ziya nodded to him, and then turned his attention to the boy in the blue Taoist robe sitting on the bed.

"Is this little friend better?" Jiang Ziya asked with a smile while standing in front of the bed.

Although Qingxi was vigilant, he could also tell that the identity of the person in front of him was not simple, so he replied: "It's nothing serious, thank you for your help."

"I am not the one who saved you." Jiang Ziya stroked his beard and laughed: "There is someone else who saved you. I believe you will meet again in a short time."

"..." Qingxi didn't know what to say, he just controlled his body and carefully got off the bed to salute and thank Jiang Ziya.

Jiang Ziya quickly helped him up and said, "You don't need to be so polite. If you don't mind, how about letting the military doctor diagnose your pulse?"

"No need, my health is already much better." Qingxi refused.

"If that's the case, forget it," Jiang Ziya waved the military doctor back, and then told Nezha to leave.

Although Nezha didn't want to leave, he couldn't disobey Jiang Ziya's order, so he had to walk outside slowly. When he was about to go out, he turned his head and asked, "Master, can I come to Qingxi later?"

"Okay, now I have something to discuss with Qingxi little friend, you go back first." Jiang Ziya said.

Nezha walked out happily.

"I'm kidding, Nezha has such a childish heart." Jiang Ziya said.

"Yeah." Qingxi said sullenly, "He... Nezha, he's fine."——that is, he talked too much.

"Let's sit down here and talk," Jiang Ziya led Qingxi to the corner of the table and sat down. He said, "Where did you come from?"

"You can just call me Qingxi," Qingxi felt very strange when he heard him call him Xiaoyou Xiaoyou.

"...Qingxi," Jiang Ziya said, "Where does Qingxi little friend come from?"

"..."

Qingxi looked at the smiling white-bearded man in front of him, and always felt that he looked like the Tiance leader in the military camp who wanted to use candied haws to abduct him, with a sinister smile on his face—of course, that Tiance was finally added by him with Liuhe Domineering Wan Jian Guizong beat and ran all over the camp, because the senior brother said that those who give you things for no reason either want to abduct you or beat you.

"Datang, Chunyang Palace." Qingxi said concisely.

"..." His words made Jiang Ziya's beard tremble and he asked again: "I don't know much about the poor, so I dare to ask where is the Chunyang Palace of the Tang Dynasty?"

"Datang." Qingxi felt baffled, saying that it was Datang Chunyang Palace, of course it was in Datang.

"..." Jiang Ziya, why doesn't this kid play cards according to common sense.

Jiang Ziya straightened his face and said, "I already know your origin, little friend Qingxi, so you don't have to hide it."

Qingxi's face also became serious, just when Jiang Ziya thought he would say something terrible, Qingxi said: "What is my origin?"

The sound of birds came from outside the house, and Jiang Ziya felt that a string in his brain was broken——

"Are you making fun of the poor?"

Looking at the old man with white beard in front of him inexplicably getting angry, Qing Xi couldn't understand what this man was thinking at all, and said a bunch of strange things when he came in, could it be——

"Could it be that you got hysteria when you are old?" Qingxi asked with some sympathy in his tone. He heard Wanhua's senior sisters talk about this kind of disease during the march, saying that when people get old, they will get this kind of disease when they get older. , it seems that the person in front of me is also the same, it is really wrong for me to blame him just now.

Jiang Ziya only felt that the look of the child in front of him gave him a strange feeling that he couldn't describe—it was like looking at a terminally ill person. Although his face was expressionless, the look in his eyes and his tone of voice were indeed like this expressive.

"It doesn't matter, it will be cured." Qingxi comforted with a serious face—although the people in Wanhua Valley haven't researched how to cure it, they can be cured anyway.

"Thank you... for your concern. Pindao thinks he is very healthy, and he doesn't suffer from hysteria as my friend said." Jiang Ziya trembled, almost pulling his beard off.

"...Oh." Qingxi and Jiang Ziya looked at each other for a while, then got up and said goodbye: "I've been bothering you for a long time, I should go back too, please tell me how to get to Chang'an, sir."

Jiang Ziya came back to his senses, he quickly adjusted his expression and said, "Little friend Qingxi may not be able to go back."

Qingxi turned to Jiang Ziya and said, "Why?"

"This is not where you used to be. This is Xiqi, which is the world of my Great Zhou." Jiang Ziya said: "When our army was fighting the enemy, you fell from the sky, my friend Qingxi, and you were killed by my teacher. My nephew picked me up and sent me to the camp. My master Yuanshi Tianzun told me something about the origin of my little friend, and he said that you are—an alien descended into the world."

Qingxi's eyelashes trembled, but he didn't show any special emotion, which was a little different from what Jiang Ziya thought.

"Little friend Qingxi doesn't believe it?" Jiang Ziya stroked his beard, and said with an unfathomable expression, "You should believe it. Come here with the poor, and you will understand."

Qingxi hesitated for a while, clenched his sword tightly, nodded and replied: "Okay."

Jiang Ziya took the lead and walked outside, Qingxi followed behind him, keeping a distance.

"Qingxi—but do you have something to tell me?" Jiang Ziya turned around and saw Qingxi looking at him, hesitant to speak.

"Well," Qingxi said, "Actually—it's nothing."

Jiang Ziya paused for a moment with his hand stroking his beard, and said with a smile on his face, "If you have anything to say, Qingxi just say it."

"Oh." Qingxi said expressionlessly: "Your Excellency's belt seems to be open."

Jiang Ziya quickly looked down at his belt, feeling his old face flushed, and said, "Go ahead first, Qingxi can come slowly." Then he disappeared, leaving only Qingxi standing alone. There.

Qing Xi held her Flowing Sword, stood there not knowing where to go, and felt a little pitiful looking at it for no reason.

"Who are you?" A handsome Taoist robed man with a height of nine feet and a fat jade face came over. He looked at the boy in front of him and felt unfamiliar, so he stepped forward and asked.

Qingxi blinked her eyes and did not speak.

"What's going on? Could it be that he's a mute?" The man frowned slightly, and then said to Qingxi with a smile on his face, "My name is Huang Tianhua."

"I'm not dumb." Qingxi said, he imitated Huang Tianhua's tone and said: "My name is Xie Qingxi."

Qingxi said with a serious face, but he didn't know how cute his appearance was in Huang Tianhua's eyes. Huang Tianhua resisted the desire to rub the boy's hair in front of him, and asked, "Where did Qingxi come from? Where is he here?" What's the matter?"

"A Taoist priest with a white beard led me there, and then he left." Qingxi's eyes flashed doubts, obviously he still didn't understand why Jiang Ziya would leave—the belt was open, just put it on.

"White-bearded priest?" Huang Tianhua thought for a while, there are not many white-bearded priests in this camp...

"Where is Qingxi's master?" Huang Tianhua asked again, he didn't remember any senior uncle who had an interesting apprentice of his age, and seeing Qingxi's attire, he didn't look like a casual cultivator without a master.

Qingxi's fingers moved, he glanced at the Taoist robe on his body, opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Huang Tianhua thought that there was some difficulty for him, quickly waved his hands and said: "If there is anything inconvenient to say, then just don't say it."

"No... I'm from Chunyang Palace. I don't know you, have you heard of it?" Qingxi said.

Huang Tianhua's eyebrows frowned, he followed his master Qingxu Daodezhenjun to practice immortality, but he had never heard of a place called Chunyang Palace.

"Forgive my ignorance, is this Chunyang Palace some powerful cave?" Huang Tianhua asked suspiciously.

Immediately in Qingxi's mind, the image of those brothers and sisters crowded together in a cave, and enshrining the statues of their ancestors and masters in the cave, immediately felt bad.

"Chunyang Palace is very big—it's not a cave." Qingxi looked up at Huang Tianhua and said in a word.

"..." Huang Tianhua thought for a while without knowing why, and finally realized what he meant.

"Hahaha, you kid is really interesting, even more interesting than Nezha, let's go, I think what you are looking for should be Uncle Ziya, I will take you to meet him." Huang Tianhua mentioned his Mo Xie sword He led Qingxi to the prime minister's camp.

"Why don't you leave?" Huang Tianhua asked seeing Qingxi still standing there unwilling to move.

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Minor repair~