Hu Qing lifted him up and asked, face to face: "You want to cross the river?"
The child nodded, threw his body, and was immediately hugged again.
Hu Qing changed the carry to a hug, hugging him with one arm and wiping the water and mud off his little face with the other hand. He was fair and soft, and his eyes were clear in black and white. He looked like a smart and restrained good boy. Tsk, he was burned in his last life.
More than anything, I have been cast into a good family in this life. But I am not very peaceful.
She held him and stood on the water, and the river water did not wet her shoes.
Hu Qing asked him quietly: "Do you want to stay here, or should I take you to a place you have never been to?"
The spiritual consciousness penetrated, but unfortunately, the old Taoist priest has no spiritual roots in this life.
Xiao'er spoke, his tone was soft but firm: "I won't leave, I want to protect my people."
Yes, his people. When they escaped from the capital, the emperor father gave him a will, and he was the future emperor. The emperor father was weak, and perhaps at this moment -
Hu Qing hugged him and flew up directly, landing in front of the soldiers on the other side.
With a bang, the wolf guards all knelt down, and the general on the horse also knelt down on one knee.
Regardless of who they were kneeling on, Hu Qing took out his purse, took out the spiritual stone inside, put his hands together, rounded the corners of the spiritual stone, drilled a hole, put on a rope twisted from silk, and gave it to Xiao'er
Hang in the neck.
The child held the spirit stone in his hands. In his eyes, it was an excellent jade tablet.
"I know this word, it is: Tao."
Hu Qing smiled and rubbed his head: "You helped me in my previous life, so I will help you in this life. You are a very good person, and I believe you can benefit all people."
The child looked at her steadily, his eyes showing the softness unique to children, but also an extraordinary firmness.
Hu Qing thought, God loves all things, how can a person with great love be willing to go to a place like the world of cultivation to pursue strength? Mortals deserve better.
At this moment, something in my heart felt loose and rushing away.
Hu Qing smiled at the child, and she flew up in front of everyone.
The child looked at her, holding the jade plaque in both hands, and the thought in his mind became clearer: bless all people.
Hu Qing wanted to leave directly, but suddenly she felt a sight that was too strong to ignore. She stopped in the air and turned around, lowering her eyes.
On the other side of the river, there were very few living people. There were corpses on the ground. One of the nearly dead bodies burst out with a strong will to live. His face was covered in blood, and his eyes were staring at her, longing.
Hu Qing paused, released his spiritual power, grabbed the man and left quickly.
No longer seeing the immortal figure, the general handed over his hand to the child: "Prince."
In his heart, he said to the emperor, the one in the capital can only live a few days, this world belongs to this kid. This kid has the guidance of an immortal.
My heart is on fire.
The child nodded to him, turned around and looked at the other side of the river. His small body looked like a green pine tree.
The general raised his hand, and swish, swish, the soldiers rushed across the river in an instant, killed all the assassins, and brought back their own people and corpses.
The woman was carried over, full of hope and surprise, the immortals came to her rescue, God bless my son, God bless my son.
Hu Qing and the man used a blindfold to stop directly on the flat ground on the mountainside next to him. He could see the soldiers dealing with the scene below.
"You were seriously injured, affecting your heart and lungs. This injury cannot be cured by the medical level here."
The half-grown boy was covered in blood, with no fewer than ten wounds on his body. One stab in the chest injured his heart and lungs, two stabs in the back from the shoulder to the waist, as well as arrow wounds and other injuries. He was still alive at the moment, and his vitality was really strong.
If there was a hospital, if there were modern medical conditions - or if she brought some elixirs that were only available to mortals in the city - she didn't bring them. What did she bring with her if she couldn't use them?
The young man's desire for life made his eyes astonishingly bright.
Hu Qing paused, and his spiritual consciousness penetrated the young man's Dantian.
The young man is a warrior. There is inner energy and... a sense of energy in his Dantian. The faint golden veins are looming. He has spiritual roots.
Hu Qing took a rejuvenation pill and said, "You are lucky enough to meet me."
Cut off half of it and stuff it into his mouth, grind the other half into powder, and sprinkle it with other hemostatic powder on his wounds.
Spiritual energy surged into his body, and the process of repairing the wound was both comfortable and sore, which was more unbearable than the pain. The young man gritted his teeth and said nothing.
The moon was high in the sky, and Hu Qing watched indifferently as the spirit stone in the arms of the young man who was crossing his legs and adjusting his breath turned gray.
Oh, the air has been introduced into the body.
The young man had his own way of healing injuries and regulating his breathing, which is what warriors in the mortal world use. As soon as he could move, he sat up and did his exercises. As a result, by some strange combination of circumstances, he introduced Qi into his body.
The spiritual energy here was thin, and the little spiritual power left for healing was not enough. Hu Qing put a low-grade spiritual stone into his arms and directed the spiritual power into his meridians.
As a result, people introduced Qi into their bodies without any guidance.
Hey, comparing people to each other makes people angry.
The boy who had come back to life knelt down to Hu Qing and was grabbed by her: "No, I don't care about this. What are your plans next?"
The young man's thoughts: "My benefactor saved Xuan Jia's life. Xuan Jia should repay his benefactor like a cow or a horse."
Hu Qing thought, why don't you pledge yourself to me? I'm not old either.
Throw in a cleansing spell.
Xuan Jia didn't move. He felt a lightness on his body and saw that his dirty hands were all white, so clean.
Hu Qing looked at the little face, well, people with spiritual roots are pretty good-looking.
She said: "I come from the world of cultivation, and you can be considered a monk now. I can take you there. You have good spiritual roots, so you should be able to find a good disciple."
Xuan Jia was not happy: "My benefactor doesn't want to keep Xuan Jia? Xuan Jia is very capable——"
Hu Qing raised his palm to interrupt: "Your name is Xuan Jia? Is it your name or code name?"
Don't talk like that. Her silly daughter doesn't have to call herself to talk anymore. You are already an adult.
Xuan Jia was stunned: "Xuan Jia——is my code name."
The word "I" was awkward in his mouth, as if he had never said it before. But when he said it for the first time, it became smoother the next time he said it.
"I am the secret guard, Tiandi Xuanhuang. Tianzihao is responsible for assassinations, and Dizihao is responsible for news. Xuanhuang is the successor of Tiandizihao. I rank first among Xuanzihao, so I am called Xuanjia."
He paused: "None of the secret guards have family members. I don't know who I am. Please give me a name from my benefactor."
Hu Qing waved his hand: "Don't worry, when you become a disciple, your master will give you a name and a Taoist title."
She said: "When you embark on the path of cultivation, you have to make a clean break with the past. Think about it carefully. Do you want to follow me? The world of cultivation is very cruel."
Xuan Jia said: "Is it more cruel than being a secret guard?"
Hu Qing was speechless. This was a child living in darkness. Maybe the world of cultivation was better than here. In the world of cultivation, at least he would have freedom.
"Okay, you come with me. I know a big celestial sect that is recruiting disciples. This sect is very good."
Xuan Jia hesitated: "Benefactor, can't I follow you?"
Subconsciously, Hu Qing had only one thought in his mind: No, there is no need to open another mouth!
She said: "I am a casual cultivator. It takes a lot of spiritual stones to practice, as you will know later. You will waste your good qualifications by following me. Don't worry, I didn't lie to you. If I did, you will lie to me again in the future."
After saying that, she laughed, feeling how funny she was.
