3062: C3062 Who Knows If It's Real or Fake?

C3062 Who Knows If It's Real or Fake?

The ashes of the green bamboos, filled with longing and joy, vanished. However, he didn't know that Jiang Ting had never fallen in love with him.

However, whether it was true or false, whether it was true or false, who could say it clearly, and who could see through it?

When Green Bamboo died, all she saw was Jiang Ting's trust in her, and only Jiang Ting's gentle appearance in the past. How could that be false to her?

It was just like right and evil, and also right and wrong.

In this world, there had never been so-called right and evil, and it was even more so from right and wrong that it did not matter.

Everything was just a division of people. What existed was only the standpoint.

True feelings and hypocrisy, who could say clearly?

After a long silence, Jiang Ting sighed lightly. "Sigh. . . "

Unfortunately. . . If Green Bamboo wasn't an undercover agent, it wouldn't be difficult for him to save her.

However, since she was sent by the Black Feather Pavilion, after she left the Herb Grafting Valley, if she was alive, she would undoubtedly die. She would also suffer an unknown amount of torture.

She was destined to die. At this moment, she was going to die with joy. It was not necessarily not a kind of happiness.

Ignorance was also a kind of luck.

"Rustle, rustle, rustle. . . " The sound of the wind blowing and the grass rustling interrupted Jiang Ting's thoughts.

Looking up, Jiang Ting happened to see that Han Youqing and Han Youqing's men had unknowingly formed a circle around him.

The nostalgic feeling dissipated, and only peace was left in his heart. "You want to kill me?"

"Scale. "

As he spoke in a low voice, a disciple from the Black Feather Pavilion, who seemed to be from a small family, stepped forward. "You can't protect the Flood Dragon Scale. Hand it over, and we'll let you leave. "

The person who had spoken was the person who had previously concealed his identity and lied to Hua Ling. He had once changed his appearance to that of the so-called "Junior Sister Ning," the person who guarded the north gate.

"Whether or not I can be saved is not something you can say. "

After saying this, Jiang Ting played with the dragon scale. "Fellow Daoist Han, This is the upper and lower hierarchy of your Black Feather Pavilion? Even the dogs under your hands bark wildly. "

Han Youqing narrowed his eyes. He discovered that the current Jiang Ting was terrifyingly calm and wild.

After all, they were both at the ninth level of Qi Refining, yet they were still surrounded at such a close distance. A certain person was a dog. . . But he didn't know whether it was arrogance or arrogance.

The Autumn Water Pavilion disciple was furious. "You're courting death!"

Jiang Ting slowly shook his head. His eyes were filled with disdain. "The Autumn Water Pavilion failed this time. Your contribution is worthy of your reputation. Hua Ling will definitely kill you. I am too lazy to dirty my hands. "

Actually. . . If not for the fact that his Divine Sense had yet to recover, he would not have mocked him with words. Instead, he would have attacked directly and used some of his trump cards. It would not be difficult for him to kill a person in an instant with a sneak attack.

"It is indeed easy for him to kill you. Don't be noisy. "

With that, Han Youqing walked forward slowly and said softly, Han Youqing. " Although the sky is dark, a gentle breeze breezes past. Hundred trees form a forest, and the winding paths are sparsely populated. Such a scenery, why don't I accompany Fellow Daoist for a drink?"

As she walked forward, she took out a full set of wine tools and several jars of fine wine from somewhere.

Putting aside whether the wine jar would be beneficial to the Immortal Cultivators, at the very least, the fragrance was spreading. It was filled with the fragrance of flowers, the fragrance of bamboo, and the mellow fragrance of some kind of aromatic wood.

A lot of the fragrance spread out. The taste must be quite good.

"Apart from charming techniques, do you not know any other techniques?" Jiang Ting did not understand the slightest bit of style and sighed lightly.

The Black Dragon Spear silently left his body and stabbed into the ground in front of him.

At this moment, his Divine Sense was damaged. The child blades could only control eight at most. Comparing them, the Black Dragon Spear was still more powerful.

Holding the wine jar, Han Youqing used his magic power to control the many wine vessels to move forward. His footsteps paused.

Very soon, Han Youqing pursed her lips and smiled. "Falling into a warm and gentle place is better than being dismembered and dying in a disorderly manner. Fellow Daoist, do you think that makes sense?"

Jiang Ting held the spear in his right hand. "With just the four of them?"

However, he did not pull the Black Dragon Spear out of the ground. He only made the gesture of pulling it out.

"You!" The veins on the four disciples of the Black Feather Pavilion bulged. They were unable to contain their anger.

If Han Youqing wasn't here, they would have attacked instead of simply surrounding him.

Han Youqing's smile turned into a sorrowful one. "Fellow Daoist, why did you make it difficult for me?"

Jiang Ting raised his head to look at the scale in his hand. "This red. . . What is this green scale?"

It was originally a red scale, but after the blood sacrifice, it strangely turned green. There was no longer any red color, as if it had nothing to do with blood.

Han Youqing's gaze was firmly locked onto the scale: "A magical technique. Rumor has it that it's a supreme immortal technique. If you successfully cultivate it, you can be considered invincible at the same realm. "

For the sake of the scale in Jiang Ting's hand, both she and the flower bell had used all of their techniques.

However, she had never expected that Jiang Ting would be able to obtain it by accident.

"You know, that's not what I want to ask. I want to know how to read the spell recorded in it. "

After saying that, without waiting for Jiang Ting's reply, he waved his index finger and said, "Don't even think about threatening me. Firstly, you guys can't keep me here. Secondly, if you push me too hard, put this thing into my storage bag and destroy it. Let the so-called scales that record immortal techniques disappear. How difficult would that be?"

It wasn't because Han Youqing was magnanimous, nor was it because Han Youqing was willing to suppress Jiang Ting under his obvious arrogance. The others only surrounded and didn't attack. . . It was just like what Jiang Ting had said.

With those two factors, Han Youqing didn't dare to make a move at this moment. She only dared to use seduction to try and control Jiang Ting. As long as Jiang Ting's thought process was still there, she and the others wouldn't dare to make a move.

As for Jiang Ting, he could clearly see that this was the reason why he did not make any other moves other than taking out the Black Dragon Spear to deter others.

. . . "" After a moment of silence, Han Youqing, who had stopped walking, did not say a word.

Jiang Ting did not think much of it. " It was useless even if you did not say anything. If I can leave and return to the Purple Frost Sect, with the help of the sect, it won't be difficult for me to find out how to examine the scale. "

Han Youqing subconsciously retorted: "If that's the case, there won't be any benefits. Why should I tell you?"

Jiang Ting heard him and looked at him for a long time before saying, "Since it recorded spells, then why should I tell you? . . . Spells, there is no rule that only one person can cultivate them. "

"You are quite generous. " Han Youqing's expression became strange.

Jiang Ting was too lazy to explain. "How do you solve it?"

For the time being, his strength was not enough to kill Han Youqing. Since that was the case, he did not want to have too much conflict with Han Youqing, so as to avoid being targeted by the Black Feather Pavilion.

As for Green Bamboo's death. . . It was not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

When he had sufficient strength, he could just kill all the people related to him.

Perhaps it was because Green Bamboo had already turned into ashes, but Jiang Ting's emotions and mind. . . In this world, he had never been clearer than before. It was not that he had become smarter, nor that his subtlety had improved.

It was that he had lost some invisible constraints, as well as some of the worries he had in his life.2

Without any worries, when he was scheming, his mind would naturally become much colder and calmer. . . After all, he hadn't sealed his memories. He was not a teenager. Instead, he was the ultimate supreme being from his previous life, who held endless bloody corpses in his hands.

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