newbobooks Chapter 374 Of course it’s all fake
Chapter 374 Of course it’s all fake
Gu Anan's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she once again confirmed Jiang Liqian's "tall" image in her heart.
The three of them were so engrossed in collecting water from the spiritual spring that no one noticed the medicinal vine that was secretly crawling out of the grass. By the time they realized something was wrong, they had already been attacked by it and all fell into the spiritual spring.
The moment someone fell in, the spring water suddenly became extremely turbulent. Before Jiang Liqian and the other two could even struggle, they were washed away by the spring water.
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After killing the last red flame rat with one sword, Jiang Junze picked up the five-spirit seven-colored flower from the cliff and turned over to the ground.
"Is this what you want?" Jiang Junze threw it to Xiong Ling under the tree, grabbed the sword, turned around and was about to leave.
Xuan Ling played with the five-spirit and seven-colored flower he gave her. There was a mixture of light and shadow in her eyes, and her expression was indistinct.
Just as Jiang Junze was about to leave his sight, he suddenly asked out of nowhere, "In front of the Ten Thousand Demons Valley, on the rugged mountain, you didn't want to kill her, did you?"
Jiang Junze paused, frowned, and turned to look over. In his eyes, there was nothing but coldness and impatience that he tried hard to conceal: "What are you talking about? Who are you going to kill? Are you going to the Ten Thousand Demon Valley?"
Xuan Ling narrowed his eyes and a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"It turns out that not all the people who forced her to death have returned..."
Jiang Junze's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he approached Xiong Ling without disguising himself. His gaze was heavy and full of pressure: "If you have something to say, just say it. I don't like to listen to specious nonsense.
"But if you want to learn a lesson, I don't mind taking action on behalf of the Discipline Hall."
Xiong Ling remained silent, his expression cold and he didn't even hold back his sarcasm.
Jiang Junze felt inexplicably irritated. He obviously shouldn't bother with a junior fellow student he wasn't familiar with, but he felt that his sarcasm was extremely irritating, as if he had done something shameful.
Although he is a man of few words, he has always acted in an upright manner and never lived up to the reputation of a disciple of the Tiangan Sect. What does it mean that he looks at him like this?
Just when Jiang Junze couldn't stand it anymore and was about to walk towards him, Xiong Ling suddenly lost all expression on his face and turned away.
Before leaving, he respectfully bowed to Jiang Junze and thanked him for helping him get the Five Spirits Colorful Flower.
Jiang Junze was in a dilemma as to whether to be angry or not. He felt like he was being fooled.
But he didn't stay there long.
The purpose of his journey was to search for a legendary artifact sealed within the Secret Scroll of Mountains and Seas. It was said that this artifact, absorbing the spiritual energy of myriad thunders and emitting the auspicious aura of the earth, could help cultivators with thunder spiritual roots rapidly improve their cultivation.
He wanted to find this artifact and give it to his younger sister. As a brother, he had been absent from her life for so long, and he wanted to make up for it as much as possible.
At least, she was still willing to call him brother.
Meeting Xiong Ling was purely accidental. Seeing that he was trying to fight the Red Flame Rat and protect the Five Spirits and Seven-Colored Flowers from being damaged, he came to his aid out of friendship as a fellow disciple.
He took out a compass that could sense the strength of thunder spiritual power and continued to search for the artifact.
But this time, he hadn't walked for long before the ground suddenly cracked. He reacted extremely quickly and flew up on his sword, but a powerful suction force still sucked him down unexpectedly.
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"Stop picking them up! You've picked so many Ganoderma lucidum mushrooms. How many soups can you make with them?" Zhong Nanchu stroked his forehead.
He and Meng Jiuan were both in the Qi Refining Realm, and their cultivation was too weak. If they wanted to break through the Secret Scroll of Mountains and Seas, it would be best for them to travel together so that they could still fight when facing more powerful monsters. Who would have thought that Meng Jiuan was really worthy of being the proud disciple of Taotie Peak. Along the way, he picked up monster meat, monster bird bones, spiritual flowers and herbs, as long as they could be made delicious. For this purpose, he even accidentally took the egg of a fifth-level monster snake.
They were chased by the demon snake for hundreds of miles before it let them go.
Meng Jiuan still felt that it was not enough, and reluctantly left this mushroom field.
"Brother Zhong, come to Taotie Peak and I'll let you taste my cooking skills!"
Zhong Nanchu looked at Meng Jiuan and sighed deeply.
"You're really carefree. All you have to think about is how to eat..."
Meng Jiuan took out a bag of snacks from his Qiankun bag and handed it to Zhong Nanchu. He ate and shook his head: "How can I be carefree? I have been thinking hard about something for a long time."
Zhong Nanchu glanced at the snacks in his hand, and seeing Meng Jiuan eating them with such relish, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva. While walking outside the mushroom field, he also tried it like him - well, not bad, the craftsmanship of the people from Taotie Peak is really good, even a young disciple who has just started can make such delicious food.
"You..." He chewed the snack in his mouth vigorously twice, with a look of disbelief on his face, "Are you still worried about something?"
Meng Jiuan nodded.
Zhong Nanchu was curious: "What's the matter? Tell me and I'll help you with some advice."
"It's about Senior Sister Jiang."
Zhong Nanchu was stunned: "Jiang Liqian?"
"Yes," Meng Jiuan stopped picking up the snacks and stared at the stone under his feet with a blank look in his eyes. "I don't know why, but every time I see Senior Sister Jiang, I feel a strong sense of admiration from the bottom of my heart."
"It's nothing. Junior Sister Jiang is very capable. It's normal for her to be admired by all the disciples in the sect."
Meng Jiuan shook his head, his voice lowered, and he muttered to himself, as if he was talking to himself, but also as if he wanted Zhong Nanchu to give him an answer: "But at the same time, I will feel an irrepressible hatred. I hate her, I hate her so much!
"I hate her as much as I respect her. No, I hate her twice as much."
Meng Jiuan raised his head and asked Zhong Nanchu cautiously: "Brother Zhong, did you see anything in the Heart Comb? The scenes in the Heart Comb are all fake, right?"
It must all be fake, otherwise...how could he see Senior Sister Jiang standing at the door of his house holding a bloody sword, with bright red blood gushing out from the crack of the door...
He had no such memory at all. He hadn't had much contact with Senior Sister Jiang, and from the first time they met, he had felt that Senior Sister Jiang was very kind. How could it be possible—even if it was an illusion, how could he see such a scene?!
He was so frightened that he couldn't sleep for several nights, and couldn't concentrate on meditating and practicing.
Zhong Nanchu never expected that Meng Jiuan would say such contradictory words, and his words didn't even have any basis, it was just a feeling without any reason.
As for the heart comb... he didn't know whether it was true or false, he only saw in it the path he must firmly take.
And he firmly believed that he would find the answers he wanted to know.
He will find traces of that person.
But seeing Meng Jiuan's expression that looked like he was about to cry, he sighed again and chose to make up a white lie to comfort him: "It's just an illusion, of course it's all fake."