Chapter 17017 No matter how similar they are, they are not the real person

"Where are my people?" A clear female voice pierced through the clouds and questioned Wu Heng.

"You witch, are you trying to take Ah Huai away?!"

Before Wu Heng could say anything, Zhang Dufa behind him hurriedly took over the conversation.

Zhuang Rong'er just glanced at him and continued to stare at Wu Heng.

"I'll take you to find him. Don't glare at me yet." Wu Heng sighed helplessly, "Things are slightly different from what I imagined before, but it's not that I intentionally hold him back..."

"No, I don't agree!" Zhang Dufa shouted.

"What does it have to do with you?"

——This rebuttal did not come from Zhuang Rong'er, but from Jing Yimeng with a grim expression.

"You..." Zhang Dufa's eyes widened in anger, and he was speechless after being choked by his fellow disciple. He turned his head and was about to argue, but Jing Yimeng no longer looked at him. Instead, he said in a deep voice to Zhuang Rong'er, "Ah Huai, it's up to you to go or stay. We have no right to interfere. Valley Master, please follow me."

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As expected, the scene where Zhuang Rong'er caused a disturbance in Xiaoquan Peak and forcibly abducted Ah Huai who was still sparring on the stage did not happen.

They deliberately kept a low profile and blended in with the onlookers, not attracting much attention.

It was Ah Huai who suddenly stopped.

Everyone saw that the White Fox Swordsman, who had been at ease until then, suddenly became distracted and turned his head in a certain direction, thus allowing his opponent to catch him in a flaw.

The panting muscular swordsman was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and with a powerful blow, he cut the ordinary iron sword into two halves!

Those who had always suspected that the sword was something special only now realized that it was really just a piece of scrap metal.

"Brother Huai, you lose!" the swordsman exclaimed in ecstasy. The broken sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Ah Huai nodded slightly, picked up the sword, turned around and walked down the stage.

Many people's eyes were still on him, so they watched him walk towards a group of people at the back of the crowd.

"It's Elder Wu Heng, as well as Elders Jing Yimeng and Zhang Dufa! When did they come here, and why were they so quiet?"

"It seems the rumors about the two elders fighting over a disciple are true... I was confused before, but now I finally understand why they're fighting over an ordinary person without any spiritual power!"

"Ordinary people? Aren't we more ordinary?"

"...I want to know who that female monk next to me is. Why, why have I never seen her before?"

"Why, what do you want to do after finding out her name? Instead of focusing on cultivation, you're thinking about love affairs again?"

"Bullshit! I, I'm just curious. Such a beautiful fairy should be famous in Wujimen!"

"She doesn't look like someone from our Wuji Sect..."

"The bluebirds were chirping. Someone had clearly broken in earlier. Although it was quickly calmed down, could that person be this unfamiliar face of hers?"

"But several elders are with her... Wait, look over there!"

The scene that stunned all the cultivators was when the White Fox Swordsman walked up to the mysterious woman, and the other party reached out and straightened his collar with an indifferent expression. Although she was clearly looking up at people, there was a sense of scrutiny and oppression in her eyes.

Looking at the way the two interacted, it was intimate and natural, without even a word being exchanged. The woman turned and left, while the white fox swordsman, holding the broken handle, said something to several elders and followed.

She... who is she?

He came mysteriously and left quietly, as if he had taken away a well-behaved dog that had been fostered in their Wuji Sect...

"...What's going on?"

There was a lot of discussion around. Shu Qianhe stood on tiptoe and watched the two people leave, her face a little pale.

The other fellow disciples did not recognize the woman, but she remembered her face.

That is the master of Cuihuan Valley, Zhuang Ronger.

In her previous life, she had seen her when she was on a mission in Xingluo Sea.

But she behaved almost like a puppet at that time. If Shu Qianhe had not heard of her death, she would have suspected that the person being carried by Demon Lord Shui Jue was actually a corpse that was able to move due to some secret method.

Seeing him now, Shu Qianhe felt very complicated, because it was Shui Jue who went crazy for Zhuang Rong'er in his previous life, which indirectly caused her own death.

Now that Zhuang Rong'er can come to Wujimen so "freshly" and take Ah Huai away with the tacit consent of several elders, I wonder if this means that the dead end of Shu Qianhe's life has been broken?

But why?

Is it... also related to Changbao Club?

Perhaps her guess in her previous life was not wrong. Zhuang Rong'er also died in the Changbao Club, but the news was blocked.

Shui Jue, this pervert, turned people into puppets, and everything can be explained...

But, does she really have such great power? Just by spreading rumors to get Shui Wu to join the Chang Bao Club and attract Shui Jue to clean up the mess, can she change the outcome of so many things?

When she first decided to do this, she wasn't even sure if she could save Uncle Wuheng's life...

I always feel that things are not that simple...

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About ten feet away, Jing Yimeng also had a serious expression on his face.

Unlike Zhang Dufa, who looked melancholy, he didn't even get the last words from Ah Huai before he left, "Master Zhang Feng, thank you for taking me in during this time."

He thought that Ah Huai would not give up an opportunity to cultivate and become stronger. Even if Wu Heng said that the two of them had a deep connection, he would not go with Zhuang Rong'er - if he really looked that much like Jing Huai.

Jing Huai is a genius who is devoted to cultivation and has no other thoughts in his mind.

He believed that if the person standing here facing the choice today was really Jing Huai, he would never leave.

This discovery made him dazed and even more sad - he had clearly known for a long time that Jing Huai could not be reincarnated, let alone resurrected, right?

No matter how similar they are, they are not the real person.

In terms of appearance, they really look alike.

Jing Yimeng couldn't help but even guess that Jing Huai might also have a pair of eyes like Ah Huai.

Except for Jing Huai's master, his senior brother, and the former leader of Tianque Sect, Jing Yixu, who had passed away, none of them had ever seen Jing Huai without his eyes blindfolded.

His eye disease was a congenital disease. When he was brought to Tianque Sect by Jing Yixu as a child, he was already wearing a silk ribbon covering his face.

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Lost in memories, Jing Yimeng felt more depressed than usual.

Wu Heng ordered people to maintain order among the disciples. Seeing that the two elders on his left and right had unhappy expressions, he could only complain in his heart.

If he had known this earlier, he would have given up his desire to see good things happen and would not have let Ah Huai show up.

He could have placed the person at the foot of his own peak and hidden him until Zhuang Ronger came looking for him...

Looking at Zhuang Rong'er's attitude towards the other party as a "male concubine", I just hope that she won't think too much about it, and don't think that he is letting Ah Huai "show up" and thus "damaging his innocence", otherwise she will definitely take revenge on him, right?

Wu Heng shuddered silently.

I heard that in Cuihuan Valley, people use centipedes to make pills...

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On the other side, Zhuang Rong'er, who was maliciously speculated by Wu Heng, was indeed in a bad mood.

She said nothing, and Ah Huai just followed her quietly, without saying a word, like two mutes.

As for what happened ten days ago, no one asked and no one explained.

The scene she saw when she arrived at the ring kept repeating in Zhuang Rong'er's mind.

Ah Huai stood with a sword in his hand, and everyone cheered for him loudly. His opponent was in a very sorry state, while he was light and clean without attracting any dust.

...Is it really a good thing to have a stand-in that is too similar?

A hundred years ago, she had sneaked into the Tianque Sect's sect competition and witnessed a magic competition between young talents.

She seemed to have seen exactly the same scene before, standing far away at the outermost edge, listening to others talking about Jing Huai.

He said he had defended for fifteen games and his opponents couldn't even get close to him.

It was said that a certain elder who was not afraid of losing face also came out to challenge him, but was actually knocked away by him with his magic weapon.

It is said that he is definitely the best in the world.

But in the half of the game she saw, Jing Huai lost.

The opponent is Yu Huansheng, the son of Elder Changxiao.

During the battle with him, Jing Huai was strangely distracted for a moment. When he turned his head to look in a certain direction below the stage, Yu Huansheng, who had originally fallen, suddenly attacked him from the side and rear, and the tip of his sword cut off a strand of Jing Huai's hair.

Zhuang Rong'er, sitting in the audience, had no intention of lamenting the strand of hair, because for some unknown reason, the Ghost Lady's Five Poison Envoys had suddenly found her. She had originally concealed her aura very well, but the dark butterfly that landed on her shoulder would completely expose her -

As expected, Elder Chang Xiao suddenly became furious and shouted, "Who are you, youngster, to infiltrate our Tianque Sect?"

The next second, Zhuang Rong'er was hit by a heavy wave of energy in the heart. Blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. She fled in panic in the chaos, busy avoiding the disciples who were chasing her everywhere, and had no idea about the follow-up of the sect competition.

It is said that after Jing Huai suffered that move, he could not be considered a loser.

But he was proud and felt that he should not have made the mistake, so he took the initiative to walk off the stage.

Yu Huansheng won that competition.

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Later, there were rumors that there was a crazy woman in the world who, because she was greedy for beauty and wanted to see Yu Huansheng's grace, broke into Tianque Sect without permission and was seriously injured by Elder Changxiao with a palm, almost losing her life.

But in fact, Zhuang Rong'er came here just to complete the order of the Ghost Grandma and get the material for refining medicine, Qiansihong.

This is a snow flower that only grows in high and cold places, and there is a patch of it growing on the back mountain of Tianque Sect.

She successfully obtained Qiansihong, and if she wanted to leave Tianque Sect quickly, the competition arena at the main gate was the only way. Perhaps her only selfish desire was to stop and take a look at Jing Huai on the ring when she should have left.

The Ghost Lady released the Dark Butterfly to deliberately expose her information, which might be a warning to her, because if she was slow, she would have to suffer.

Elder Chang Xiao did not hold back his palm, and the poison planted by Ghost Grandma in her body was still active. Zhuang Rong'er was seriously injured and had to flee back to the dangerous and cold back mountain to avoid being hunted. When she fell in the snow, she really thought that she might die here.

The thousands of red threads in her arms were really dyed red. She took them out and held them in her hands, hoping that when the Ghost Lady came to collect her body, she would notice that she had actually completed her mission.

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When her stiff fingers were pried open and Qiansihong was taken away, Zhuang Ronger opened her eyes with difficulty, and what she saw was not the ghost lady who came to deal with her corpse, but Jing Huai.

"How are you?"

Hearing this question, she used her last bit of strength, neither shaking her head nor nodding, but gently raised her hand and waved it in front of Jing Huai's eyes.

"...I can see," Jing Huai said, and he seemed to sigh softly, "Thousand-thread red can no longer be used as medicine after it has come into contact with blood. I picked some more and wrapped it in this cloth."

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