You transmigrated to a world filled with feudal lords, becoming a hostage prince in an enemy nation. Please choose one of the following methods to escape:
A: Study diligently, cultivate noble...
Ying Wuji: “…”
But let me be honest.
He felt that what Taoist Qingxu said made sense. This ability to easily copy a person's soul was too abnormal. If it weren't for the fact that the intensity of use was limited by Jiang Leqing's own strength, and the side effect of coma was too obvious.
And Jiang Leqing's embarrassing position in Qi State.
I'm afraid her influence has already spread like a plague.
Ying Wuji thought for a moment and asked, "If I meet her again next time, will I have any chance to fight back?"
Taoist Qingxu raised his eyelids and said, "Just now you said that when you pulled the person in the mirror out, he looked like a woman?"
Ying Wuji nodded: "Yes!"
Taoist Qingxu asked back: "Then who do you think this woman is?"
"Of course it's Jiang Leqing!"
"If this is considered a copying process, then what is the girl from the Jiang family?"
"canvas?"
"So what stage have you reached now?"
Taoist Master Qingxu patiently and kindly guides us.
Ying Wuji suddenly realized: "Then I seem to understand, at first she tried to extract my emotions through memories, and these emotions were the paint, and then the image in the mirror was created from nothing, and the skeleton was copied.
But because there is no emotion.
So this canvas is just a facade. Although it looks like me, it has form but no spirit. Its essence is still Jiang Leqing.
Even if she dragged me in, she couldn't easily impersonate me, and to impersonate me she would have to give up her own body.
But that’s not right!
Whether it is to avoid emotional extraction or not being pulled into the mirror, absolute strength is still needed to suppress it.
Father!
The baby you lent me.
I'm afraid I can't give it back to you for the time being."
Zhao Ji waved his hand impatiently: "Hold it, hold it, wait until the fragments in the mirror in your head disappear!"
"Why!"
Ying Wuji smiled and nodded.
The few of them discussed it again and decided that there was nothing else to discuss.
He then stood up and said, "Thank you Taoist priest for treating me today. I used to think that you were not a good person, but now it seems that I have wronged you. I would like to apologize to you here!"
Taoist Qingxu's face froze: "If you can't speak, don't speak!"
Ying Wuji smiled and bowed to Zhao Ji: "Father! I will take my leave now!"
Zhao Ji nodded: "Well! Go ahead!"
Ying Wuji glanced at Han Juan and said, "Brother Jianling! Come home!"
"Brother Ying, please wait a moment!"
Han Juan turned around and wanted to pull Taoist Qingxu aside, but because he had no body, he couldn't pull him aside after a long time.
Fortunately, Taoist Qingxu has good eyesight, otherwise we would probably have to fight for another round.
The master and the disciple ran to the side and used a soundproofing device.
Han Juan asked in a low voice: "Master! Did you place a bet yesterday?"
Taoist Qingxu asked back: "What are you betting on?"
Han Juan: “…”
After all, they were master and disciple, and he didn't really want his master to be scolded by his master's uncle.
He knew how cruel the master's training was.
So he has been observing the battle situation on the field these days and made many accurate predictions, at least all his predictions today were correct.
Ying Wuji would also be pulled closer to the illusion, but the one who would flee would definitely be Jiang Leqing, because he always felt that Ying Wuji's mental strength was not weaker than his own.
Tian Boguang is also a two-handed swordsman who is sure to win against the State of Yan. Although his performance today was a bit miserable, the result was not much different.
I originally thought that I could help my master earn a lot of money.
Unexpectedly, the master did not bet on the game that was sure to win.
Taoist Qingxu sneered: "Otherwise, your master would say that you don't understand gambling at all. Do you really think that others can't see what you can see?
There are more experts participating in the gambling this time, and they have analyzed everything to the point of being completely exhausted. Even if they can guess correctly, the odds simply cannot keep up.
Even if you win these bets, you don't feel any sense of accomplishment.
What’s the difference between winning such a small amount of money and begging?
Want to gamble.
Just bet on the ones where the odds are more than twenty to one.
Just wait!
When Ying Wuji finally faces Ying Wuque, I will use Ying Wuji's swordsmanship to win."
Han Juan: “…”
For a moment, he actually felt a little ashamed.
It turns out that I neither understand gambling nor my master.
The master only wants to gamble and doesn't want food.
have no choice.
I had to say goodbye.
Wait until the group leaves.
Mi Xingli also bowed and said goodbye.
Zhao Ji turned and looked at Zhao Ning: "You will face Mi Xingli tomorrow. Are you confident?"
Zhao Ning's expression was slightly solemn: "I think her swordsmanship is quite good, but it can only be said to be quite good. She has not revealed the embryonic form of her magical power, and I have not revealed the body of Emperor Zhuanxu. I am 70% sure that I can win!"
Zhao Ji nodded slightly: "It's good to be confident, but don't underestimate the enemy! Although Mi Xingli and Ying Wuque have not exerted their true strength, their attack habits have been recorded by Eunuch Cao.
Eunuch Cao will train you for the next two days.
In the last two battles, we must succeed, not fail!"
Zhao Ning nodded: "Yes!"
Outside the palace.
Xiang Ding saw Mi Xingli coming out and quickly came over to her: "Young lady! How is it?"
Mi Xingli shook her head: "There is still no solution, but the little butt of the Jiang family should not have given up yet. Ying Wuji is not the kind of person who is easy to mess with. Maybe there is still a chance!"
"That's good!"
Xiang Ding nodded, but he was obviously more concerned about another thing: "Then how confident are you tomorrow?"
He was indeed defeated by Zhao Ning last time.
But what he admired was Zhao Ning's strength, not the result of the game.
My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It’s even more exciting later!