Truth and Falsehood
Where did the accident happen?
Jiang Jingyuan remembered the illusion he had seen in the attic of the fairy mountain. Zhao Ningyu's strange appearance was most likely the flesh and blood of the immortals Feng Qingyi and Feng Jimian.
But why is it that Zhao Ningyu looks fine after eating the flesh and blood of the immortal, while Xu Xianlin has such a big reaction after eating it?
"Or was I wrong?" Jiang Jingyuan thought, "Zhao Ningyu's strange aura didn't actually come from the flesh and blood of an immortal?"
But Xu Xianlin shouldn't have such a big reaction!
This is almost fatal!
Jiang Jingyuan was shocked.
Xu Qinglin also frowned and thought.
At the bottom of the cliff, Xu Xianlin was crying and unconsciously calling out "Master's Wife".
Jiang Weiji couldn't help but reveal despair in his eyes, and he unconsciously murmured "Impossible".
Yu Linhuan, the Baizhetang people, and a few maids looked at each other, then glanced at the sky in confusion, at a loss for what to do. The Baizhetang people were in a state of panic. This was their employer! It wasn't that they didn't want to save him, but the people at Beigui Shuangque didn't care. How could they, a bunch of poor souls, save him?!
"Puff."
Suddenly someone laughed out loud.
Jiang Jingyuan instantly turned to look at the sound. A cloud of black mist had appeared not far away. As it dispersed, a familiar figure emerged.
Zhao Ningyu smiled and glanced at Jiang Jingyuan sideways, "You're okay." Then he looked at the people at the bottom of the cliff.
Jiang Weiji's eyes suddenly lost all despair, and he stared straight at him. However, after a moment, his eyes dimmed again.
——Zhao Ningyu was indeed dead, and the one who appeared here was just a ghost. In this way, the body that was just refined into the elixir was indeed Zhao Ningyu's body.
Neither this nor that, are they destined to have no chance of achieving immortality? ! !
"Just die peacefully. If she takes you back to Yuan Country, you can still be a ghost." Zhao Ningyu said with a smile, "Why do you keep biting me? Isn't this all your own fault?"
Being a ghost... Jiang Weiji's heart was beating fast, and he seemed to be laughing.
Is the statue attached to the shrine trapped?
It is not freedom after all.
"What's wrong with you?" a clear and cool voice suddenly asked.
Zhao Ningyu's smile faltered, and he turned uncertainly to look at the girl in white not far away. Seeing that she was indeed looking straight at him, Zhao Ningyu said, "???"
Zhao Ningyu's smile disappeared, and he said coldly: "Your self-control needs to be improved."
Jiang Jingyuan: "?"
"I'm asking what's wrong with you." Jiang Jingyuan said, then paused for a moment before realizing something. He frowned and said, "I mean, what do you have... her!"
Jiang Jingyuan couldn't explain clearly, so he raised his hand and pointed at Xu Xianlin who was in the center of the altar at the bottom of the cliff.
At the center of the altar, Xu Xianlin seemed to understand something completely, her heart broken and she stopped calling out. Around her, a pile of porcelain elixirs and magical instruments lay scattered on the ground. With trembling hands, she reached for the porcelain bottle, but hesitated.
She fell to the ground, her eyes darkened and then gradually turned to gilded, and then gradually turned to deep black again after being gilded to the extreme. Her expression was numb, and she didn't even know whether she should try to suppress it or resist it.
Xu Qinglin appeared beside Jiang Jingyuan without knowing when, and looked at Xu Xianlin thoughtfully. Jiang Jingyuan withdrew his gaze and looked at Zhao Ningyu who was not far away.
Zhao Ningyu's face showed a mocking expression. He glanced around at them and said, "You guys don't even know what the effect will be. It's fine if you're fighting over it, but you actually dare to use it?"
Who could have expected that something that looked fine to others would turn out to be poison after being refined into a pill... Everyone's eyes were complicated.
"So what's wrong with you?" Jiang Weiji's face was gloomy and ugly.
Isn’t that the problem? Everyone nodded in agreement.
There was nothing to hide at this point. Zhao Ningyu said expressionlessly, "What's wrong?", raised a mocking smile, and said:
"That's the problem, the problem of mortals! If mortals dare to covet the power of immortals, they should also consider whether they can bear it!!"
The smile on his face gradually twisted and became ferocious, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness, and he finally couldn't help but say "Why!"
Anger, hatred, and unwillingness will eventually turn into a handful of yellow earth. In an instant, his eyes were filled with despair and he fell silent.
"Then why are you okay?" Xu Qinglin asked.
Zhao Ningyu slowly raised his head upon hearing this, then turned to look at Jiang Weiji at the bottom of the cliff. He twitched the corners of his mouth as if to reveal a mocking smile, then weakly let it fall flat and said, "Blood Seal."
"You...!" Jiang Weiji opened his eyes, instantly filled with anger, and suddenly leaned over and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Zhao Ningyu pouted and said, "But the Blood Seal is not mine. And even if the Blood Seal is suppressing you, it wouldn't be easy, right, Jiang Weiji?"
Jiang Weiji raised his head and stared coldly at him. He had been sleeping in the underground palace for almost three hundred years, how could he be in good condition? He had thought that the injuries he suffered in the aftermath of the attack on the immortal mountain were too severe and had not healed for a long time. It turned out that this person was behind this!
Zhao Ningyu didn't know whether he was desperate or calm, but he said "Hey" in a surprisingly calm voice, "Don't blame me. It was indeed the Immortal Mountain's fault. Besides, it was you who kept chasing me and hacking at me later, as if you didn't understand a word."
"If it's not the blood seal, then what do you rely on?" Jiang Jingyuan interrupted them.
Zhao Ningyu looked at her, his eyes a little dazed, as if recalling something. "The suppression of the blood seal, my Zhao ancestors, and the secret techniques are all of little effect. It's a waste of suffering for me to stay in this body, so I just peeled it off. Otherwise, I wouldn't have sacrificed myself for a little incense..."
Having said that, he suddenly stopped talking and his face looked grim.
However, Jiang Jingyuan surprisingly didn't take advantage of this to say anything sarcastic. He said calmly, "I understand," and said to the person next to him, "Xu Qinglin, let's go to the bottom of the cliff."
Xu Qinglin was stunned for a moment, then instantly teleported her to the altar at the bottom of the cliff.
Jiang Jingyuan stood still, looking at Xu Xianlin at the center of the altar. He had no intention of moving forward, but simply said to Xu Qinglin, "Xu Qinglin, pull her soul out."
Xu Qinglin flashed and appeared beside Xu Xianlin in an instant, reaching out to grab him.
"roll!!"
Xu Xianlin suddenly slapped her hand away, raised his head suddenly, and his flickering eyes were filled with hot tears and blood.
Her facial features were distorted and twisted, and it was unclear whether she was angry or desperate. She cried and screamed, "Get out! Get out!!"
"You can't use this body now, so why hold on to it? You might as well stay in Xu Qinglin's magic weapon killing realm for a while." Jiang Jingyuan said.
Xu Xianlin hesitated for a moment, and Xu Qinglin suddenly reached out to her forehead, quickly pulling out a streak of light. With his other hand, he pulled the gray-white mist slowly swirling around him to wrap up the streak of light, and then patted it with his backhand like a ball.
"Bang!"
After all these actions took place in an instant, the figure in the white and blue veil at the center of the altar fell completely to the ground, motionless.
Xu Qinglin stared at the figure on the ground and pondered, "What... should I do?"
"Can you make pills?" Jiang Jingyuan walked up and asked.
Xu Qinglin opened his eyes wide instantly, turned his head to look at her, his face full of astonishment.
The people outside the altar were also stunned, their minds a little confused for a moment. She had seen how Xu Xianlin looked just now, so why did she want to... follow Xu Xianlin's old path now?
Jiang Weiji was silent for a moment, but still said, "You still have time."
——Unlike them, if there is no turning point, then they will die. Not to mention a year, they will have a hard time even half a year.
Jiang Jingyuan still has a lot of time, all kinds of secret techniques, secret arts and secret treasures. As long as there is someone in the world who possesses them, as long as she wants, there are many people who will send them to get them for her. She can live on and continue to search for the method of immortality, and then... return to the afterlife and go to a farther place.
Jiang Jingyuan had a blank expression on her face, subconsciously not wanting to explain anything. But then she remembered that Jiang Weiji had at least kindly reminded her, so she turned to look at him and said seriously, "I understand."
Jiang Weiji was startled, then saw that the girl in white had already turned her head back. "Should I insist on this..." Jiang Weiji thought to himself, "Is it necessary?"
Xu Qinglin took a deep look at the girl in front of him and smiled softly, "I'll make the elixir for you."
After saying that, she poked the ball next to her that was tightly wrapped in clouds and mist and said, "Xu Xianlin, the alchemy furnace."
The thing whose specific appearance could not be seen let out a cold snort.
The next moment, a strong wind blew at the bottom of the cliff, and the clouds and fog in the high altitude scattered. A huge black shadow emerged from the air and suddenly fell down. With a loud "bang", the earth shook and thick fog surged.
Thick white smoke dissipated, and the gray-white altar, which had already collapsed for the most part, was completely blown into countless large and small pieces of rubble. Among them, a bronze and golden alchemy furnace as tall as a hill stood tall.
Xu Qinglin raised his hand, and the alchemy furnace opened and closed. The white and blue figure fell into the furnace like a stream of light, with a muffled "bang" sound.
The blazing fire swayed wildly, and the swirling breeze was tinged with heat. Xu Qinglin stared at the alchemy furnace in front of him with a serious and focused expression, and slowly and steadily formed seals with his hands.
The scorching wind blew, burning their faces, their black hair and robes fluttered, and ash and black embers flew around them. However, everyone didn't care at all, and all stared at the direction of the huge alchemy furnace without blinking.
The fire was raging, but gradually it subsided and became steady and...
“Hmph!”
The raging fire subsided, and the bronze and golden cauldron vibrated and hummed slightly.
Xu Qinglin's movements grew slower and slower, gradually settling into a steady rhythm. The bronze-gold cauldron opened and closed, and out flew a bright red-purple round pill, almost identical to the previous one, hovering above Xu Qinglin's palm.
Xu Qinglin held the round pill, turned around and looked at the girl in white, then walked towards her step by step.
Jiang Jingyuan's heartbeat couldn't help but quicken and quicken, with "bang bang bang" sounds exploding in his ears.
Jiang Jingyuan stretched out his hands, took the bright purple round pill, pursed his slightly open lips, his eyes bright and energetic.
"Jiang Jingyuan."
Jiang Weiji, who was not far behind, couldn't help but shout again.
Jiang Weiji's brows were gloomy, and he hesitated for a while before he could only say: "You have to think it over carefully..."
On the other side, Yu Linhuan opened his mouth, wanting to dissuade someone, but he didn't seem to have the right identity or position to do so.
High up, Zhao Ningyu pondered and said, "In that case, the situation is reversed. It's Jiang Weiji who is willing to risk his life to bring you back to Yuan Country..."
Jiang Weiji immediately glanced at him coldly, "At least not like some, ghosts, homeless."
Zhao Ningyu's expression was distorted: "!!!"
Nearby, a group of people wrapped in gray and white mist moved to Xu Qinglin's side in an obviously hesitant manner, jumped up and hit Xu Qinglin's back twice.
Xu Qinglin stumbled forward two steps after being knocked by her, feeling somewhat helpless. Then, he smiled faintly, looked at Jiang Jingyuan in front of him with a firm and trusting look, and said:
"Jiang Jingyuan, as long as you think it through, everything will be fine."
Jiang Jingyuan couldn't help but curl his lips, his eyes curved, and he said, "Hmm,"
"I see."
Always knew.
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