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Chapter 3

The boulder fell to the ground.It should have stood on a long step, but today, there is only soil covered with fallen leaves.

Jisha Sword: "Do you want revenge?"

Jing Yingrong shook her head.

"Do not."

"Why? Are you not angry?"

"not angry."

Jishajian paused, and said unwillingly: "I can help you find the other side's mountain gate."

Jing Yingrong walked forward slowly and said, "You want to kill someone."

"I'm getting rusty." Jian said dissatisfied.

Jing Yingrong: "Grind it."

sword:"……"

Jing Yingrong suddenly stood still.

She looked at her feet, and there was a piece of broken metal on the toe, half inserted in the soil, which seemed to be a part of some kind of man-made artifact.

The surface of the metal fragments is dull, covered with dirt, and dirty, which makes people unable to bear the desire to pick them up.

Jian: "What?"

Jing Yingrong: "Clock."

"bell?"

"The morning bell in the disciple's room."

"Disciple room?" Ji Shajian thought of something, "Where did Li Chengkong live?"

Li Chengkong is the real name of Kongji Daoist.

Jing Yingrong: "Well, I've lived here for ten years."

"You know this as well?"

"Yes. He refined me in the third year."

"What was his cultivation level at that time?"

"Foundation early stage."

"In the early stage of foundation establishment... what grade were you at that time?"

"A low-grade mortal weapon."

"Inferior mortal weapon?!"

Intense emotional fluctuations came from the sword body, "Can a low-grade mortal weapon give birth to a weapon spirit?!"

Jing Yingrong said: "I can't."

"then you……"

"I can see through his experiences, so I remember things before his spiritual awareness was opened."

Jishajian let out a soft click.

Jing Yingrong: "He joined the Danhua sect at the age of seven, and when he left, his cultivation was at the foundation establishment Dzogchen."

"He has no nostalgia for Dan Huazong."

Jian: "Is he doing well?"

Jing Yingrong: "He is often unhappy."

During the conversation, she came to the location of the main peak hall of Dan Huazong.

It is not much different from other places, except that there are more fragments of buildings and utensils exposed on the surface.

Surprisingly, there are others here.

Two men, one tall and one short, squatted together, digging in the dirt.They wore similar uniforms, hair crowns, belts and shoes in the same set.

Jisha Sword: "What are they doing?"

Jing Yingrong: "I don't know."

Ji Sha Sword: "Go and ask."

Jing Yingrong stepped forward.The two men turned their backs to her, unaware of her approach.

"What are you guys doing?" Jing Yingrong asked.

The two were startled, and jumped up with strange screams, and hurriedly pulled out the swords at their waists, the taller one accidentally dropped the sword on the ground.

"Who's here!" the short man asked loudly, with an air of sternness.

When he saw Jing Yingrong's face clearly, his eyes straightened as if he had lost his soul.

The tall man picked up the saber, he looked at Jing Yingrong, and his tongue couldn't help but knotted: "Hey, hey! You're in the wilderness, what are you doing, girl, why are you here alone?"

The short man came back to his senses, smiled all over his face, and said, "Girl, are you here to dig treasures too? It's very dangerous here, why don't you follow us, we two brothers will protect you."

The two looked at each other and smiled maliciously at each other.

Jing Yingrong: "Digging treasure, what is it?"

The tall man: "Just find some items to sell back. Don't look at the Danhua Sect's collapse for hundreds of years. If you look carefully, you can still find good things...Aren't you here to do this?"

Jing Yingrong shook her head, and said again: "There are no good things."

"Why not, look at this!" The tall man got carried away and showed Jing Yingrong what he and his companions found.

Jing Yingrong glanced at it, but said nothing.

Ji Sha Sword: "Is he telling a joke?"

Jing Yingrong's reaction was beyond the tall man's expectation, he took back the things embarrassingly, with a very ashamed expression.

The short man became impatient, and he grabbed Jing Yingrong, "Our two brothers are elite disciples of Zhanwangmen, if you follow us, I will keep you forever youthful when you visit Xianmen..."

He grabbed an arm, but it was not the soft jade arm in his imagination, but a hand with rough black and yellow skin and thick joints.

The short man moved his gaze upwards, and what he saw was a fat face with small eyes and a bulbous nose, which looked very familiar.

It was his own face.

The tall man was dumbfounded.

He saw a person who was exactly the same as the short man appeared out of thin air. Not only was his figure and appearance exactly the same, but even the clothes on his body and even the wrinkles and wear of the clothes were exactly the same.

The short man who appeared later was grabbed by the original short man. He looked at the subject and roared, "How dare you pretend to be your grandfather!"

The real short man was stupefied, wondering why his "other self" had appeared.Before he could figure it out, the other party turned around and accused him of being a fake, and even raised his saber to kill him aggressively.

The two of them fought together, and it was hard to tell who was real and who was fake. The tall man was circling around like an ant on a hot pot, not knowing which one to help.

He scratched his head, then turned his head suddenly, looking at Jing Yingrong.

Only then did the tall man realize that the other person's face was expressionless, his eyes were dark and silent, and he didn't know where the focus of his gaze fell.

He suddenly realized something.

"Senior, please forgive me! We are the ones who offended the senior because of our blindness. Please forgive us this time!"

The tall man fell to his knees with a plop, kowtowing and begging for mercy.

Jing Yingrong looked at the other party, and talked with Jishajian in his consciousness: "Are you going to kill?"

Ji Sha Sword: "Not interested."

"Oh."

"It's not interesting here, let's go."

"Where to go?"

"Find a place with a lot of people."

"it is good."

The tall man bruised his forehead and didn't hear the other party speak for a long time.He raised his head tremblingly, but there was no other figure in front of him.

The two short men were already covered with scars, one of them began to ask the tall man for help: "Junior brother, help me!"

The other said while making moves: "Don't listen to him, he is a counterfeit! Come and help me kill him!"

The tall man looked from one to the other and asked, "What wine did we have last night?"

"Qinggouzi!" the two shouted in unison.

The tall man was dumbfounded.

In the end, both of them were exhausted, fell to the ground bleeding profusely, and said at the same time dying: "Junior brother, save me."

The tall man buckled two pills in his hand and said, "Brother, I really can't tell which one is you, so I have to save you both."

He handed the pills to the two of them one after another.The short man who took the pill first suddenly jumped up, and stabbed the saber in his hand into the chest of his other self.

The other short man stared angrily, struggled a few times in vain, and died completely.

"Hahahahahaha! You are a counterfeit, how dare you challenge grandpa!"

The short man who survived drew out the bloody sword and laughed heartily, but soon he found something was wrong.

He lowered his head and looked at his chest in disbelief.

There was clearly no attack there, but a blood hole appeared in his chest out of thin air, and the blood flowed out, staining the shirt on his chest red.

"why……"

The short man fell limply, right next to the previous body.

The tall man was horrified to find that the fatal wounds on their chests were exactly the same.

"How is it possible, how is it possible! Ahhh!—"

The tall man hugged his head and screamed, and fled in a hurry.

There were only two corpses left that looked like mirror images, and they could not rest in peace.

(End of this chapter)