"Fell into a trap?" Fu Chaosheng was a little confused. He just said what Xie Buchen had said to him at the beginning. "Fell into what trap?"
Jianchou said: "Attack the mind, alienate the people."
Fu Chaosheng had no interest in their military tactics and strategies, so he didn't quite understand them. He frowned and asked, "Does this guy want to alienate my old friend from me?"
"If he just wants to drive a wedge between you and me, then that's nothing." Jianchou took another step and walked forward. Looking at the empty but familiar streets of the City of the Dead, he slowly said, "What he wants to drive a wedge between is not only you and me, but also me and Nineteen Continents."
"Knowing that you are 'not of my kind', I still want to say this to you. My heart is not right. Xie Buchen is a man with deep thoughts. He never speaks or does things without thinking. Especially this kind of seemingly accidental or even hypocritical words, there must be a purpose behind it."
"The next step is to see how you, Daoist Chaosheng, respond."
"If you listened to his words and didn't tell me, then it proves that you, Daoist Chaosheng, fully understood his words and were somewhat cautious about the differences between races and knew the interests involved. You are not ignorant of the ways of the world. Therefore, you were able to alienate us."
"If you had listened to him and told me..."
"That proves that you still don't understand the deeper meaning of his words, and you are completely unaware of what he calls 'the difference between races'. I asked Daoist Chao Sheng to go with the monks from the Nineteen Continents in order to spy on his actions. Xie Buchen is not an ordinary person, how could he not notice it? In this case, and he must have told me what she said, since he was unhappy."
At this point, Jianchou couldn't help but raise his finger and press his brows. His voice was deep, like a gloomy rainy day: "The deep meaning that you can't understand, I can understand; the suspicion that you can't have, I can have. And once suspicion arises, it is like the most stubborn vine seed. Even if you realize its existence and know that the other party wants you to have this suspicion, you can't remove this suspicion from your heart anyway. Because, it really exists."
What Xie Buchen did was just the same as what she did.
Suspicion already exists.
They just poured some water and oil on the little suspicion they had about each other, making it grow stronger and burn more fiercely.
She was trying to instigate Xie Buchen to doubt his master, Zhenren Hengxu, so as to widen the subtle rift between the master and the disciple. Xie Buchen was also trying to instigate her to fear the other cultivators from the Nineteen Continents, so that she could not fully trust her companions who were supposed to be standing shoulder to shoulder with her.
"People are like this..."
Jianchou put down his hand, walked forward, and sighed to Fu Chaosheng.
"I am also a mortal, and I am not immune to worldly matters."
Fu Chaosheng seemed to understand what he said, and only said: "So Xie Buchen deliberately wanted me to tell this to my old friend, so that my old friend would be afraid of other cultivators in the Nineteen Continents because of my existence? In this way, at least in the heart of my old friend, my existence is not inferior to other cultivators in the Nineteen Continents."
This is the simplest conversion.
However, after hearing this, Jianchou paused slightly and looked up at him.
Fu Chaosheng asked, "Is the calculation wrong?"
Jianchou suddenly laughed, but there was already some deep thought in his eyes. But he didn't know whether he was thinking about him or himself. He said lightly: "No, you are right."
At this moment, a strange feeling emerged in Fu Chaosheng again.
He felt his ears seemed a little hot, so he reached out and touched them.
Jianchou saw it and asked, "What's wrong?"
Fu Chaosheng shook his head: "Last time, I ate half of the heart of that coroner Wang. It seems a little strange, but there is nothing wrong. By the way, my old friend said before that he would continue to pretend to be Lian Zhao and go to Jiyu to explore the situation?"
"yes."
Fu Chaosheng was a great evil demon, and his cultivation was at least as good as hers. He said there was nothing wrong, so Jianchou naturally didn't ask about it. After all, asking about it wouldn't lead to any results. When she heard him ask about the next thing, she changed the subject.
"It just so happens that Daoist Chaosheng can help."
Can he help
These words made Fu Chaosheng stunned.
But by this time the two had already arrived at Yashan's base in the City of the Dead, a tall building with a series of houses behind it. There were many people walking inside and outside. When they saw Jianchou and Fu Chaosheng, they stopped to greet them. Jianchou did not answer Fu Chaosheng's question immediately, but walked into the building and went straight to Shen Ju and others who were standing in the hall.
"Big sister."
"Big sister."
They were all disciples of Fudaoshanren. They had not followed the Immortal in the Mist before, but stayed here to handle matters. When they saw Jianchou coming, they all surrounded him.
Jianchou exchanged pleasantries with them and said without further ado, "I have an urgent matter and I need to ask a junior brother with high cultivation to help me."
Shen Jiu, Chen Weishan and others looked at each other.
Because Jianchou pointed out that he had a "high level of cultivation", although Shen Ju wanted to recommend himself very much, he was ultimately too shameless to do so.
Kou Qianzhi, who was dressed in a shabby outfit and holding a sword in his arms, ignored Shen Jiu's angry glare, stepped forward and asked curiously, "What do you want to do, Senior Sister?"
Jianchou glanced at Wen Daojian who was being held by him and said, "I want to ask Junior Brother to save someone."
*
That night.
The reception office of the City of the Dead.
The ghost cultivators who did not have time to leave the City of the Dead for various reasons, or who were originally detained here, were scattered in various cells.
Chen Tingyan was very angry.
Because until he was locked up, he couldn't utter a word. Even if he was full of anger, he could only express it by knocking on the cell door.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
What the hell is going on!
Why is there no one to let me out
What was Jianchou thinking? Although he vaguely felt that she was doing this for his own good, why did she just leave him here and not care about him
Chen Tingyan’s heart was roaring.
After knocking on the cell door for a long time, his hands became sore, and no one came to pay attention to him. He finally sighed and gave up. He sat dejectedly in the cell, looking at the bare, gloomy walls.
Suddenly, a shadow like a stream of water appeared outside the prison door.
Chen Tingyan didn't notice at all.
The shadow looked like a mass of water, but it was silent and strange, and it easily passed through the prison door of the Jieyin Division, which had a natural ban, and was about to pounce on Chen Tingyan. m.166xs.cc
At this moment, Chen Tingyan suddenly felt a chill on his back!
However, before he could even turn around to respond, a sword light suddenly rose from the side and slashed towards the shadow of the water!
“Crash!”
The water flow suddenly dissipated!
Unexpectedly, a figure emerged from the collapsing water!
It was not until this moment that Chen Tingyan fully realized that he was in danger. His eyes immediately widened and he wanted to see clearly what was happening and who they were.
But the next moment, I couldn't see anything.
Endless earth energy rushed out from deep underground without warning and filled the entire cell. This power, which was completely different from the spiritual energy of the world in the Nineteen Continents, hindered the originally sensitive spiritual awareness of others. At this moment, it also swept Chen Tingyan away!
There was no doubt that the sword light just now was slashed out by Kou Qianzhi, and almost at the moment he noticed the shadow of the water flow, he recognized that his opponent was Yue He, the second true disciple of Kunwu Hengxu Zhenren.
This Jiang Liu sword intent couldn't be more familiar!
However, the sudden sudden change in the earth's power made him lose his direction and restricted his perception. A bad premonition immediately came to his mind.
But it was too late to sense Chen Tingyan's whereabouts at this time!
When the dark energy of the earth dissipated, where was the human figure left in the cell
Chen Tingyan is missing!
"Bang!"
The head is spinning and it makes you want to vomit!
The next moment after being pulled out of the cell by a powerful force, Chen Tingyan fell heavily to the ground, grimacing in pain.
The soil on the ground was moist, and the roots of the Tianshi grass were mixed in the turned-over soil. One could tell at a glance that this was definitely not in the City of the Dead.
Chen Tingyan looked up and saw that it was a wasteland.
It is very far away from the City of the Dead and the Gate of Hell, and at a glance only the outline of the City of the Dead can be seen.
Standing in front of him was a man in a dark black robe. He was quite tall, and the golden patterns on his lapels had a strange sense of flow, which was somewhat dazzling in this gloomy and hazy wasteland.
His face was handsome, but also a bit cold.
He raised his hand casually, and a faint blue light sank into Chen Tingyan's throat. He asked with his hands behind his back, "Do you know Jianchou and Xie Buchen?"
"recognize… "
He opened his mouth and was able to speak.
Chen Tingyan looked at the other person's face and recognized him almost immediately. He had seen him during the day when he met Jianchou and his group. He was standing at the back! But he didn't know who he was.
When he heard the other party's question, he subconsciously answered.
However, when he was about to say the word "know each other", he suddenly remembered the thrilling scene in the daytime and quickly shook his head.
"No, no, no, I don't know..."
"Don't know him?"
The man in black laughed and looked down at him, with a look of deep scrutiny and mockery in his eyes.
"I'm not a patient person."
"W-What do you mean?"
Chen Tingyan just felt that the series of events that happened from day to night were too unbelievable and he couldn't wrap his head around it at all.
The man did not answer, but repeated his question: "Ask again, do you know him?"
Chen Tingyan finally realized the terrifying pressure coming from the man in front of him, and tremblingly told the truth: "I know him."
The man asked again: "What is their relationship?"
Chen Tingyan replied: "We have been through hardships together, and I heard that we have become married. Should we be considered... husband and wife?"
The man laughed and continued, "What was it that you didn't finish saying at the entrance of the alley in broad daylight?"
Chen Tingyan's heart was shaking.
He finally vaguely realized the crux of the problem.
At this moment, he already hated his big mouth, but facing the seemingly shallow but actually extremely horrifying question from the man in front of him, he dared not not answer!
He stumbled back, "Those bastards in Jiyu, Jiyu, passed on a message that Third Master Xie killed his wife to seek the truth, stabbed Jianchou to death with a sword, and left the isolated island. They also said that in the village where they lived incognito when they took refuge, they could see the tombstone of Miss Jianchou..."
"… "
Silence, sudden.
When Chen Tingyan was speaking, he didn't dare to look at the expression of the man in front of him, for fear that he would be beaten to death after he finished speaking, so he spoke very slowly.
But after he finished speaking, there was no movement for a long time.
He held his breath in his heart, and mustered up the courage to look up. He saw that the man in the black robe had his eyes narrowed slightly, but his expression was extremely obscure, as if he wanted to laugh, but also as if he was mocking. There was a rare bit of unbridled hostility, and there was also a feeling that he really couldn't express in words...
"It's interesting. I'll keep your life."
Between his large palms were rough calluses from years of sword practice.
There was a hint of smile in the black-robed man's voice. His gaze shifted calmly from his palm to Chen Tingyan, and he actually raised his hand and waved!
“Hula!”
The wide sleeves rolled up, fluttering in the wind, and instantly transformed Chen Tingyan into his ghost form, shrinking into a thin wisp of black smoke and taking it into the sleeves!
In the blink of an eye, the wasteland was empty and there was no one in sight.