"A way to survive?" Shi Honglei couldn't figure it out.
After awakening to the "true face" of the title of Immortal, Shi Honglei has been feeling ashamed of his previous luck.
In this situation, she really couldn't think of a way to survive.
Li Luoer said: "If you really escape, then you will really die."
Li Luoer looked in the direction of Shenyue Immortal Sect and said: "Changqing cannot see through Shenyue Immortal Sect Jiang Qingyue's methods, but he cannot regard everything he sees as fake."
Teacher Honglei became more and more confused.
Li Luoer explained: "Just because you can't see clearly, it doesn't mean that Changqing won't continue to see and make judgments according to his nature. It's him, me, the Lord of Cangwu City and the monks who do what they should do. , also you."
"Do what you should do..." Shi Honglei murmured to himself.
Soon, Shi Honglei shook his head.
Li Luoer said: "You are actually wrong about Changqing. In his eyes, he has never treated you, me, or even the ordinary people of Cangwu City who are obviously false, as ants."
"He knew clearly that those people were 'fake', but he still did it."
"It was a month on your way to Cangwu City, and half a month has passed since you arrived at Cangwu City. If he really wanted to kill you, you wouldn't be alive now."
"Although I don't understand why Changqing doesn't kill you, your way to survive is right here."
Shi Honglei bowed his hand to Li Luoer, and flew to the Shenyue Immortal Sect with several middle-aged men from the Hongyue Chamber of Commerce.
At this time, the Shenyue Immortal Sect was at the foot of a mountain that towered into the clouds.
At the mountain gate, there should have been disciples of the Shenyue Immortal Sect guarding it, but it was now empty.
Changqing, Qi Cang, and the monks from Cangwu City flew up the mountain road as if they were in a deserted place.
However, the atmosphere of this "army" is very strange.
From the initial anger, to the current lifelessness.
Each monk said nothing, and there was no communication between them.
Their expressions were numb and sad.
They just followed Changqing blankly and flew up with Changqing.
Qi Cang didn't look back, and even put away his spiritual thoughts.
He clenched his teeth tightly and let himself be held by Changqing like a kite.
The "big army" can no longer be called a big army.
I don’t know since when, the torrent of rays of light taking off from Cangwu City turned into a gurgling stream.
When Changqing could already see the top of the mountain and an osmanthus tree with a strange glow on the cliff of the sea of clouds halfway up the mountain, Qi Cang was the only one left beside him.
Under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, a girl has been waiting quietly for a long time.
She opened her eyes and stood up slowly.
When she reached out and flicked it, there was a stone table and two stone benches under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and she spoke.
"King Tongtian, please."
Jiang Qingyue made a gesture of invitation, but she did not look at Qi Cang, and Changqing did not turn her head.
Changqing came under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree and sat on the stone bench. Jiang Qingyue stretched out her hand and made a false move, and a few pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus fell into the stove teapot.
Qi Cang is also missing.
"No wonder Chongxiao is not your opponent. Your behavior is really hard to predict. Oh no, in Qing Xuantian, Xiao Feng should be the one."
Jiang Qingyue changed his mind.
Changqing was not surprised, just enjoying the beautiful scenery and looking at the huge tree roots at the foundation of Cangwu City from a distance.
Seeing that Changqing didn't respond, Jiang Qingyue poured a cup of tea for Changqing.
"It's not as good as the Ghost Clan's tea, it's not as good as Xiaoyao Tea, and oh, by the way, it's not as good as Hua Xian Tea, so just drink it." Jiang Qingyue smiled gently.
"I have a question." Changqing said.
Jiang Qingyue held the teacup and stared at the sweet-scented osmanthus floating in the teacup with bright eyes, "You want to ask, what is going on in Cangwu City and Honghe Town?"
Changqing shook his head.
"I still want to ask, are those people human?"
Changqing shook his head again.
Jiang Qingyue was a little dissatisfied, her delicate lips parted slightly, "Is it possible that you want to ask why Chongxiao wanted to seize the Zhentian Black Ruler Sword? Or, do you want to ask why Qingyun Immortal fell?"
Changqing did not shake his head this time, but looked at Jiang Qingyue in surprise.
At this time, Changqing scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.
"That..." Changqing actually had an unspeakable feeling.
Jiang Qingyue's guess was "too high-end" for Changqing. It was so high-end that it was embarrassing for Changqing.
Jiang Qingyue frowned and stared at Changqing quietly.
Changqing coughed slightly and said: "Um, I want to ask, does your Shenyue Immortal Sect have Black Moon Immortal Grass?"
"..."
Jiang Qingyue was silent.
She actually felt a sense of loss in her heart.
"Yes, then." Jiang Qingyue gestured towards the shadow under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.
Sure enough, there was a crescent-shaped black fairy grass growing quietly there.
Changqing let out a sigh, but his divine thoughts just now failed to detect it!
"If you want it, take it." Jiang Qingyue said.
"Seriously?" Changqing asked.
"..." Jiang Qingyue frowned and looked straight at Changqing.
"Seriously." Jiang Qingyue nodded.
Changqing walked to the osmanthus tree, picked the black moon jelly grass and put it away.
"Are you pretending to be stupid, or are you testing?"
"Do you think I'm not qualified to sit and drink tea with you?"
"Do you know who I am?"
Jiang Qingyue asked again and again.
"There is nothing in this world, no matter how troublesome it is, why bother thinking so much about it?"
Changqing smiled and picked up the tea cup, gently sniffed the tea aroma, "I don't know about this osmanthus..."
"Huh?" Jiang Qingyue raised her eyebrows. Could it be that Changqing wanted to test what was weird about the osmanthus tree?
But the next question made Jiang Qingyue even more confused and even a little angry.
"Can you give me some of this sweet-scented osmanthus?" Changqing asked.
Jiang Qingyue clenched her teeth, and her eyes seemed to burst out with flames.
You can't blame her for not being "steady". In fact, she has long regarded Changqing as her opponent at the same level.
"If you want it, take it." Jiang Qingyue said coldly.
"Why is this so embarrassing?" Changqing rubbed his hands.
Under Jiang Qingyue's astonishment, Changqing actually uprooted the entire sweet-scented osmanthus tree and collected the soil and stone railings on the ground!
Suddenly, Jiang Qingyue narrowed her eyes.
Although this sweet-scented osmanthus tree has not yet become a spirit, it cannot be contained by the heaven-level Qiankun Ring worn by Changqing!
Jiang Qingyue understood, took a sip of tea, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.
"As expected, the Zhentian Black Ruler Sword is still in your hand. Although you are qualified, you should not underestimate Xiao Feng." Jiang Qingyue said.
"Now that we know about the Heaven-Suppressing Black Ruler Sword, we know that it is a top-quality Taoist weapon. It is a higher existence than an immortal treasure. It is the real treasure that saints will fight for in the battlefield of the great avenue."
"What do you want to say?"
"I want to say, do you have the ability to split this ultimate Taoist weapon into two?"
"Not to mention Taoist artifacts, even immortal treasures cannot be separated." Jiang Qingyue said without hesitation.
"That being the case, do you think Xiao Feng will believe that I can separate the Zhentian Black Ruler Sword?"
Jiang Qingyue frowned suddenly and looked at Changqing in surprise.
"You mean, the peach wood sword you gave Xiao Feng is also the Sky-Suppressing Black Ruler Sword!"
"Otherwise? Why do you think he left?" Changqing asked with a smile.
