The boulder fell to the ground. It was supposed to stand on a long flight of steps, but today, there is only soil covered with fallen leaves.
Ji Sha Sword: "Do you want revenge?"
Jing Yingrong shook her head.
"No."
"Why? You're not angry?"
"not angry."
Ji Shajian paused for a moment, then said reluctantly: "I can help you find Fangshan Gate."
Jing Yingrong walked forward slowly and said, "You want to kill someone."
"I'm getting rusty." Jian said dissatisfied.
The mirror reflects: "Grind it."
Sword: "..."
Jing Yingrong suddenly stood still.
She looked at her feet. There was a piece of broken metal at the tip of her toe, half embedded in the soil. It seemed to be part of some kind of man-made artifact.
The surface of the metal fragments is dull, covered with dirt, and dirty, making people reluctant to pick them up.
Sword: "What?"
The mirror reflects: "Zhong."
"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 Taoist Kongji.
Jing Yingrong: "Well, I have lived there for ten years."
"You know this as well?"
"I know. He refined me in the third year."
"What level of cultivation was he at that time?"
"The early stage of foundation building."
"In the early stage of foundation building...what was your rank at that time?"
"A low-grade mortal weapon."
"Low-grade mortal weapon?!"
Violent emotional fluctuations came from the sword, "Can a low-grade mortal weapon give birth to a weapon spirit?!"
Jing Yingrong said: "No."
"and you……"
"I can fully understand his experiences, so I can remember what happened when his spiritual consciousness was not yet developed."
Ji Sha Sword made a light tut sound.
Jing Yingrong said: "He joined the Danhua Sect at the age of seven. When he left, his cultivation level was the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment."
"He has no nostalgia for Danhua Sect."
Jian: "Is he having a bad day?"
Jing Yingrong: "He is often unhappy."
During the conversation, she came to the main hall of Danhua Sect.
It’s 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 and dug into the soil. They wore similar uniforms, and the same matching sets of hair crowns, belts, and shoes.
Ji Sha Jian: "What are they doing?"
Jing Yingrong: "I don't know."
Ji Sha Jian: "Go and ask."
Jing Yingrong stepped forward. The two men had their backs to her, unaware of her approach.
"What are you doing?" Jing Yingrong asked.
The two were startled, screamed and jumped up, and hurriedly pulled out the sword from their waists. The taller one accidentally dropped the sword on the ground.
"Who is coming!" the short man shouted loudly, with a rather stern and angry attitude.
When he saw the face reflected in the mirror clearly, his eyes straightened as if he had lost his soul.
The tall man picked up the sword. He looked at Jing Yingrong and his tongue couldn't help but tie up: "Hey, hey! You're in the wilderness, girl, what are you doing, why are you here alone?"
The short man came back to his senses, with a smile on his face, and said: "Girl, are you here to dig for treasures too? It's very dangerous here. You might as well come with us, and we two brothers will protect you."
The two looked at each other and smiled maliciously.
Jing Yingrong: "Digging for treasure, what is it?"
The tall man: "I'm just looking for some items to sell. Even though the Danhua Sect has been destroyed for hundreds of years, you can still find good things if you search carefully... Isn't this what you're here for?"
Jing Yingrong shook her head and said: "There is no good thing."
"Why not? Look at this!" The tall man got carried away and took out the things he and his companions found to show Jing Yingrong.
Jing Yingrong glanced at it but said nothing.
Ji Sha Jian: "Is he telling a joke?"
Jing Yingrong's reaction was beyond the tall man's expectation. He took the things back sarcastically, looking very embarrassed.
The short man became impatient and grabbed Jing Yingrong, "We brothers are elite disciples of the King of War Clan. If you follow us, I will keep you young forever when you come to the Immortal Clan..."
He grabbed an arm, but it was not the soft jade arm he imagined, 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 garlicky nose, which looked very familiar.
It was his own face.
The tall man was stunned.
He saw a person who was exactly the same as the short man appearing out of thin air. Not only was the figure and appearance exactly the same, but even the clothes 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 target and roared: "Beast, how dare you pretend to be your grandfather!"
The real short man was dumbfounded and didn't understand why his "other self" appeared. Before he could figure it out, the other party actually accused him of being a fake, and even raised his sword to attack him fiercely.
The two people were fighting, and it was hard to tell who was real and who was fake. The tall man was as anxious as ants on a hot pot, not knowing which one to help.
He scratched his head, then turned his head sharply and looked at Jing Yingrong.
Only then did the tall man realize that the other person's face had no expression, his eyes were dark and silent, and he didn't know where the focus of his gaze was.
He suddenly realized something.
"Senior, please forgive me! It's because we are ignorant and have offended our seniors. I beg your seniors to be magnanimous and spare us this time!"
The tall man knelt down with a plop, kowtowing and begging for mercy.
Jing Yingrong looked at the other party and talked with Ji Sha Jian in her consciousness: "Do you want to kill?"
Ji Sha Jian: "Not interested."
"Oh."
"It's not interesting here, let's go."
"Where to go?"
"Find a place with a lot of people."
"good."
The tall man had a bruise on his forehead and didn't hear what the other party said for a long time. He raised his head tremblingly, but there was no figure of the other party in front of him.
The two short men were already scarred, and one of them began to ask the tall man for help: "Junior brother, please help me!"
The other one said while making moves: "Don't listen to him, he is the fake! Come and help me kill him!"
The tall man looked at this and that, and asked, "What did we drink last night?"
"Qing Gouzi!" the two shouted in unison.
The tall man was dumbfounded.
In the end, both of them were exhausted and fell to the ground bleeding profusely. At the same time, they were dying and said: "Junior brother, save me."
The tall man held two pills in his hand and said, "Brother, I really can't tell which one is you, so I had 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 stood up and stabbed the sword in his hand into the chest of his other self.
The other short man stared angrily, struggled in vain for a few times, and finally died.
"Hahahahaha! You faker, how dare you challenge grandpa!"
The short man who survived pulled out the bloody sword and laughed happily, but soon he realized 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 out of thin air in his chest, and blood flowed out, staining the clothes on his chest red.
"Why……"
The short man fell limply 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 held his head and screamed, rolling and crawling on the ground and running away hastily.
There were only two corpses left that looked like mirror images, dying with their eyes open.
