Pei Er didn't expect to meet Yun Haoran, and he broke out in a cold sweat instantly.
Could it be that... the person who overheard his plan just now was not someone else, but Yun Haoran himself who was planning to plot against him?
Thinking of this, Pei Er suddenly became confused and stammered, not knowing what to say.
Yun Haoran said calmly: "Huh? Elder Pei is so panicked. Could it be that he has done something that is not conducive to my opening the Tianmen?"
"How is that possible!" Pei Er immediately denied: "I just got tired of staying at the ancestor's spiritual peak and wandered around."
Yun Haoran did not expose Pei Er's lies, but followed him and said: "Speaking of this matter, Elder Pei has stayed in my Kaitianmen for a long time in order to serve Lord Qi Zun. I don't know when he will return to Pei's house?"
Pei Ergan smiled and said: "Wait, when the sword discussion conference is over, I will leave on my own."
Yun Haoran nodded, "I hope Elder Pei can do what he says."
"certainly!"
Next, the two of them left at the same time, one to spy on the other and the other to test the other.
It wasn't until they couldn't feel their breath at all that Jiang Deng and Xiao Chen, who were hiding behind the boulder, came out.
Although they didn't get along much, Jiang Deng just instinctively disliked Xiao Chen. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Xiao Chen suddenly stretched out his hand to stop her.
"Fellow Daoist Jiang, wait a minute."
"what?"
Jiang Deng looked at Xiao Chen impatiently.
If she hadn't known that she was most likely no match for Xiao Chen, she would have given him a good education and let him know why the flowers were so red and why the eyes were so blue.
"Ah……"
Xiao Chen smiled lightly, and when he turned his hand, there was a red hairpin in his palm. It was the heaven-level spiritual weapon he had refined himself, the red hairpin.
"This is a gift for you, Daoist Fellow Jiang. I hope that Fellow Daoist Jiang will not lose it again."
After saying that, Xiao Chen inserted the hairpin back into the ginger lamp head, his tone and expression were extremely ambiguous.
When Jiang Deng learned that the hairpin was lost and recovered, Jiang Deng not only did not show any joy, but frowned and looked at Xiao Chen and said bluntly: "Did you cause the injury on Bai Sizhu's face?"
Seeing Jiang Deng discover this, Xiao Chen did not deny it, nodded and admitted: "Is there a problem?"
Jiang Deng examined Xiao Chen's ordinary face and asked seriously: "Are you jealous that he is better-looking than you?"
Xiao Chen: "...I'm not, I don't have it."
How could Master say that?
In his eyes, Master has always been the most beautiful person in the world, but who is Bai Sizhu? How does he deserve the face of Master?
Of course it should be destroyed!
He had done such a great favor to Master, so why was Master not only not grateful to him, but even questioning him?
After listening to Xiao Chen's explanation, Jiang Deng's eyes became even more contemptuous, "I didn't expect you to be such a small-minded man."
Xiao Chen: "..."
Okay, I can’t explain clearly.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the raging anger, and said as calmly as possible: "I will only say this for the last time, don't lose the hairpin I gave you again, otherwise I will be sad and the consequences will be serious."
"hehe."
Jiang Deng couldn't help laughing, "It's none of my business if you're sad! I just hate this hairpin. Either you keep this hairpin for yourself, or I sell it again!"
Xiao Chen stared straight at Jiang Deng, with a dark light flickering in his eyes, and his voice was hoarse due to depression, "If you sell it to someone, I will kill him!"
Hearing this, Jiang Deng couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
He even threatened her?
Is this person mentally ill, or are all ghost cultivators such neurotic guys?
Jiang Deng didn't want to spoil this man at all, so he pulled out the hairpin from his head and threw it at Xiao Chen's feet. "I sold this hairpin to you for free. Just kill yourself."
After saying that, Jiang Deng turned around and left.
Afraid that Xiao Chen would catch up to her again and give her a hairpin, Jiang Deng ran so fast that he disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Xiao Chen: "..."
Threads of ghostly energy wrapped around the hairpin, sending the hairpin back to his hand.
Xiao Chen could no longer suppress it, and his double eyes appeared in an instant, staring directly in the direction Jiang Deng left.
Master didn't accept what he sent?
How could she not accept it!
Could it be that...Master already has other wild men in his heart?
Xiao Chen couldn't help but think of the scene he had seen before, where the Master was talking and laughing with the mysterious man, and the corners of his mouth curved into a cruel arc.
He wanted to see how the master was willing to stay away from that man after he died!
Don’t worry, you’ll see the show soon…
——
After getting rid of the difficult Pei Er, Jiang Deng returned to his residence safely.
Although as the sect leader, she could choose a room, Jiang Deng still chose to live in the same room as Jiang Zhiling. They had not seen each other for many days, and the two sisters were quite close.
"Sister, you have entered the Nascent Soul Realm so quickly!"
Now that there are no outsiders, Jiang Zhiling can no longer suppress her admiration for Jiang Deng. She stared at her starry eyes and said, "What kind of genius are you? You are simply a genius every day!"
"Hey, this is nothing."
Jiang Deng said modestly: "Come on, come on, my sister will give you something. With these things, you can practice hard this month, and your cultivation will be further improved."
With that said, Jiang Deng took out a bunch of things and handed them to Jiang Zhiling, including spiritual stones and "Wanjun Shenfa". As long as Jiang Zhiling could use them, Jiang Deng gave them all.
Jiang Zhiling finally stuffed so many things into the storage bag. She wiped her sweaty forehead from receiving gifts and asked, "By the way, sister, didn't you say you wanted to show me something?"
"Dang Dang Dang!"
Jiang Deng took off the dodder tied to his head and showed it to Jiang Zhiling, "What do you think this is?"
"Is this Sister Atu?"
Jiang Zhiling's eyes gradually became moist, "Could it be that... Sister, in order to commemorate the existence of Sister A Tu, you simply left a section of Sister A Tu's body and made it into a specimen to view every day?"
"..."
Before Jiang Deng could say anything, he heard an impatient voice coming from the dodder, "Cry my ass! I'm not dead yet!"
"Sister Atu?"
Jiang Zhiling looked at the pitifully small dodder plant excitedly, "How come you are still alive? I clearly saw you being crushed by the Sword Master and chopped into pieces with one sword strike."
Ah Tu's vines turned red, and he said angrily: "Can a duel between top masters be called crushing? It's called competition! We were competing, but his cultivation level was slightly higher than mine, so I accidentally got hurt.
It’s just his way!”
"oh oh!"
Jiang Zhiling nodded and suddenly realized: "So Sister A Tu, your cultivation level is not as good as that of Sword Master? Then why did you take the initiative to fight with him?"