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Chapter 97 97. What exactly does Immortal Siming want to do?
In the bustling Baiyun Sect arena, more and more people gathered in front of the projection screen belonging to Jiang Xingmeng, most of whom were disciples or elders of the Qingming Sect.

Even Xie Buyan was fascinated by it.

Just kidding, this is Rong Zhao, the founder of the Qingming sect!Don't you have to take a few more glances?
Ah, and this Junior Sister Jiang - I heard that she is a direct disciple of her younger brother from the Xie Zhang Sect. Rounding it all off, she is from their Qingming Sect!
I don't know how long it took before Jiang Ci reluctantly moved his eyes away from the projection screen, looked at Xie Buyan who was sitting next to him, and said softly, "Master is here too?"

Xie Buyan lowered his eyes, glanced at Xie Buyi without any trace, cleared his throat, and said: "...Well, let me take a look. After all, he is closely related to the Qingming Sect."

Jiang Ci laughed, poured a cup of tea for Xie Buyan, and moved his hands in front of him: "Master, I still don't know what happened between you and my uncle."

Xie Buyan was as motionless as a mountain, sitting on the spot without raising his eyes when he heard the words: "It's just the past, what are you so curious about?"

Jiang Ci smiled slightly: "Because I don't want the grievances between you and your uncle to affect the relationship between me and my sister."

This statement couldn't be more straightforward. Xie Buyan was not angry, but looked at Jiang Ci with some surprise: "I rarely see you speak so bluntly."

Seeing that Xie Buyan was not angry, Jiang Ci was not completely relieved, and boldly said: "I implore Master to clarify."

Xie Buyan didn't know what he thought of, and there was a trace of sadness on his face. Then he looked at Jiang Ci: "Don't worry, it's not a big deal and it won't affect your brother and sister."

Jiang Ci didn't speak, and said after a while: "But the master did prevent me from meeting the imperial sister earlier."

Xie Buyan looked at Jiang Ci sharply and frowned: "You are dissatisfied."

Jiang Ci smiled and said: "Of course I am dissatisfied."

Xie Buyan stared at him for a while, then snorted coldly, and said: "... You can say I'm self-righteous or self-righteous. But I do have other reasons.

Did you know that your imperial sister and my nephew, Jiang Xingmeng, has an unstable mind? "

Jiang Ci was stunned for a moment, and then said anxiously: "Why is there such a problem? Is there a serious problem? Will it affect the fate of the imperial sister?"

Xie Buyan squinted his eyes: "I just want to tell you one thing - your imperial sister has the experience of crossing time and space, and the turbulence in time and space has had a great impact on her soul."

Jiang Ci's heart skipped a beat, and then he looked at Xie Buyan with an inquiring gaze: "This disciple doesn't understand what the master is talking about."

Xie Buyan sneered: "Come on, play dumb with me?"

After a pause, he said meaningfully: "You know what you saw when you took the Jungui sword; whether it was an illusion or not, you probably have your own guesses. I won't say anything else, after all... I just want you to live well."

Jiang Ci's heart was beating like a drum -- what is it called...【Is that an illusion after all】?
Jiang Ci had indeed guessed, but he didn't dare to think deeply.

Illusions are also related to the cognitive level of the person who enters the illusion.

If it was just an illusion, then how could he have completely imagined a set of exercises for cultivating demons with his meager knowledge of cultivation?

……

At the same time, Nine Heavens.

The night was deep, the stars were low, so close that you could almost touch them with your hands, under such half-blind light, the handsome man with white eyebrows and hair on the lotus seat opened his eyes.

A fairy boy ran over, panting: "Xianjun, Xianjun, that person's fate was messed up just now!"

Jiang Chao didn't speak, just got up from the lotus seat in the middle of the cold pool, walked down slowly, raised his eyes to look at the stars in the sky, and after a while, lowered his eyes and said: "...It's nothing, this is doom."

Xiantong let out an "ah" and was a little puzzled: "But you said, tell us to always pay attention to that person's horoscope..."

Jiang Chao looked at Xiantong, his eyes without any warmth, just like his whole person, cold and unpopular.

After a while, he lowered his eyes: "I know it well, you go down first."

Fairy boy Nuonuo responded, then lowered his head and left, unintentionally glancing at Jiang Chao's waist.

The white clothes on his body are spotless, but no one in the Nine Heavens knows that Immortal Siming, who has always been dressed in white with white eyebrows and hair, has a carefully maintained light green sachet around his waist.

Xiantong was also curious, this sachet is still a woman's style, and Xianjun doesn't seem to be a person who will have feelings for a certain woman... Why is there such a sachet?
He couldn't figure it out, but he didn't see it. Jiang Chao raised his hand to summon a life chart, and then stared at it intently. He wanted to reach out several times, but gave up.

"Xianjun Siming... what do you want to do?" A dignified, solemn, tall and tall figure walked out of the darkness, with a smile on his face, but a hint of warning in his eyes, "Don't do anything you shouldn't do. .”

Jiang Chao glanced at him: "Long time no see... Rong family's green sparrow."

It was Rong Zhao who came.

Rong Zhao smiled: "Is it possible that Immortal Lord Siming also feels something from his heart?"

In the three thousand worlds, as long as there are traces of saints, those flashes of inspiration, those tiny perceptions and memories, once triggered, will be perceived by the saint himself.

Jiang Chao didn't speak.

Rong Zhao looked at him, but suddenly changed color when his eyes touched the light green sachet on Jiang Chao's waist.

(End of this chapter)