Dragon Vein Martial God

Because of the beggar's begging, Jiang Ting subconsciously thought, whether the so-called xinxing here is a test of kindness... But all of a sudden, he was denied that the world of cultivating immortals is not ordinary.

Good people don't live long, and disasters are left for thousands of years, which is an almost eternal cruel melody.

It is impossible for those who founded Xuan Lei Zong to not understand such a simple truth!

It was only a few breaths of time to deny it... Jiang Ting frowned again, and he suddenly remembered that this kind of deep sinking, and facing the strongest illusion but building a foundation, normally, in the eyes of the ancestor who founded the Xuan Lei Sect , there will be no Jindan here to try.

It stands to reason that the memory of those who enter the battle will be suppressed... He obviously has a false identity in this illusion, just like he is wearing sackcloth and sackcloth at the moment, holding silver coins, probably came here to buy food?

Under the condition of suppressed memory... Perhaps, this illusion, the test, really has a touch of kindness hidden in the deepest, rather than a madman with no scruples?

"Master, give me some..." The beggar said again.

Jiang Ting suddenly suppressed his thoughts, looked at the beggar's eyes, and became a little bit of a headache... If he entered the illusion to break the formation, it is naturally excellent that the fluctuations did not affect him.

But the key is that he is not here to break the formation, but to try.

His eyes were smeared, and he couldn't understand the situation at all... Fortunately, both Qing Zhao and Xue Mantis were also golden pills, and they might not be as awake as he was at the moment, but they definitely wouldn't completely sink into the illusion.

Come to think of it, the situation of the two of them should be the same as his current situation, right?

The beggar patiently said, "Young Master, give me some..."

The people in this street seem to be unable to see it here, and there is still a lot of traffic coming and going, and no one even casts a glance.

Jiang Ting didn't answer, just looked at the beggar... He was ragged and dirty, and it should have a stench.

But because he was not blinded by the illusion, although he was in the illusion, he couldn't smell the stench of the illusion simulation at all.

It's the beggar... After looking at it for a while, Jiang Ting's eyes narrowed slightly.

The beggar's clothes are tattered, but now, when he looks carefully, he is keenly aware that if the beggar's clothes are cleaned, they should be some kind of silk and satin that is not cheap.

A, normally, the fine cloth that a beggar cannot have.

The beggar's eyes turned red: "Young Master, have pity on the poor little man..."

Jiang Ting, who was still not ready to answer and was only ready to continue to observe, suddenly narrowed his eyes... The previous beggar could only speak mechanically.

But now, he always feels that the beggar in front of him is a little more angry... It is not the kind of anger that is angry, but the kind of living beings, angry, alive!

It seems... as if there is a certain will that suddenly dominates the beggar in front of him.

Even if the beggar didn't reveal any flaws, he couldn't hide his intuition.

The beggar was still chattering: "Young Master, the villain has not eaten for three days and three nights... Have pity on the poor villain..."

Jiang Ting's eyes flickered, and he finally said: "I see that you have healthy limbs, why don't you find a job to work, even if there are not many monthly cases, you can always get food and clothing. "

At the beginning, it was a series of words.

The beggar's face was clearer than the others, and he was slightly startled.

Then his eyes showed bitterness: "Young master doesn't know something, villain..."

Accompanied by a series of words, it turned out that this person was born in a wealthy family before, but his family somehow offended the government here, and was immediately suppressed and framed, so he could only beg on the streets, and he could only beg. On the street, even if he wanted to work or find other jobs to earn money, no one wanted him, for fear of offending the government.

After speaking, the beggar showed hope: "Young Master, you look like a kind person... The villain heard that the county magistrate in the next county is Master Qingtian, can you go to the next county to file a complaint with the villain..."

Jiang Ting's eyes suddenly narrowed... He found two problems.

This beggar's answers are fluent... You know, he is not confused by the illusion, all unreasonable will not be ignored by him, but the beggar's answer at the moment, the formation, perhaps, is not as unmanned as he originally thought host.

No, the underground halls and passages have long been abandoned, and it is impossible for someone to preside over them... Then there is, there are no secrets here.

The second question was even simpler. He probably knew what was being tested here.

After pondering for a while, Jiang Ting stretched out three fingers on his right hand: "What is this?"

"Three." The beggar replied subconsciously.

Jiang Ting smiled.

Then he looked at the broken silver ingot in his hand: "You are also a miserable person... I only have so much silver in my hand, you can buy something to eat."

"Young Master, have you promised to help me?" The beggar was ecstatic.

"I can't help, I'll see you again." Jiang Ting turned around and strode away... If he guessed correctly, he should be leaving the illusion.

For the sect forces, the disciples can't be cruel, but they can't be perfect... People who have a bottom line in their hearts, but clearly know their own abilities, are the people the sect needs.

He was dressed in sackcloth and sackcloth in the illusion, and at first glance he looked like a poor man.

Facing the beggar with grievances, giving alms is for the sake of kindness.

Relentless refusal to help, is to protect oneself.

Ordinary people, poor people, what qualifications do they have to fight with officials?

His actions, not to mention that he passed this trial with the best results... If you think about it, it's not bad.

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Another fantasy, a plain full of weeds.

"Ah..." A man like a skinny monkey screamed on the ground.

A burly man was holding a ghost-headed knife and kept stabbing at the thin monkey.

In the grass not far away, the blood mantis was lying in the grass, a little confused, unbearable, and a little confused... It seemed to be suspicious of something.

The skinny monkey seemed to be immortal, screaming constantly, but it was immortal... The knife kept slashing down, at least ten times or eight times, but it didn't stop breathing.

The burly people are constantly slashing tirelessly.

I don't know how long.

Confused and confused, the blood mantis suddenly shook his head, his eyes regained clarity, and his pupils revealed countless fears.

Unlike Jiang Ting who was not affected at all, he was influenced by the formation method before, and some of him forgot who he was... He only said that he was an ordinary person, a reclusive person, and accidentally saw someone commit murder.

I want to stop and save people, but I am worried that I will expose my deeds and attract enemies... I always feel that I have forgotten something subconsciously, and then I stay in a daze.

Now that Qingming has been restored... Many of the previous sensory memories are all just illusions. Here, it is an illusion.

After the Qingming was restored, the blood mantis stared at the man who was constantly being cut down, his eyes slightly narrowed... He was thinking, how to choose the best solution for the trial here.

save people?

Different from Jiang Ting's smeared eyes, he still remembers the previous illusion... He subconsciously believes that he is a martial artist who lives in seclusion here.