I Have a Lot of Resurrection Coins

Saying goodbye to Jiang Lin, just like when he came, Zhen Xian once again walked across the lofty mountains to the border of the Yaozu world.

The reason why Zhen Xian did not walk against the wind was that every night, Zhen Xian would use her spiritual power to draw the soul of the golden brush into the ink plate.

Jiang Lin once asked why Zhen Xian could remain conscious in his dreams, and what happened to the brush that pierced Xiangrong's body.

Zhen Xian also answered one by one.

This brush was a treasure picked by Zhen Xian when he became a Confucian wise man. It is not so much a "selection", it is more important to say that this brush recognizes its master.

And this brush has the ability to clear evil, so it can keep Zhen Xian calm no matter what kind of dreams he falls into, and then can also use this brush to take out the soul that originally wanted to swallow Hongqin.

And Zhen Xian's intention, except for the water of the moon spring, was to deliberately fall into a dream at the last moment. He knew that Xiang Rong would definitely enter his dream, so he was already prepared.

Unexpectedly, it really succeeded in the end.

Just...

Seeing the wisps of red, smoke-like souls submerged in the ink plate, Zhen Xian couldn't help but think of the words that Brother Jiang would pass to him.

"Should you exchange the red piano for a red dress?"

Exhausted of spiritual power, looking at the ink plate on which the red piano was boarded, the exhausted Zhen Xian slowly closed his eyes.

In the dream, it was her pretty appearance asking herself questions on the willow dike, but it was also her nervous innocence when she was holding the skirt tightly and betting with herself in Wanli City.

The night gradually deepened.

In the ink plate that Zhen Xian held tightly in his arms, strands of red silk thread emerged, gradually forming the appearance of a girl.

Caressing the hem of the skirt, the girl in the red dress sits beside him with her knees on her knees, her head lightly leaning against his shoulder, and slowly closing her eyes.

Under the moonlight, he and her, who are half-transparent, looked particularly beautiful surrounded by fireflies.

......

On the other side, Jiang Lin knew that Zhen Xian must still be in entanglement, but Jiang Lin also knew that Zhen Xian would definitely not exchange the red qin for the red dress.

The reason for saying so, can only be said to be intuition...

However, thinking of Zhen Xian's dreams at the time, and then thinking of Xianrong's intention to stay with Zhen Xian that night.

Especially Xiang Rong said that Hong Shang could be brought back to life.

Even if you want to ascend in half a step, how can this kind of thing that goes against yin and yang be so easy?

What method did she use to bring a person back to life?

Although Zhen Xian said that the dreams are all facts, Xianrong really absorbed Hong Qin's body and soul back then, but Zhen Xian barely regained Hong Qin's soul and soul and protected it in Wutong Academy.

But Jiang Lin always felt that it was not so right, and things always felt that it was not that simple.

Jiang Lin didn't know whether he was too suspicious because Conan watched too much or something else. Anyway, Jiang Lin felt that this matter might be troublesome.

"Maybe I really think too much."

Shaking his head, Jiang Lin got rid of his thoughts.

No matter what, this matter finally came to an end.

After Jiang Lin and Zhen Xian parted, he followed the information Wu Suxu had given before inquiring about Linglong Jiange.

While inquiring about the news, Jiang Lin accidentally heard the news of imitation in a tea shop in Shanjiao.

"Hey, have you heard? The imitation heard that she appeared to the west, she still took a little girl, and she was still looking for a monster higher than her level to kill."

"Yeah, I heard, but this imitation is not only to kill the demon, but also to troubleshoot the martial artist."

"Isn't it? As soon as he entered the sect of others, he asked if there was a man named "Shen Zhenhao"!"

"Yes, I heard that Xianfang actually found a person with the same name, but when this person was almost killed, Xianxian found out that he had found the wrong person. That buddy's wife was crying."

When he heard the man next door talking, Jiang Lin's mind was condensed...

Wait!

Shin Jinho?

Why is this name so familiar?

Fuck (a kind of elegant language)!

Isn't he the name of the cold and violent girl who deceived Zheng at the beginning?

Wait?

Imitation?

Zheng!

That girl named Zheng still has so many demon pills!

And that genius of the demon clan named Xie Fang also likes to kill demon?

In other words...

emmm.......

Suddenly, Jiang Lin discovered a very serious problem.

It seemed that he had accidentally made an enmity with that genius of the Yaozu world.

I go! Is it so grassy?

If this is the case that Zheng, that is, the monster genius, knows that he is the Jiang Lin of the monster world, that is, the Jiang Dapao, and even the man who smashed her bathtub in the small world of the Dream Palace. .....

Jiang Lin has a feeling! This girl will not let herself go!

"Cough cough cough, brother, why did that fiancé go to the boxing sect disciple?"

Jiang Lin brought a pot of wine and two catties of cooked beef over, and poured a glass of wine for each of them, almost wrapped around them.

Although Jiang Lin knew that he had to run away, but what if? What if it is really a coincidence?

"Well, I'm not quite sure." Looking at this sensible little human brother, the ivory clam demon drank a glass of wine and said, "But I heard that it seems to be a hatred in the Palace of Dreams!"

Another turtle demon: "I'll go! This must be a chance!"

Another one-eyed poodle said: "I guess so, it must be a great opportunity!"

"But then again, tusk tusk tusk... the buddy of the same name, this is really miserable."

"Who said no? People sit at home, and the pot comes from the sky..."

"Yeah, who can stand it."

Turtle demon: "I hope that buddy is okay."

Ivory Clam Demon: "I hope that the fist of the imitation is okay."

Jiang Lin: "I hope that buddy's lady is okay."

"..." Several monsters looked at Jiang Lin with complicated eyes, "Brother, something is wrong with you..."

"Cough cough cough, don't hide it from you all." Jiang Lin straightened his expression, "My grandfather's surname is Cao, and he is the prime minister of the Homo dynasty."

"???"

After leaving the wine shop, Jiang Lin had already decided.

In this short period of one month ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, several Wufu sects have been turned upside down by imitation, and that person is Zheng, that is, imitation.

But Jiang Lin guarantees! Even if he tells the story of "Haoran Tianxia Jianglin", he will never reveal that he is the "Shen Zhenhao" thing!

"Yes! Absolutely not!"

"Ping..."

Just when Jiang Lin left the wine shop with his forefoot, behind Jiang Lin, the bustling wine shop suddenly became quiet, followed by the sound of the wine bowl smashing.

"The son will never do anything?"

Before Jiang Lin turned his head, a charming voice came slowly and softly.

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[It’s too late to go home, and now this chapter is out... Sin, sin...]