Looking at the girl in front of him, Chen Luoyang found it interesting.
Why does this girl seem to have the potential to cut black and white?
He said indifferently, "Good and bad, right and wrong, good and evil. Can you really tell them apart?"
Ying Qingqing answered, "It's hard to tell if a person is good or bad, but it's very clear if they're good or evil."
"So, you weaved a lie to save people. Is this good or evil?" Chen Luoyang asked casually.
"I think saving people is good, but lies are not right." Ying Qingqing pursed her lips, "But I couldn't think of any other way …"
She lowered her head sadly.
Chen Luoyang looked at her with interest, "The goal is right, and the means are unscrupulous. You can't accept that?"
Ying Qingqing murmured, "Unscrupulous to do good. Even if the result is good, if you get used to it, it'll be easy to take the evil step.
Maybe some people think they can control themselves, and I'm worried because I'm weak … "
Chen Luoyang said indifferently, "Xiu Zhe's Black Death Divine Pearl took the lives of tens of thousands of people in Qian Province, and turned thousands of miles of mountains and rivers into a land of death.
In order to fight against us, the Sword Pavilion joined hands with Xiu Zhe. Do you think it's good or evil? "
"I think Mister Fifth and the others want to drive wolves to devour tigers. They think that as long as they defeat Hierarch Chen and the Ancient God, they can save more people," Ying Qingqing answered, "But if it were me, I wouldn't be able to do it."
Chen Luoyang looked at the girl in front of him.
He suddenly laughed, "Have you ever thought that before you lost your memory, you might be colder and more ruthless than me and Xiu Zhe?"
The girl was stunned.
There was a long silence.
After a while, she said softly, "I thought about it … but I didn't dare to think too deeply."
For the first time, she looked like a chick that had just hatched.
Chen Luoyang's fingers lightly tapped the armrest of his chair.
He didn't continue the previous topic, "If I had killed Jie Xingmang when I first met you and learned that your sword path cultivation was destroyed, would you have kept the fact that you could recover your cultivation at any time?"
"I won't." Ying Qingqing was no longer confused and lost. This time, she answered straightforwardly, "Hierarch Chen, you've done me a great favor. Although I want to help the Sword Pavilion save Mr. Fourth, I have to give you an explanation whether I succeed or not."
The girl's expression was serious.
Chen Luoyang glanced at her indifferently. "Ordinary people always like to speculate about existences far above them, and you have been led astray by them."
He was surprised. "Do you think I really need your Haotian divine sword like they said?"
The girl was slightly taken aback.
After she came back to herself, she said, "It would be best if Hierarch Chen was healthy. However, the Sword Pavilion and the Xia dynasty all thought so. In order to reassure them, I could only disperse the cultivation of the Haotian divine sword."
She paused for a while and sighed. "I believe in Hierarch Chen's magnanimity and trustworthiness. Since you said that Mr. Fourth would exchange with me, you wouldn't go back on your word. If the Sword Pavilion and the Xia dynasty don't do anything else, Mr. Fourth should be able to regain his freedom safely."
Chen Luoyang looked at Ying Qingqing. Although she was restraining her emotions, her disappointment was almost overflowing.
"Maybe Mr. Fifth and the others still don't trust you and your sect?"
Ying Qingqing shook her head.
Shi Jing, Li Tai, and the others insisted on bringing her and Jie Xingmang back. They were bound to take risks.
The first to bear the risk was Jie Xingmang, who was still in the hands of the Devil religion.
Not to mention losing an arm.
As long as he could stay alive, it was already a relatively ideal result.
"It doesn't matter what they think," Chen Luoyang said casually.
"If you're interested, you can ask them yourself after my sect captures them."
Ying Qingqing sighed again.
Watching her return to the guest room to rest, Chen Luoyang stayed in the hall alone.
He pondered alone.
After knowing that Xiu Zhe had joined hands with the Sword Pavilion and the Xia dynasty to save Helian Zhe, Chen Luoyang instead saw him as his own helper.
A helper who made Ying Qingqing fall to his side.
If it had been risky before, then with a helper like Xiu Zhe, he was more and more confident that he could grasp Ying Qingqing's mind.
The more righteous a girl was, the easier it was to take the bait.
Eunuch Xiao's attack on the palanquin was a pleasant surprise.
But after the conversation just now, Chen Luoyang suddenly realized that he didn't know Ying Qingqing well enough.
Facing this seemingly ignorant girl, he needed to be more cautious.
So, he gritted his teeth and refused to use the Haotian divine sword to heal him, and pretended in front of her.
It wasn't because Ying Qingqing had pretended to be stupid and fooled him once.
It was because this girl …
Was a secret.
Don't ask.
Asking was a secret.
It was all a f * cking secret!
Chen Luoyang smiled bitterly in his heart.
He couldn't make up his mind.
Should he just kill her?
Keep her at a respectful distance?
Keep her for observation?
All sorts of thoughts spun in Chen Luoyang's mind, rising and falling, circling back and forth.
Slowly, he shook his head and composed himself.
His fingers moved, and a piece of gravel appeared in his palm.
The gravel shone faintly like sunlight.
It was the shard of the Sword Pavilion Master's sword whetstone.
At this moment, the faint sword essence contained in it was faintly resonating with the Haotian sword energy in Chen Luoyang's body.
Previously, he had used this to verify that Ying Qingqing's Haotian sword essence was destroyed, and in the end, it was recovered.
Now that he was trying to figure out the sword essence, Chen Luoyang was enlightened.
The preparation for alchemy was almost done.
He could prepare to refine the Ten Transformations Vitality Restoration Pill.
As for external enemies …
Chen Luoyang lamented his shamelessness while communicating with Black Pot. Once again, the biographical information of Shi Jing and Xiu Zhe appeared in his mind.
Hmm, according to the newly updated text, Xiu Zhe no longer fought with Shi Jing and Li Tai, but he did not continue to cooperate. Instead, both parties parted ways and escaped separately.
It seemed that Xiu Zhe had calmed down and started to prioritize self-preservation.
Only by surviving would he have the chance to take revenge.
Although it was difficult to determine their exact whereabouts based on the biographical information of these two people, there were still some clues to follow.
After Chen Luoyang pondered and studied, he calmly commanded the group of Devil religion elites.
The Six Dragon Emperor Carriage flew calmly in the sky.
The group of Devil religion elites chased their opponents until they were in a state of panic and panic.
…
Two silhouettes flashed into a valley.
One of the silhouettes was carrying a third person.
It was the Sword Pavilion's Intellectual Sword, Shi Jing, and Flying Sword Nie Hua.
The person Nie Hua was carrying was naturally his Fourth Junior Brother, Absolute Sword Jie Xingmang.
Nie Hua put Jie Xingmang down and said to Shi Jing, "I will deal with the traces we left on the way here. You take care of Fourth Junior Brother."
Shi Jing nodded. Nie Hua left.
Jie Xingmang's face was pale and he was on the verge of death.
Most of the injuries on his body had been dealt with and were no longer as glaring.
Only his right arm was severed at the elbow.
Shi Jing looked at his Senior Brother in Silence and did not speak for a long time.
Slowly, he pulled out his sword.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Nie Hua, who was outside, suddenly felt uneasy and fearful.
He returned to the valley and was stunned by the scene in front of him.
Shi Jing's face was slightly pale, but his expression was calm and peaceful.
He bandaged his wounds and nodded at Nie Hua, "Third Senior Brother, you are back."
Jie Xingmang lay quietly beside him.
He was still breathing.
On the other side, there was a pool of blood and a severed right hand.
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