Chapter 340: Slander (Part 1)
"No matter what his origins are, he is now my student Duan Qing. Don't make random guesses before the facts are clear."
Duan Qing was calm, without any emotional fluctuations, and even the cigarette that floated up did not shake.
"That's right, he is not my apprentice, why should I worry about it.
But if he dares to hurt Xi Ling, don't blame me for being merciless."
Qin Muxue's slender jade palm clenched lightly, and countless energy threads burst out to wrap the shattered debris.
In a few breaths, the book was restored to its original state, and she lowered her head and flipped through it again, as if the fragmentation was just an illusion.
But after turning two pages, Qin Muxue closed the book again and said coldly: "The Dragon Pool used by Jiang Qiming has dried up, and Jiang Mingyang has also survived. Can I leave? Xi Ling is still waiting for me in Tiangong."
"Go away, none of them are worry-free."
Duan Qing complained angrily, but Qin Muxue didn't care at all and left gracefully like an ice fairy.
Qin Muxue is responsible for Lin Xiling. This is the plan made by Duan Qing. She can't be partial to one and ignore the other.
Although in Duan Qing's opinion, Lin Xiling doesn't need help at all, but Jiang Mingyang needs more care.
But it's not nice to say it, and she is embarrassed to do it.
Duan Qing took a puff of cigarette, glanced at the room where Jiang Qiming was, and said disdainfully: "Sending the ninth level of the body refining realm to challenge my apprentice, if you are shameless, don't blame me for playing tricks."
After that, Duan Qing flicked the ash and left gracefully.
There are not so many coincidences in the world. The drying up of the Hualong Pond where Jiang Qiming was located was done by Duan Qing's instruction to Qin Muxue.
Qin Muxue used energy silk threads to block the power of Qi and blood in his room, and all flowed to Jiang Mingyang's room.
A ninth level of the body refining realm, one step away from advancing to the Qi refining realm master, actually shamelessly challenged Jiang Mingyang.
In Duan Qing's view, this is not a challenge, but naked revenge and annihilation.
The most abominable thing is that the death battle has been decided. Even if Jiang Qiming breaks through Jiang Mingyang, he must fight.
After practicing in the Hualong Pool for a month, Jiang Qiming will definitely enter the Qi Refining Realm, and Jiang Mingyang will definitely die at that time.
The Jiang family's foreign clan had a good plan, but they misjudged Duan Qing's means.
Although Duan Qing is powerful and has a high status, she has all the shortcomings of women.
She has never been a reasonable woman.
She doesn't even talk about reason, so how can she abide by the so-called rules.
A month passed quickly, and Jiang Mingyang woke up in meditation.
The moment he opened his eyes, there were sparks flickering in his eyes, as if the stars of the universe were being nurtured.
Huh...
Jiang Mingyang exhaled, and the hot flames rippled, as if extending his hands and feet, swaying around his body, and instantly occupying the entire room.
Inhale...
Jiang Mingyang inhaled slowly, and the flames poured into his body like a tide. Not only did he not feel any discomfort, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.
"Hahaha, even without psychic weapons, I can control the flames."
Jiang Mingyang stood up suddenly, laughed heartily and wanted to push the door open, but found that he was not wearing any clothes at all.
"Fuck, this is embarrassing.
No wonder Duan Yaojing asked me to take off my clothes..."
Jiang Mingyang was depressed and embarrassed to contact Duan Qing, so he had to contact Bao Sichen with the help of the watch.
When activating the bloodline, the flames burned all the clothes...
At the same time, Jiang Qiming finally waited until the time came and rushed out of the Dragon Pond impatiently.
This month of torture almost made Jiang Qiming collapse.
Three thousand credits for one hour of cultivation in the Dragon Pond!
It's 72,000 a day, and thirty days is a lot of work and few credits. How much wealth can be exchanged.
The family helped him exchange a large number of credits, hoping to help him break through the Qi Refining Realm in one fell swoop and kill Jiang Mingyang in the name of truth.
But he spent thirty days in jail, and his cultivation didn't improve at all. Instead, his breath was impetuous and his state was extremely bad. Anyone would be furious.
Bao Sichen received a message and sent clothes to Jiang Mingyang. When he passed the reception hall, Jiang Qiming was yelling at a male tutor.
"What the hell is going on!
I spent two million credits, why is there a malfunction!
Why are other people fine, why is it that my practice room has a problem!
I'm about to advance, but because of the interruption of the flow, all my efforts have been wasted. You have to compensate me!"
The male teacher was about fifty years old, with a very energetic crew cut, and his hair was upside down.
This person's name is Gengzhi, Geng for loyal and honest, and Zhi for straightforward.
He looked very straightforward, but his way of speaking was quite different...
"My classmate, you know that the Hualong Pool often has problems.
Report the problem to the middle management. Why are you yelling at me, an old man? I can't help you solve the problem."
Gengzhi explained slowly, and took out a booklet that was almost torn from under the reception desk and handed it to Jiang Qiming.
"The instructions for use clearly state that the Hualong Pool will intermittently throttle or cut off the flow due to the power tide.
The school does not bear any responsibility for the throttling or cutting off of the power tide, and it is all borne by the user.
If you do not accept this clause, you are not allowed to use the Hualong Pool.
The establishment of the transaction means that the user is familiar with and accepts this clause."
Gengzhi shrugged his shoulders, looking indifferent, which made Jiang Qiming furious.
"I want to complain to you. You are irresponsible and you are deliberately harming students.
Students, come and see, there is such a tutor in Dongsheng, shameless and self-enriched..."
Jiang Qiming roared loudly, and many classmates quickly gathered around him and pointed fingers at Gengzhi.
Geng Zhi breathed a sigh of relief and took a sip of tea, showing no sign of anger.
He is like a veteran in a business organization. He works as a monk every day and never spends an extra moment on his work.
It is precisely because of his attitude that he is often looked down upon by his classmates, and his words become increasingly rude.
Just when Jiang Qiming was venting his anger, a roar came from outside the crowd.
"What nonsense are you making! I've never seen anyone so shameless."
The crowd parted automatically, revealing Jiang Mingyang's tall figure wearing a white T-shirt and blue jeans.
Jiang Mingyang put his hands in his pockets and sarcastically said as he walked forward: "You are a waste, you have not made any progress in your cultivation, and you rely on the Hualong Pond to cut off the flow.
Why don't you say that the instability of the moon's tides and the outbreak of sunspots caused your failure in cultivation?
Of course you can't say that. Who can you ask to compensate for the family resources wasted because of your waste? "
Jiang Mingyang's words can be described as heart-breaking, and the nature of them is distorted in just a few words.
Jiang Qiming held his breath in his heart and almost lost his breath.
Geng Zhi, the mentor, was reading the newspaper in Lao Shenzai. When he heard Jiang Mingyang's words, he couldn't help but look at him several times.
There are not many young people nowadays who can confuse right and wrong like this.
"Jiang Mingyang! You are so slanderous!"
The veins on Jiang Qiming's neck and forehead popped out, and the terrifying evil energy spurted out, as if Jiang Mingyang was going to be torn into pieces.
Jiang Mingyang took a step back, pretending to be frightened and said: "What are you yelling about? It's reasonable but not loud.
You feel guilty, right? I said it hurts you, right? You are angry because of shame, right? "