Chapter 182 - True and False

In the late autumn of September, the air in Hejian Mansion could already be called icy cold.

Since the sudden drop in temperature a few days ago, this Hejian Prefecture has been completely covered by the cold wind.

Now it has been raining for several days.

The pattering rain slapped the streets and alleys of Hejian Mansion, and the damp and cold air drowned everything.

There are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road.

Many dead branches without leaves in the city stand quietly in the rain. The jagged tree trunk looks like a skinny corpse with teeth and claws.

The mortal world still maintains the most basic order.

The weather is cool and rainy, and people are relaxed.

In a rainy season like this, wild beasts seldom wandered and hunted. Those weak animals can get a short period of peace in the rain.

And the human world may be the same.

Under the continuous rain, even a high-level martial arts master would not want to go out and kill someone.

Because of the arrival of this autumn rain, the Hejian Mansion had a rare three days of peace without any new murders.

The Yamen's catchers all gathered in the squad room, surrounded by charcoal fires to keep warm, played cards, and passed the precious boring time.

The high-ranking officials and dignitaries also did not go out, and gathered in their homes to chat for entertainment.

The dance pavilions, singing platforms and painting boat brothels by the Shaoxian River are much deserted.

Those young women leaning lazily by the window, watching the boats swimming on the river, yawned and wondered when the rain would end.

In the fields outside the city, people in coir raincoats and straw hats took advantage of the continuous autumn rain to harvest rice in the fields.

In this season when the rain is cold and the roads are muddy and difficult to walk, those martial arts people who come and go from high to high rarely come and go. So these ordinary people who don't know martial arts are much safer.

Every year, they take advantage of the continuous autumn rains to rush to harvest rice.

Even in the cold autumn rain, when stepping on the muddy field, the skin was already blue from the cold, but he didn't dare to stop...

The Hejian Mansion in the rain is such a peaceful, but inexplicably bleak scene of life.

And in such a cold autumn rain, outside Tongming Lane, a man in green clothes came slowly from the rain.

The umbrella in the woman's hand opened the rain curtain, and the autumn wind was bleak and the raindrops splashed, but the woman under the umbrella could not be touched.

Delicate cloth shoes, when stepping in the rain, can not drip, it is even more miraculous.

And in Tongming Lane, Kong Ning, who had been meditating for three days, slowly opened his eyes.

Under the traction of the Qi machine, he became aware of the arrival of the unexpected guest.

Under the eaves not far away, Liu Ruxue was teaching Caiwei to read.

Xiantian Dao body is early intelligent and intelligent, but within half a month, Caiwei already knows all the characters. When writing with a pen, the handwriting is beautiful and vaguely has the demeanor of everyone.

Although Liu Ruxue taught well, Caiwei's own talent cannot be ignored.

Today's little girls can even write and write, and start to appreciate poetry.

Kong Ning thought for a while, but did not interrupt their teaching.

Instead, with a gesture of raising his hand, the hideous phantom of the ghost, Benboer, slowly emerged from the courtyard.

When the rain fell on Ben Bo'er, it passed directly through its transparent body.

The giant ape who died tragically under Kong Ning's sword now bowed respectfully to Kong Ning, then walked to the door and opened the courtyard door.

Outside the door, the woman in Tsing Yi was slightly surprised.

Holding an umbrella, she looked at the ghost standing by the door, and looked up and down.

This old demon in Yuanshen Realm, once under the command of Cheng Huang Chang Wuyu, was ferocious and brutal, beheading countless demons, and had a great reputation among demons in Hejian Mansion.

However, the current it is respectful and obedient, without the slightest hint of unruliness.

The translucent phantom respectfully got out of the way and stood aside, like the most loyal old slave, completely unable to connect it with the vicious general.

"Your Majesty has been waiting for a long time," the ghost said respectfully, stepped aside and motioned for the woman to come in.

The woman in Tsing Yi smiled slightly and stepped into the courtyard holding an umbrella.

However, the scene she saw made her slightly startled.

What appeared in front of the woman was not an ordinary courtyard, but a peach blossom forest in full bloom.

In the fragrant peach blossom forest, a small pavilion stands facing the lake. The man in the pavilion looked at her quietly, waiting for her arrival.

Smelling the faint fragrance of peach blossoms in the air and feeling the moist breath of the cold rain, the woman was a little surprised.

Holding an umbrella, she headed for the pavilion by the lake.

She saw the man waiting for her in the kiosk, as well as the exquisite pastries on the table, and the slightly steaming tea.

The woman put away the paper umbrella in her hand, and handed it to the ghost standing beside her respectfully, and said with a smile: "The envoy is such a powerful illusion, it's almost as if the real one is false."

She smiled and sat down in front of Kong Ning, acting casual and elegant.

Feel free.

It seems that the two are old friends who have known each other for a long time.

After sitting down, she unceremoniously stretched out her hand, picked up a piece of pastry in front of her, and chewed lightly.

His eyes suddenly sparkled.

"...What a delicious pastry!" The woman smiled in surprise, "I can hardly tell that this pastry is fake."

Kong Ning, who was sitting opposite her, smiled and said, "Perhaps this pastry itself is real..."

When Kong Ning was refining the sky, relying on the illusion blessed by the talisman, he was already able to hide from Jiaolong Guangyun Lord's perception.

Now, with his more than five hundred years of Taoism and Yuanshen realm cultivation base, the illusions displayed by him are even more difficult to distinguish between true and false.

Even if the woman in front of her is Fairy Lingmei, one of the Four Demon Kings of Hejian Mansion.

It is also difficult for her to distinguish the authenticity of the pastry in her hand.

Not knowing the reason why the monster in front of him came to the door, the other party behaved casually and kindly, Kong Ning also saw the tricks.

Whether it is to find out the truth, or to fight and kill, Kong Ning can satisfy him.

In the sky, the bleak autumn rain has continued.

When those rainwater fell in the gorgeous and fragrant peach blossom forest, the rainwater slapped the petals, making a barely audible sound.

The woman sipped the pastry in her hand, looked at everything in front of her with a smile, and said, "Is the girl behind the envoy also an illusion?"

Behind Kong Ning, Hong Dou, a maid dressed in red, had a cold face, drooping eyebrows and eyes, standing quietly with a sword in her arms, with almost no sense of presence.

Kong Ning smiled and said: "Fairy can treat her as an illusion, or as a real person."

"Everything is up to the fairy's will."

As Kong Ning said, he tapped his finger on the stone table.

Behind him, figures flickered silently, and one after another, maid Hong Dou came out with the fairy sword in her arms.

In the blink of an eye, behind Kong Ning, there were figures of red-clothed maids standing behind him.

Fairy Lingmei's eyes were slightly shocked.

Because with her spiritual sense, at such a close distance, she couldn't tell which of the maids in front of her was a real person and which was an illusion.

This Black Lotus Holy Envoy is not only powerful in sword intent, but also so terrifying in illusion skills?