Qinchuan knew the other party's plot, so it was easy for him to deal with it.
"Good brother, let's go and have a drink. We have nothing better to do." Lang Kuan said.
Qinchuan smiled. "Another day, I still have something to do today." Qinchuan rejected.
It wasn't that he was afraid of being discovered, but that there was no need to do so.
"Alright, another day then." Lang Kuan nodded and left.
Qinchuan wanted to cultivate. Lang Yuan Holy Gate was a big sect, so he wanted to take a look at the Hidden Technique Pavilion. He was a disciple of the Holy Gate, so he could naturally enter. However, he was stopped by the elder in charge.
"This is the Hidden Technique Pavilion, you are not allowed to enter!" The elder said.
Qinchuan was stunned. "Not even disciples of the Holy Gate?"
"Disciples of the Holy Gate can enter, but they need to show their token. Otherwise, they are not allowed to enter." The elder said.
"Where can I find the token?" Qinchuan asked.
"I don't know, I only recognize the token, not the person."
Qinchuan could only return and look for Lang Jing.
"Third Uncle!"
"En, Qinchuan, you're here. Sit, have some tea with Third Uncle." Lang Jing smiled and invited Qinchuan to sit down.
He took out a teacup and filled it to seventy percent full.
"Come, try my tea. Let's see how it tastes." Lang Jing smiled.
Gentle, refined, and warm. For a moment, Qinchuan even wondered if he had recognized the wrong person. How could such a person be that kind of person? He even suspected that he had heard wrongly.
However, he knew that he couldn't be wrong.
As the saying went, you might know a person's face but not their heart. It didn't mean that evil people had to look fierce and not act like normal people.
In fact, good people and bad people were normal people most of the time. They would only choose to do good or bad things occasionally.
Lang Jing was a bad person, but a bad person was actually a capable person with charisma.
When Lang Jing appeared and killed Lin Tian for Lang Kuan, he was a good father. Putting everything else aside, from the conversation between father and son, Lang Jing treated Lang Kuan really well.
This was normal. Even a vicious tiger would not eat its cubs, let alone a human.
Qinchuan smiled as he sat down and drank slowly, "Hmm, not bad. Fragrant, distant, rejuvenating."
"Haha, this is made from the buds of the Lingyuan Mountain's Spirit Wood Tea Tree. If you like it, you can come here often." Lang Jing laughed.
"How can I do that? This is too much of a bother to Third Uncle," Qinchuan said.
"Not at all. You don't have to be so courteous with Third Uncle. We're family." Lang Jing smiled.
"Qinchuan!" Lang Jing frowned slightly and said.
"What is it, Third Uncle?"
"What do you think of good people and bad people?" Lang Jing asked.
"Good people do good, bad people do evil."
Qinchuan didn't know why Lang Jing was discussing this with him, but he still answered.
"What if we add in the benefits of doing good and doing evil?" Lang Jing asked.
"No matter what the reason is, doing good is doing good, and doing evil is doing evil. This isn't contradictory. The heavenly dao is fair. Actually, those who have been kind for nine or ten generations won't be at a disadvantage. Everything can't be just one side. It's like gain and loss. The more you gain, the more you lose." Qinchuan thought about it and said.
He didn't dare to say more. He was afraid that it would arouse the other party's suspicions.
Just like Lang Jing, even if she became the head of the Holy Gate in the end, she lost her kinship, second brother, and second brother's family. These bloodline things couldn't be measured by external factors.
Gain and loss depended on each person's standards.
Lang Jing thought about it. "You're right. You're not old, but you think a lot. No wonder that lass Lang Yuan likes you."
"I came out early, and I have no one to rely on. I can only rely on myself. I think I'm a kind person, and I like to make friends with kind people." Qinchuan smiled at Lang Jing.
Lang Jing's clear eyes and natural temperament made Lang Jing like him a little. It was good to have a nephew like him. At this moment, he felt that all his nephews were inferior to him.
"Oh right, why do you have time to look for Third Uncle?" Lang Jing smiled.
"I wanted to go to the Hidden Technique Pavilion, but I was stopped. Why do I need a token? I'm here to get one from Third Uncle." Qinchuan said.
"I forgot about the Hidden Technique Pavilion. It's actually sealed." Lang Jing said.
"Sealed? Third Uncle, you're the head. Isn't it up to you to seal it? "Qinchuan asked.
"Do you know the Holy Gate's main sect?" Lang Jing asked.
"Yes, I've heard of it."
"There's a saint in the Holy Gate's main sect, and he's the future sect head. He has a grudge with my Lang Yuan Family, and we were suppressed. This Hidden Technique Pavilion was sealed by him." Lang Jing said.
If it was in the past, Qinchuan would definitely believe it. But now, he really couldn't believe it. The relationship between Lang Jing and the saint was definitely not ordinary.
Qinchuan was depressed. He wanted to go to the Hidden Technique Pavilion to see if there was anything suitable for him, but he couldn't.
Since he couldn't, Qinchuan drank two cups of tea and left.
Seeing Qinchuan's figure disappear, a smile appeared on Lang Jing's face.
"I can't let you live. When I find Lang Yuan, I'll send you on your way." Lang Jing said softly.
Qinchuan, who was walking out, trembled.
He heard it, and his eyes looked forward. I'll definitely kill you in the future.
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Since he couldn't enter the Hidden Technique Pavilion, Qinchuan sneered. Since he couldn't enter openly, he didn't mind sneaking in. In fact, Qinchuan even had the urge to destroy the Hidden Technique Pavilion.
Riding the Great Earth Golden Dragon Bear, he entered the Hidden Technique Pavilion from underground.
There were restrictions on the Hidden Technique Pavilion, but these were small problems for Qinchuan.
Therefore, he easily passed through and entered the Hidden Technique Pavilion.
There were people in the Hidden Technique Pavilion.
Qinchuan saw that Lang Kuan and the rest were actually looking at cultivation techniques and battle techniques.
Seeing this, Qinchuan was even more displeased. He wasn't allowed to enter, but these people could look at anything they wanted.
Qinchuan knew that it was too difficult to find a super cultivation technique from here. Unless he picked up some leftovers, the good stuff wouldn't be in the Hidden Technique Pavilion, especially in the Hidden Technique Pavilion of a declining sect.
The main reason Qinchuan wanted to learn was because he saw Lang Jing's Everlasting Phantom Kill.
The other reason he wanted to learn was because Qinchuan had the Phantom Clone ability. Qinchuan felt that the Phantom Clone was the foundation of the Everlasting Phantom Kill. If he were to learn the Everlasting Phantom Kill now, it shouldn't be too difficult.
Qinchuan had the ability of the Golden God Eyes, so it was naturally easy for him to find things. After searching, Qinchuan really found it. It was a handwritten copy, and it was placed in a corner.
The treasure beast, Diamond Rat, immediately brought it back to Qinchuan.
The Hidden Technique Pavilion was huge and very quiet. Qinchuan sat down in a secluded corner.
Everlasting Phantom Kill.
Although it was handwritten, the words were very sharp.
He threw it into the Sumeru Mustard Seed and prepared to study it slowly when he got back.
As for whether it would attract attention, he didn't care.
Just as Qinchuan was about to leave, the Golden God Eyes inadvertently swept across the manual in Lang Kuan's hands, and he was stunned.
Necromancy Book!