After chatting for a while, Zhang Sanfeng, an old man over a hundred years old, stood up and said goodbye.
Although he is old, he still understands the basic ways of the world.
The couple is so in love, how can he have the nerve to stay and continue to be an eyesore?
After discussion between the two generations, the grandfather and grandson decided that tonight or tomorrow night would be the best time to take action.
The rest of the disciples from the six sects should be arriving soon. If nothing unexpected happens, tonight and tomorrow night will be the best time for the rest of the disciples from the six sects to take action.
After the people from the six sects start to take action, Zhang Wuji and the others can just get involved.
…
After seeing Zhang Sanfeng off, Zhang Wuji quickly turned around and picked up Zhou Zhiruo.
At this time, Zhou Zhiruo was playing with the dagger she had just obtained.
After being suddenly picked up, she exclaimed: What are you doing, it's already dawn.
Zhang Wuji said with a wicked smile: Zhiruo, you're making me so greedy.
He threw Zhou Zhiruo onto the bed.
Zhou Zhiruo thought of what happened last night and quickly begged for mercy: No, no, Brother Wuji, it's dawn, please forgive me today.
Zhang Wuji said with a wicked smile: Zhiruo, have you forgotten that my master just officiated our marriage? We are now legally married, so what I am going to do is in accordance with the law and you are not allowed to resist.
Zhou Zhiruo defended herself shyly: What do you mean we are already a legal couple? Then what about what happened last night?
Zhang Wuji said: What happened last night is in the past. Today is our wedding day. As my wife, you must satisfy me.
Zhou Zhiruo's long, beautiful legs trembled.
She wanted to resist, but she also knew deep down that these actions were doomed to be futile.
Another hour passed.
Zhou Zhiruo was too tired, but even so, Zhang Wuji had no intention of letting her go.
Zhang Wuji's big hands kept holding her jade-like feet and refused to let go no matter what.
Zhou Zhiruo said almost pleadingly: Brother Wuji, it's dawn, please stop making trouble.
I am only twenty years old this year, my skin is still tight and my body is still fragrant. We still have plenty of time in the future. What's more, look at where this place is.
This is Dadu, the territory of the Mongols, and we are staying in an inn. I didn't dare to shout out loud. After we return to Guangmingding, you can still ask for whatever you want from me.
Brother Wuji, please let me go today. If you continue like this, I will be the one who goes astray.
Obsessed? Zhang Wuji laughed and said, “Zhiruo, this is the excuse I used yesterday.”
So I dare to conclude that this excuse must be false.
In order to verify whether you are lying to me, we must repeat the process just now...
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Zhou Zhiruo was on the verge of collapse, but she still felt incomparable satisfaction.
The more Zhang Wuji acted like this, the more secure she felt, and the more she felt that they would never be separated.
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Nearing three quarters after noon, the area around Caishikou was crowded with people again.
The Yuan Dynasty court was relatively trustworthy.
At least when it comes to beheading, he always keeps his word.
When it is said to kill, it will be killed; the number of people killed will be no more, no less.
Lu Zhangke nodded to several Mongolian soldiers.
After receiving the order, the soldiers quickly opened a cage.
Inside the cage is the leader of the Huashan Sect.
He had lost everything, all his disciples were killed, but he did not beg for mercy even at this point.
Because he understood that begging for mercy was useless.
What the leader of the Huashan Sect hates most now is not these Mongolian Tartars, nor the people of the Ming Cult.
But they are people from the other five major sects.
The Huashan Sect is located in deep mountains and dense forests, a true paradise.
But it was the people from the other five major sects who took turns persuading him that dragged his Huashan Sect into this muddy water.
Now that things have come to this, regret is useless.
If time could go back, he would rather join the Ming Cult in fighting against other sects.
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A white light flashed, and a head rolled more than ten feet away.
Zhang Wuji, who was far away, quickly covered Zhou Zhiruo's eyes.
Girls always look at these things.
Zhou Zhiruo pretended to be angry and opened his hand: What do you care? You've made me so tired that I haven't slept much for two days. I'm so sleepy now. Seeing some blood is just to refresh myself.
Zhang Wuji knew he was in the wrong, so he didn't dare to say anything.
All those killed today were from the Huashan Sect.
In fact, Zhang Wuji had guessed today's outcome since last night when the Huashan disciples failed to rescue their leader.
Huashan has been wiped out, and there is no point in keeping the leader. It would be better to kill him.
After thinking about this, Zhang Wuji said to Zhou Zhiruo.
Zhiruo, as I guess, after Huashan, the next destination is most likely Emei.
There are not many disciples in Emei. Half of them died in Guangmingding, and half died at the hands of the Mongols. Your master and your senior sisters are the only spark of fire in Emei.
Once they die, there will be no more Emei in this world.
Zhou Zhiruo nodded helplessly.
I know that although I have never had a good impression of Emei, I have lived there for ten years after all.
Even if you have no feelings for people, you will still have some feelings for the mountains, rivers, and plants there.
It is indeed a pity that a sect that has existed for hundreds of years has perished.
Zhang Wuji noticed Zhou Zhiruo's sadness and he quickly comforted her.
Zhiruo, don't worry. Things may turn around tonight or tomorrow.
When you and I came down from Guangmingding, we didn't have much hope.
At that time, I just wanted to try my luck in Dadu, but you see, people have already arrived one after another.
Even my master has come. He is a leading figure in the martial arts world. I don’t know how high his cultivation level is, but at the very least, it can’t be worse than mine.
With him, you and me here, plus some cannon fodder to cover us, it shouldn't be a problem to rescue a few people.
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