Nostalgic?
Miejue shook his head helplessly.
She was still very satisfied with her disciple, but for some reason, she always felt that there seemed to be something hidden deep in Zhou Zhiruo's heart.
As for what exactly she was hiding, even Miejue, who was over fifty years old, still hadn't guessed it.
On the other side, Zhang Wuji and Zhu'er had already arrived at a place seventy miles away from Guangmingding.
There are dense forests, blue sky and white clouds, and the stream is crystal clear.
After thinking for a while, he said to Zhu'er.
Let's rest here for a day.
Zhu'er said in surprise: What's wrong, Brother Wuji, Guangmingding is not far ahead. If you are tired, I will carry you on my back.
Zhang Wuji shook his head.
He suddenly dropped the cane in his hand.
According to time, my injury will be healed in one day, and I need to master some things within this day.
What do you mean by mastering something? asked Spider.
Zhang Wuji patted her head and said, "You'll know when the time comes."
Even though his legs still ached slightly, he still walked carefully into the stream next to him.
The stream was about ten feet wide and no more than three feet deep. Zhang Wuji squatted down in the stream carefully.
Zhu'er, please step aside for a moment. I want to take a bath.
You want to take a bath? But your injury! Zhu'er's face showed a trace of worry.
Zhang Wuji knew what she was worried about, it was nothing more than his own injuries.
After thinking for a while, he said to Zhu'er: My injury is no longer serious.
If you want to admire me taking a shower, I won't stop you.
Zhu'er's face turned red with shame again.
Who wants to see you? I think you are becoming more and more shameless. You were not like this in the past.
The spider ran away quickly.
He was still a little bothered by the "past" that Zhu'er mentioned, but he quickly suppressed that thought.
"Now is not the time to think about these things. Let's talk about the future after the battle of Bright Summit."
In his mind, Zhang Wuji kept recalling the secrets of the Nine Yang Divine Art.
Although he was not the one who achieved this martial art, fortunately, every word in it was engraved deep in his soul like a knife or an axe.
…
When he raised his hand, the wind and forest moved strangely, and when he lowered his hand, the grass and trees stopped suddenly, and dazzling white light gathered around him.
The birds in the mountains and forests were also circling above his head.
When the spider not far away saw this scene, it thought something strange was happening.
She quickly got up and ran to the stream.
Several small fish were struggling behind Zhang Wuji. The West Creek behind him had dried up, but in front of him, an invisible and colorless barrier appeared.
The stream in front of the barrier could no longer flow forward.
The river is broken and the flow is stopped! Zhu'er was extremely shocked: What a domineering internal force! Even Yang Xiao, the number one master of the Ming Cult, may not be able to achieve this level.
Time passed little by little, and the stream water gathered in front of Zhang Wuji gradually became more than ten feet high.
Zhang Wuji opened his eyes with satisfaction.
The Nine Yang Divine Art was indeed powerful. How could such a good thing be lost after so many years? It was all due to the selfishness of these so-called martial artists.
Zhang Wuji had already made up his mind.
After the battle of Bright Summit, I must pass on the Nine Yang Divine Art. The more people who learn it, the better.
…
After a moment, Zhang Wuji withdrew his internal energy, and the blocked stream began to flow again.
Zhang Wuji lay down and let the stream water wash over his body.
Brother Wuji...
When Zhu'er saw Zhang Wuji lying down, she thought he had encountered some accident.
She rushed into the stream desperately, and just as she was struggling to grab Zhang Wuji's arm.
But he jumped up from the stream.
Zhang Wuji held Zhu'er's waist and flew out of the stream. This scared Zhu'er to death, but her heart was also at ease.
After landing, Zhu'er quickly hit Zhang Wuji lightly on the chest.
You scared me to death. I thought something happened to you. You are such a skilled martial artist, why did you hide it from me?
Looking at Zhu'er's slightly aggrieved expression, he smiled and said: I didn't hide it from you. A few days ago, I told you to give up the poison attack you are practicing now so that I can teach you what I know.
You said you didn't want to learn.
Zhu'er knew that she was in the wrong, but then she said: At that time, you didn't say that what you wanted to teach me would be so powerful.
Zhang Wuji smiled and pinched Zhu'er's face: At that time, I didn't know that what I knew was so powerful.
I mean what I say. Once we've settled down a bit, I'll pass it on to you. I'll do my best to teach you, but I can't guarantee how much you can learn.
After seeing how powerful Zhang Wuji was, Zhu'er no longer had any concerns.
Although she couldn't guarantee that her brother Wuji was not as unfaithful as her damn father.
But she dared to guarantee that her brother Wuji, even if he was a little fickle, would not lie to her about this matter.
Zhu'er said excitedly: Then it's a deal. After we settle down, you will pass on all your skills to me.
…
Zhang Wuji and Zhu'er rested for a day beside the stream.
During the break of the day, they both took a bath.
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