Practice Remembering You

Zhang Yu and Wu Mengjie went to open the cage.

When the prisoners saw the two people coming, they were frightened and stepped back. Although the cage was open, no one dared to leave.

"We have killed all the bandits. You can go home now." Wu Mengjie said.

However, the people inside still didn't dare to move, and they all looked at Zhang Yu and the others with fear.

"We are here to save you, go, get out."

"If you don't believe me, you can go out and take a look. There really are no bandits here."

Wu Mengjie and Zhang Yu said a lot more, but these people remained indifferent. Their numbness and cowardice made both of them a little angry.

Just when the two wanted to go directly into the prison and forcibly drag the person out, Zheng Qianli stopped them and said, "Let's go."

"But……"

"Let's go, they will naturally come out." After saying that, Zheng Qianli walked out without looking back.

Seeing this, the two of them had no choice but to leave.

Watching the three people leave, the people in the cage waited for a long time, and finally someone plucked up the courage to try to get out, while the others looked at him worriedly.

After a long time, the man walked out, saw the dead bandits outside, rubbed his eyes hard, and then ran back excitedly. Soon, all the people in the prison followed him out.

In the distance, Zhang Yu and Wu Mengjie, who were hiding in the bushes, were completely relieved after seeing this.

Then he asked Zheng Qianli with some doubt: "Master Zheng, why didn't these people listen to us when we said that? As soon as we left, they came out instead?"

"You are strangers to them, so it's normal for them not to believe you, and you now..." Zheng Qianli opened his mouth when he said this, and suddenly realized that he had said too much.

"And what's wrong with us now?" Wu Mengjie asked.

"Nothing." Zheng Qianli shook his head: "Go back, take a good rest today. Tomorrow I will teach you how to contact spiritual energy and formally practice."

When Wu Mengjie heard that he was going to start practicing formally, he no longer cared about the previous topic.

Although Zhang Yu was a little concerned, seeing that Master Zheng didn't say anything, he thought there must be a reason.

Wu Mengjie glanced at the sky and said, "Master Zheng, it's getting dark. Can we go back today? Why don't we rest here for a night before leaving?"

Zheng Qianli smiled slightly: "No need, we can go back before dark."

After saying that, he circulated his Qi and waved his hands: "Control the wind, hurry!"

Two gusts of light green wind wrapped around Zhang Yu and Wu Mengjie, and they immediately felt as light as feathers.

With a normal step, you can easily leap forward two or three meters. If you are running, you can take one step to four or five meters. If you use light walking skills, then seven or eight meters is no problem.

The most important thing is that in the current state, even if they perform light skills throughout the whole process, the two of them do not feel tired, and the fatigue is compensated by Zheng Qianli's true qi.

As for Zheng Qianli, he flew directly into the air, which made Zhang Yu and Wu Mengjie feel itchy.

The sun had just set when the three of them arrived at Qiuling Mountain. When they reached the stairs, Zhang Yu and Wu Mengjie paused, thinking back to the time when they climbed the stairs.

Zheng Qianli looked at the two of them, smiled slightly, and fell from the air. He led the way and used his true energy to open a path to separate the spiritual energy pressure. The three of them quickly reached the top of the mountain.

Zhang Yu and Wu Mengjie returned to their room. As soon as they entered the room, a strong feeling of fatigue came over them, and they lay down on the bed to rest.

Late at night, in Zhang Yu's room.

Zhang Yu, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if something was pulling at his body.

This reminded him of the bandit leader he had killed. He woke up with a start. When he opened his eyes, he saw a dark shadow dragging his clothes in front of his bed. This scared Zhang Yu!

"Who!" Zhang Yu shouted angrily, his body suddenly jumped up from the bed and entered a defensive state.

As soon as Zhang Yu jumped up, the black shadow suddenly rushed over. Zhang Yu immediately used his grappling skills to fight against it. With a clasping of his hands, he grabbed the opponent's arm.

However, when Zhang Yu was about to do something else, a strong wave of true energy suddenly burst out from the other party's body!

Zhang Yu was shocked so much that his whole body stiffened for a moment, during which time he was pressed down on the bed by the other party.

Although the other party caught him, he did not continue to hurt him. At this time, both of them calmed down, and then Zhang Yu saw who the other party was in the moonlight.

But after seeing who the other person was, he felt even more panicked for some reason, because the person turned out to be An Ruhua.

"Master An... Master An?" Zhang Yu's tone was a little stiff: "What do you want to talk to me about?"

"Don't be nervous, Xiao Yuyu." An Ruhua suppressed Zhang Yu: "You are very talented. In a few years at most, you will enter the cultivation world and become a cultivator. There is not much difference between our cultivation levels, so you don't have to call me master. Calling me old is rude."

"So...what should I call you?"

"What do you think you should call me?"

"Auntie An."

After saying this, Zhang Yu felt An Ruhua's strength increasing. His wrist was in pain from being grabbed, so he quickly changed his words: "Sister An!"

Hearing this name, An Ruhua's face with obvious wrinkles suddenly smiled. Under the moonlight, the wrinkles on An Ruhua's face were particularly clear, making her look like a mannequin, which made people feel uncomfortable.

However, Zhang Yu didn't dare to comment on this, so she could only talk about other topics: "Um, Sister An, can you let me go first?"

"Oh! Sorry, I was a little excited for a moment and forgot." An Ruhua quickly let go of Zhang Yu, which made Zhang Yu breathe a sigh of relief.

"Xiao Yuyu, do you believe in fate?" An Ruhua suddenly said this.

Zhang Yu was stunned by this question: "Fate? Uh... this, I don't know whether I believe it or not."

"Fate is wonderful. I think you should believe it." An Ruhua suddenly stared at Zhang Yu.

An Ruhua's appearance made Zhang Yu feel a chill down his spine, and he felt as if something bad was about to happen to him.

Forced into a corner, Zhang Yu quickly changed his words: "I didn't really believe it before, but since I entered the Wuzheng Hall, I feel that everything is predestined."

"See, right!" An Ruhua heard Zhang Yu's words, and that unsettling smile appeared again: "Xiao Yuyu, you know, ever since you came here, I feel that there is a strong connection between us."

"Uh..." Zhang Yu was speechless, and felt so terrible right now. Is there anyone who can save me? But obviously no one, so I can only save myself. I asked with gritted teeth: "Why did Sister An say that?"

"Before you climbed to the top of Mount Qiuling, I was at a bottleneck in my cultivation. But when you came up that day, I broke through the bottleneck and became a stronger cultivator than that old man Cheng Shang!"

"But it wasn't just me who came up that day. Wu Mengjie also came up there, and he came up earlier than me."

"Wu Mengjie is different from you."

"Why... why is this happening?"

An Ruhua grabbed Zhang Yu's hand and looked at him affectionately: "Because our names, except for the different surnames, are pronounced the same."

"???" Zhang Yu was full of questions: "Wait, Sister An, is my brain not working well? Why don't I understand it? Our names are pronounced the same? How... are they the same? Is there something wrong with the characters I learned back then?"

An Ruhua smiled mysteriously: "Of course I'm not talking about the name An Ruhua. This is a name I made up myself. It means beautiful as a flower and jade, which suits me very well."

Zhang Yu's mouth was a little stiff: "So, Sister An's real name is An Yu? The same character as my name?"

An Ruhua shook her head: "My real name is An Wang."

"Lord An?" Zhang Yu repeated the name according to An Ruhua's pronunciation, and then said in bewilderment, "But it doesn't sound the same as my name. And it's a million miles away."

An Wang waved his hand: "Look at my name, Wang Jia, isn't it pronounced as Yu? My Yu and your Yu have the same pronunciation, isn't this fate?"

Zhang Yu's eyes couldn't help but widen, and he complained wildly in his heart, "Can you be more far-fetched?"

"That..." Zhang Yu's brows almost never stopped wrinkling: "I didn't expect why "king" plus "lord" can become jade. Can you write it for me?"

Prince An knew why Zhang Yu had such doubts, so he used his true energy to randomly capture a stone and carved his own name on the wall.

Only then did Zhang Yu see what it was. The last character in An Wang 丶 was “丶”, not “主” as he had thought.