Snow Color

Zhang Wuji is a complex character, the most obvious of which is his indecisiveness. As the original plot shows, he is always hesitant when it comes to relationships. He always has trouble making a choice between the four women in his life - his cousin Yin Li, his childhood sweetheart Zhou Zhiruo, the gentle and caring Xiao Zhao, and the clever and eccentric Zhao Min.

Zhang Wuji has a deep affection and compassion for his cousin Yin Li. They have known each other since childhood and have experienced many hardships together. This deep emotional bond makes Zhang Wuji particularly caring and considerate of Yin Li. However, whether this feeling can be called love, I am afraid that even Zhang Wuji himself is not sure.

Zhou Zhiruo is the eternal white moonlight in Zhang Wuji's heart. They spent a wonderful childhood together and had a pure and deep friendship with each other. Despite all the changes that happened later, Zhou Zhiruo's position in his heart is still unshakable.

Xiao Zhao won Zhang Wuji's love with her gentle and considerate personality. She silently guarded Zhang Wuji and gave him endless care and support. However, in the face of Xiao Zhao's deep affection, Zhang Wuji was still unable to make his own feelings clear.

Finally, the appearance of Zhao Min made Zhang Wuji fall into deep confusion. She was smart and eccentric, and there was a lot of sparks and fun between her and Zhang Wuji. Zhao Min's bold pursuit and firm belief also made Zhang Wuji's heart beat, but at the same time made him feel extremely entangled.

Zhang Wuji was wavering between these four women, unable to give up any of them. He knew that each of them was so important to him that he would rather escape than hurt any of them. This indecisive character not only made him miserable, but also brought a lot of trouble to the people around him.

Zhiruo has always been very disgusted with this kind of people, and at this moment she was secretly glad that she had nothing to do with this man.

Zhang Wuji stared at Brother Chang in front of him, his heart full of worry and concern. At this moment, he had no intention of listening to Zhu'er's words beside him, and all his attention was focused on the tense confrontation in front of him.

"Which flag do you belong to? How many ambushes are there on the way to the First Line Canyon? Has the Purple-Robed Dragon King arrived at Bright Summit?" Master Miejue held a long sword in her hand, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the other party, and asked sternly.

However, no one responded to the question. Nun Miejue was furious and swung the Heavenly Sword in her hand violently. With a flash of sword light, the arms of several believers beside and behind Chang Yuchun were cut off in an instant, and blood splattered everywhere.

Chang Yuchun remained silent, clenching his teeth. Seeing this, Nun Miejue pointed the tip of her sword at him again and said coldly: "The next one is you!"

Chang Yuchun said with a determined face, "Old thief, even if you chop off our heads, don't even think about getting any action plan from us!"

"Okay!" Nun Miejue was so angry that she was fuming. She waved her sword and was about to chop it down. But unexpectedly, someone came out to stop her. Her sharp eyes like a hawk swept around.

"Stop!" At this critical moment, Zhang Wuji saw that Chang Yuchun was about to meet with an accident, and shouted anxiously.

Zhou Zhiruo turned around and saw that it was Zhang Wuji who was speaking. Zhang Wuji then stepped forward. Zhu'er saw this and tried to stop him, but Zhang Wuji seemed to hear nothing and walked straight to Nun Miejue.

Nun Miejue slowly turned around and stared at Zhang Wuji, as if she wanted to see what this boy had to say.

"These people are unarmed, but Master is so cruel and brutal to them. This is really unbecoming of a great master!" Zhang Wuji said with a frown.

"Evil demons and heretics are free to be killed by anyone. What's cruel about it?" Nun Miejue answered with a cold and expressionless face, as if everything she did was justified.

“These people value righteousness over their own lives and are willing to die bravely. They are truly iron-clad heroes. How can they be called evil?” Zhang Wuji was indignant and could not help but raise his voice to refute.

"Hmph! The evil cultists sucked blood and killed people, and they killed my beloved disciple. This is a fact that you have witnessed with your own eyes. Isn't this evil?" Nun Miejue widened her eyes, stared at Zhang Wuji, and questioned in a stern tone.

"The Green-Winged Bat King only killed one person, but you have killed more than ten times as many people as him! He killed people with his teeth, and you, Master, killed people with your sword. In the final analysis, it's all killing. How can there be a distinction between good and evil?" Zhang Wuji retorted with a look of contempt.

"Well, you little brat, you dare to compare my master with that evil spirit, you are really tired of living!" A woman behind Nun Miejue was furious, strode out of the crowd, raised her hand and slapped Zhang Wuji hard. However, what she never expected was that her palm not only failed to hurt the other party, but was bounced back as if it hit an invisible air wall.

Nun Miejue stared with eyes wide open, looking at her beloved disciple being fiercely flung away by a powerful force in disbelief. She was secretly shocked: this seemingly ordinary boy actually had such a deep inner strength hidden in him! It was simply unbelievable!

"Great! It turns out that you have been hiding your talents all along. After getting along with you for the past few days, I thought you were just an ordinary teenager, but I never expected that you possessed peerless martial arts!" Nun Miejue's eyes were as sharp as swords, fixed on the person in front of her, as if she wanted to see through him.

Zhang Wuji was also shocked, and had never expected things to turn out like this. He was extremely anxious and hurried forward to check on the injured woman, but was blocked by the crowd.

Zhang Wuji was extremely worried and said, "Let me save them!"

Nun Miejue's mind raced, and she had already thought of a plan: the remnants of the evil sect were still useful, so it would be better to spare their lives. So she gave the disciples a look, asking them to come over. Now they were like caged beasts, unable to escape, and were no longer a threat!

Zhang Wuji couldn't help but look worried when he saw this. He quickly stepped forward and used acupuncture to stop the bleeding of the wounds of the Ming Cult members.

"Thank you for your heroic act, young hero. May I ask your name?" Chang Yuchun was overwhelmed with gratitude when he saw that the young man not only dared to stand up and defend them, but also personally saved the lives of the believers. At the same time, he was full of curiosity and admiration for this young man with superb martial arts and a kind heart.

Zhang Wuji stared at Chang Yuchun, and after a moment's silence, he slowly said, "You're welcome. My last name is Zeng, and my name is Aniu." He did not reveal his real identity. When Chang Yuchun knew it, he smiled and nodded to express his gratitude.