Snow Color

Zhiruo watched as Nun Miejue became interested in the Zhang Wuji in front of her, and secretly thought about testing out his skills.

However, Zhang Wuji had no intention of being an enemy of the nun. All he hoped was that both sides could stop fighting, resolve their grievances, and live in peace.

"You want me to stop just because of one word from you, little brat?" Nun Miejue was full of suspicion, with a hint of anger mixed in with her disbelief.

Zhang Wuji knew that the nun had a strong personality and was not easily moved by words, but he still tried to convince her with reason and emotion, and persuade her to let go of her hatred: "Nun, as a Buddhist nun you should be compassionate. Please have mercy on me!" His words were full of earnestness.

"Shut up! How can it be your turn as a youngster to teach me a lesson? You are so confident of your profound internal strength that you are talking nonsense here. Well, if you are really capable of taking three of my palms, I will let these people go." Nun Miejue became more and more annoyed with this stubborn brat who pleaded for the people of the Demon Sect. She decided to teach him a lesson and let him know how powerful she is.

"Master..." Zhang Wuji was extremely anxious upon hearing this and was about to beg for mercy.

"Don't say anything more! Just take it!" Nun Miejue was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. She directly handed the Sword of the Heavenly Sword to Bei Jinyi beside her for safekeeping, ready to teach this ungrateful person a lesson.

Zhiruo secretly admired Zhang Wuji, but at the same time she did not agree with his rash behavior. Although this could save people temporarily, it was like adding fuel to the fire. Moreover, Zhang Wuji, who had just entered the martial arts world, knew very little about the world and the dynamics of the martial arts world. In fact, sometimes Zhang Wuji's excessive sympathy would backfire.

Zhiruo herself does not have much aversion to the Ming Cult, but she has heard many stories about Ming Cult disciples oppressing the people and taking lives lightly when she was traveling in the martial arts world. Today's Ming Cult is a mixed bag, and most people have innocent blood on their hands. Perhaps for Zhang Wuji, he has been favored by the Ming Cult since he was a child, and this experience has left a deep impression on him. Therefore, in his eyes, the current siege of the Ming Cult by the six major sects is a big mistake. However, this siege of Guangmingding may be wrong, and in fact it has also been supported by many people in the martial arts world.

Let alone other things, just in Wudang Sect, the reason why Yu Dayan and Yu Sanxia are now in such a miserable state of paralysis and bedridden is all due to Zhang Wuji's mother Yin Susu. She framed and framed Yu Sanxia, ​​which caused this disaster. Besides, the Green-winged Bat King Wei Yixiao, whenever he was sick, he had to suck human blood to relieve it. I don't know how many innocent lives were lost in his hands. And Yang Xiao, he destroyed Yin Liting's happy marriage, isn't this a fact? Today's Mingjiao has actually fallen into a situation of no leader, no one can restrain the followers, and they are more and more reckless. Zhiruo naturally has no good feelings towards such a Mingjiao. However, those who are called righteous people in the world are not all good people, and there are also good and bad people among them. However, these people may be bound and fettered by many factors such as face and reputation, so they will inevitably have some scruples when doing things, so most people usually don't easily create trouble or cause any trouble. However, most people in the Mingjiao lack restraint, and their behavior is entirely based on their personal temperament. Some people even act recklessly. Under the banner of the Mingjiao, they oppress the people, forcibly take women, and do all kinds of evil.

Zhiruo now wants to find someone, find him in the Ming Cult, give him help, and help him end the situation where the people cannot live and work in peace and the world is in chaos sooner and faster, and build a unified and strong country. Zhiruo has a great liking for this person, and he is very respectable in their eyes.

Zhiruo looked at Nun Miejue and Zhang Wuji in front of her, while Song Qingshu standing beside her seemed a little indifferent. Song Qingshu didn't seem to have many thoughts or feelings about the current situation.

However, at this moment, Song Qingshu suddenly noticed that his sixth uncle was staring at Zhang Wuji intently, as if he had seen something surprising. Then, he heard his sixth uncle murmur softly, "Fifth Brother."

Hearing this address, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel puzzled, and quickly turned around and asked: "Sixth Uncle, what did you just say? I... I seem to see the shadow of my fifth brother in him." Yin Liting's voice contained a hint of disbelief, but more of confusion and bewilderment.

Yin Liting tried hard to recall every bit of his time with his fifth brother, and an inexplicable sense of intimacy surged in his heart. But then he shook his head and thought to himself: "This is impossible. The fifth brother has passed away for many years, and even Wuji unfortunately fell off a cliff and his life or death is unknown. Maybe I am just seeing things..." Thinking of this, Yin Liting's eyes revealed a deep sadness and helplessness.

Nun Miejue stared at the boy who had received two of her palms with wide eyes, and was secretly surprised. He sat cross-legged, and in an instant he became energetic and refreshed, as if the internal injuries he had just suffered had no effect on him. Such a deep internal force is extremely rare! Nun Miejue was shocked, but more of it was anger - facing such a stubborn boy, she had long been unable to tolerate it.

However, at this moment, Nun Miejue suddenly realized that this boy was definitely not an ordinary person. If she continued to let him develop, he would become a big problem in the future. So, she made a quick decision and decided to use her real unique skill: the overwhelming palm energy!

Just as Nun Miejue was about to deliver the fatal blow, a figure came sprinting over like a bird, shouting, "Wait!"

Seeing this, Nun Miejue had to stop for the time being, staring coldly at the uninvited guest, and asked in a stern voice: "Who are you? How dare you ruin my good deeds!"

After the man landed gracefully, he clasped his fists and saluted, his voice as loud as a bell: "My surname is Yin, and my courtesy name is Yewang." It turned out that this man was Yin Yewang, the son of Yin Tianzheng, the White-browed Eagle King. He rushed over in a hurry and happened to see Master Miejue sharpening her knife against the boy, so he stepped forward.

When Master Miejue learned that the visitor was the son of the White-browed Eagle King, she was shocked and obviously caught off guard.

"Master, I will lead the third palm strike." King Yin Ye looked at Master Miejue with sharp eyes.

"You..." Nun Miejue looked shocked.

"Is it possible..." asked King Yin Ye.