Traveling through the apocalypse to raise a beauty

Although Jing Yao's face didn't show much expression, everyone could clearly feel that she was in a good mood. The girl gently brushed the spear, her eyes full of nostalgia. She raised the corners of her lips slightly and looked at Mu Yao, "Do you want to watch me demonstrate this spear technique or should I teach you the moves?"

Mu Yao was still in shock. My little uncle, did you flirt with two girls at once? Did you do it on purpose or accidentally?

"Ayao?" Jing Yao called again.

Mu Yao let out an “ah” and seeing that Jing Yao was serious about teaching her some moves, she immediately took out her spear.

Both spears bear the Mu family crest and have lotus marks on them, but Mu Yao's spear is silver-white and has more and prettier lotus marks.

She stroked her spear with a complicated expression, thinking of her showy little uncle.

When my uncle was seventeen, he suffered a serious hand injury and left a hideous scar on the back of his hand that went all the way to his wrist. From then on, he could no longer touch a gun.

Back then, my uncle was so powerful that even Zhai Heng praised him by saying “the young are to be feared”, but now he can only sigh, what a pity.

Mu Yao lowered her eyes to look at her hand tightly gripping the gun, remembering that in reincarnation, she also had a hideous scar on her hand like her uncle's. Her fingertips trembled slightly. She liked the spear very much and had followed her father and teacher to learn since she was young. Because supernatural powers and the spear could not be combined, she spent more time than ordinary people to get used to it.

She couldn't imagine her state in reincarnation when she learned that she could no longer hold the spear. Perhaps she really wanted to commit suicide for a moment at that time?

In order to gain superpowers, she also learned boxing. Human energy is limited and few people can master two weapons at the same time. But Mu Yao did it. She learned boxing to perfection and also integrated the gun skills. But it was not enough. She always felt that it was not enough because she always felt that something was missing.

It was also because of this that she had not been able to break through to the ninth level and was stuck there.

She couldn't find her own "meaning".

The sword has sword intention and sword art, and of course the gun also has it. The gun has soul and intention. Only when you can comprehend and possess it can you truly break through to the ninth level.

Maybe she'll get her answer today.

Mu Yao raised her eyes and met Jing Yao's gaze. The fire power wrapped around the spear and stabbed towards Mu Yao's eyes. It was so fast that the afterimage was almost invisible. Mu Yao dodged sideways and raised the spear to block.

The two men fought from the ground to the air, and their figures were almost invisible.

Lan Yun tilted her head and looked at Zhen Qing, "Ah Qing, I've seen Aunt Jingyao's gun skills."

"Hmm?" Zhen Qing probably understood Mu Yao's feelings, and subconsciously asked after hearing Lan Yun's words, "Where have I seen you before?"

"Uncle Mu Xue." Lan Yun said softly, "I've seen Uncle Mu Xue play with a gun. Aunt Jing Yao's figure is very similar to that of little uncle."

Lan Yun will always remember that day.

He was fourteen years old that year, and Mu Yao had not returned from the military yet. However, the Lan family and the Jing family had a cooperation, so his father took him to visit the Jing family in person and talk about things. He was not interested in business matters, but he knew that his father took him with him so that he could negotiate with more people and accumulate connections for himself.

He felt bored at the time, and after getting permission from his father and the head of the Jing family, he began to wander around the Jing family. The flowers and plants in the backyard of the Jing family were well-maintained. When he stepped into the backyard, he happened to see Mu Xue and Jing Si playing.

Mu Xue was holding a spear with the Mu family emblem on it, which should be Jing Si's. Because Jing Si inherited the healing ability, even though she had the Mu family's Falling Star Spear, she didn't know how to use it. So Jing Si pestered Mu Xue to teach her how to use a gun. Mu Xue had no choice but to show Jing Si her gun skills.

That was the first time Lan Yun saw such beautiful shooting skills.

The moment the man picked up the gun, his temperament changed. Unlike Mu Yao's sharp and resolute shooting, Mu Xue's shooting was beautiful, combining both hardness and softness, and strong and sharp gusts of wind were formed as he swung the gun.

His figure was as slender as a pine tree, and the entire gun body was covered with a layer of white frost. The sharp tip of the gun drew a graceful arc in the air, and the gun shadow swayed like a dancing butterfly, light and agile. The gradually formed strong wind carried ice and snow, and swam freely around his body, carrying countless petals and sleeves dancing.

The white clothes fluttered in the wind, but the feet were not stained with dust. He was as light as a cloud, as if the cloud had accidentally fallen into the mortal world.

This shooting technique was obviously changed temporarily by the man. The originally fierce killing move was turned into an ornamental gun dance. The movements were as natural and smooth as flowing water, but one could still vaguely see the high-spirited spirit of the former favored son of heaven.

Lan Yun was stunned at that time.

Unfortunately, the man stopped dancing halfway. His hand holding the gun was shaking, and he had no strength to hold on and fell into the grass. He lowered his eyes and looked at his hand for a long time. Finally, he picked up the gun with shaking hands and handed it to Jing Si, saying with a very showy smile, "Si'er, do you understand?"

Jing Si was only six years old at the time. She had just got her own gun. She only knew that her father was very powerful. She happily threw herself into her father's arms, saying that Jing Si would be as powerful as her father. She did not notice the flash of sadness in her father's eyes.

He had heard from Mu Yao that Mu Xue's spearmanship had a very beautiful name - "Ling Xue Fei Hua".

Now Jing Yao's spear skills are very similar to Mu Xue's. Mu Xue's shadow can be vaguely seen. However, unlike the spear skills he danced with, it is truly sharp and fierce. Every move and every style contains infinite power and murderous intent.

Lan Yunhe said lightly, "What a pity."

Even though Mu Xue had taught Mu Yao and Jing Si this set of spear techniques, they still could not display the true "intention"; it was only one thousandth similar.

Everyone was speechless, and just looked at the two afterimages in the sky again.

The two spears collided, creating dazzling sparks. Through repeated exchanges of moves, Mu Yao gradually grasped what had been missing.

Every time the spears crossed, she felt like she was one step closer to the answer.

Suddenly, Jing Yao made a swift thrust. Mu Yao dodged sideways and a light bulb went off in her head. She finally understood that what she had been lacking all along was the love and persistence for marksmanship, as well as the free and easy and casual nature, as well as the "intention".

What Mu Yao has never been able to find is her own shooting skills. After years of practicing shooting, it is meaningless to just master all the shooting skills. She still does not have her own shooting skills and "intention".

Her gun lacks "soul" and "meaning".

For example, when Mu Xue was dancing with the spear, he had a sense of freedom and unruliness that was unique to him, and that was the "intention" of his spearmanship.

Mu Yao swung the spear in her hand more smoothly, until the moment when a light green gust of wind wrapped in green leaves and supernatural powers pierced Jing Yao, and green light spots in the air flew towards Mu Yao.

Countless streams of light surrounded her, and as the wind blew, strange phenomena appeared in the sky and earth. The wind was howling, and a typhoon formed with Mu Yao as the center. She stopped moving and lowered her eyes to look at the spear in her hand that emitted a dazzling light.

When she came back to her senses, her bottleneck finally loosened, the typhoon dissipated, and Mu Yao felt the power surging in her body, the excitement in her eyes overflowing.

The two put away their guns and stood. Jing Yao looked at Mu Yao with approval in his eyes. Mu Yao bowed 90 degrees to Jing Yao while holding the gun. "Thank you, auntie!"

Then she happily kissed her spear, and she broke through!

The girl flew towards Lan Yun, her white wings flapping happily, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! I broke through, I broke through!!!"

Lan Yun opened his arms to her. Mu Yao threw the gun into space, picked up the boy and spun him around. "Ah Yun, I have broken through to the ninth level! I have found my own "intention"!!"

Lan Yun's eyes curved as she hugged Mu Yao and kissed her on the forehead, "Congratulations, Yao."

Mu Yao pulled Lan Yun towards Zhen Qing and Qiu Bieyi, like a happy puppy. If she had a tail, it would have been shaking like a propeller. "Ah Qing, Ah Qing! I made a breakthrough!! Yay!!!"

Zhen Qing smiled helplessly. He waved at Mu Yao and watched the girl come over excitedly. He patted her forehead with his hand, and the warm purifying power was passed to her with blessings. "Congratulations, Mu Xiaoyao, for breaking through the ninth level."

Qiu Bieyi grabbed Mu Yao's collar to prevent her from jumping into Zhen Qing's arms in excitement, and said with a smile, "Congratulations, Yao."

Mu Yao looked at Gu Yuan and the others who were equally happy, "Ayang! Wen Sheng! I want to spar with you!!!"

Wei Yang was stunned for a moment, a little helpless, "Okay, let's go back and discuss again."

Gu Yuan hit Mu Yao on the head with a fan. Mu Yao, who was used to being hit all the time, did not dare to dodge even though she had already broken through to the ninth level. She covered her head and heard Gu Yuan's gentle voice, "Are you just going to leave Senior Jingyao in the sky like this?"

Mu Yao blinked and looked up at the sky. There was no Aunt Jingyao. Jingyao's figure became transparent, and the spear in her hand was wrapped in golden flames. "I'll take your uncle's spear away."

He gave it to me, so why should I give it back?

The excitement and joy on Mu Yao's face faded, and tears burst out of her eyes and flew into the air, "Aunt Jingyao!!"

"Ayao, I'm very happy to see you, and I'm also happy to know that my brother and Brother Mu have a child." Jing Yao smiled and looked at Zhen Qing, "I heard that you can make a wish?"

Zhenqing's golden pupils appeared, the rune on his forehead flickered slightly, and he nodded with tears in his eyes, "Yes."

"God, I hope you can heal Mu Xue's hand, okay?" Jing Yao's eyes were misty.

Zhenqing nodded, "Of course."

"Then, can I still use my merits to exchange for my brother's longevity?" Jing Yao asked gently, "This is my last wish."

Zhenqing was stunned for two seconds, then asked softly, "Are you sure?" Not making a wish for yourself?

"I'm sure." Jing Yao nodded. "He is my brother. I can't bear to see him die at the age of fifty. What's more, he took my brother Mu with him. My brother Mu is going to live a hundred years. How can I let him die for him?"

If she hadn't died early, Jing Wen wouldn't have had any chance of getting into trouble, huh!

Zhenqing's eyes were red, and he laughed, "God grant you."

"I also wish you a safe and smooth life in your next life, and that you will find your soulmate and grow old together." Qiu Bieyi smiled gently and said, "Thank you."

Mu Yao is his divine servant.

Thank you for helping Mu Yao break through. Without her, Mu Yao would still be confused and would not know how to find her own marksmanship and "intention".

With Jing Yao's clear laughter, the black blood-colored bead took shape. Mu Yao stepped forward to catch it. The girl looked at the silver inside the bead and finally couldn't help crying, "Aunt, thank you."

And even though she knew that her uncle had done nothing and that he and Jing Wen were actually in love with each other, she still felt that her uncle deserved to die. After so many years, such a good girl still loved him so much!!!

“Wuwuwuwuwuwu.” Mu Yao cried loudly while holding Lan Yun. She handed the beads to Zhen Qing and cried out, “Wow!” She said, “Why does my uncle do this!!!”

Everyone: "............"

That’s enough. I can’t feel sad at all, really.