Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Under Elder Liao's divine sense probing, "Zhu Wuji" returned to the barrier and fell asleep immediately!

This situation undoubtedly confirms Elder Liao's guess.

It really was enlightenment in a dream!

He had never seen such a unique way of cultivating the Dao. On Pinglan Mountain, accompanied by a gentle breeze, he actually glimpsed the Dao of the Sword in his dream. Could it be that his master was truly useless?

Elder Liao was somewhat depressed.

Han Ge came to learn swordsmanship as always.

Looking at his prized disciple, he recalled the scene from just now, and after much hesitation, he finally spoke:

"As a sword cultivator, you may be arrogant and haughty at a certain stage, but this does not mean you should look down on others."

"You have to acknowledge the strength of your opponent."

"You can only prove your strength when you defeat your opponent."

Elder Liao's advice was tactful, leaving Han Ge completely bewildered, wondering why his master had spoken in this way.

But Master is right!

Only when the opponent is strong enough can one become stronger by defeating the opponent!

He immediately nodded in agreement.

After Han Ge left, Elder Liao immediately shifted his divine sense back to Zhu Wuji's courtyard to watch the live broadcast.

Just as he expected, Zhu Wuji was jolted awake from his dream and immediately ran to the courtyard, where he took out his sword and brandished it.

However, no matter what he did, he couldn't unleash a sword strike.

Elder Liao was so anxious that he scratched his head and cheeks.

He watched as Zhu Wuji took out the wine jug, gulped down several large mouthfuls, and then slapped his forehead, saying:

"I have misunderstood my own disciple!"

How can this be allowed!

Therefore, when Zhu Wuyao woke up from her dream again and tried to wield her sword in the courtyard to no avail, a figure suddenly appeared before her eyes. It was none other than her cheap master.

Before Zhu Wuyao could even step forward to pay his respects, Elder Liao waved his hand dismissively.

In the courtyard, several jars of fine wine sealed in mud were displayed before him. Judging from the reluctance in Elder Liao's eyes, these were all his treasures!

He struggled to look away, turning to the stunned Zhu Wuji before him, and said:

"Since you did not inherit my swordsmanship, it is good that you can inherit my drinking capacity."

"Since you enjoy drinking, I, as your teacher, will not let you down. Take it!"

He said the last three words through gritted teeth.

Zhu Wuyao was about to say something more when Elder Liao, as if afraid he would change his mind, turned and disappeared.

This……

Zhu Wuyao's eyes flickered as he began to guess where this had come from. Before long, he understood why Elder Liao had given him the wine.

If it were just a matter of seeing "Zhu Wuji" practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard, Elder Liao's attitude towards him probably wouldn't have changed so quickly.

That is, because of the spiritual energy fluctuations when entering and exiting the barrier, he went to the sword-training platform to find himself.

A sense of crisis rose in her heart.

I've decided to try my luck in the Sword Trial Realm next time, to lower my ranking and then raise it again, to look like a lost sheep "seeking the Way".

With Elder Liao's personal guidance, "Zhu Wuji" naturally made further progress.

She picked up the wine jar and broke the clay seal.

The aroma of the wine wafted over, intoxicating the senses, and one couldn't help but silently give Elder Liao a thumbs up.

nice guy!

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Beixuan City.

Many days have passed since they parted ways that day, enough time for Ji Yuezhang to return to the Ji family and pay his respects to his grandfather.

That was enough for her to use the magical artifact given to her by Zhu Wuyao to sneak out of the house again.

A woman came to the Ink Trace Bookstore.

A new book that speaks volumes from the very first word.

Shopkeeper Li sized up the late Foundation Establishment cultivator and personally greeted her. The woman exchanged the "Ten Days Without Sealing the Blade" for copper coins, but she seemed somewhat disappointed.

She had read this book before.

Ji Yuezhang closed the storybook and asked, "Are there any newer ones?"

Li Fuwei shook his head and recommended:

"The Doraemon stories have become quite famous lately. Are you interested, young lady?"

She was slightly disheartened, but still bought a few copies, though she wasn't in a hurry to open them.

Ji Yuezhang had asked his grandfather to inquire about the Star-Picking Tower, but Zhu Wuyao had not returned to the Star-Picking Tower. The reason he came to find the storybook was only to find out where Ayao was.

After they parted that day, she had no way of knowing whether A-Yao was safe or not.

If I don't want to see you, then I don't want to see you.

I need to keep her informed about what's been going on!

After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Is Gu Lang, the young master of the Gu family, here?"

Li Fuwei was pondering who this girl was, feeling that she looked familiar and as if he had seen her somewhere before. Hearing her talk about Wuyu and Daodao, and then asking about Gu Lang, he guessed that perhaps this person had some connection with those two.

Before he could even speak, he heard a "clatter" at the doorway, the sound of a folding fan falling to the ground.

Gu Lang stood frozen at the doorway, rubbing his eyes vigorously.

Over the years, Gu Lang had also been searching for Ji Yuezhang's whereabouts, and the old friend he had been searching for in vain suddenly appeared in the bookstore!

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the familiar woman in the white dress!

Gu Lang mechanically stepped forward, seemingly in disbelief, and reached out to pinch Ji Yuezhang's shoulder.

Then, under Manager Li's ghost-like gaze, she hugged Ji Yuezhang and began to wail loudly:

"Waaaah—Miss Ji, you're finally back!"

"You've been turned into a deity statue... Waaah, I even offered incense for you and prayed for your safe return. Did you receive it? Not only is your grandfather heartbroken, but I'm also thinking of you!"

"..."

Listening to Gu Lang's ramblings, Ji Yuezhang managed to extricate himself and, together with Manager Li, dragged him to the back room, away from the gaze of the bookstore's customers, thus salvaging the reputation of the young master of the Gu family business.

Only after expressing his deepest longings did Gu Lang gradually calm down. After searching for so many years without success, he was truly afraid that he would never find the person again.

Only then did I finally feel relieved.

He grabbed Ji Yuezhang's sleeve and hurriedly asked:

"Does Miss Zhu know this now?"

He wasn't in Nanli City when the flood happened, and he didn't witness it firsthand. By the time he returned, it was too late. Only Zhu Wuyao firmly believed that he would definitely find Ji Yuezhang.

Upon hearing this, Ji Yuezhang immediately said:

"I came to see you because of this matter. Do you know how she is doing? Is it possible to contact her?"

Although Gu Lang was just an unimportant junior member of the Gu family, he was able to mobilize the Gu family's information network within certain restrictions.

Upon hearing Ji Yuezhang's question, Gu Lang's eyes flickered, and he avoided the main point, replying:

"The Southern Blood Erosion Curse has reappeared in the martial world. In the details, it seems that Master Wuyan is mentioned. It is said that near the Seven Illusions Sect of Point Star, someone is using Master Wuyan's name to have some friction with a minor sect called the Queshan Clan."

Gu Lang was unaware of the cause and effect.

But he refused to believe that his old friend, who had once clamored to save the world, would turn against innocent people.

Therefore, he described the blatant killing as a minor altercation, trying to avoid letting Miss Ji misunderstand, and decided to meet her in person first.

But he guessed wrong.

Ji Yuezhang knew it perfectly well.

She paused for a moment, then said:

"If she were truly a bloodthirsty person, she should have been eliminated completely, so how could her infamy have spread throughout the world?"

I traveled from south to north.

"According to the cultivators, Daoist Wuyan is ruthless and merciless, and has committed acts of annihilation against the sect and slaughtered the cultivators of the Juque Sect. He is infamous for his viciousness."

"In the eyes of ordinary people, the Silent Daoist is compassionate and benevolent, performs chivalrous deeds, and draws his sword against the more wicked and powerful. His good deeds are evident."