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In an unknown canyon.

The sky here is full of wind and sand, blocking out the sky and the sun. The narrow road is surrounded by rugged rocks and steep cliffs.

Qingzhu was dressed in a black outfit, with a black mask on his face, and walked forward with narrowed eyes.

Her pure white hair was ruffled by the strong wind, and the corners of her clothes were rustled by the strong wind.

He held the purple jade hairpin tightly with his right hand, wondering what he was thinking.

Not far behind her, a thin young man squinted his eyes and gritted his teeth and grabbed the stone in front of him without letting go, as if he was about to be blown away.

"Gan, I shouldn't have learned this Heaven-shattering Technique in the first place! It's useless and I'm not allowed to practice other techniques at the same time!"

The little magic stick was blown so hard by the strong wind that he could hardly open his eyes, and a lot of sand and dust got into his mouth and nose.

He couldn't help but curse secretly, and then spit in the side, spitting out all the sand in his mouth.

The reason why you can't practice other martial arts at the same time is not because Tianji Technique is very overbearing and it will not repel foreign energy like other martial arts, but because once you practice other martial arts, Tianji Technique will be useless.

The mind method is the foundation for practicing martial arts moves. If you can't cultivate internal strength, you can only practice external strength.

However, what made him feel even more distressed was that it was of no use to practice external skills. Instead, he was injured all over his body.

There is still great use for the Tianji Technique, so I don’t plan to throw away the little magic stick just yet.

Well, he broke the abacus...

He didn't have money to buy a new one either.

Therefore, the little magic stick can only settle for the next best thing and use a homemade sustenance - a wooden plate carved by himself!

The little magic stick raised his head again, but suddenly found that the green bamboo not far ahead had disappeared.

"Huh? Where are the people?"

He frowned and looked around, but still didn't see Qingzhu.

The sky full of wind and sand made it difficult to see further, and he couldn't see further.

Just as he was about to leave the stone and walk forward, a cold dagger was placed on the neck of the little magic stick.

"Why are you following me?"

At the same time, a cold voice came from behind him.

The little magic stick swallowed with a stiff face and raised his hands: "Don't... don't get excited, I have no ill intentions towards you!"

Someone caught him stalking him, and the little prodigy didn't know what to say for a while.

Did you tell Qingzhu that Aunt Lan is dead and you look a lot like her, so I followed you?

Not to mention whether she would believe it or not, he himself felt that this reason was not reliable at all.

"I asked you why you were following me!"

Qingzhu's tone was cold, and the dagger in his hand was closer to his neck. With just a slight pull, the little magic stick would die suddenly on the spot.

At this time, Qingzhu seemed to be a different person, completely different from the poisonous-mouthed girl before.

"Wait! Wait! I said it, I said it! Don't get excited!"

The little magic stick didn't dare to swallow anymore, for fear that he would be killed if he moved too much, so he said in a nervous tone.

Qingzhu remained silent, the dagger in his hand still not moving at all.

The little magic stick was in trouble and couldn't tell her. She would definitely not believe the reason he told her. For the sake of his own life, he decided to find a reason that sounded more convincing.

But this reason cannot show malice, otherwise if she believes it, she will still die!

The little magician's mind was working rapidly, and after a while, he finally came up with a more suitable explanation.

"I am the beggar from three years ago. I think you are beautiful. I fell in love with you the first time I saw you. I want to protect you, so I keep following you!"

The little magic stick suppressed the embarrassment in his heart and said this statement loudly.

"childish."

Qingzhu said with a cold voice and a cold face.

The little magic stick only felt that the dagger on her neck was taken away from her, and she couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

Although this rhetoric was very embarrassing and shameless when I said it.

But what is a face?

What kind of face do you need when you were almost dead just now?

It's best to survive...

"Plop!"

Before the thoughts in the little magic stick's head could fully emerge, he felt his eyes go dark and fell to the ground with a plop.

Qingzhu had no expression on his face and put back the dagger in his hand.
Chapter completed!