"She has acquiesced."

When Si Zhi left alone, Zhi Ying knew that she no longer cared about her learning swordsmanship from Ju Lue.

Zhi Ying wanted to know what Ju Luedu Si Zhi said that could make Si Zhi, who had been sharp-eyed and quick-witted just now, change his mind and leave him here with confidence.

What does that glance mean?

"How is your practice with Jiang Qiuyuebai?"

Zhiying was stunned for a moment, Ju slightly knew what he was thinking, but he didn't say a word at the moment, probably because he didn't want to let himself know what they had discussed.

She only replied respectfully: "It's a little better than last night, but I still don't understand God's will. It still needs time."

Ju slightly nodded his chin and said, "Try it once and let me see."

Zhiying responded, but did not immediately summon Cangsha. Instead, he took out a porcelain cup and handed it to Ju Lue with a bright smile on his face.

She said in a clear voice: "I made lotus root soup today. I thought it would be hard for my senior brother to teach me swordsmanship, so I specially left a cup for him. Senior brother can drink the lotus root soup and watch me dance the sword at the same time."

After calling "Senior Brother" for the first time in front of Si Zhi, Zhi Ying felt more calm now that she was shouting, and she still had the pride and pride of her former classmates showing off their senior status in front of her.

Ju slightly opened the lid of the cup, smelled the fragrance of lotus roots wafting out of it, and felt the warm air hitting his face. He was in a trance, and an unpleasant memory that had been dusty in his mind was revealed.

The clear spiritual energy overflowing from the lotus root soup made him wake up, and he asked: "Snow lotus root?"

Zhiying smiled and nodded.

Just as she was waiting for a compliment, a voice as sharp as the arctic wind blew into her ears: "Don't send these cooked things in the future, I don't like it."

I don't like it.

Zhiying asked: "Isn't it delicious? But you haven't tasted it yet!"

Ju Lue threw the porcelain cup into the river, and the "dong" sound hit Zhiying's heart like a stone.

He repeated it with a cold face: "I told you not to give away these cooked things."

Weaver Ying was stung by his direct expression of disgust, as the vapor of sullen anger swirled maliciously in his eyes.

She glanced at the endlessly flowing river, pushed back the moisture in her eyes, summoned Cangsha and held it in her hand, poured all the anger filling her chest into the Cangsha sword, and slashed at the roaring waves with one sword.

out.

Ju Lue, who was wandering in the sky, heard a sharp dragon roar, woke up in an instant, and then looked towards the river.

A silver dragon rolled out from the Cangsha Sword and cut the surging river in half as easily as chopping melons and vegetables. But the river stopped for a moment, and the majestic silver dragon turned into nothingness in the blink of an eye, as if it had never been there before.

Never appeared.

This brief scene made Zhi Ying, who drew her sword, dumbfounded. What had she done? Did the powerful silver dragon come out of her sword just now?

"I'm not dreaming, am I?" Zhiying whispered softly.

Ju Lue, who was watching on the sidelines, was amazed by this short scene. It took him four days to summon Canglong, and at that time he had abundant spiritual power and stable cultivation.

Ju Lue looked at Zhi Ying with complicated eyes, who was still confused and self-doubting. He recalled the thoughtful look in Emperor Donghua's eyes on the day of her ascension, which seemed to be both pity and hope, and he had concerns in his heart.

He stepped forward and affirmed to the dazed Zhi Ying: "Well done."

After receiving Ju Lue's affirmation, Zhi Ying was excited. After being excited for a while, he began to regret: "It only lasted a few seconds."

Not arrogant or impatient, very good.

Ju Lue's eyes flashed with admiration, because the disgust caused by the lotus root soup was gone, and he gave Zhi Ying a few words of advice: "Every time you draw a sword, you need to have a firm mind and a willing heart to move the sword. Only then will the sword in your hand be close to yours."

The power to achieve.”

Zhiying looked at the sky in confusion, what was she thinking when she drew her sword just now?

Oh, she took Dahe as a target for throwing lotus root soup at her, and then used Cangwu to chop it down hard.

Zhi Ying slowly squinted at Ju Lue and found that his eyes were as calm as a mirror, his expression was calm and collected, and his body was as unmoving as a rock.

She silently patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, he didn't hear her.

The moment Zhiying turned around, the veins on Ju Lue's forehead twitched, and he turned to her and said, "Try again."

"Um."

Without doubting that he was there, Zhiying raised Cangwu again and struck it down towards the river.

However, this time, the river was the same as the first time. The sword was used to cut the water and the water flowed even more. It seemed that the power of the silver dragon just released was just an accident caused by the river opening up.

She glanced at Ju Lue slyly, feeling very guilty.

Ju Lue turned around and looked into her eyes: "Anger, resentment, and so on are all contained in thoughts. They may have a temporary burst of power, but if there are too many of these negative thoughts, they will go crazy."

Zhiying's heart skipped a beat, and he forgot that his thoughts were once again read through by Ju Lue, and he asked in horror: "What will happen if you become possessed?"

Ju Lui's eyes, as straightforward as the sun's rays, concealed an almost cruel coldness: "He will become a demon forever."

Because of negative thoughts, he becomes a demon forever, but...

"Are the demons in Guixu really heinous?"

Ju Lue took a deep look at her, looked at the stars on the night sky, and said deeply: "Good and evil are not divided by race."

From Zhiying's sight, Ju Lue raised his smooth chin proudly, and his thin eyebrows did not even let the light of the moon shine through, leaving only a hazy mist of dawn, burying all his emotions.

For the first time, the cold and arrogant general showed such an expression that made Zhi Ying feel sad.

Her thoughts began to wander again.

Could it be that like the male protagonist in the play, he fell in love with the demons and had to cut off contact with the people he loved because of this inhumane prohibition from the gods?

Ju, who was in a restless mood, didn't notice Zhi Ying's thoughts. He closed his eyes and concentrated, and opened them until he was not surprised by external objects: "Yuehuasheng, sit down."

Zhiying suddenly came back to his senses, crossed his legs and performed the breathing method.

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Under Ju Lue's guidance, Zhi Ying finally learned Jiang Qiu Yue Bai.

According to the cultivation method created by Xuanzu Yuanjun taught by Ju Lue, her spiritual power has also grown rapidly, and in just one month she has returned to the level she had when she first walked into Xingluo Forest.

Such an achievement that surprised Zhiying only made Julue nod. From that day when the silver dragon first appeared, Julue never praised her again.

Zhiying reflected and suddenly realized that it must be because he made Jiang Qiuyue Baishi angry because of his thoughts, so he was so indifferent.

Zhi Ying was not afraid of his indifference, but was afraid that he would regret and stop teaching her. Fortunately, Ju Lue was a very honest person. When Zhi Ying's Jiang Qiu Yue Bai became proficient in using it, he began to teach her the next move.

In the afternoon, Zhiying practiced the second posture of holding onto the moon at the Yuhu Lake on the observation deck.

In this style, you use your sword to cut out a thin water mirror from the lake, and then smash the water mirror into pieces, and the fragments fly.

The Yuhu Mirror is extremely useful.

For people like Zhi Ying who do not have enough spiritual power, careful use of spiritual power will avoid unnecessary consumption of spiritual power and maximize the fighting time.

As for the cutting mirror in the lake, it uses the sharp sword force to draw a mirror as a shield to block the attack for a moment, and finally uses all the strength of the sword to converge on the tip of the sword, shattering the water mirror, and the fragments become a sharp hidden weapon.

Zhiying set up a barrier on the viewing platform, causing clouds to turn into water, simulating lake water, and locked herself in the barrier to practice looking at the Yuhu mirror.

The Immortal Attendant elves in the Shadow Palace have become accustomed to the Yingbu Yun affairs arranged by Zhi Ying and do not bother her at the observation deck. Dansheng, who was appointed by Zhi Ying as the Immortal Attendant General Manager, is in the back hall sorting out the transcripts for Zhi Ying.

Various medical classics and pharmacopeias.

She knew that the gods had immortality, but she still decided to learn medical skills while learning swordsmanship.

Although Si Zhi and Qu Mi have told her more than once that the most important thing to avoid in practice is miscellaneous rather than refined, Zhi Ying feels that this is not a problem, it is nothing more than time and concentration.

Because Shadow Weaver has a talent that no one can match, which is the ability to categorize and place content from different time periods.

Figuratively speaking, she has several boxes in her mind, containing different things. She can open the boxes she needs at will, either all the boxes at the same time or one or more of them.

Therefore, swordsmanship and medical skills can be performed completely separately without disturbing each other. Si Zhi and Qu Mi's worries are completely unfounded.

It took one month to learn Jiang Qiuyuebai, which shows that she has the strength and talent. Zhiying is very confident in her path to advancement.

An arc was drawn on the water surface. At the moment when the starting point and the end point coincided, a drop of water jumped up from the tip of the sword. The water drop leisurely returned to the water, creating several layers of tiny ripples on the smooth water mirror.

Failed again.

"Is this the sixth time? Haste makes waste, and doing things in one go is not your style. Come here and take a rest!" Little Golden Crow shouted to Zhi Ying, who was standing in the center of the observation deck holding a sword.

Zhiying restored the water accumulated on the cloud bricks into clouds, opened the barrier, walked to the pavilion, snatched the bowl from Little Golden Crow's hand with one hand, and snorted: "You are eating and drinking here, and you have the nerve to mock me.

I!"

"What does 'eating and drinking' mean? I brought this lotus root to you!" Xiao Jinwu jumped up and pointed at the uncut lotus root on the table.

"Then why did you bring it?" Weaver Ying raised her chin, not showing any signs of weakness.

Man said that she has returned to her cultivation. This is her shadow palace alone. A strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake. What else can his little Golden Crow do to her?

As for Little Golden Crow as the "strong dragon"...

Emperor Donghua seemed to know the taste of the marrow, and he especially liked to drink the lotus root soup made by Zhiying. He sent him over several times to ask for the lotus root soup, otherwise he would be expelled from the school.

With such a foodie master at the stall, what else can Xiao Jinwu do?

Thinking of this, Xiao Jinwu waved his hand impatiently: "...Okay! It's not okay if I don't say it anymore!"

The corner of Zhiying's mouth raised, and he returned the soup bowl to him, and asked shamelessly: "The so-called authorities are obsessed with it, but bystanders know clearly. I have tried so many times just now, and every time I am stuck at the stage of painting the mirror. Can you tell what I am doing next to you?"
To be continued...