Zhou Zhiruo stood on the top of the cliff holding a wooden sword and dancing with the sword.
Here you can overlook the entire Golden Summit of Emei. Ever since Mie Mie came down from the mountain, she has been here twelve hours a day to take care of her.
Of course, the meals were brought to me by the senior sisters in turns. When I was washing, I just used my internal strength to wash away the dirt all over my body. As for defecation, I hid behind the rocks, directly facing the cliff.
Many other senior sisters like to do this, it feels so cool.
Anyway, only Lele knew, and it would not affect her image of a beautiful and pure junior sister at all.
On top of the cliff, there are thousands of walls, with a beautiful scenery of ice and snow above, and an abyss below, where the clouds and mist never disperse. Zhiruo is holding a wooden sword, dancing back and forth, showing off his sword skills.
The sword style is gentle and agile, and the pretty figure is like a willow blown by the wind, looming on the cliff.
The little yellow cat sat aside with melon seeds in front of him, licking them and looking at them with relish.
The shit shoveling officer understands cats.
On the cliff, Zhiruo was not only performing a set of sword techniques. Since her physical skills were perfected and her spirit had been broken through, she had almost mastered all the sword techniques in Emei.
Sometimes it is watertight and focused on defense. Sometimes the tip of the sword buzzes continuously, like a rabbit rising and a snipe falling, with unparalleled speed. Sometimes the posture is graceful but full of power. After a while, it is full of evil energy, ferocious and manic, like a tiger descending from the mountain.
The swordsmanship of each school can be picked up at your fingertips, like a horse flying in the sky, leaving no trace behind.
A wooden sword seemed to be wielded by her like a divine sword. On the cliff, the air flow was surging, and the wind was blowing. Even the melon seeds in front of the little yellow cat were broken into pieces by the strong wind, which just saved him the trouble.
Peel it off.
On the stone steps of the cliff, Ding Minjun tried to climb up with his sword in hand.
When she returned to the room, she became more and more angry as she thought about it. Is the master old and confused? Let a fourteen-year-old girl, the junior sister, protect them? Does she need protection?
No need at all!
Moreover, the Emei Sect has inexplicably added the position of a sword-wielding elder. What does master mean? Does she supervise them? Doesn't she usually perform well enough?
After peeing in the toilet again and changing his shoes, Ding Minjun finally couldn't help it and climbed to Sheshen Cliff alone.
Today she wants to use her strength to prove who is the Emei Sect, the first person under the master!
"Swish, swish, swish~" Ding Minjun looked up and saw the disillusioned figure of his little junior sister on the cliff. She could be seen almost everywhere, and even the swordsmanship used by everyone was different.
The key is that the junior sister used a wooden sword, but there seemed to be cold light flashing on the edge of her wooden sword.
Jian Gang!
Ding Minjun once saw it on his master's Yitian Sword. The sword's power was so powerful that it was indestructible.
But how did the junior sister use a wooden sword to do it? And with this movement, she felt that she might not be able to catch up. If she fought her, could she survive three moves?
After continuing to watch for a while, the junior sister didn't stop. The sword was shining brightly, and the surrounding clouds even formed a huge vortex without even realizing it.
And in the center of the whirlpool is a pretty girl.
After a long time, the sword stopped.
The girl raised her sword, concentrated her mind, and slashed.
"Buzz~"
For an instant, the turbulent sea of clouds paused, and then was directly separated by the sword, and a huge gap appeared.
Ding Minjun opened his mouth unknowingly. If this sword struck the small lake at the foot of the mountain, would it be able to cut off the flow with one sword?
With this kind of strength, she even doubted that her master could beat him? At least in the more than ten years she had been with him, she seemed to have never seen her master with such majestic momentum and power.
The key to such swordsmanship is that the junior sister is only fourteen years old.
A terrifying guess suddenly arose in Ding Minjun's heart. Will the junior sister be able to compete with the now invincible Zhang Zhenren in the future?
Then when I go out in the future, should I just shout: My junior sister is Zhou Zhiruo! Then no one will dare to mess with her?
After all, the fact that the Seven Heroes of Wudang have achieved such a great reputation is, in her opinion, mostly because of Zhang Sanfeng.
"Senior Sister Ding, what are you doing here? Are there enemies on the mountain?" Zhiruo sheathed her sword, asked with a calm face and a smile.
Ding Minjun was stunned.
The girl saw the sword in Senior Sister's hand and said thoughtfully: "Senior Sister Ding, are you here to compete with me in martial arts?"
Ding Minjun:
I said I came here to see the scenery, do you believe it?
After hesitating for a moment, Ding Minjun said solemnly: "Junior sister Zhiruo, who has been training hard for more than twenty years, was defeated by senior sister Ji Xiaofu ten years ago. Today, I will not surrender!
Come on, let me know where our real differences lie!
Even if I lose, I will not give up. I will prove to Master that I am the most suitable person to be the head of the Emei Sect."
"Qiang!" Ding Minjun pulled out his sword.
"Draw out the sword! If you still recognize me as your senior sister, don't hold back. Let me see the real gap between us, and let me know the direction of my efforts!" Ding Minjun said loudly.
The little yellow cat's eyes lit up.
Well done, Sister Ding, I support you!
Among other things, he likes to watch girls fight, no, compete in martial arts.
Zhou Zhiruo held the wooden sword in his hand and raised it to his chest, standing proudly.
As a warrior, keeping your hands open is an insult to your opponent's sword, and even more so to your enemy.
"Senior Sister Ding, take the move!"
Ding Minjun has bright eyes and is ready for battle. She has practiced hard for more than 20 years. Even if she loses today, she must lose with dignity.
"Qiang~"
After one move, Ding Minjun felt the wooden sword on his neck and fell into deep thought.
Junior sister, I asked you not to let go, but you really don’t let go at all? How can I step down if you act like this?
Next time you go to the hot spring for a bath, I must work with the junior sisters to touch you from top to bottom!
I can't beat you in a fight, but I can't touch you with so many people?
snort!
Staring at Senior Sister's angry look, Zhou Zhiruo put away her wooden sword and said with a smile: "Senior Sister Ding, do you know? I have two wishes in this life.
One is to avenge my parents, but the Yuan Bing who killed them back then has been sent to the Bodhisattva by Master Zhang to repent. So if Wudang is in trouble in the future, I can take action once.
The other is the wish of my parents, for me to live well. I hope that everyone will be the same as before. The seniors and sisters on the mountain all love each other and don't quarrel over trivial matters.
As for me, I don’t want to be the head of the Emei Sect at all. I like to read books, practice swordplay, drink tea with Lele in the mountains, and grab food every day.
This kind of life is what I like best.”
Ding Minjun's expression calmed down. The junior sister had said so, so don't touch him twice when the time comes.
After thinking for a moment, he suddenly thought: "Junior sister, that's what you think. But in Master's eyes, in this Emei sect, you may be the only one qualified to inherit her mantle.
And with her no-nonsense character, aren’t you going to be the leader by then?”
Zhiruo stepped forward, and their pretty faces were almost touching. Ding Minjun could even smell the scent of the little junior sister's mouth, the faint fragrance of orchids, and he could even see the fine hairs on the little junior sister's white and tender face.
So beautiful!
"Little junior sister, what are you going to do?" Ding Minjun reacted, and her ears instantly turned red.
This is so pretty!
Zhou Zhiruo smiled: "Senior sister, do you know why my martial arts is so high?"
Ding Minjun's heart moved. This was something strange to her. The Emei Sect is a major sect of righteousness. Even the Zhen Sect's internal strength: the Emei Nine Yang Gong, is about gradual progress and relies on accumulated training over time.
How old is the junior sister? Fourteen years old. At such an age, no matter how she calculates, she will not have such ability.
Could it be that he has practiced some magic skills? Isn’t this a lack of martial ethics?
Of course, if this martial arts could be taught to her, she would pretend she didn't know it.
Seeing the senior sister's face changing very quickly, Zhou Zhiruo smiled and said: "My martial arts is good, first of all: of course because of my outstanding talent and my unremitting efforts every day, as well as Lele's little help.
Second: It was because of a chance encounter that I obtained an incredible secret skill. Master, her martial arts have improved rapidly, which actually has a lot to do with this secret skill."
Ding Minjun's heart moved, "Little junior sister, try hard? Isn't this nonsense? Who doesn't study medical skills every day? When all the junior sisters on the mountain are blind?"
Lele, a little help? How can a little kitten help? Or is there any hidden master in Mount Emei? A unique skill?
"Little junior sister, what do you mean?" Ding Minjun asked curiously, and even a sense of hope suddenly rose in his heart.
Is the junior sister going to teach her martial arts?
Zhiruo stretched out her little finger and tapped the senior sister's face. When she pressed lightly, a small red dot appeared.
The internal strength of the Emei School has the effect of nourishing yin and nourishing the skin, so the skin of the senior sisters is not bad.
Noticing that Senior Sister's face was red from being pressed by him, Zhiruo stopped: "Senior Sister Ding, Master told me before he left that all my Emei disciples are women. It is not easy to travel around the world. We should unite as one."
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And she asked me that if the senior sisters are diligent and eager to learn, they can choose a few people to teach me Emei's unique skills and strengthen my sect."
Ding Minjun's heart moved, and he suddenly remembered that he fined his junior sister a hundred taels of silver a few days ago, her eyes were red, and she looked pitiful.
I glanced around, but there was no one there.
After thinking for a moment, she took out a one-hundred-tael silver note from her arms and stuffed it directly into her little junior sister's arms without any scruples.
"Little junior sister, you see I am very diligent and studious, right?"
Zhiruo trembled her eyebrows: "Senior sister, don't do this. You make it difficult for me to do this."
Ding Minjun observed the little junior sister's expression. Although her face was very hesitant, she was still a little reserved, so she understood.
Need more money!
Gritting his teeth, Ding Minjun took out a handful of banknotes from his arms, which totaled about five hundred taels, and then looked at his junior sister pleadingly.
It was definitely beyond her means to exchange such a small amount of money for magical skills, but that was all she had.
This is her pocket money for a quarter!
Zhiruo made a casual estimate and was very happy. This amount of money should be enough for Lele to make melon seeds for a year!
Senior Sister Ding always likes to bully her in the hot spring pool!
"Little junior sister, look, am I diligent now?"
"Well, I don't know about the other senior sisters, but I can clearly see how diligent and studious Senior Sister Ding is. Look, I have a lot of unique skills at my disposal now. Which one do you want to learn?
Forging muscles and bones, spiral nine shadows, heart-destroying palm, strong-destroying divine claws, great devil-subduing fist, white python whip technique, five-stringed hand swing, flying catkin strength, breath-holding secrets, acupuncture points, acupuncture relief, soul-moving techniques..."
Ding Minjun was a little dumbfounded when he heard a series of unique skills from the little junior sister's mouth. Where are you ordering? There are so many, how can you learn them?
Seeing that senior sister seemed a little confused, Zhiruo reminded: "Yi Jin Bone Forging can improve senior sister's bones. If combined with the unique secret medicine I developed, which only costs ten taels of silver each, senior sister's skills can be improved."
Rapid progress in a few years.
Other secret arts are profound and complicated in terms of power transformation. I suggest that senior sister learn only one, otherwise it will be easy to bite off more than you can chew and achieve nothing in the end."
Ding Minjun was a little hesitant.
"Little junior sister, do you know everything?"
Zhiruo raised her head and said proudly: "Of course!"
Although every time in her dream, she couldn't even hit a tail of the big cat, but didn't others know?
His shoulders sank, and the little yellow cat jumped over and opened his mouth: "Meow~"
Zhiruo covered his mouth.
"Woooooo~"
"Senior sister, think carefully about which one you want to learn. I'll go and pee for Lele!" After saying that, the figure flashed and disappeared.
Ding Minjun:
In the next few days, Ding Minjun began to practice the exercises early in the morning and late at night. Most of the time he spent on the Cliff of Sacrifice, dressed in a powerful outfit, sometimes practicing palms, sometimes meditating, sometimes practicing the muscle-changing and bone-strengthening chapter, and sometimes doing strange postures with his junior sister.
Unlike Junior Sister Ding, Senior Sister Ding is already in her thirties and is very well developed. The little yellow cat is eating melon seeds with great relish.
The white clouds and dogs, the gentle breeze, and the beautiful women dancing swords are really interesting.
Hey, it would be great if there was another musician at this time.
The little yellow cat thought a little greedily.
Then he started searching through his memories. He seemed to remember that Xiao Huang knew a sound attack technique and asked Bei Jinyi to practice it next time.
Although she is silly, her voice has a bit of a baby voice, which is crisp, sweet and pleasant to the ear.
Ok, deal!
…
Disciple Residence, Bei Jinyi opened his eyes in confusion, and then hit his head hard, feeling like it was about to burst.
I looked around and found that I was in my bedroom.
Is this poisoning again?
It’s impossible. With so many years of experience in eating mushrooms, how could I still be poisoned? By the way, my junior sister also ate it, so she couldn’t be poisoned too!
Thinking of this, Bei Jinyi quickly struggled to get up, went out to ask a junior sister, patted her chest, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, not only was the junior sister not poisoned, but she also became the sword-wielding elder of Emei.
Wait? How many years have you been sleeping for? How come you are so old when you are so young?
Also, why was the junior sister not poisoned but she was poisoned? Thinking that the junior sister did not eat as much as herself, Bei Jinyi fell into deep thought and seemed to understand why.
It's probably because the mushrooms weren't cooked properly, so the little junior sister ate less, so it's okay! She should be able to eat it when she gets back to the pot.
After confirming the result, Bei Jinyi originally wanted to ask the junior sister how she grew up, but she changed her pace and walked to the kitchen.
At night, on the cliff, Zhiruo was teaching Sister Ding how to do the splits in a skirt.
"Junior Sister Zhiruo, it's not good, Senior Sister Bei has been poisoned again!" A senior sister ran up and shouted.
