Seeing that Yang Zimei's body had really shrunk, the woman in black couldn't help but cursed: "Oh no! You really have learned it. Are you the legendary martial arts wizard?"
Yang Zimei smiled.
In terms of martial arts, as long as she wants to learn, she can almost learn it quickly. Perhaps as the master said, she is gifted.
She was not small enough now, so she had to continue practicing several times, and finally shrank her body to the size of a baby.
Seeing his short body, Yang Zimei couldn't help but think of the time when he found himself reborn and returned to the age of five.
It was such a mixed feeling that she couldn't believe the fact of being reborn for a long time.
"My dear mother, how can you shrink better than me? It's too much. I wouldn't have taught you if I had known."
The woman in black muttered, "You have to give me the diamond just now, otherwise I will suffer a big loss."
Yang Zimei ignored her and let herself slide over.
Standing in front of the woman in black whose body had returned to its original shape, Yang Zimei looked so small. The woman in black giggled and raised her foot slyly, "Do you believe I can crush you with one kick?"
"Try it if you dare, I can definitely stab you to death with one finger!"
Yang Zimei snorted disdainfully.
"whee!"
The woman in black suddenly laughed slyly, making Yang Zimei feel that something was wrong.
But at this time, she didn't have much time to think about the evil intentions in her evil smile. Instead, she went to look for the mural she just mentioned.
Sure enough, it was really her painted on the wall.
Her long blue hair was tied with the ribbon given to her by Xue Hu, and she was practicing kung fu with her legs crossed and her eyes closed.
The tree above her head was also the tree in her house, surrounded by a spirit gathering array.
What exactly is going on?
Who painted it?
This mural seems to have a long history, using the Qin and Han style painting methods.
"It's so strange. If I weren't an atheist, I would have thought you were a thousand-year-old monster reborn, and this is your cave!"
The woman in black shook her head at the side, "This is really the most incredible thing I have ever encountered."
Yang Zimei didn't groan.
After her rebirth, she encountered a lot of weird things, and she was a little numb when she encountered strange things, but she was still surprised here, there were too many things that she couldn't figure out.
What she couldn't figure out the most was what kind of existence this ancient tomb should be.
What roles did she and Long Zhutian play in it?
"Isn't this just your little fox?"
The woman in black asked, pointing to the little white shadow in the tree.
Yang Zimei looked carefully, her eye circles were red again.
This is not a ripple, but a snow lake.
Xue Hu used to often sit in the tree like this and watch himself practice, and then give him pointers and suggestions.
But looking at myself in this painting, with the white mist lingering on my head, my level of cultivation is not what it was before Xuehu left, nor is it the state I can reach now.
Could it be that the painting is from the future?
Snow Lake is finally back?
Yang Zimei looked at the figure in the snow lake and missed it even more.
"Can you tell me who you really are?"
The woman in black looked at her complicated facial changes and frowned.
"Do you think I might tell my identity to someone whose face I can't even see?"
Yang Zimei asked indifferently.
"Haha, that's right. You must be on guard against others. I can't possibly tell you who I am."
The woman in black didn't mind at all, but smiled.
I don’t know whether she is really open-minded or fake.