Jiu Ze sneered, and for the first time in ten years, he said to the Sui Lord of Taiyuan Palace:
"I thought that although the Sui Lords have different appearances, they all have noble character. It turns out that I misunderstood. The Sui Lords of Taiyuan Palace should be - uneven."
Chonghua sneered: "Yes, I am the worst of the ten unlucky people. What can you do to me?"
Jiuze also knew that a single word could not really irritate the person in front of her, but she was too scared to do anything now and had to find a way to vent her anger.
The two sides were already quarreling, and Jiuze was too lazy to be polite. After all, Taiyuan Palace had some plot, so he would not kill her for the time being: "The eight-year-old master is so courageous, and he has single-handedly lowered the style of the entire Taiyuan Palace.
.”
Chonghua was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter. The laughter was not pleasant at all. It was like thunder on the ground, with a powerful force that could penetrate the sky.
It is somewhat similar to the previous seven-year-old Lord's method of using words to create power.
Chonghua leaned forward in the air, and his long black satin hair fell from his shoulders and swept over Jiuze's face. The hair was as cool as jade, and felt as light as clouds.
"If you know the truth one day, you will be ashamed of the joke you told today." Chonghua's bright red lips opened slightly, and every word was filled with mockery.
Jiuze didn't say anything, his eyes locked on Chonghua's eyes. From the moment she leaned over, she seemed to want to see into the depths of the other person's soul through those dark eyes.
"You stare at me like this, do you think you can see my soul?" Chonghua laughed again, this time the smile was much softer, a normal laugh, "Let me think about it, your Mingguang mortals
There are some books that say you can see the soul through your eyes."
"Ah, I've never tried it before, and I don't know if it's true." Chonghua seemed to be really regretful, even his expression was a bit desolate.
The next moment, he suddenly became cheerful again: "But it doesn't matter, even if it is true, it is invalid for me, because -"
Chonghua smiled evilly, "I have no soul. I have no soul. What do you want to see?"
Jiu Ze frowned, and for a moment he was not sure what the purpose of this eight-year-old master's words was.
"Eight sisters," before Jiuze could ask anything, Shang Zhang came over again with a doting voice.
But he walked up to Chonghua in an instant: "What are you talking nonsense about?"
But Chonghua didn't take it seriously. He tilted his head and raised his lips: "I'm not talking nonsense. Seventh Sister, you see, I am a very bad person. Bad people have no souls."
The last chapter had a look of helplessness on his face, "Don't be ridiculous." He looked at Jiuze again, and his tone became gentle and kind, just like the first time he saw it: "You haven't practiced that exercise technique these days?"
Jiu Ze nodded.
His face remained unchanged from the previous chapter, and his smile was friendly: "If you don't trust our skills, just use your own skills. This pool of medicinal soup cannot be absorbed if it doesn't cooperate with the skills. If you don't
If you absorb it by yourself, you will not be able to leave this medicine pool."
In the previous chapter, he glanced at the pit, and then took another fixed look at Jiuze. When he met Jiuze's gaze, his eyes did not move. Those eyes seemed to be full of tenderness, and then he turned away indifferently, and finally stopped at Chongguang.
"Let's go, Bamei."
Chongguang sneered, and when he turned around, he shook off his sleeves and robe, and a gust of strong wind caused Jiuze's cheeks to hurt.
From a distance, Chongguang's sarcastic voice came: "It's just Taoist skills, we don't care about her, so we gave her the scraps for nothing and we don't appreciate it."
Shang Zhang laughed, and when he spoke again, he found that Chongguang on the opposite side had already drawn a soundproof barrier after finishing these words.
The last chapter raised an eyebrow: "Why, did you tell her on purpose?"
"Huh." Chongguang snorted coldly.
"That girl is overthinking. If you say that, she may be even more suspicious of the origin of that thing." Shang Zhang said with a smile.
Chongguang straightened his clothes, leaned on the Arhat chair under the window, and sneered: "She herself has learned Taoist techniques for so long, and she can't even tell the truth from the false. What kind of great path is she seeking? She just perishes."
, it also saves us a few wasted efforts.”
After saying that, he couldn't help but mutter: "Why did she choose to practice the Tao Body Art?"
Shang Zhang laughed out loud and tapped Chong Guang's forehead: "Didn't you just talk about Taoist Body Techniques?"
Chongguang said harshly: "Then I didn't say how good the body techniques are. I thought back then..."
At this point, Chongguang suddenly stopped and was silent for a while before saying softly: "It's a pity."
No matter how common it was in the past and how many people practiced it, in the final analysis, only a handful of people can practice it now. Chong Guang lowered his eyes and smiled at the corner of his mouth.
"Time is such a bastard." Chongguang said suddenly.
It always changes things beyond recognition, and the same goes for people.
She didn't say anything in the last chapter. She looked out the window. In the newly opened pit in the distance, the destined girl seemed to be reading the volume.
With a chuckle, Shang Zhang stretched out his hand and slowly touched his chest.
Extraordinarily peaceful.
But obviously, she was also very unwilling.
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After the two old masters left, Jiu Ze opened the fragment of the scroll in front of him again.
In fact, she understood that the eight-year-old master was provoking her. She was indeed provoked.
Apart from other things, at least the first half of the first level of the technique was exactly the same as the one in her hand. In fact, after practicing the Tao Body Technique for so long, it was not impossible to distinguish one or two carefully. However,
Jiuze did not make this attempt.
In Jiuze's consciousness, the Dao Body Art is too precious and rare. She cannot believe that it can be obtained so easily. Or maybe, deep down in her heart, she always thinks that the incomplete part of the Dao Body Art is an opportunity that does not belong to her.
Jiuze smiled.
I don’t know why, after staying in Taiyuan Palace for so many years, she has obviously studied hard and never fell behind for a moment, but her courage and character are not as good as before. At least she has never been so hesitant before, and she has no skills.
She didn't even dare to look at it in front of her.
Jiu Ze glanced at the direction the master was leaving and suddenly smiled.
Yes, even if she is not confident in her ability to distinguish classics, she should have the courage to give it a try if she just blocks the Taiyuan Palace.
Miscalculation, miscalculation.
Jiuze closed his eyes and began to practice the five senses according to the instructions in the exercise.
Soon, there was a cold touch, like wind.
It penetrated her skin and reached directly to her organs. It then swept up and drove directly to her spiritual platform.
Blow gently in her ears, in front of her eyes, on the tip of her nose...
Like thunder, like huge waves, or even thousands of years of snow, they suddenly collapsed around her and suddenly reunited.