When he arrived at the main peak villa, Zhu Minglang found that the disciples of Jianzong were watching the fun.
Zhu Minglang, who always liked to join in the fun, walked up quickly, wondering if some sword master was jealous.
Yaoshan Jianzong encourages disciples to practice together, so it is quite happy to hear and see that Jianzong fights because of a certain charming and pure senior sister.
Pushing aside the crowd, he almost wanted to ask the disciple next to him for a handful of fried melon seeds, but when he saw the woman standing on the gossip stone platform, his eyes widened involuntarily.
Is this how Zimiaozhu took Nan Lingsha to visit Yaoshan Villa?
Didn't she already tell her that Nan Lingsha has nothing to do with her? Although she looks the same as her own wife, they are two different people!
"Hoo~~Hoo~~"
Zi Miaozhu, the elder sister of Jianzong, was panting heavily, her chest was heaving, and her eyes were flickering with unwillingness, even though the hand holding the sword had already started to tremble, and her fingers were so numb that she was about to lose consciousness.
We are all about the same age.
She, Zi Miao Zhu, is the chief female disciple of the Sword Sect Holy Hall, how could she be no match for a woman of unknown origin!
Looking at Nan Lingsha again, she stood quietly at the other part of the gossip dividing line, she never moved a step from the beginning to the end, and there was even a drop of sweat on her cheek.
This meant that she didn't even use her full strength.
Zi Miaozhu is a little hard to accept.
"Can you lift your veil, I want to see clearly who I lost to." Zi Miaozhu said.
Failure is failure, and it doesn't make any sense to be unwilling. Master taught me to face up to shortcomings and failures.
Nan Lingsha hesitated for a while, and finally slowly took Yansha off her cheek.
It was just a duel, and Nan Lingsha also noticed that the opponent's first sword was reserved.
Of course, she is also quite satisfied with Zimiaozhu's strength. It is very difficult to find a mortal at the level of Zimiaozhu in Zulong City-State.
Zi Miaozhu looked at Nan Lingsha, and her eyes were momentarily absent...
It is even more beautiful than imagined.
Those Jianzong disciples were also dumbfounded.
It's not that such an exquisite face can impress everyone with different aesthetics, but that her strength has convinced everyone, she is still so beautiful!
"Painter Nan Lingsha." Nan Lingsha slowly put down the pen in her hand, and performed a graceful gift in a graceful manner.
"Sword Master Zimiaozhu, I am willing to bow down." Zimiaozhu put the sword back into its sheath and returned the same salute.
Zi Miaozhu's reply was deeper, and when she raised her head again and looked up, Zi Miaozhu continued: "From now on, my brother and I will only have brother and sister feelings, and have no other thoughts."
"????" The fog was cleared away, but Zhu Minglang's head was full of confusion.
"It has nothing to do with me." Nan Lingsha said lightly.
After finishing speaking, regardless of whether Zi Miaozhu understood it or not, Nan Lingsha walked to the edge of the Bagua giant stone platform, staring at the extremely clear and incomparably clear night of the distant mountains, as if recording these mountain scenes in her heart.
"But didn't you say before that you hit it off and fell in love with each other?" Zi Miaozhu was even more confused, and hurriedly asked.
Nan Lingsha frowned, turned around, and saw Zhu Minglang eating melon seeds in the crowd.
"That's Li Yunzi, you can ask him about the details." Nan Lingsha pointed at Zhu Minglang, then ignored the matter, and imitated the scenery of the distant mountains in her heart.
Li Yunzi?
Who is Li Yunzi! !
Zi Miaozhu stared at Zhu Minglang with big eyes.
Hey, where are people?
The senior brother was obviously in the crowd just now, why did he just talk and the man disappeared!
…
When they arrived at the side peak, Zhu Minglang took Fang Niannian into the deep forest and hunted a wild boar with demon cultivation. Zhu Minglang simply built a bonfire beside the pavilion in the mountain stream.
After feeding the two gluttonous pigs, Zhu Minglang returned to the villa.
At this time, Nan Lingsha had already returned. She was in front of the wooden table, copying the night scenery of the distant mountains over and over again, and many discarded drawing papers were neatly stacked by her.
Under the lamp, she has a focused expression, elegant temperament, and is as quiet as a daughter of a lady with a poetic talent.
Zhu Minglang didn't disturb her, Fang Niannian wanted to approach her sweetly, but after a while of hesitation and deep thought, she chose to give up.
At this time, Nan Lingsha seemed gentle and gentle, but in fact, strangers should not get close to her!
"Zhu Minglang, do you think sister Lingsha has intermittent amnesia?" Fang Niannian said in a low voice.
"I don't know if she has it, but I know a guy must have it." Zhu Minglang said.
"Who is it?"
"You will know when you arrive at Zhumen."
…
The next day, the name of the painter Nan Lingsha spread among the Yaoshan Sword Sect. After all, all the sects cared most about reputation. This kind of discussion and challenge, as long as it has weight, is easy to be remembered by people. live.
As the chief female disciple of the Sword Sect Holy Hall, losing to a foreign mortal is indeed a big deal.
Zhu Minglang was also very embarrassed. He returned to the Zonglin of Jiting Continent by himself. He hadn't made his mark yet, but the name of Nan Lingsha would soon spread among the Zonglins.
Disciple, attention is always the highest.
The disciples are young and have unlimited potential. The four major sects even hold a grand competition every two years. It is nothing more than masters at the level of masters bringing their outstanding disciples to compete publicly in the Imperial Capital of the Extreme Court.
Those who can stand out among them will immediately spread their reputation to all countries in the Extreme Court Continent.
"Brother."
Outside the door, Zi Miaozhu's call sounded.
Zhu Minglang knew that some things couldn't be avoided, so he walked to the yard openly.
Zimiaozhu stood under the pines of the phoenix, and at the silver bells that rang crisply in the night wind, it could be described as graceful, graceful and moving.
"Junior Sister." Zhu Minglang walked over, recalling the words that Sword Master Grandpa had told him.
"Originally, I was looking forward to this year's Zonglin and Clan Clan Grand Competition, and wanted to truly move the world. But today's battle, I feel that I still have a lot of shortcomings... I want to travel and see a wider world." Zi Miao Zhu said.
"Then pay attention to safety," Zhu Minglang said.
"Don't worry, I will follow Master Xuehen." Zi Miaozhu said.
"That's good, you can also learn a lot from her." Zhu Minglang nodded.
"The Grand Competition of the Zonglin Clan is a supreme honor for us disciples, and we prepare for it almost every day and night, but after the senior brother came out of the mountain, he never participated in any competition. At that time, the senior brother had already left us These disciples fall into the category, right?" Zi Miaozhu asked.
"Well, if there is a big competition between uncles and masters, I might participate. Unfortunately, the older people are out of face, so they would rather not compete than lose." Zhu Minglang nodded.
He had never even heard of the big competition of the Zonglin clan after he came out of the mountains.
Zhu Xuehen didn't allow Zhu Minglang to participate in this kind of children's fight at all, even though Zhu Minglang was not yet an adult at that time.
"How long has the senior brother become a Dragon Master?" Zi Miaozhu asked.
"Officially, it's less than a year." Zhu Minglang said.
"Then this time brother can participate, Jianxiu, you are a master. But Mulong, you have just started, you can be regarded as a disciple... Every year, the rewards of the big competition are very generous, and what a dragon shepherd needs most is resources. " Zi Miaozhu said.
"You can think about it." Zhu Minglang counted the time, it seems that Dabi is at the end of summer, and there is not much time left.
A dragon priest needs huge resources. The more abundant the resources, the stronger the strength. After all, if no dragon is regarded as a kind of supernatural power, then now Zhu Minglang can also cultivate the four supernatural powers alone.
This is why the Dragon Shepherd becomes stronger the further he goes back. The mortals only cultivate one kind, and many heavenly essences and earth essences are not suitable for them. No matter how good things are, they are useless.
There are so many dragons in the Dragon Shepherd, if they can be cultivated well, each one will be able to stand alone, and they will not be afraid of the crowds of gods and mortals.
So the better the resources, the higher the upper limit!
The resources that can be seized must be scraped away unceremoniously.
If it is not what you need, you have to sell it for money!
In the past, Zhu Minglang went all over the world with a single sword, and was alone. He didn't pay attention to anything, and money was like dung.
Now that there are so many dragons by my side, the monthly dragon food alone will eat up Zhu Minglang...
There will only be more dragon pets in the future.
You have to build your own team of dragon shepherds.
If Nan Lingsha asks herself for the salary and salary of a mortal, all her expensive dragon blood and dragon paper consumption will be on her own account, not to mention how terrible the consumption is!
Zi Miaozhu's words can be regarded as a reminder to himself.
What should be robbed must be robbed, similar to this kind of big competition of the clan clan, it is the face of these big forces, the rewards are absolutely rich, far better than looking for the essence of the world aimlessly.
"Senior Brother, Senior Brother?" Seeing that Zhu Minglang was absent-minded, Zi Miaozhu called out twice.
"Ah? What's wrong?" Zhu Minglang asked.
"Aunt Xuehen is the orderer of the land of Lichuan. I think if I follow her, I will also step into this land where my brother is lost. I must meet Li Yunzi when I have the chance." Zi Miaozhu said.
"actually… "
"Brother, don't talk too much about comforting me. How could junior sister not understand your thoughts? It's just that you are often unwilling. If Li Yunzi is better than Nan Lingsha, I think I will be very happy." Zi Miaozhu smiled, and there was a bit of calm in his words.
"Junior Sister, Senior Brother is also very pleased that you can think like this. After all, you have always been a real sister in Senior Brother's eyes. In Zhumen, I have many blood relatives, but I know very well that as long as I lose my dazzling divine power , They will treat me like sand. And you, no matter whether I am strong or ordinary, you will always treat me as before." Zhu Minglang also said sincerely.
After so many years, Zi Miaozhu still carries that admiration.
And she clearly knew that she became a dragon shepherd, and her strength was not as good as before.
But still respect yourself and be honest.
Even if there is no love between men and women, this brother-sister relationship makes Zhu Minglang feel extremely precious.
I don't know how much family affection in Zhu's family can compare with my junior sister.
Probably more people are gloating, or even adding insult to injury.