As usual, Jiang Zirou's Dao rhyme flowed all over her body, and the fog was thick. If it wasn't for her voice, she wouldn't even be able to tell the difference between a man and a woman.
"I don't know!"
Jiang Longxiang sat on the small collapse, raised his head, and said calmly.
several years.
Jiang Longxiang finally learned how to speak, but his enunciation and pronunciation were still a bit weird, and he needed to be serious to hear clearly.
these years.
Among the few disciples, the one who changed the most was Jiang Longxiang.
He was much taller, wearing loose regular clothes, you can also see the full outline of muscles, broad chest, tall body, when sitting cross-legged on the ground, it looks like a thick iron tower, and the bronze skin shines in the moonlight.
"I don't know?"
Jiang Zirou asked suspiciously, "Then why are you waiting for me here!"
"A few days ago, I broke through to the realm of a master. I expected that my sister would come in the next few days, so I have been waiting here at night."
"elder sister… "
Jiang Zirou pondered a few words.
"Do you know who I am?"
"Um!"
Jiang Longxiang nodded.
A gust of night wind blows, the Taoist rhyme spreads out, and Jiang Zirou's ink-like long hair hangs loose under the moonlight, soft and beautiful.
"Jiang Heng said you were stupid, but that's not the case!"
"Overrated!"
Jiang Longxiang tried his best to make his pronunciation sound more accurate:
"only… "
"Just how?"
"Should I call you Master or Sister!"
"Up to you..." Jiang Zirou shook his head, not caring about these things.
"Then... sister."
Looking at the girl in front of him, Jiang Longxiang seemed a little hesitant.
"Um!"
Jiang Zirou nodded generously and said with a smile, "Since you know I'm coming today, you must also know what I'm going to do here today!"
"Sister Huang, please pass on my Taiwu real body!"
"Needless to say please, this is what I should do!"
Jiang Zirou pointed out, and gently tapped Jiang Longxiang's forehead with his index finger, which was as white as a green onion root.
"Roar!"
A dragon chant resounded in Jiang Longxiang's mind.
In a daze, Jiang Longxiang saw an indomitable golden giant appearing in front of him, with swords, guns, swords and halberds behind him, and countless magical soldiers flashing their sharp edges and clanging.
"Cultivate well!"
Jiang Longxiang closed his eyes for a long time before slowly letting out a mouthful of turbid air, and said respectfully:
"Thank you Queen!"
"You don't have to be so polite with me."
Jiang Zirou reached out and touched Jiang Longxiang's short short hair, and asked, "You have stepped into the realm of a martial arts master, and with the help of Taiwu's real body and many martial arts skills passed down by the royal family, you are a god-man born with supernatural power , what are your plans for the future?"
"join the army!"
"Brother Huang formed the Martial Arts Legion, and I want to join it, charge into the battle, expand the territory, protect the people of Great Xia, and create glory for all eternity!"
Jiang Longxiang's voice was low.
When saying this sentence, the articulation of the words is very clear.
"A good man should have the courage to fight ten times!"
Jiang Zirou praised:
"You are my blood brother and my de facto disciple. If you join the army, I can't treat you badly. This long spear will be given to you!"
With a flick of the wrist.
A zhang long spear appeared in Jiang Zirou's hand, with a "clang", a cold light flickered, and the temperature in the whole room seemed to drop.
It was the famous gun "Duanchuan" that Jiang Zirou got from Youzhou!
This long spear is a sharp weapon for charging and killing the enemy, and it is also the most precious collection of the Dead Man's Lake, a sacred place of martial arts. Although it is inferior to the Great Xia Sparrow in Jiang Zirou's hands, it is also a rare treasure in the world.
It is definitely a first-class magical weapon.
as expected.
After Jiang Longxiang saw the dark golden spear, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he murmured:
"Is this magical weapon really gifted to me?"
"It's just a weapon, feel free to take it!"
Handing the spear to Jiang Longxiang, Jiang Zirou said again:
"You can step into the realm of a martial arts master before you are eighteen years old. Although you have the help of Longmian Bao, you can still be regarded as a genius. But don't be complacent. In addition to you, I will pass on the other two exercises to the other two. A disciple, they are your juniors, you are a senior, don't be compared to them!"
Hear some encouragement.
Jiang Longxiang's excited expression suddenly became serious.
"Dragon elephant will keep it in mind!"
"Well, it's good to practice steadily. The road to seeking the Tao is long. I hope you can walk side by side in the future!"
Jiang Zirou smiled.
Rather, I was looking forward to the scene when my three disciples met.
"Walking side by side..." Jiang Longxiang lowered his brows, and couldn't help asking curiously: "Then when will I be able to reach the realm of your sister and walk with you?"
"It's good that you have such thoughts."
Jiang Zirou couldn't help shaking his head and laughing, his blue hair was flying, and his demeanor for a moment was better than the bright moon in the sky.
"It's just that being ambitious is not a good thing!"
Say it.
Jiang Zirou slowly spread out his vision.
Jiang Longxiang's figure shook, and for a moment, he seemed to see a corner of the dark universe being torn apart, in which huge celestial bodies converged into a river, surrounding a chaotic green lotus. The figure sits cross-legged, with nine real dragons dancing around it.
He wanted to see the figure's face clearly, but there was a sharp pain between his brows.
Pull Jiang Longxiang back to reality.
"how?"
"It's like seeing the great way!" Jiang Longxiang sighed.
"Sister, what realm is this?"
"I don't know either." Jiang Zirou shook his head and sighed:
"The world of origin is full of mysteries, and there is Longmian Treasure to help you practice. Even in the new world, there are not many people with such conditions. You should cherish it!"
"New world?"
"Oh!" Only then did Jiang Zirou realize that he had slipped his tongue: "It's still too early for you to talk about it, and it won't be too late to talk about it after you reach the realm of a great master!"
It was getting late.
Jiang Zirou finally passed on the unique knowledge of Taiwu Avatar, much more relaxed, and left after bidding farewell to Jiang Longxiang.
…
The next day, early morning.
In the study room, Jiang Heng picked up a few memorials, and after reading them, he frowned deeply.