As a junior, she was brought back by her master when she was a baby and has been raised by her in the sect. It can be said that Wu Shijie has been raised by herself, and the two of them have a deep relationship.
Wu Shijie had nothing to say in any aspect, but he was a bit strong. This strong temper became even more obvious after he reached the realm of spiritual elixir.
From the time he came to the sect as a child to now, it can be said that Wu Shijie is as simple as a piece of paper. He has not been out a few times, and has experienced very little in the world.
She didn't know how many times she had said it, but Wu Shijie was obsessed with the pursuit of cultivation. His diligent and hard-working look made her angry and funny. She asked him to go out and experience more, but he couldn't stop practicing. Later, every time she asked Wu Shijie to go for training, she said that there were many strong people outside, but Wu Shijie insisted on breaking through the Nascent Soul realm first.
Cultivation does not mean that you can continuously improve your strength by practicing hard, but you need to experience more and temper yourself. In this way, you will gain insights into your character and perception, and your strength will naturally increase with the tide.
After the current competition, Wu Shijie should be able to wake up to some extent and realize that the outside world is not only wonderful, but also full of geniuses, and it should also stop him from blindly working behind closed doors.
Seeing that his senior sister was still angry with him, Wu Shijie couldn't help crying and laughing, and walked silently to the cold woman in a black cloth robe, like a child who had done something wrong.
"Senior sister, I will go out to practice in two days. While there is still more than a year left for the sect martial arts competition, I will hone myself and strive to severely destroy this Zhao Jiuge during the sect martial arts competition."
At the end of the sentence, Wu Shijie couldn't help but grin. That look didn't look like he was still a little bit worried about losing just now, but he was much more indifferent.
"kindness."
The woman in a black cloth robe gave a gentle greeting, with a hint of relief in her eyes. To him, Wu Shijie was not only his junior brother, but more like his own child. That feeling was self-evident.
"It's just a bit embarrassing today, in front of so many elders and disciples."
Wu Shijie was a little downcast and kept rubbing his face. Although he more or less accepted the fact of defeat in his heart, Wu Shijie still couldn't stand up in front of so many people.
Hearing Wu Shijie's words, Zhao Jiuge couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth a few times, laughing wildly in his heart.
"Life is a long road, and no one has ever lost. If you can't even see through this, I think you should stop practicing, just stay in the sect and don't go anywhere. I was just losing back then. Shortly after tying the red silk ribbon, I broke through to the state of transformation into a spirit, and as I practice, I should become more courageous with every setback!"
The woman wearing a black cloth robe said calmly, not caring about her past failures.
Zhao Jiuge's expression changed slightly. He didn't know that the woman in front of him had such a relationship with his senior sister. No wonder when he came earlier, the woman in black cloth looked at him with something wrong.
"I understand, senior sister."
Seeing that his senior sister was starting to get angry again, Wu Shijie was immediately frightened and did not dare to say any more nonsense.
"Senior Brother Wu, we are not afraid of losing. We will come back next year for the martial arts competition!"
"That is, when the time comes, we still hope that you will lead us to stand out in the sect martial arts competition."
"Brother Wu, come on, we all support you!"
Seeing Wu Shijie's self-deprecating look of defeat, all the disciples of Dongyue Jianchi couldn't help but be infected and cheered Wu Shijie up. In the eyes of these disciples of Dongyue Jianchi, they and Wu Shijie were also disciples of Dongyue Jianchi. They should be afraid of glory and loss. Wu Shijie's defeat this time made them feel that they should unite more. At the same time, Xuantian Sword Sect also became more hostile. Although they lost today, they were all quite unconvinced. , I believe that next year's martial arts competition will still find its place.
Wu Shijie touched his nose, smiled, and looked at his fellow disciples who had practiced together on weekdays, speechless.
Zhao Jiuge watched everything silently, and had to admire in his heart that Wu Shijie was by no means an ordinary person. Whether he was really innocent or fake, his behavior today was not something ordinary people could show.
If ordinary people lose in front of everyone, most of them are stubborn or clamoring, otherwise they always feel that they can't get off the stage. But Wu Shijie not only admitted his defeat openly, but also made the entire East Vietnam The Jianchi disciples became monolithic, which inspired a sense of honor in their hearts. This will be good news at the sect martial arts competition next year.
"Now that the competition is over, we can leave."
After looking at Wu Shijie for a few times, Zhao Jiuge turned to the cold woman wearing a black cloth robe and said that he would not care about the internal affairs of other sects. He still had his own business. After all, he had not forgotten that he was here. Dongyue Jianchi has her goal, but Pei Susu and Sanwu are still waiting for her to return.
"Well, let's go. You're too slow. I'll take you away."
The cold woman in a black robe nodded and did not continue to embarrass Zhao Jiuge on this matter. Regardless of the commitment between them, the mere appearance of the evil cultivator was what the righteous should be killed.
A black sword light suddenly flashed, and then he saw a three-and-a-half-foot black flying sword in front of the cold woman wearing a black cloth robe. Although the flying sword did not reveal its fierce offensive, Zhao Jiuge could feel it From the aura of the flying sword, you can tell that it is a high-grade spiritual weapon.
The cold woman just controlled the flying sword and took Zhao Jiuge with her. Then she looked at Wu Shijie condescendingly in the void and said calmly, "You should reflect on yourself these days. Let's talk about it when I come back, and then you can go out to practice."
After saying these words to Wu Shijie, this cold woman ignored the elders and a group of disciples from Dongyue Jianchi, and rushed outside the sect with Zhao Jiuge.
At the entrance of Xixin Hall, everyone was still communicating there, and the senior officials of Dongyue Jianchi also withdrew their gaze, but the people in the room had different thoughts.
The cool breeze kept blowing around. Zhao Jiuge smelled the fragrance coming from his nostrils and looked at the white and tender skin on the neck of the woman in front of him, and couldn't help but feel in a trance.
Then Zhao Jiuge told the cold woman exactly what happened. The black flying sword suddenly erupted with black aura, leaving only an afterimage in the air. Zhao Jiuge felt slightly relieved, although he did not know the specific identity of the cold woman in front of him. However, he had fought against his senior sister a hundred years ago, so he must have at least the cultivation level of the god transformation realm now. It must be more than enough to deal with the elder Wu of the Yinling Sect, but I don’t know that Pei Susu and Sanwu are now how's it going.
Zhao Jiuge shouted silently in his heart, you must hold on.
Time passed little by little, and all Zhao Jiuge could do was race against time to get there.
"Senior sister, do you and my senior sister know each other?"
Seeing that the atmosphere along the way was somewhat silent and depressing, Zhao Jiuge couldn't help but think of what this cold woman had said before.