"A stalk of grass!"
Guo Fu's face was red and white. Although she was unruly, she was innocent when it came to matters between men and women. If it wasn't for the fact that she had found a book to read, she would have thought that she was having a sweet dream at night.
At this moment, she suddenly understood. Crystal tears rolled down from the corner of the girl's eyes. Her emotions were extremely complicated as she lay motionless on the bed.
Zhou Zhao, who had leisurely rushed back to Mount Zhongnan, naturally did not know about these things. On the third day, an ancient mountain range appeared in front of him. It was shrouded in mist, and a path paved with bluestone climbed up gently, disappearing into the clouds like a heavenly staircase.
Zhou Zhao walked up the stairs, dressed in a spotless white robe, a long sword hanging at his waist, a silver crown tied up his hair, looking around with a certain bearing, which was very heart-wrenching.
"Senior Brother Zhou!"
" Senior Brother Zhou is back!"
"Martial Uncle Zhou!"
……
Gradually, they came across a few players and NPCs who stopped to greet Zhou Zhao. Their voices were filled with awe and excitement. In the third generation of Quan Zhen Sect, Zhou Zhao's reputation had long surpassed the dead Zhao Zhijing and Dragon Knight Yin Zhiping.
Zhou Zhao was one of the first batch of players to join the Quan Zhen Sect. He was ranked 18th under Hao Datong and his position was not low. With the influx of players, the players who entered Quan Zhen Sect could only enter the fourth generation, which was one generation lower than Zhou Zhao and the other players who entered earlier.
Chongyang Palace's towering palace was reflected in Zhou Zhao's eyes. It had yellow walls and green tiles. It was solemn and simple. There was smoke from incense rising slowly. All he saw were Taoist priests, either cleaning, reciting scriptures, or sitting in a corner to cultivate. It was very peaceful.
He found the Mission Hall and handed over a medicinal herb that he had already prepared. Then, he went to a side hall. A middle-aged Taoist priest with an elegant face, wearing a loose robe, sat on a futon with a happy expression. Behind him was the statue of the Three Pure Ones. The incense was lingering, and it was filled with a solemn and ancient aura.
"I'm back!"
The corners of Hao Datong's mouth curled into a smile as he looked at Zhou Zhao who respectfully walked in and nodded his head in satisfaction.
"I just didn't expect you to progress so quickly. It's really dangerous to kill hundreds of cavalrymen. If you can't beat them in the future, don't force yourself.”
The Quan Zhen Sect already knew about Zhou Zhao killing the Hundred Horsemen Mongolian soldiers. Although they knew that the matter was over, as a teacher, they still had to remind them. His youthful spirit might be damaged on the road to rise. After decades of ups and downs in the martial world, Hao Datong had also seen people with amazing talent, but they were too arrogant and easily died halfway.
"Yes, Master!"
Zhou Zhao also found a praying mat to sit down, and then roughly told Hao Datong about his travels. Of course, the matter of transforming into a stalk of grass naturally could not be mentioned. After a long while, Hao Datong waved his hand and dismissed Zhou Zhao.
Zhou Zhao left the side hall and did not return to his room, heading towards the back mountain of Chong Yang Palace.
The flowers in the valley by the cliff were still blooming brilliantly. The air was filled with a faint fragrance. There was a peerless beauty standing alone in the world. Her white clothes were like snow, and her long hair was tied with a white ribbon. It hung down like a waterfall. Her long hair reached her waist, and she had exquisite facial features. Her appearance was extraordinary, and she emitted a cold aura like ice.
She was practicing her swordsmanship. Her posture was graceful and her body was light. She was like a celestial being who had descended to the mortal world. There was an otherworldly aura in her sharpness.
Zhou Zhao was delighted to see the prey. He circulated the Golden Goose Technique and soared through the sky. The nameless green sword in his hand turned into a green light and was unsheathed. At this moment, Xiao Longnu's crystal clear ears moved slightly. She instantly sensed that someone was attacking. Immediately, the long sword turned into a cold light and attacked the person.
"Clang!"
The two swords clashed, producing a crisp metallic sound. Seeing the smiling Zhou Zhao appear, Xiao Longnu's expression remained indifferent. However, the killing intent on her body dissipated, and her sword moved as fast as lightning, stabbing towards Zhou Zhao.
Zhou Zhao roared and used the Quanzhen Sword Technique to attack. However, he was incredibly fast and quickly knocked Xiao Longnu's sword down. Xiao Longnu was hit by this attack and her body shook. She was unable to use the momentum in the air.
Zhou Zhao hurriedly sheathed his sword, hugged Xiao Longnu's waist, and gently landed on the ground.
"Let go!"
Xiao Longnu saw Zhou Zhao hugging her and not letting her go. Her dark eyes stared at him, and her voice was cold, like ice beads hitting a jade plate.
"I suddenly can't bear to let go!"
Zhou Zhao smiled, but he still put Xiao Longnu down. Her whole body was cold, not warm, but it had a different feeling.
"Rascal!"
Xiao Longnu was lacking in words, so she could only spit out one sentence coldly. He picked up the fallen sword and was about to turn around and leave.
Zhou Zhao quickly pulled Xiao Longnu back and took out the delicacies he had collected in various places over the past few days. Fortunately, the system had the miraculous effect of storing food. He found a flat grassland and laid a blanket on it. He took out plates of food that were actually emitting steam.
Xiao Longnu wasn't reserved either. After the previous sparring session, the sense of unfamiliarity that she had not seen for more than a month had disappeared. In addition, it wasn't as if she hadn't eaten Zhou Zhao's food before, so she immediately began to taste it.
"Is it delicious?"
"Yes!"
Xiao Longnu ate too lightly in the ancient tomb, and even now, she still missed the roast chicken that Zhou Zhaolin had brought down the mountain. Now that she had eaten such a delicious meal, her heart was still filled with joy. Moreover, this stinky Taoist priest seemed to care about her quite a bit.
As he thought about it, the corners of his cold lips could not help but curve slightly.
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