nycdaug Chapter 147 Tea Begins and Ends
Chapter 147 Tea Begins and Ends
The others were in a mess like a startled ant nest, but the people on the arch bridge were in close contact with everything, including Zhu Jiu himself...
No one dared to breathe.
there is a question.
If a wanted criminal who massacred a city gave you a rose covered in blood, would you dare to accept it?
Even though she is always smiling and talking, even though she is stunningly beautiful, even though she can save lives.
But after all, reputation is neither good nor bad.
Who knows if this is her return from the fun?
What's more, the hand was so terrifying, coupled with the graceful face that seemed to be free of pain, everyone's heart trembled because of this dangerous beauty.
In a trance, I always felt that she would stick the skewer into someone's eyeball and pick out a "candied haws" with strange ingredients.
The crowd on the bridge was filled with anxiety, and after a dead silence, they followed their instincts and fled in all directions.
but--
Fortunately, what Zhu Jiu took was not a rose, but a candied haws, so the ignorant child took it, tilted his head and asked her naively: "Sister, doesn't your hand hurt?"
Unfortunately, before she could get an answer, her mother hugged her tightly. She looked at Zhu Jiu in panic and hurried away.
Zhu Jiu also withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyebrows, and shook off the blood on his right hand, and the flesh and blood that was cut by the sword fell off.
The heart-piercing pain would rise and fall.
She was the only one on the long arch bridge.
Xingjun wanted to treat her injuries, but Zhujiu refused.
She didn't want to consume his spiritual power because of this minor injury. Compared to the brief pain, she wanted Xingjun to stay awake.
As for external injuries, this body will recover on its own.
Xingjun felt sad and happy inside, thinking that Youyou really couldn't live without him.
When Zhu Jiu was looking at his own lonely reflection reflected on the dark green water below, a hesitant and trembling voice sounded at the bridge head. It was not loud, but Zhu Jiu heard it.
"...Thank you. Thank you."
Zhu Jiu was startled and turned his head to see the woman's panic-stricken eyes. Their eyes met and she seemed to be frightened, and disappeared in the rushing crowd with the child.
Xingjun was furious in his soul: "Why are you running? You should say thank you to the Supreme God Jiuyou, don't you understand? You are scared to death by a little rumor, humph!"
Zhu Jiu smiled faintly: "Why are you thinking so much? You should think about it. It would be a waste if you don't finish this cup of tea."
As he spoke, he picked up the teacup he had brought from Chu Gong on the stone railing.
At the same time, the sparks of the dispute over there finally splashed onto Zhu Jiu.
They couldn't understand how Zhu Jiu broke free from the Soul Binding Immortal Rope, and how he relied on his Jindan stage cultivation to take on the sword light from the Fusion stage.
Even though the sword light was weakened by Chu Yi's spiritual armor.
Chu Yi first breathed a sigh of relief that the crowd was rescued, and a strange feeling of relief arose in his heart.
Then, just like Ling Yuanhan, he felt like a small person who was looked down upon jumped up and slapped him in the face.
But the most urgent thing now is not to look shocked like an idiot, but to catch her quickly.
Both of them knew very well that if they let Zhu Jiu escape because of their negligence in making a private bet, they would all face punishment without exception.
All questions will be answered after we catch Zhu Jiu.
So without saying anything, Ling Yuanhan saw that Zhu Jiu still had time to drink tea leisurely in front of him, he was simply courting death!
He sneered and approached with his sword drawn.
Zhu Jiu glanced at his figure that was rushing towards him as fast as teleportation, his eyes dark, and lightly put the teacup back on the stone railing.
Ling Yuanhan tried to suppress her with the momentum of the fusion period, but Zhu Jiu didn't feel any pressure at all, and Bu Ying dodged in a flash.
The former looked solemn, and felt more and more that Zhu Jiu's methods were treacherous and perhaps had some background.
The two men fought each other on the empty arch bridge. The willows and the waning moon reflected on the water were torn into pieces, and huge splashes of water were blown up from time to time by the residual power of the sword.
Chu Yi and the city lord on the other side did not take action. They did not think that one Zhu Jiu needed four people to surround him. Although Zhu Jiu's strength was unexpected, that was all.
Besides, Chu Yi’s body and soul were both injured.
Chu Yi glanced at Ling Yuanhan coldly. He would settle the account for this sneak attack in the future!
Thinking of this, he looked at the courtesan who came to support him anxiously with disappointment, "No need for that. You are a pig to do this for Ling Yuanhan, regardless of your own safety?"
Chu Yi had a ruthless and cold face. His expression turned cold at this moment. The courtesan felt sad: "How could you say that to me!"
He twisted his handkerchief again in self-blame, and asked worriedly, "How is your injury?"
Chu Yi swallowed the healing pill, and the bleeding on his left chest at least stopped, but he was still in so much pain that his veins were exposed, and he was completely unable to respond to the courtesan's questions.
He frowned, his face turned pale, and his gaze unconsciously turned to Zhu Jiu.
Once again, he became curious about this wanted criminal: why could someone remain calm even after being injured?
Subconsciously, Chu Yi contacted Feng Zhiyi.
He briefly explained what happened. Feng Zhiyi fell silent when he heard the former's idea of directly killing Zhu Jiu to achieve the best of both worlds.
Chu Yi: Third Junior Brother, why aren’t you talking?
Feng Zhiyi: Nothing to say.
Chu Yi frowned and asked: Who is this woman? She can actually fight Ling Aohan with bare hands. Could she be a disciple of an old monster in the Mahayana period who practices palm techniques or is good at body techniques?
Feng Zhiyi: It’s not that complicated.
Chu Yi: Oh?
Feng Zhiyi: She simply doesn’t have a suitable weapon.
When he woke up in Jialan City, the sword his father gave to Zhu Jiu had been broken.
Chu Yi:……?
What a joke! The palm and body movements looked so exquisite and powerful! Even he was amazed!
But then he suddenly remembered that Feng Zhiyi did say that Zhu Jiu was a sword cultivator, and he possessed the flying sword technique of the original sword force.
Chu Yi’s eyes changed. If that was the case, then this wanted criminal would be considered one of the most talented people among them, even among the Jueya True Sect.
Feng Zhiyi was shaken and wanted to see Zhu Jiu urgently. He wanted to hear her say that everything in Jialan City had nothing to do with her.
How could a person who exposes his strength to save others commit massacre?
As long as she said no, he would believe it.
But he was trapped in a cold pond and couldn't get out.
Feng Zhiyi's heart ached, and he earnestly asked Chu Yi: Second Brother, please be sure to bring her back to Jueya, and... don't hurt her.
Chu Yi responded very readily this time, partly out of a desire for revenge, and partly out of a desire to explore: I must naturally snatch her away from Ling Yuanhan.
Feng Zhiyi warned carefully: You have to be careful of her sword.
Chu Yi nodded indifferently: It’s just a flying sword, how can it hurt me?
At this moment, the two people in the distance had already fought to the critical moment.
Ling Aohan was very annoyed that it took so long to deal with Zhu Jiu.
Zhu Jiu is like a piece of floating wood on the water, which flies away as soon as it is pushed, and it seems to be approaching and yet not approaching. His body movements are extraordinary and extremely stunning!
The figure was so light and soft, and so fast that it frightened him.
Another example is the civet cat, which always slaps him when he is tense, as if... playing.
He felt very uncomfortable, and it was not as easy to suppress as outsiders imagined.
Fortunately, Zhu Jiu was only in the Jindan stage, and the high-intensity dodging had exhausted her spiritual power, so Ling Yuanhan approached with a fierce move.
Zhu Jiu stepped on the stone railing, leaned back and bent over to avoid it.
A light of success flashed in Ling Yuanhan's eyes. When he caught her body frozen in mid-air, he suddenly changed his tactics!
Turn and attack the lower body.
This lightning-fast change almost foreseeably resulted in Zhu Jiu, who made a mistake in judgment, having his legs chopped off.
Zhu Jiu's face turned pale under the sword light, as if he was terrified.
Ling Yuanhan smiled cruelly: "Accidents, just put an end to them. No one who is self-righteous in front of me will survive, including you."
Everyone thought that Zhu Jiu was going to be killed on the spot because she had no way to avoid it and had no other choice.
But in a flash, Ling Yuanhan saw her smile, her eyes and eyebrows were soft and smooth, yet also had an evil look to them.
The trajectory of her spiritual power changed slightly, and her body fell into the lake like a meteor!
When he fell, he still had time to criticize, "How come Chu Yi is still alive and well?"
"..."
Ling Yuanhan's eyes darkened, and his spiritual consciousness immediately searched downwards, but there was no trace! There was not even the sound of someone falling into the water.
but……
Ling Yuanhan smiled contemptuously and used an extremely beautiful move to attack behind him!
"Playing tricks on me?"
Zhu Jiu smiled: "Conspiracy? No need to follow you."
She made a gesture with her fingers, clenched her hands and pulled them out, as if she had grabbed a handful of stars from the sky, and said four cold words: "Plum Rain Star River!"
At that moment, everyone seemed to be locked in an unshakable cold aura.
Not for life or death, just for a sword.
A charming laugh echoed: "Lend me your sword."
Countless sword cultivators didn't even have time to suppress it, and the swords in the scabbards hummed and came out of the scabbards.
Like a whale heading towards the sea, soaring into the sky!
Transform into light, gather light, chase light, and obey her orders.
Ling Yuanhan's pupils suddenly shrank, and a look of disbelief finally appeared in his eyes.
Thousands of flying swords were like the sudden plum rain in the cool weather, or like the stars falling into the world.
So silvery, so cold, so immortal!
Is this a sword?
Who can stop it?
Anyway, Ling Yuanhan tried his best, used all the means, and used all the talismans, armor and body protection jade beads, but he was still penetrated clearly.
He was stabbed so hard that he looked bloody, with blood oozing out of the hole. It was so tragic.
He wasn't hurt in any vital parts, and even the Mahayana insurance his family had given him wasn't triggered, which was even worse.
Xingjun sighed as above.
The people around were so shocked that they forgot to breathe and forgot what day it was.
Baisui City was as quiet as a dead city.
The sword practitioners held the empty scabbards in their hands helplessly and began to doubt their lives.
Many people have imagined what it is like to be a swordsman and what they will become.
That beautiful and stunning dream finally came true.
It’s a pity that it is embodied in other people.
The city lord was a man of great insight, but he still had the following question in his heart: Is the menstruation in this world disrupted?
As for Chu Yi, his heart was in a state of chaos and it was only a few breaths before he said, "It's just a flying sword, how can it hurt me?"
He was a true disciple of Jueya and had a keen eye. He had seen all kinds of brilliant swordsmen, but he was still deeply amazed by Zhu Jiu's sword.
Feng Zhiyi said in a cold voice: I told you before, be careful of her sword.
Chu Yi: But you didn’t say to be careful of other people’s swords.
Feng Zhiyi: ...
At this moment when everyone was paying attention, Zhu Jiu once again slowly picked up a teacup that had not yet broken.
She leaned against the stone railing, her feet on the cold water, and took a sip of the drink. There was a hint of heat enveloping her slender, dark eyebrows and eyes.
That scene, eighty thousand miles of enlightenment, ultimately poetry, wine and pastoral life.
Everyone was so overwhelmed by the heroism and power that they forgot to speak.
After Zhu Jiu finished drinking, he shook his wrist and the shadow of the porcelain cup returned to its original place.
"Thank you for the hospitality." Zhu Jiu raised her eyebrows and smiled at Cang Jie who was staring at her blankly.
Cangjie looked blankly at the cup beside him that was still warm, and found that his knees were a little weak and his heart rate soared sharply.
There are so many thoughts that they are a mess.
Xingjun saw through everything and said calmly, "Congratulations, you got a cup of tea for free. Rounding it off, it's the same as getting that prostitute for free."
Then he suddenly asked, "Has anyone ever told you that you are really pretentious?"
Zhu Jiu smiled and said, "If you say so, then so be it, but... help me, Xingjun! I'm about to faint!"
Given her current Jindan realm and spiritual condition, she was completely drained of her energy and spirit by rashly using a move that consumed so much of her spiritual power and mind.
Xingjun snorted, and although he mocked her for being strong on the outside but weak on the inside and pretentious, he still helped her to heal her seriously, barely enough to keep her pretending.