When they arrived at the main mountain villa, Zhu Minglang found that the disciples of the Sword Sect were watching the show.
Zhu Minglang, who always liked to join in the fun, quickly walked up. He wondered if a sword master was fighting over a girl.
The Distant Mountain Sword Sect encouraged its disciples to cultivate together. Therefore, the matter of fighting because of a certain charming senior sister or a pure junior sister in the Sword Sect could be said to be quite pleasant to see.
He pushed through the crowd and almost wanted to ask a disciple for some fried sunflower seeds. However, when he saw the girl standing on the stone platform, his eyes widened.
Was this how Zi Miaozhu brought Nan Lingsha to the Distant Mountain Villa?
Didn't he already tell her that Nan Lingsha had nothing to do with him? Although she looked the same as his wife, they were two different people!
"Huff ~ Huff ~"
The Sword Sect's Eldest Senior Sister, Zi Miaozhu, was panting heavily. Her eyes flashed with unwillingness, even though her hand holding the sword was trembling and her fingers were numb to the point of almost losing feeling.
They were about the same age.
Zi Miaozhu was the Head Female Disciple of the Sword Sect's Holy Hall. How could she lose to an unknown woman?
Then, he looked at Nan Lingsha. She stood quietly on the other side of the dividing line. She hadn't moved at all, and there wasn't a single drop of sweat on her face.
This meant that she hadn't even used her full strength.
Zi Miaozhu found it hard to accept.
Zi Miaozhu said, "Can you take off your veil? I want to see who I lost to."
A loss was a loss. There was no point in being unsatisfied. Her master had taught her to face her shortcomings and failures.
Nan Lingsha hesitated for a moment before slowly taking the veil off her face.
It was just a spar. Nan Lingsha noticed that Zi Miaozhu had held back in her first attack.
Of course, she was quite satisfied with Zi Miaozhu's strength. It was very difficult to find a Divine Mortal Realm cultivator at Zi Miaozhu's level in the Ancestral Dragon City.
Zi Miaozhu looked at Nan Lingsha and was momentarily dazed …
She was even more beautiful than she had imagined.
The other disciples of the Sword Sect were stunned as well.
It wasn't that her exquisite appearance could move everyone who had a different sense of beauty. Instead, it was that her strength had subdued everyone, yet she was still so beautiful!
"Artist Nan Lingsha." Nan Lingsha slowly put down the brush in her hand and bowed gracefully.
"Sword Master Zi Miaozhu, I concede defeat." Zi Miaozhu returned her sword to its scabbard.
Zi Miaozhu's return of the bow was even deeper. When she raised her head and looked up, she said, "From now on, senior apprentice brother and I will only have the relationship of senior apprentice brother and sister. There will be no other thoughts."
"????" The fog had clearly been dispelled, but Zhu Minglang was still confused.
"This has nothing to do with me," Nan Lingsha said calmly.
After Nan Lingsha finished speaking, she didn't care whether Zi Miaozhu understood or not. She walked to the edge of the eight-trigram platform and looked at the clear night sky. It was as if she was memorizing the scenery in her heart.
Zi Miaozhu was even more confused and hurriedly asked, "But didn't you say that you two felt like old friends at first sight and were in love with each other?"
Nan Lingsha frowned and turned around. She saw Zhu Minglang, who was eating melon seeds in the crowd.
"That is Li Yunzi. You can ask him about the details." Nan Lingsha pointed at Zhu Minglang with her finger. Then, she did not bother about this matter anymore. She focused on the scenery of the distant mountains in her heart.
Li Yunzi?
Who was Li Yunzi?
Zi Miaozhu stared at Zhu Minglang with her big eyes.
Eh, where did he go?
Senior Apprentice Brother was clearly in the crowd. How did he disappear just as he spoke?
…
After arriving at the side peak, Zhu Minglang brought Fang Niannian to the forest to hunt a wild boar with a demonic cultivator. Zhu Minglang simply started a bonfire next to the pavilion.
After feeding the two greedy little pigs, Zhu Minglang returned to the villa.
At this moment, Nan Lingsha had already returned. She was sitting in front of the wooden table and memorizing the night sky of the distant mountains. There were a lot of discarded paper neatly stacked to the side.
Under the lamp, her expression was focused and her temperament was elegant. She was so quiet that she looked like a talented poet from a noble family.
Zhu Minglang didn't disturb her. Fang Niannian originally wanted to approach her sweetly, but after some hesitation and deep thought, she gave up.
At this moment, Nan Lingsha looked as gentle as water, but she was actually unapproachable!
"Zhu Minglang, do you think Sister Lingsha has intermittent amnesia?" Fang Niannian asked softly.
"I don't know if she has it, but I know someone who definitely has it," Zhu Minglang said.
"Who?"
"You'll know when we get to Zhu Men."
…
On the second day, Painter Nan Lingsha's name spread throughout the Distant Mountain Sword Sect. After all, all Zong Lin cared about their reputation the most. As long as this sort of spar and challenge was significant, it was very easy for people to remember it.
As the top female disciple of the Sword Sect's Saint Hall, losing to an outsider was indeed a big deal.
Zhu Minglang was also very embarrassed. When he returned to the Zong Lin of the Extreme Court Continent, he still hadn't made a name for himself yet. On the other hand, Nan Lingsha's name would soon spread throughout the various Zong Lin.
Disciples always received the most attention.
Disciples were young and had unlimited potential. The four major Zong Lin would even hold a competition every two years. It was nothing more than a competition where the Uncle-Masters would bring their outstanding disciples to the Extreme Court Royal Capital to compete.
Those who could stand out would immediately become famous in the various countries of the Extreme Court Continent.
"Senior Brother."
Zi Miaozhu's voice sounded outside the door.
Zhu Minglang knew that some things couldn't be avoided, so he walked to the courtyard openly.
Zi Miaozhu stood under the Phoenix Perch Pine. She stood beside the silver bell that was ringing in the night wind. She was slim and graceful, beautiful and moving.
"Junior Sister." Zhu Minglang walked over. He remembered what the Sword Saint's Great Grandfather had told him.
"I was looking forward to this year's Zong Lin Competition," Zi Miaozhu said. "I wanted to really make a name for myself. But after today's battle, I feel that I still have a lot to learn. I want to travel and see more of the world."
"Then be careful," Zhu Minglang said.
"Don't worry," Zi Miaozhu said. "I will follow Master Snow Mark."
"That's good. You can learn a lot from her." Zhu Minglang nodded.
"The Zong Lin Competition is a great honor for us disciples," Zi Miaozhu said. "We prepare for it almost every day and night. But after you left the mountain, you didn't participate in any of the competitions. At that time, you were already out of the range of us disciples, right?"
"Yes. If there was a competition between Senior Uncle and Master, I might participate. It's a pity that those who are older would rather not compete than lose due to their pride." Zhu Minglang nodded his head.
He hadn't even heard of the Zong Lin Competition after he left the mountain.
Zhu Xuehen wouldn't allow Zhu Minglang to participate in this kind of children's competition, even though Zhu Minglang hadn't been an adult at that time.
"Then how long have you been Master Dragon Shepherd?" Zi Miaozhu asked.
"Officially, it's been less than a year," Zhu Minglang said.
"Then I can participate this time. Swordsman, you are a master," Zi Miaozhu said. "But Master Dragon Shepherd, you just joined the sect, so you're still a disciple … The competition rewards are very generous every year, and Master Dragon Shepherd needs resources the most."
"I can think about it." Zhu Minglang calculated the time. It seemed that the competition was at the end of summer, and there wasn't much time left.
Master Dragon Shepherd needed a lot of resources. The more resources he had, the stronger he would be. After all, if every dragon was regarded as a type of divine power, then Zhu Minglang cultivated four divine powers.
This was why Master Dragon Shepherd became stronger as he progressed. Divine Mortals only cultivated one type of power, and many natural essences were not compatible with them. No matter how good the resources were, they were useless.
Master Dragon Shepherd had so many dragons. If he could train them well, each of them would be able to stand on their own and face a group of divine mortals without fear.
Therefore, the better the resources, the higher the limit!
If he could get his hands on resources, he would take them without hesitation.
If he didn't need them, he would sell them for money!
In the past, Zhu Minglang roamed the world with his sword alone. He didn't care about anything, and money was like dirt.
Now that he had so many dragons by his side, just the monthly dragon food alone would make Zhu Minglang poor …
In the future, he would only have more dragon pets.
He also had to build his own team of Master Dragon Shepherds.
If Nan Lingsha asked him for a salary as a divine mortal in the future, he would have to pay for all her expensive dragon blood and dragon paper. Who knew how much he would spend!
Zi Miaozhu's words reminded him of something.
He had to fight for what he needed. Competitions like this were the face of the big factions, and the rewards would definitely be generous. It was far better than aimlessly searching for natural essences.
"Senior Brother, Senior Brother?" Zi Miaozhu saw that Zhu Minglang was a bit absent-minded, so she called out to him twice.
"Ah? What's wrong? "Zhu Minglang asked.
"Aunt Xue Hen is the keeper of order in Li Chuan. I think if I follow her, I will also step into the land where you are lost. If I have the chance, I have to meet Li Yunzi," Zi Miaozhu said.
"Actually …"
"Senior Brother, you don't have to say such comforting words. How could I not understand your thoughts? I'm just unwilling to accept it. If Li Yunzi is more outstanding than Nan Lingsha, then I think I'll be happy for you." Zi Miaozhu smiled and spoke with a bit of calmness.
"Junior Sister, I am very happy that you can think like this. After all, in my eyes, you have always been my younger sister. In the Zhu Sect, I have many blood relatives, but I know very well that once I lose my dazzling divine power, they will treat me like dirt. As for you, no matter how strong I am or how ordinary I am, you will always treat me the same, "Zhu Minglang said sincerely.
After so many years, Zi Miaozhu still worshipped him.
She also knew that after becoming a Master Dragon Shepherd, her strength was not as strong as before.
However, she still respected him and treated him honestly.
Even if there was no love between a man and a woman, Zhu Minglang still felt that the relationship between them was very precious.
He didn't know how many people in the Zhu Sect could compare to his Junior Sister.
There were probably more people who took pleasure in his misfortune and even hit him when he was down.
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