Standing behind him was a graceful and beautiful woman in a purple gauze skirt, it was Zixue.
With a slight smile on her face, she bowed slightly and returned the courtesy:
"Junior brother, you don't have to be polite. I was just happy to see Xun Xin. I hope that junior brother won't blame me for being reckless and meddlesome."
"How dare you," Yang Zhen took a step forward and saluted again: "If it weren't for Senior Sister's stone, I wouldn't have understood this trick so quickly."
He was telling the truth. Although he had first glimpsed the path of [The Sun Never Moves Shadow] at that time, there were still some deliberate carvings between the moves. And Zixue's stone came at just the right time, like the finishing touch, allowing him to get through at exactly that moment.
Therefore, his gratitude was not artificial, but an act of sincerity.
"What kind of stick technique are you doing?" Zixue asked curiously.
"Wind Shadow Stick." Yang Zhen answered honestly, and then gave a brief introduction to the moves and essentials of this set of stick techniques.
Zixue nodded slightly: "There are not many monks who practice stick techniques in this world. I didn't expect that this stick technique, which sounds ordinary, can be so exquisite."
Yang Zhen has been practicing this set of stick techniques for the past two years, but has always suffered from the lack of anyone to teach him and the difficulty of finding a suitable senior brother or sister who is willing to discuss it with him. Seeing that Zixue was very interested in this stick technique at this time, she simply told all her experiences and problems in practice and asked this senior sister for advice.
Zixue also has no secrets. Her cultivation level is much higher than Yang Zhen's, and her state of knowledge is far beyond that of a monk in the middle stage of Qi training. Although she is not good at stick skills, she can often hit the mark when making comments, which has benefited Yang Zhen a lot.
"The last move, [Destruction Stick], is a move that can destroy heaven and earth," she explained patiently: "A monk must have the courage to disregard life and death. Only in this way can he use his whole body's strength to create something far beyond his own number. Double the damage..."
"The higher your cultivation level, the stronger the destructive power contained in this move. Even if you reach the golden elixir or Nascent Soul in the future, this move will never be outdated and can still be used by you..."
"Actually, the stick you swung when you fell from the sky this afternoon already had some shadow of this move."
Zixue smiled sweetly.
She was naturally beautiful, and her smile was like a snow lotus blooming or an epiphyllum in full bloom; it was also like the dawn of dawn, when the sun broke through the mist. Yang Zhen's eyes lit up and she laughed in unison.
With a feeling of intimacy in his heart, he said rashly: "Senior Sister Zixue, what is your cultivation level?"
The woman smiled but did not answer.
Yang Zhen was completely unaware and asked again: "Where is Senior Sister from?"
Zixue chuckled: "Qingzhou people. Junior brother, if you still ask questions like this, I have to leave!"
Only then did Yang Zhen realize her rudeness. In the world of cultivating immortals, unless the other person takes the initiative to tell you, or you are an elder of the sect, it is quite rude to ask about someone's cultivation level, place of origin, spiritual roots, etc.
His face was a little hot, but fortunately it was night and she probably wouldn't notice.
As his mind raced, he remembered something: "Senior sister, was Yue'er's swordsmanship taught by you?"
Zixue didn't take it seriously: "Did Yue'er tell you?"
"No," Yang Zhen shook her head: "I was practicing with Yue'er once, and I saw a woman wearing a purple shirt in the woods. It should be you, senior sister, right?"
Zixue's face suddenly showed surprise, and she said softly "Hmm".
"From now on, when Yue'er and I are sparring, I'd like to ask my senior sister to come and give me some advice." Yang Zhen said politely.
"Okay!" Zixue agreed.
Yang Zhen suddenly didn't know what to say anymore and seemed to be chatting to death.
It's just that this woman is gentle and elegant, like the big sister next door, which makes him linger, always wanting to talk to someone else.
He was a little nervous for a moment, but Zixue didn't leave. She just looked at the Cui Wei Mountains under the moonlight in silence.
Suddenly, the two of them looked in the direction of Yuezhen Pavilion at the same time.
A girl dressed in white is standing at the door of the cave.
"Yue'er, are you up too?" Zixue greeted.
The girl was none other than Zhao Yue'er. She seemed to be a little sleepy and walked over in a daze.
"Sister Zixue, I didn't see you when I woke up."
Seeing Yang Zhen next to him again, he suddenly rushed up and hugged him:
"Little Shitou, you really scared me to death this afternoon. I thought you were going to die, wuwu..."
Although the little girl cried at that time, she was more busy rescuing people. Later, when she saw that Yang Zhen had turned the corner, her heart dropped to the ground. She was so happy that she forgot about her previous worries and fears.
At this time, in the dead of night, the suppressed emotions in her heart were finally released, and she couldn't help crying.
Yang Zhen was moved and patted the girl's back gently, comforting her softly: "It's okay. Isn't she fine now?"
"Woo, I won't take you to heaven anymore!" the little girl blamed herself.
"That won't work!" Yang Zhen said with a smile: "In the future, when I go in and out of Wufang Pavilion, I have to trouble you, the female sword fairy, to see me off!"
"What if it falls again..."
"Don't be afraid, at worst I can make a parachute..."
"Parachute?" Zixue wondered: "What is that?"
Zhao Yue'er also stopped crying and looked at Yang Zhen curiously.
"A thing that allows you to fall from the sky safely..." Yang Zhen explained while using her hand to draw a virtual drawing of the object in front of her.
Both girls were greatly surprised by what they saw.
Zixue walked up to Yang Zhen and looked him up and down, her eyes full of doubts: "Parachute, and your exciting legendary stories, Yue'er, as a junior brother, how do you have such a big brain? Where do you come from all these wild imaginations?" ?”
Yang Zhen's heart trembled, and when she was waiting for a reply, she heard the little girl boasting: "My younger brother comes from a scholarly family and has read many books since he was a child! His father is our local government official. If it were not framed by a traitor, Maybe I can even win the top prize!"
This unpretentious compliment made Yang Zhen's face heat up.
But Zixue heard the story: "A traitor framed? What's going on!"
Yang Zhen coughed lightly and told the whole story about Yang Yin's imperial examination case that he had heard from his mother-in-law, Chen Fugui and others.
"Since you have been wronged, why don't you appeal to the court?" Zixue continued to ask.
"I was young at the time and didn't know the details. I originally wanted to go to the capital to find someone in two years to find out." Yang Zhen explained.
But he felt extremely guilty in his heart. If this matter hadn't been mentioned tonight, his nominal son would have long forgotten about avenging Yang Yin.
"When I return to the Zhao family during the Chinese New Year, I must ask the Zhao family's head to find out the details of this matter." He thought to himself.
In the Xu Kingdom, those who cultivate immortality are those who are superior to others. Although the Zhao family is just a Zifu family, it is also a behemoth that cannot be offended by the Xu Kingdom's court. Yang Zhen did not do anything to bully others, she just wanted to understand the truth of the year, and the Xu court could not refuse to agree.
Of course, if Yang Yin died unjustly, then we must seek justice for him!
