After the sun emerged from the darkness.
The whole sky suddenly became brighter.
In the early morning in Xiaohe Village, the sun is shining brightly and the air is fresh. Countless birds were standing on the branches and chirping happily.
Located in the westernmost cabin of Xiaohe Village.
After finishing washing, Zhao Wuji sat in the backyard, concentrated his attention, and whispered: "ADS9923957, are you there?"
As soon as his voice fell to the ground, a child's voice sounded in his mind, "Dear Mr. Tooth Blade, No. ADS9923957 Junior Intelligence, at your service at any time!"
Zhao Wuji squeezed his thigh hard and realized that everything last night was not a dream.
He took a deep breath and then whispered: "Can I go in that place yesterday again?"
As soon as his voice hit the ground, the child's voice in his mind followed, "Of course, do you want to enter now?"
Zhao Wuji nodded his head.
next moment.
With a faint golden light flashing, Zao Wuji appeared in the completely transparent room last night after a brief "blindness".
He looked to his left side, his face slightly excited and said: "ADS9923957, does the thing on it really belong to me?"
"Yes, Mr. Tooth Blade, according to the 369th inheritance law of the Nolan Empire, the examiners of the prince candidates have the right to select a basic law and an advanced secret book from the empire's database!"
After getting a positive answer.
Zao Wuji moved to the transparent wall on the left.
above the wall.
"Nolan's True Interpretation" and "Nine Old Man and Eighteen Knives" that he selected last night are exuding a soft light.
Before Zhao Wuji stretched out his hand to touch, he confirmed again: "Are you sure you won't suddenly throw me out of here like yesterday?"
"Dear Mr. Tooth Blade, yesterday ADS9923957 detected that your soul strength was declining rapidly, so it activated Article 102 of the Intelligent Law and kicked you out of the dimensional space!"
After the child's voice ends.
Zhao Wuji nodded his head.
ADS9923957 explained it this way last night.
He thought for a moment and then asked another question, "Can I change your name?"
The number ADS9923957 is long and difficult to remember!
Zhao Wuji's voice fell to the ground.
With a beeping sound on the ground, a child's voice sounded in the room again, "Please name the host!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji pondered slightly.
In just a moment, he blurted out: "Xiaoya, I will call you Xiaoya from now on!"
After a brief silence in the room.
A child's voice appeared out of thin air again, "Dear Mr. Yabian, Xiaoya is happy to serve you!"
Xiaoya's voice fell to the ground.
Zhao Wuji frowned slightly.
After a while, he spoke in a consultative tone, "'Yazhan' was my name in my previous life. My current name is 'Zhao Wuji'. Can you change my name?"
This time.
Xiaoya was silent for much longer than before.
About two or three minutes later.
After running at high speed, Xiaoya spoke again: "What do you want me to call you?"
Zhao Wuji blurted out without thinking, "Wuji will do it!"
His voice fell to the ground.
After a brief silence in the room, Xiaoya's voice sounded again, "As you wish, Wuji."
This time.
Zhao Wuji finally felt more comfortable.
He looked at the transparent wall, his heart crossed, and he stretched out his left hand.
As his left hand touched the wall.
"Nolan's True Interpretation" and "Nine Old Man's Eighteen Knives", which exuded soft light, immediately turned into two streams of light and penetrated into his head one after the other.
More than a minute later.
Zhao Wuji, who was addicted to "Nolan's True Interpretation", was awakened by Xiaoya's urgent cry.
He opened his closed eyes and asked with a look of reluctance: "What's the matter, Xiaoya?"
"Someone is knocking on the door outside!"
After Xiaoya finished speaking, Zhao Wuji was stunned and immediately left the dimensional space according to what Xiaoya taught last night.
As soon as he returned to the backyard, he heard a knock on the door from ahead.
Zao Wuji looked at the clock he had taken off and muttered to himself with confusion on his face: "It shouldn't be, it's still early before eight o'clock!"
Confused, he opened the door.
People outside the door.
It wasn't Erya, but a girl he didn't know.
Zhao Wuji looked at the girl with confusion on his face and said, "Who are you? Do you have a problem with me?"
His voice just hit the ground.
The girl outside the door responded while squeezing into the wooden house: "I heard that you injured your right hand. I'm here to help you clean up the house, wash the clothes, and cook!"
While Zhao Wuji was stunned, the girl squeezed into the wooden house.
More than ten minutes later.
Zhao Wuji looked at the few girls in front of him who were vying to make breakfast for him, covering his forehead, feeling a little confused about whether to laugh or cry.
If he couldn't guess the purpose of these girls at this time, he would have wasted more than thirty years in his previous life.
Seeing that the verbal conflict between several girls gradually turned into a physical conflict, Zhao Wuji's face turned cold and he shouted loudly: "Stop it!"
His voice was like thunder, frightening several girls to the point where they immediately stopped what they were doing.
Zhao Wuji took advantage of this gap, stepped forward, pointed at the dark-skinned Erya and said, "Erya stays, and everyone else leaves!"
His voice fell to the ground.
Except for Erya, the other girls all stayed where they were.
A moment later.
A girl about 12 years old burst into tears.
This voice is like a fuse.
soon.
Every girl immediately burst into tears and sobbed softly.
Zhao Wuji looked at the girls, his head gradually getting bigger.
He knew very well that he must not be soft-hearted at this time, so after taking a deep breath, he said with a cold face: "Shut up!"
Finished this sentence.
All the sobbing girls immediately closed their mouths and looked at Zhao Wuji with eyes full of fear.
What Zhao Wuji wanted was this effect. He pursued the victory and then said coldly: "This is not a place for you to cry and cry. Leave now and go home, otherwise I will call the village chief immediately!"
His cold appearance shocked a group of girls.
Coupled with the authority of the village chief Dong Dawei in Xiaohe Village, several girls gradually began to want to quit.
The youngest girl hesitated slightly and was the first to exit the cabin.
Someone started, and other girls immediately imitated him.
soon.
In the wooden house, only Zhao Wuji and Erya were left.
Zhao Wuji looked in the direction of the wooden house door and breathed a sigh of relief.
Just when he turned his head, he found Erya not far away with a hint of shame in her eyes and rubbing her hair with both hands.
"no!"
Zhao Wuji screamed in his heart and made a decision.
He looked at Erya and said slowly: "Erya, make more noodles today, and just come once a week. I will pay Uncle Hu regularly!"
When Zhao Wuji's voice fell to the ground, Erya was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned slightly pale.
The young Erya couldn't understand why the young master "Changchun" left her alone one moment, but only allowed him to come once a week the next moment.
She bit her lip, raised her head, and said with mist in her eyes: "Young... Young Master, is Erya doing... a bad job?"
Zhao Wuji shook his head and said with a hard heart: "No, your coming here every day will disturb my practice!"
Having said this, he paused slightly, and then said coldly: "If you don't want to, I will settle your wages today!"
Erya heard this and shook her head quickly.
Two hours later.
In the backyard of the wooden house, Zhao Wuji concentrated his mind and was about to enter the dimensional space.
At this moment, there was another knock on the door in the wooden house ahead.
"what happened again?"
Zhao Wuji was slightly unhappy and moved to the wooden house.
Two minutes later.
Somewhat depressed, he welcomed a group of enthusiastic uncles into the backyard and started chatting with them.
Near noon, Zao Wuji's originally small backyard was crowded with villagers.
The purpose of these villagers coming here is surprisingly the same.
They all hope that Zhao Wuji can help and take his children to stay in Yong'an City for a long time!
It was impossible for Zhao Wuji to let go of this.
then.
A group of villagers came happily and left cursing.
Shortly after the villagers left, Zhao Wuji took a long knife and also left the wooden house.
More than two hours later.
In a quiet canyon about ten kilometers away from Xiaohe Village, Zhao Wuji carefully inspected his surroundings, concentrated his energy, and entered the dimensional space.
It didn't take long.
He appeared in the canyon with an excited look on his face.
Just as Zao Wou-Ki was checking the contents of "The True Interpretation of Nolan" and "Nine Old Man and Eighteen Swords", many persevering villagers gathered in front of his wooden house again.
Only this time, Zhao Wuji was not in the wooden house. No matter how they knocked on the door, no one would open the door for them.
as time flows.
In the next few days, even the villagers who persisted gradually gave up their relationship with "Changchun".
It's not that they don't want to persist, it's that their persistence has no effect at all.
Zhao Wuji left Xiaohe Village at dawn and came back at dusk, so they couldn't touch each other at all.
Although they could squat down to each other at night, no one would try such an offending practice unless they were fools.
Over time.
The villagers gradually gave up.
Undisturbed, Zhao Wuji repaired the damaged acupuncture points through modification at night, and during the day he practiced the "Nine Old Man and Eighteen Swordsman" outside.
On days like this, time flies.
In the blink of an eye, it was more than a month later.
Beside a stream far away from Xiaohe Village, Zhao Wuji ignored the severe cold and went shirtless, revealing his well-defined upper body.
He took a deep breath, shouted loudly, made a fist with his left hand, and quickly hit the boulder in front of him.
It landed with a loud bang.
The boulder, which was as tall as a person and at least ten tons, slowly cracked.
Zhao Wuji looked at his masterpiece and nodded with satisfaction.
last night.
All 36 acupoints on the body were transformed by him.
Not only was his strength restored, it was far greater than before!
However, even so, Zhao Wuji also had troubles.
After practicing for more than a month, although his strength was much higher than before, he had not even touched the threshold, let alone mastered the first move in "Nine Old Masters and Eighteen Swords".
This made him wonder, was he really a swordsman genius in his previous life?
