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It was just after New Year's, and he was twelve years old, and there were no fireworks last night, so it seemed like he could rest for a while. These days, he had been screaming like crazy, so much so that he didn't have much time to practice.

In addition to the new year, along with the intervention of the Heavenly Valve Army, the economy of the coastal provinces had obviously improved. For example, on the mountainous ground like Danxia Mountain, some disciples of the Danxia Sect who were not proficient in internal martial arts had used their basic skills to travel and sell their goods. This caused Zhu Ci to be a little nervous. Luckily, the quality and shape of the fireworks were not as good as that of the soldiers of the Sky Valve Army, otherwise, Zhu Ci would have to head down the mountain.

In the years he had spent on the mountain, he had often written letters to and from the top officials of the Jing department. He had also written letters to and from Zheng Sheng and Li Dingguo, who had been studying in Taiwan. In Zheng's letters, Zhu found that Zheng had become more and more stable, and that Zheng Zilong and others had been keeping him in seclusion. Between the lines, he also expressed the hope that Boss (the name Zheng had given to Zhu Chi) would be able to release his family.

At this moment, Zhu Ci was on guard in the library on the Great Rock Mountain. It was already late at night, so Zhu Ci replied to Zheng's letter under the oil lamp, stating that he would greatly value Zheng Zilong and the others. As his power stabilized, he was no longer afraid of Zheng Zilong coming out to cause trouble. Right now, he just happened to let Zheng Zilong come out to take charge of some of the 'American plans' that were about to be carried out, allowing Gongzhi Qinglong, who had advanced by leaps and bounds, to slowly observe.

Of course, don't think that this library has any treasures, martial arts manuals or anything like that. They are all scrolls of the title of the book and medical books, oh, there are also some miscellaneous external martial arts that are all given to disciples with weak inner strength. Occasionally, some of the higher ups of the other branches of the mountain would come to borrow it.

At night, very few people came to the Compendium Pavilion. In addition, his master was recently going to go into closed-door cultivation. However, this unknown true energy seemed to be somewhat similar to the frost finger inner strength of the Sun Moon Divine Hall, but the difference made Zhu Ci feel that it was very strange. As Zhu Ci tried to use the Nine Yin Cold Ice inner qi to feel around, the frost finger inner strength was already nothing to him.

Although Zhu Ci felt cool and comfortable with every circulation of the Nine Yin Cold Ice Zhen Qi, and his body felt light and comfortable, but no matter how he trained, this unknown inner force seemed to have increased to its peak, improved slowly, and yet seemed to have stopped. He felt that it was better to cultivate his own self-created Non-Phase Internal Energy than to enter the mirror.

After Zhu Ci finished writing his letter, he sat down in meditation on the small steps of the Compendium Pavilion. He then started to circulate the unknown Nine Yin Cold Ice Finger true qi, turning back into his usual self and cultivating the Non-Phase Inner Qi.

Unconsciously, he woke up, took his cutting tools, and began to walk around Dragon Lake. Recently, because he had visited Chen Ziwen and his intelligence agents at the foot of the mountain, he had no stock left in the materials he cut, so he was walking towards Dragon Lake with his hill-like logs cut.

Seeing that no one was around, Zhu Ci hid the firewood in the thicket of trees to prevent her from being like last time. If someone took the firewood, she would have to spend a lot of time practicing cultivation at the bottom of the lake.

He dived into the water and experienced his own underwater breathing ability. Soon, he reached the bottom of the lake and started to operate his Thousand Jin Pendant, as if he was meditating on the ground. Sure enough, in the water, the progress of internal energy was much faster than the air.

After practicing for a while, feeling hungry, he saw a big fish swimming past, just in time to fill his stomach. As he stretched out his hand, he saw a carp estimated to be about seven pounds in weight, holding onto the fish.

Not long after Zhu Chi stuck his head out of the water, before his eyes had fully opened, a sharp female voice shouted, "Water ghost!"

Zhu Ci dried his eyes and looked around. On the lakeside, there was a slender woman who was currently backing away from him. He was so scared that his face turned pale. Luckily, Zhu Ci wasn't swimming and didn't take off his clothes.

The little girl was beautiful and delicate as she looked closely at the water ghost. It turned out to be a cultivator of about twelve years of age with a slender figure and elegant appearance.

The little girl looked to be twelve or thirteen years old, but she was exceptionally beautiful, and when he took a closer look at her, he realized that it was a person on the lake, not a ghost. As he stroked his chest, he was naturally furious, and as his figure floated, he had already arrived beside Zhu Ci.

However, he was used to pretending to be a disciple with poor kung fu skills, so when he saw her slashing towards him, he could only borrow her strength and fall to the ground, to prevent any harm to this little girl. He had a biochemical body, a tough body, ordinary people would use their hands as a blade to chop down, but would not break the bones in his hands.

The little girl stopped chopping, and her palms ached slightly, and Chu Ci was already in the water. He harrumphed, "A D-Rank disciple. I let you scare me, so I can't teach you a lesson."

However, after a long time, no one was able to get up from the water. It was only then that the little girl started to worry. She raised her skirt and kicked the place where Zhu Ci had fallen into the water, but there was no trace of her. Because of her extreme anger, the water became turbid after she performed her Qing Gong, making it impossible to see if anyone was there. She cursed in fear, "Hey, where are you? Hurry and get up."

The little girl shouted into the lake for a long time, but no one answered. Her face turned pale; could it be that this person was so weak, or that he had some sort of hidden disease, and had been killed in the blink of an eye? If dad and mom find out, they can't lock me up. You can't blame me for this. If you had to blame anything, you can only blame this person for his poor kung fu skills.

The little girl's mind raced. Luckily, no one had noticed her, so she quickly returned to the monastery and pretended that no one had noticed her. Having made up his mind, he turned around to leave. When he looked back, he saw the D-Rank Daoist disciple sitting on the shore, lighting a fire with a piece of wood.

The little girl gritted her teeth, walked up to Zhu Ci, pointed at him and said, "You, you, you, why didn't you answer when I called for you just now?"

Zhua Qi smiled and said, "So you've been calling me for such a long time. Oh, so it's because of me!"

The little girl hatefully said, "You, you …" She was confused. With her high cultivation base, she was one of the best in the younger generation. She didn't know when he had landed. She understood that it was because she thought he had killed someone.

Zhu Ci replied, "What about you? You didn't call me by my name, so of course I couldn't agree to your request."

The little girl was extremely angry. She kicked the rock sand onto the side of Zhu Ci's head. After the latter examined it closely, she said, "Hey, little friend, why are you so unreasonable?"

The little girl pointed with her hand: "If it weren't for the fact that you're a D-level disciple, I would definitely have let you know the benefits of losing my identity."

Judith ignored her and killed her own fish and dug her own belly. When the little girl saw that he was ignoring her, she naturally hated him to the extreme. When she saw the bonfire, she rolled her pretty eyes and continuously kicked at the sand on top of it, preventing him from starting a fire.

After killing the fish, when the fire was extinguished, he could only start another fire to roast the fish.

Normally, no matter if it was a man or woman, they would curry up and praise her, circling around her. However, this person ignored her and could only sulk in anger, sitting by the side of the pavilion's stone and watching him roast the fish. She carefully observed his delicate and pretty appearance, as if she had seen it before, but could not recall it at all.

Not long after, the fragrance of meat drifted over, and the little girl thought to herself, "I didn't expect this D grade disciple's martial arts to be so poor, but his grilling skills are actually so good. Remembering that the food in the kitchen this morning wasn't delicious enough, he became so angry and ran down the mountain to practice his martial arts. When he smelled the fragrance, he began to swallow his saliva.

How good was Zhu Ci's ears? It was a kind of biochemical miracle. As he roasted the fish, he said, "Little friend, how was it? Come, let's eat together! "

Moreover, after practicing martial arts, her appetite increased. She could only say: "Humph, just eat, it's not that I'm hungry, I'm just helping you taste it, let's see how your cooking compared to my servant's."

With a smile, Zhu Ci gave her the most of the fish belly. The little girl said with disdain, "I don't want your hand. It's really dirty. I'll do it myself."

Judy: I have to let her choose.

As he ate the fish, he began to chat with the little girl.

The little girl said, "How old are you now? You can call me little friend. Forget it, seeing as you're good at cooking fish, I'll tell you. My surname is Shen, my name is Ning, my surname is Shen, but my mother's surname is Yang." After which, he said smugly.

Zhu Ci, having been in the Danxia Mountains for so many years, had good connections, and had heard from Bao Xiang that the surname Yang was the direct name of the Danxia Sect. Regardless of whether it was Buddha, Daoist, or Taoist, many of the profound martial arts only had the surname Yang, not any other surname. He nodded and agreed, "So it's the direct descendant of Rosy. Please accept my apologies."

Although Shen Ning saw that he had spoken without a trace of disrespect, she was secretly angered and said, "Looking at your attire, you are a D-Ranked disciple of the sect. Naturally, you are not part of my sect's secret technique. Hmph, even if you say it, it would be useless. " He then started to eat the fish, acting like a woman.