Chapter 127 Determined!

The night at Chongju Peak was very lively.

The diligent disciples were still cultivating their fists and feet, either meditating cross-legged or attacking each other.

Lazily, they gathered together in groups of three or five, spitting out something, or talking about recent anecdotes, or about the battle between Meng Liang and Chen Xuanji that was about to begin in two days.

On the wooden pavilion at the mountainside, Mo Chen Zi and Gui Puti stood side by side.

"Good." Mo Chen Zi looked at the scene below the mountain and sighed faintly.

A complicated expression flashed through the purple pupils of the young girl. "Good scenery fades away easily," she said, "but it's just a mirror."

These words were talking about the scenery, but they were referring to people.

Hearing this, Mo Chen Zi smiled and turned to look at the girl beside him. "I mean, it's good to have you here."

The girl was stunned. Something in her purple eyes melted in that instant, but she quickly frowned.

"Are you better than your little martial nephew? You only have half a year to live, and you still need to spend your True Essence to suppress the demonic energy for him. You've been wiping other people's butts all your life. Can't you live for yourself even if you're here?" She said unhappily with a deep sense of helplessness in her resentful tone.

She knew very well that he was such a person.

She liked him like this, but she was helpless against him like this.

However, Mo Chen Zi didn't respond to her resentment, or he didn't know how to respond.

Seeing this, the girl sighed and said, "If you really care about your little martial nephew, you shouldn't let him stay in the Exquisite Pavilion."

Mo Chen Zi recognized the meaning behind the girl's words. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong? The Dark Asura Palace is finally ready to attack the Exquisite Pavilion?"

The girl shook her head and said, "Great Xiamen will fall. The Linglong Pavilion's stall is too big, and you don't want to settle down. Instead, you want to interfere in the court affairs. Too many people can't hold him."

Mo Chen Zi smiled again at that time, his smile still a little ugly.

"Everyone has their own path. Since he likes this place, let him stay. When the Great Xiamen fell, who knows if he will be the pillar of Qing Tian?"

These words made the girl a little unhappy. Her brows furrowed even deeper. She turned to look at Mo Chen Zi and wanted to say something. However, there was a sound of footsteps coming from afar. The girl was alert and put away the words that had come to her mouth.

Not far away, a youth with a black cat on his shoulder and a white strip tied to his right arm slowly walked over.

However, it was Xu Han who had arranged to meet Mo Chen Zi later today.

When he arrived at the wooden pavilion and saw a young girl standing beside Mo Chen Zi, Xu Han was also stunned.

"Greetings, Martial Uncle." He first bowed respectfully to Mo Chen Zi, then looked at the girl beside him and cupped his hands, not knowing what to call her.

"Call me Senior."

"Second Martial Niang!" Mo Chen Zi's voice sounded almost at the same time as the girl's.

Xu Han was stunned, and his expression immediately became strange.

He sized up the girl from head to toe. She looked only two to three years older than Fang Ziyu. He then looked at his Senior Martial Uncle. Although he looked like he was forty or fifty years old, his actual age was probably over sixty.

The old cow eats the tender grass, or the tender grass sticks upside down…

Xu Han secretly gave his Martial Uncle a thumbs up in his heart, but on the surface, he still cupped his hands and said to the girl, "Xu Han greets Second Martial Niang."

The purple-colored eyes of the girl who had received this title immediately overflowed with joy. She raised her head towards Mo Chen like a general who had won a battle.

Mo Chen could only smile bitterly and shake his head.

"Since you have called me Master Niang, this greeting gift for the elders should not be too shabby." At that time, the girl looked at Xu Han and took out something from her sleeve and handed it to Xu Han.

Xu Han was stunned for a moment before subconsciously taking over the item. Looking closely, his expression changed.

That thing is an ancient yellowed book.

It was written in three large characters, "Asura Art!"

Xu Han didn't care about anything else at the moment. He carefully flipped through the contents of the book, but it was the middle and second chapters of the Asura Art, which was also a missing part of his book.

One had to know that even in the Dark Asura Palace, the profound part of the Asura Art was a mystery to the Asura. It required sufficient credit to obtain it. And Xu Han's physical cultivation had been stuck in the Vajra Realm for the past few years because of the lack of a follow-up technique to the Asura Art. The follow-up cultivation method that this girl gave him could be said to be giving him charcoal in the snow.

Moreover, with his demonic arm, his demonic power could no longer damage his meridians as it had done in the past. This cultivation technique could be said to be extremely suitable for Xu Han.

Therefore, he looked at the girl at that time and wanted to express his gratitude.

"No need." However, the girl waved her hand and said, "You should cultivate properly. Don't let your Senior Martial Uncle worry about you. It's the best gift to thank you."

Xu Han was stunned. He quickly remembered that Mo Chen Zi had suppressed the demonic power of his right arm for him yesterday. Although Mo Chen Zi did not say it clearly, Xu Han could tell that this matter had consumed a lot of Mo Chen Zi. Although the two of them had only known each other for a day, Xu Han could feel Mo Chen's concern for him from the bottom of his heart.

Therefore, he nodded heavily at that time.

"Xu Han will definitely live up to the teachings of Martial Uncle and Second Martial Niang!"

"Yes." Seeing that Xu Han was like this, the girl was very satisfied. She waved her hand and said, "There is no need to worry about what happened to you in Dark Asura Palace. I will destroy all the records about you. From now on, there will be no more Asura in the world that beggars sell their bodies to. Only Xu Han, the guest of the Exquisite Pavilion."

Hearing this, Xu Han was stunned.

The fact that this girl was able to give him a cultivation technique like the Asura Art surprised him greatly. She was actually able to erase his records in the Dark Asura Palace.

Xu Han, who had stayed in Dark Asura Hall for four years, was well aware of the difficulty involved.

He thought about it carefully. It seemed that only the Ten Halls of Yama were capable of such a degree in the Dark Asura Palace.

At that moment, the look in his eyes towards the girl also became horrified.

…

At the same time, in a courtyard on Chongju Peak.

Meng Liang was in a daze as he wiped his purple eyes with the medicinal liquid while thinking about what had happened with Fang Ziyu today.

The girl raised her head and left after giving him a fierce punch.

He was thinking, was it the folk customs of this Great Zhou? Or was Fang Ziyu's way of expressing his love too special?

He was a little confused, so he reached out to scratch the back of his head in distress.

At this moment, a crisp bird cry suddenly came from outside the room.

Meng Liang's body trembled, as if he had realized something. He quickly walked outside the room, only to see the white pigeon standing at the door, looking around.

He hurriedly lifted the pigeon up and took out a letter from its ankle.

Then he released the white pigeon and walked into the room with the letter in his hand.

He rushed to the candlelight in the room and opened the letter. At that time, the contents of the letter appeared in his eyes.

"The three kings respect themselves. Your Majesty's dragon body is unsafe, and it will fall in March."

"A great battle in Jinling City is imminent. Quickly return."

The content on the letter was extremely simple. It was only twenty words, but it caused Meng Liang's heart to sink to the extreme at that moment.

He frowned and read the contents of the letter over and over again. Finally, he let out a long sigh and stuffed the letter back into his arms.

Then, he stared blankly at the candle in front of him.

Said the calm voice.

"Don't worry, Master. I will definitely defeat Chen Xuanji."

"Bring His Highness the Seventh Prince back to Great Chen!"

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