Chapter 102 Worry

Zhang Wuji panicked for a moment. When the panic dissipated, he wanted to go forward to check the situation of Master Mie Jue. As soon as he walked to Master Mie Jue's body, he caught a glimpse of Zhou Zhiruo and looked at him.

Zhang Wuji was suddenly stunned. The emotions in Zhiruo's eyes were very complicated. They seemed to have resistance, resentment, and pain, but they seemed to be inaccurate. He only felt that Zhiruo's glance at him made him subconsciously not dare to approach him. He felt that he had done something wrong. Zhiruo was actually very repulsive to him...

But he still picked up Master Miejue's body and whispered: "Let's go!"

Zhou Zhiruo glanced at Zhang Wuji, then silently took Master Miejue's body, and walked out of the temple with everyone in the Emei Sect.

"Zhiruo..."

Zhang Wuji murmured, but the beauty never looked back.

Xiaoyuer silently looked at Zhou Zhiruo with only her back, and suddenly looked up at the sky again. He saw an explosion from the sky, and a firework spread out in the air, illuminating this sad night.

The little fish lowered its head and smiled. At this moment, countless fireworks flew into the sky, blooming like flowers competing for beauty.

But no one in Wan'an Temple looked at how beautiful the fireworks were tonight. They were just concerned about leaving, so where was there any intention to see the others?

At this time, the masters of Kunlun, Kongtong and Huashan sects had already flocked to leave, and only the Shaolin sect Kongwen and Kongzhi, the two divine monks, came to thank Zhang Wuji without losing their style.

"Brother Jiang..." Zhang Wuji was worried that Zhou Zhiruo was unhappy after hearing this, so he hurriedly said to Zhou Zhiruo, "Zhiruo, don't be angry, Brother Jiang is young and doesn't know how to speak..."

Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou were with Zhang Wuji and asked about his situation.

Everyone was stunned.

Zhang Wuji nodded and silently used the Nine Yang Divine Art, and then his internal strength gradually increased.

It was midnight at this time, and the heroes came to the west gate and dispersed the officers and soldiers guarding the city gate. After leaving the city for several miles, Yang Xiao had already led a mule, horse and cart to pick him up.

"What Mr. Jiang said," said Master Kong Wen. "Even if you kill many Tartars today, everyone will be injured. Let's retreat for the time being."

Zhou Zhiruo did not move and had a cold expression.

Xiaoyuer said, "Those people thought we were either south or southeast, but we were going the opposite way, radially northwest. What do you think?"

At this time, Xiao Yuer only remembered Zhou Zhiruo's words, and completely forgot that his attitude just now was not very good.

Zhang Wuji used the magical power of the Great Transfer of the Universe to help the masters of the six sects to get down the tower. His internal strength was almost exhausted. In the end, the palm that was opposite to Master Mie Jue was even more damaged, and he could hardly walk at this time.

At this time, the sky was getting brighter, and Yang Xiao had already sent someone to buy various items, including dry food, wine and meat, all of which were missing. When everyone talked about the past, they all said that it was all about Zhang Wuji and Xiao Yuer who rescued each other. Xiao Yuer only smiled from beginning to end and said nothing.

These six major sects have inherited the love between Zhang Wuji and Xiao Yuer, so they have to follow the lead of these two men. Zhang Wuji is humble and polite and gives in, but how can the rest of them be willing?

Zhang Songxi said: "This place is not far from the city. We are so upset in the Tartars capital today. How can the traitor king stop? When the fire in the palace is extinguished, we will definitely send troops to chase him. Let's leave here first and then make a decision."

He Taichong said: "It is best if the traitor king sent someone to chase him. But let's kill him and let him have the anger he has suffered in the past few days."

It turned out that Zhou Zhiruo and the Emei Sect couldn't bear to run around with Master Mie Jue's body, so they cremated Master Mie Jue's body. Xiao Yuer first got the news and asked Zhang Wuji to go over. Then Kong Wen, Kong Zhi, Song Yuanqiao and others also went over to pay tribute to the sacrifice one by one.

"Miss Zhou, Brother Zhang kindly comforts you. It's okay if you don't appreciate it. There is no need to act like you are keeping others from afar!" Xiao Yuer walked over and spoke in an aggressive tone. He just couldn't stand Zhou Zhiruo's indifferent look, as if no one could stir her emotions. Master Mie Jue was too dead, so why did Zhang Wuji be in trouble?

Although the heroes of Master Miejue were strange in nature, they were always chivalrous and righteous, and were respected by the people in the martial arts world.

Xiao Yuer held Zhang Wuji and saw that he was pale and sweating on his head, he simply carried him on his back. Zhang Wuji was moved and was about to speak sensational, but was interrupted by Xiao Yuer: "Don't say anything stingy, hurry up and rest."

"Yes, it has nothing to do with me. I'll meddle in other people's business." Xiao Yuer was so angry that she hugged her hands and hummed, but she became more and more angry, because he suddenly understood why he said such aggressive words just now.

Zhang Wuji felt a slight pain in his heart and became panicked.

Yang Xiao clapped his hands and said, "Young Master Jiang has a very high perspective. The northwest is vast and sparsely populated. You can find a barren mountain and hide for a while. The Tartars must have never expected it."

The disciples of Emei burst into tears, and the rest of them were also sad, but Zhou Zhiruo remained silent and looked cold.

It was not that he couldn't stand Zhou Zhiruo's indifferent appearance, it was not that he didn't like her to take her anger on her innocent life, but that he was worried about her.

Zhang Wuji was stunned.

After traveling for more than fifty miles, the heroes fought to rest in a valley.

Zhang Wuji felt sad, and walked to Zhou Zhiruo and said in a gentle voice: "Zhi..." As soon as he blurted out a word, Zhang Wuji paused before saying, "Miss Zhou, a person cannot be resurrected by death, don't be sad."

Worry about a woman?

Xiaoyuer couldn't help but want to laugh, but she really couldn't laugh.

The head of Shaolin all spoke, but no one else had any objections.

After Yang Xiao said this, everyone realized that the more they thought about it, the more they realized that Xiaoyuer's plan was wonderful. He immediately turned the horses and headed northward.

When Xiaoyuer heard this, she smiled and said, "Now that everyone's skills have not fully recovered, so even if you have to do nothing, you should avoid it first."

Young?

Zhou Zhiruo looked cold and turned her head to look at Xiao Yuer: "What does my business have to do with you?"

While talking and laughing, the Emei Sect was missing.

Master Kongwen asked again: "Young Master Jiang, according to your high opinion, where should we avoid it?"

"You..." Xiao Yuer suddenly said in a mess. After all, they were masters and apprentices, and they were together through life and death. Now they used this corner of their mouth to ask him what it has to do with him. He has never seen anyone turn against him in his life, but no one is as angry as her.

Aunt Tu and the others said that women are like poisons through intestines. If a woman is holding her heart in her hands, it will be really a disaster.

But I really couldn't let go of Zhou Zhiruo.

Is it because she is her master?

Zhou Zhiruo ignored Xiao Yuer and Zhang Wuji, and only stared at the raging fire in front of him. At this time, Master Miejue had almost been cremated.
Chapter completed!