Wan Shizhi looked confused and shook his head repeatedly: "Jiuhua Sect has been established for five hundred years. I know all the priests in the past, but I have never heard of these two people. Where did you hear that?"
Is it really just a dream?
Wu Jiuzi was a little disappointed, but he didn't give up, so he asked Wanshizhi for the history books of Jiuhua Sect to read.
Wanshizhi valued Wu Jiuzi, the only disciple of Fengjian Priest, very much, so he did not embarrass her, so he found it and showed it to her.
Wu Jiuzi sat there and watched the sun set. The book introduced the history of Jiuhua Sect in great detail, from the head of the sect to the ordinary disciples, as long as they were somewhat famous.
But there were no words from Azi and Bu Yufeng who had become immortals, let alone Lou Qianyue.
Moreover, the number of pages in this set of books is clearly marked, and there are no missing pages or corners at all, and it is impossible for anyone to erase them.
She rubbed her eyes and stood up.
It seems that what I had was really just a dream. I didn’t expect that I could have such ups and downs in a dream. I have a talent for writing novels.
"Hey, our cemetery daughter is finally willing to go to Piaomiao Peak?" Wu Jiuzi had just walked out of the library when he heard a snarky female voice.
Wu Jiuzi looked up and saw several boys and girls talking on a grassy field not far away, including Mo Hanluo.
At this moment, she glanced sideways at Wu Jiuzi with a look of disdain. Her words also made several others look at Wu Jiuzi.
Wu Jiuzi smiled, looked up at the sky, and then glanced around: "Hey, where is the dog barking coming from?"
Mo Hanluo's pretty face immediately turned red: "Mo Jiuzi, who are you talking about?!"
Wu Jiuzi yawned: "Hey, eldest lady, why are you so blushing and thick-necked? Are you sure I'm talking about you?"
Mo Hanluo said angrily: "Of course I'm sure!"
"Well, you are so sure, and you seem to agree with what I said. It seems that you are very self-aware." Wu Jiuzi's face had an infuriating smile.
Mo Hanluo was accidentally caught by her again. He was so angry that he was confused. He raised his hand and a white light shot out: "Stinky girl, you are looking for death!"
Although Wu Jiuzi spent most of her time tending flowers and plants this month, she had also mastered all the fighting methods. She had mastered all kinds of skills.
When she saw Mo Hanluo take action, she raised her eyebrows and was about to unsheath her sword and teach Mo Hanluo a lesson. Suddenly she heard someone shout: "Han Luo, stop!"
A ray of green light flashed over, blocking Mo Hanluo's white light. With a chirping sound, the two rays of light disappeared together.
Mo Hanluo stamped his foot: "Brother, you are protecting her again!"
The person who came was none other than Mo Hanyu, the young master of Mojia Fort.
"Han Luo, you are too willful!" Mo Han Yu's gentle face showed a rare sternness: "Why do you always like to have trouble with Jiu Zi?"
He apologized to Wu Jiuzi again: "Jiuzi, Hanluo is ignorant, don't take it to heart."
This Mo Hanyu is a sensible person and always protects her cousin.
Wu Jiuzi smiled slightly: "I never took it to heart."
After all, her soul is also an adult, so how can she really see like a child?
She just thought she heard a few barks.
Besides, children like Mo Hanluo, although they are a little bit sarcastic, their likes and dislikes are written on their faces, so it is better to be on guard against such people.
It's much better than those people who are sweet to you on the surface but stab you in the back.