In the courtyard of the three of them, Zheng Ze closed his eyes tightly.
He has always been very curious about the "breath" in his body. He can feel it swimming in his body, just like he can feel his own blood flow.
Maybe it's because his appearance "swallowed" the original soul power, or maybe it's because the eternal night has blessed him, Zheng Ze has always felt that his mind is much clearer and calmer than before.
Just like now, just by hearing a few hints from the Frightened Salamander, I can copy the scene described by the other party.
"The deepest thoughts in my heart when I exert my strength..." Zheng Ze said softly.
At the same time, the leaves that had fallen to the ground because he stopped moving began to circle around his body under the pull of an invisible force field.
Zheng Ze's long black hair fluttered gently, and when he slowly opened his eyes, an inexplicable charm spread around him.
Jing Salamander looked at the tall figure standing over there and frowned slightly, "Is this... also murderous intention?"
Seeing the killing intent emanating from Zheng Ze that was almost identical to his own, Jing Salamander was a little confused.
The hands of every killer in Luowang are stained with blood. Killing is the meaning of their existence, and as the leader among them, her murderous intention from the bottom of her heart is so sharp and decisive that no one can compare with her.
But Zheng Ze, before the Luowang killer found out, she had quietly observed Yan'er because he was here. Logically speaking, she shouldn't...
Could it be that he also has a bloody past?
It has to be said that after seeing Zheng Ze's "real thoughts" in his heart, Jing Salamander felt as if he had met someone of the same kind, as if he was here and didn't seem so out of place.
But before she could think about it, Zheng Ze slowly put away this meaning, and at the same time, the breath in his body boiled and expanded like boiling water.
As Jing Salamander said, the realm of inner breath reached from the fifth to sixth levels is indeed a threshold, and there is almost a qualitative leap across it.
Opening his eyes, the sharp light flashed from his eyes, but he soon returned to calm.
Here, fame and fortune are indispensable, but one's own strength is the basis for relying on these.
He has never given up the pursuit of his own strength. Not only his own strength is more reassuring, but only when he is strong enough can he have the ability to take out the Pearl.
Well, it’s not just the Pearl…
Everything returned to calm. Zheng Ze, who had taken back his breath, raised his head, looked at Jing Salaman who was sitting next to him with a calm expression, and nodded to her imperceptibly.
Then he looked at Xiao Yan'er and said with a smile: "The weather is nice today. I will take you to eat something good at noon!"
Hearing this, Yan'er's big eyes lit up, "Really?"
But he immediately came to his senses, looked at Jing Salamander, and asked hesitantly: "Can I take my mother with me?"
Zheng Ze glanced at the quiet and dangerous beauty sitting there, and shook his head, "She is too seriously injured and should not go out."
"Oh..." Yan'er nodded. Zheng Ze's words made sense, but she was still a little frustrated.
She was very happy to see that the relationship between her mother and Uncle Ze had improved today, but she felt that there was still an inexplicable gap between the two, and she was not happy.
"But you can bring delicious food back to your mother!" Zheng Ze suggested with a smile.
Hearing this, Yan'er's mood went up and down, and her smile became sunny again, "Okay, thank you, Uncle Ze."
Yan'er said playfully, and then remembered something, "I'm going to finish washing the remaining clothes first. Uncle Ze, please wait for me, okay?"
Putting the sword back into its sheath, Zheng Ze said, "You can put the clothes there and let Tang Ba take care of them."
Yan'er shook her head decisively, "No need, it will be washed soon!"
Seeing her insistence, Zheng Ze did not stop him and nodded, "Don't worry, I'll wait for Yan'er."
"Okay!" She turned her head and looked at Jing Salamander, "Mom, I'm going first!"
When Frightened Salamander nodded, she moved her short legs and ran towards the basin of unwashed clothes.
After the little girl left, Zheng Ze faced Jing Salamander. Without Yan'er, the atmosphere between the two became a little different.
Zheng Ze ignored the stiff atmosphere, placed the sheathed sword on the stone table, and sat next to the Frightened Salamander.
Looking at the beauty with her black hair tied up and wearing a beautiful dress, who would have thought that she was a cold-blooded killer who kills without batting an eyelid?
If Jing Salamander was a sword that could not hold back any heat, that was not necessarily the case. He believed that she had her own personality and feelings as she was bound to him.
The extreme emotion and the true meaning can probably impress this beautiful master. Of course, the premise is that you have the ability to resolve the troubles in the net.
But Zheng Ze didn't do that. He always treated her without pretense, neither salty nor indifferent.
Because it is much more useful to face Yan Erhao in front of her than to be sincere with Jing Salaman himself!
How can there be so much love in this world, yet he still shows his meticulous tenderness to others as soon as they meet him? Isn't this clearly saying to her, girl, you are so beautiful, can you sleep a little?
Amazing salamander is not suitable for sudden enthusiasm, so boiling giant salamander in warm water is the best choice.
Both of them looked calm. Zheng Ze said calmly: "Is the injury better?"
There was not much concern in his voice, but it was more like a routine inquiry. But after all, compared to last night, the coldness was relieved a lot.
Looking at that young face, Jing salamander nodded, "Yeah."
"But you can't make any big moves yet. Please don't let my kindness go to waste." Zheng Ze seemed to lack gentleness and respect for this master.
In this regard, Jing Salamander didn't feel any difference. He just glanced at him and didn't answer.
Taking Yan'er out in front of her was also a small test. If she was wary, she would not agree to take Yan'er away.
People will not be willing to hand over their handles to hostile people, and will subconsciously draw clear boundaries.
But now it seems that her adaptation speed is faster than imagined.
Zheng Ze didn't say anything more, keeping a good grasp of the situation. Don't be too hasty with the Jing Salamander, besides, she was still injured.
…
This time, Fu Nian did not go to Zilanxuan alone, but asked Zhang Liang to accompany him.
Firstly, according to Zhang Liang, he had been in contact with Zheng Ze and should know each other better. Secondly, having the grandson of the Prime Minister beside him could be regarded as proof for himself.
The carriage stopped slowly before it reached Zilanxuan, and soon the two of them heard the servant driving the carriage whisper softly: "Two gentlemen, there are too many people in front of us, and I'm afraid the carriage won't be able to pass."
Hearing this, Zhang Liang and Fu Nian looked at each other. Zhang Liang was a little confused. What big thing happened ahead?
He opened the curtain and looked outside, and sure enough he saw a huge crowd of people in front of him. In addition, there were also carriages in twos and threes around him, which was as difficult to pass as himself.
Zhang Liang frowned and considered whether to order someone to clear the road.
But just as he was thinking this, he heard faint chatter coming from outside the car.
"Brother, has Confucian Mr. Fu Nian arrived at Zilanxuan? I wonder if we can discuss knowledge with him when we get in?"
"I don't know. I used to think that Confucian people were too rigid. Mr. Fu Nian's words made me change my opinion. He is really a role model for our generation!"
"It is absolutely true that I am willing to learn from Mr. Fu Nian and save Gone with the Wind. It is our duty to do so!"
"Mr. Fu Nian must be a man of good character, but I don't know how smooth the girl from Zilanxuan is..."
Zhang Liang no longer dared to listen any more, so he quickly put down the curtain and turned to look at Fu Nian.
"Mr. Fu Nian..."
I was warned while driving, and at this time, Korea had not yet been destroyed, and Zhang Liang had not yet become a Confucian disciple, so he should still be called Mr. Fu Nian.
