Nalan Yue and Lan Feng'er stayed for a moment before leaving the bamboo forest. Yushu's words before leaving were like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of the two deeply. The two of them also felt that time was pressing, and they had to work hard to cultivate, otherwise they would be ranked last in the Seven Peaks Ratio in a month.

After the boy saw the two leave, he sat quietly on the edge of the bed. When everything calmed down, the boy lay down on the bed. After a moment, the snoring began.

As the boy fell into a deep sleep, a few rays of stars twinkled on his body and began to spin.

In the early morning of the second day, several wails were heard in the compound. On the ground, several teenagers were lying. They had blue noses and swollen faces, clutching their stomachs and moaning in pain.

"On weekdays, I told you to cultivate more, but I didn't listen, but now you know the suffering! From today until the Seven Peaks Ratio arrives, you will have an extra meal every morning. A beautiful woman in the courtyard pointed to a few people on the ground with anger on her face. This person is the young people's teacher, Zhang Yuming, the wife of Yushu. The beautiful woman has willow eyebrows and apricot eyes, shell teeth and red lips, a light green dress swaying in the wind, and he holds a purple bamboo knot in his hand that is as creamy as jade.

As soon as the words fell, several teenagers on the ground screamed louder. The meaning of adding an extra meal, the teenager understands. It is inevitable that he will have to suffer a little more in the future, thinking of this, the young man let go of his voice and shouted.

In the center of the courtyard, Yushu sat on a chair, and he couldn't help frowning as he looked at the aching young man on the ground.

"Get up for me, shout and shout!" Yushu said in a deep voice.

The master's words of not being angry and arrogant were like thunder in the ears of several teenagers, and in an instant, several teenagers quickly got up and stood up obediently. They stood in a row, bowing their heads and saying nothing. Only the occasional inappropriate moaning sound comes from the mouth.

"Alas!" the beautiful woman shook her head and sighed: "Brother Hei, this time the ratio of the seven peaks, I see"

The beautiful woman's worries are exactly what Yushu is worried about, but the apprentice is like this, and the face of the master naturally can't be hung up. Every time the comparison of the seven peaks is inevitably ridiculed by the same disciple brothers.

Yushu had a gloomy face, and he looked like he hated iron but not steel. After a moment, his tone softened slightly, and he said helplessly: "You go to the dining hall to eat! and then cultivate!" After speaking, he shook his head and got up and left the courtyard.

If the teenagers were pardoned, they ran away. There were a few laughs during the run.

"Alas!" Zhang Yuming sighed helplessly again. These disciples have a very poor memory, and they forget the pain when they turn around.

At this time, there were three people standing beside her. They are Nalan Yue, Lan Feng'er and Sick Yang.

"Mother, don't be sad. Isn't there still us?" said Nalan Yue as she gently grabbed Zhang Yuming's arm.

Zhang Yuming stroked Nalan Yue's hair and sighed, "Although you have cultivated well, you should also practice diligently. Last year, Ning Shuang, a disciple of Zhihua's junior sister, stood out, which was unexpected. Maybe talent plays a big role, otherwise it would be impossible to reach the middle stage of the Gang Qi Realm in such a short period of time. She saw the three of them pondering, and finally explained, in order not to hit them.

Immediately, Zhang Yuming looked into the distance and sighed: "Poor mortal died, I am ashamed of my eldest brother." It's all my fault, and if I had taken him sooner, maybe he wouldn't have died. If he were here now, the ratio of Qifeng would also be able to add glory to Yushu Peak. Zhang Yuming's expression was gloomy, and her face was full of remorse.

"Don't worry, the apprentice will work hard to cultivate, and he will definitely live up to the high expectations of the master! Sick Yang said respectfully. He had heard of Zhang Yifan's name for a long time, and he also knew that although Zhang Yifan was young, his cultivation had made rapid progress. It's a pity that the heavenly jealousy of the talent was killed in the Valley of the Dragon's Tongue a year ago.

Zhang Yuming's words made Zhang Yuming very pleased, and her face was much better.

"Mother doesn't have to blame herself, maybe this is fate!" Nalan Yue looked at Zhang Yuming and said.

"What my sister said is right, the destiny of heaven cannot be violated. This is not the responsibility of the teacher, don't take it to heart. At this time, Lan Feng'er also comforted.

Zhang Yuming nodded and said, "You all go to cultivate!" After speaking, she turned around and walked towards the main hall. It's just that at the moment of turning around, tears were left in her eyes unconsciously.

Time flies, seven days pass. During these seven days, several young disciples under the Yushu Sect suffered a lot. Zhang Yuming would use the purple bamboo knots to train those naughty disciples every day.

During this time, the teenagers in the bamboo forest house ate and slept every day. Live a comfortable life.

Seven days passed in a flash, and during this time, the sluggishness in the eyes of the young man became less and less, and a glimmer of brilliance appeared. Sometimes, his eyes were clear, but it was short-lived, and he disappeared after almost a moment.

In Zhihai, Zhang Yifan sat in the streamer ribbon. He closed his eyes tightly and exhaled slowly. After a long time, he opened his eyes and let out a cloudy breath.

It has been almost a month since Zhang Yifan sat in it last time. When he woke up now, the light in his eyes flickered, and it took a long time to disappear.

For some reason, Zhang Yifan felt that the operation of the Five Dragons Technique here could achieve twice the result with half the effort. After looking around, he suddenly noticed that there was a point of light in the vast gray mist. And the aura of heaven and earth that he absorbed seemed to come from that point of light. And the existence cultivation opposite him was also increasing, but Zhang Yifan felt that the other party's bloody aura seemed to have weakened a lot.

In this regard, Zhang Yifan was puzzled.

With one hand open, a crescent-shaped object shimmered and swirled in his hand. This is a one-ninth fragment of a giant knife.

Thinking of the fragments, he thought of the little dragon again in his mind.

The dragon swirled in his mind, still indistinct. Through the little dragon, he seemed to see a golden tripod floating there.

A moment later, a sudden pain in his mind struck. Helpless, he had to give up his memories. In a flash of brilliance, the crescent-shaped fragment vanished.

After the calm, he froze. In the depths of his memory, he seemed to see a family sitting in the courtyard, admiring the moon and drinking. Suddenly, a black shadow flickered, and silver light flickered. The clansman's body slowly fell to the ground, blood pouring out.

The stump was broken, the wailing was everywhere, and the blood flowed like a river. The frightened countenance, the desperate eyes, came one after another, and they all drilled into his mind.

Zhang Yifan was short of breath and his face was red. A sharp pain crossed his mind again. Shaking his head suddenly, he didn't think about the past. Immediately, his gaze was fixed on the presence of the red streamer on the other side.

After a long time, his breathing became even.

"There is a deep hatred in the sea of blood, I will definitely take revenge on the enemy!" Zhang Yifan clenched his hands, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes. The most important thing at the moment is to get rid of the other being and take control of the body.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yifan breathed a long sigh of relief, slowly closed his eyes, and entered a state of cultivation.

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