In the Shaohua Pavilion, the Yunzhu Holy Maiden has completed the teaching of the ninety-nine secret techniques to Meng Juntong in the scripture building, and these ninety-nine kinds of merit secret techniques have been recognized by those who have entered the world for many years, and they are the most useful secret techniques in the world.

Yunzhu didn't expect Meng Juntong's learning ability to be so strong. Originally, in her opinion, Meng Juntong was able to learn twenty kinds of merit secret techniques in these fifteen days, and then memorize twenty or thirty necessary merit secret art cultivation methods, which was already very remarkable.

Back then, when she cultivated these secret techniques of merit by herself, it often took two or three days to comprehend them. Of course, at that time, they had a lot of time, and every time they learned a secret art, they had to study and ponder it repeatedly until they were fully proficient. But now Meng Juntong only has fifteen days, she has to learn as many of these secret techniques as possible, and for her, she may only have this one chance, no matter whether she can succeed or not, she is destined not to become the saint of Shaohua Pavilion, so the opportunity to practice the secret art of merit in Shaohua Pavilion is actually fifteen days this time.

The battle was in full swing outside, but in this Shaohua Pavilion, there was no movement at all.

Yun Zhu had known what was happening outside for a long time, and she had known it since someone started attacking Nancheng District, and she always had the energy to pay attention to the battle situation outside.

Of course, these Meng Juntong will not know. She devoted herself to the practice of the secret art of merit.

"Master Yunzhu, let's not continue. Meng Juntong didn't know how many kinds he had learned at this time, anyway, everything that should have been recorded in his head was remembered, and everything that should have been felt was also felt.

The Yunzhu Holy Maiden on the opposite side suddenly stopped continuing, and Meng Juntong slowly retreated from her cultivation state.

The Yunzhu Holy Maiden smiled and said to Meng Juntong: "Juntong, fifteen days have arrived. ”

Meng Juntong was stunned: "What? This is here!" She has never been a good student who can listen to classes obediently, at this point, she has already known in the Three Clans Academy before, compared to Liu Baicong, she is really not a person who can sit still.

But this time she sat for fifteen days at once, and she didn't notice that time was slipping away quietly.

"Juntong, you are one of the fastest people I have ever met to learn the secret art of merit. The Yunzhu Holy Maiden said with a smile.

"It turned out to be just one of them," Meng Juntong didn't seem to be satisfied with this positioning, she has always been trying her best to pursue the best, even her uncle Meng Huaizhen often said that she didn't know where a girl's family had such a strong sense of victory and defeat.

Yun Zhu stretched out his hand and gently rubbed Meng Juntong's head: "The last one is your mother, she has learned nearly a thousand secret techniques in less than a year. Even the saints of the previous generation were stunned. If it weren't for that, I'm afraid the person here at this moment would be her. ”

Meng Juntong shook his head: "Although I have never met my mother, I think she should not be the kind of person who is willing to stay in Shaohua Pavilion for a lifetime." ”

Yun Zhu was slightly stunned when she heard this, and then smiled: "It seems that the induction between this mother and daughter is really not talking, what you said is not wrong at all, your mother, and you are simply the same character." Running around with a notebook all day long, if it weren't for the good cultivation of merit and secret techniques, I am afraid that I would have to be beaten every day. When she first came to Shaohua Pavilion, she also told me and Furong that her goal was to one day become a female swordsman who fought swords, really. Recalling the past, the eyes of the Yunzhu Holy Maiden were full of joy. I can see that that memory is really very good for her.

The female swordsman who fought the sword in the rivers and lakes, Meng Juntong muttered to herself, and suddenly felt that her mother's idea was really great, it seemed that she had to prepare a good sword and a good horse after entering the world, and then have a good time on the rivers and lakes.

"Juntong, your journey may have to start early. Suddenly, the Yunzhu Holy Maiden put away the smile on her face and said to Meng Juntong with a solemn face.

Meng Juntong was stunned: "Is something happening?" She was keenly aware that Yun Zhu's mood was not quite right.

Yun Zhu stretched out his hand and flicked his sleeve, and the water in the copper basin not far away rose with a bang, condensing into a water mirror in the air, and in the mirror was the fierce battle situation in various places in Shaohua City at this moment.

Meng Juntong was stunned for a moment, she didn't know that it was like this outside, especially when she saw that in a storyboard, her uncle Meng Huaizhen fell to the ground, and when she didn't know whether she was alive or dead, her eyes were straight.

"Master Yunzhu, what the hell is going on! Why are so many people attacking us? Meng Juntong became nervous all of a sudden, she was indeed precocious and very smart, but after all, she was only a fifteen-year-old girl, such a scene was too tragic for her, a girl who grew up in such a pure land as Shaohua City.

On weekdays in Shaohua City, it is difficult to see someone quarreling.

"Do you remember your mother's time," Yunzhu asked.

Meng Juntong reacted first, and then raised his head: "Are those people who attacked Shaohua Pavilion in the first place?"

Yun Zhu nodded and said, "They are the same as our Shaohua City, they are another world outside the Fang, and their names are Netherworld Dao. For thousands of years, the Netherworld Dao has been thinking about several treasures of our Shaohua Dream City. This time, you want to bring Shaohuajun into the WTO, and Luo Shu will wake up the treasure for you, and those guys also smell the breath when they think about it, so they flock here. ”

"Then Master Yunzhu, what should we do now, they are about to fight in Shaohua Pavilion, should we fight. "There are already a lot of people dead outside, and the entire Shaohua Dream City is a mess, Meng Juntong is really a little overwhelmed, but if she wants to be restrained, sit here, wait, with her personality, she is absolutely unwilling.

The Yunzhu Holy Maiden stretched out her right hand and made a casual move in one direction in the pavilion, and she heard a sword sound, and then a cold light was ingested into her palm.

A three-foot Qingfeng sword shone under the glass cup in the pavilion: "This sword was left by your mother back then, and now I will give it to you." After speaking, Yun Zhu turned his wrist and handed the hilt of the sword to Meng Juntong.

Meng Juntong was stunned: "This is my mother's sword?" She has come to Shaohua Pavilion not a small number of times, but she has not heard Yunzhu mention it for many years, and her mother actually left a sword in the pavilion.