The Queen Of The Dark
Rebirith Of The God Of War [Chapter CVI]
One of the members ventured to answer, “to train endurance.”
There was no look of satisfaction on the cold face of that answer. Xiao Bai's growl rang out as the little tail was held by Yue Liang Zhi's soft hand, a thin whisker twitching and small teeth intending to bite the owner's hand.
Yue Liang Zhi gave a look of "you dare?" in the lion cub, then raises a low appreciation for answers that are less in accordance with his intentions. “Less precise,” he said while staring at the entire member with an expression asking for an answer.
From the crowd, Yan Hongli mused steadying his mind and forward replied, “besides forging a body... This exercise works so that we have harmony in our thoughts, feelings and movements.”
Yue Liang Zhi nodded in affirmation. Of the thousands of members, the possibility of leaving only Yan Hongli who has the same thoughts as him without the need to go through an understanding approach in silence. True, with the same level of physical training methods, all members will feel the joy and sorrow together. Elicits aligned thinking, unites the feelings of all members, and exercises similarity of movement and speed during training.
If one member is injured, then all members will feel the wound. If one person moves quickly when defending or attacking on the battlefield, then all members will also be able to do the same.
“To be exact, I want to create a sense of kinship and the same feeling among all of us.” Yue Liang Zhi lowered the white bundle onto the ground, the lion spirit beast then dashed cheerfully towards Qiao Qiao.
Everyone felt a warm feeling after knowing the original intentions of the army leader Hei Long, they had lost a genuine family member in less than a year. Now, they will become new family members with thousands of people. It's not just about retribution, but it's a feeling that's hard to explain.
Everyone patted the left chest with the right fist, then patted the right chest with the left fist. Start kneeling while patting one hand and patting the back of the hand once, testing with both hands as a base banging jidat. They muttered in a grim voice, “subordinate has promised to be faithful forever to miss Yue.”
Yue Liang Zhi's eyes narrowed at Qiao Qiao, she seemed to have no need to ask who had taught them how to sing like this. Displays a careless expression and disappears from the world of lotus. The surrounding scenery had become the scene of a spacious, small red room then lying lazily while watching the sleeping eyes.
Tomorrow in the health room of Qinglong sect.
The red figure stood silently beside senior Shan Shan. Senior Shan Shan often treated the light injuries of the disciples, of course, because he was an Alchemist who was at the top of first grade.
Although the Qinglong sect did not have a teaching class for Alchemists, there was still Patriarch Wen Hua whose benefactor disposition as a pharmacist taught some talented disciples to concoct medicine. Of the thousands of disciples, dozens of Alchemists flourished learning martial techniques as well as medicines.
Shan Shan cleaned the equipment after bandaging a disciple's wound, “try not to be exposed to water,” he then thrust a pill bottle.
Receiving the pill bottle with trembling as it sensed the cold aura of Yue Liang Zhi. “Good, thank you senior,” rushed to his feet and ran away.
Gazing at the departure of the injured disciple, Shan Shan turned to the red figure who was standing lazily while folding both hands. Banging helpless will the unique temperament of the child, “mari go... I'll take you to see the herb fields.”
Two shadow lines walked towards the green spot, the various herbs aged monthly to decades spread giving off a distinctive smell. Netra Yue Liang Zhi was sparkling, the fields in front of him were almost the same size as the fields in the World lotus. As an apothecary, the herb field was a blissful paradise of the mortal world. He walked up to the decades-old herbs, crouched down and inhaled deeply as if the smell of the herbs was a substitute for the smell of buga. One thousand acres of a typical flower field would not be able to match a single stalk of an herbal plant.
From a distance, Shan Shan was flabbergasted and fell to witness the miracle. Comeon! It was rare to see an enthusiastic expression emanating from the face of the red-clothed girl. Not wanting to be lulled too deeply, he blinked in order to refocus his herbal picking, glanced in the other direction and walked away picking other herbs.
Yue Liang Zhi who was left alone began to feel free, smiling as she stroked the herbal leaves to the tip of the stalk.
“Little boy!!”
Mats...
The sound of a broken cry echoed the call, Yue Liang Zhi's eyes widened as her hands approached with the broken plant bowed limply.
Wen Hua pointed stuttered, “kau... You're... Ah, my plants” she howled sadly along crouching, her face crooked ugly.
Watching the old man cry without tears, Yue Liang Zhi did not know whether to laugh or cry. He finally laughed stiffly, “Patriark, I accidentally.”
“I see you intend to steal, now not just steal. It was destructive,” Wen Hua stared blankly, a rare plant planted wholeheartedly and cared for like a child himself had been suffocated. Don't know how long it will grow as before, “this old man is too poor.”
“I don't,” Yue Liang Zhi gawking, she has no intention of stealing! He just... Seeing and intending to graft without permission, so the point is not to steal. He could not petrify facing Wen Hua's heartbroken howl, a second later giving rise to another decades-old type of herbal plant. “Well, I'll compensate with another plant. If you don't want—”
Wen Hua snatched the plant in the hands of Yue Liang Zhi, “I want.” White beard waving with enthusiasm, “tanaman lngm?n de xin (frozen heart)? Great, you got a nice baby.”
The corner of Yue Liang Zhi's lips twitched, thinking whether this old man had lived too long? Why can it change with a small bribe, a second will cry like a baby, a second later happy like a giggling ghost.
His brain blanked and suddenly remembered something, “Patriark... About the puzzle "he gives off a majestic aura that suppresses, his smile as gentle as the light of the rising and setting sun, becoming the link between the upper world and the underworld." Junior has an idea, but not too sure.”
“What's less sure?” Wen Hua replaced the damaged plants with new plants.
Yue Liang Zhi's pair of eyebrows fused together to form a wave, “ unleashed a suppressing majestic aura, meaning that person was so powerful that the person from the two worlds wasn't his opponent. A smile that was as gentle as the sunrise and sunset meant that the person was good-faced and made him appear very warm. But, being a liaison of two worlds, indeed there are people able to travel without the help of supporting tools such as teleportation tools?”
Wen Hua clapped hands trying to remove the attached soil, “ada... Tearing space.”
Yue Liang Zhi's heart raced after another possibility suddenly came to her mind, “I never knew the cultivation realm could make a cultivator tear apart space, except. Unless this person was an unimaginable existence like a god, perhaps?”
Patriarch Wen Hua's right hand coiled the milk fat cheek of Yue Liang Zhi to stick the ground brown stain, “good! You already know my teacher's identity, so be willing to find out his name.”
Where is there encouraging while dropping the mental interlocutor?!
A joke! Why not just giggle, huh?
Old Patriarch Wen Hua's eyes narrowed noticing Shan Shan Shan's footsteps approaching here, “this old one will go.”
The figure in front of Yue Liang Zhi faded, leaving behind a warm air that became a trace of the existence of the Patriarch of the Qinglong sect. It was too fast, and made him feel like a weakling. One obsession, he must become strong.
Senior Shan Shan traced the clumsiness of Yue Liang Zhi, “I finished picking some herbs.”
“Oh, done?” Yue Liang Zhi looked up and returned to normal, then stood up while patting the stains on her clothes, “mari back.”
“Emn...,” Shan Shan nodded.