Kuai Chuan: Caught again!

3

When Nan Qiao met Zhu Yunzheng for the second time, thirteen years had passed quietly.

The cold moon hung high in the sky, the moonlight was dim, and the thick mist that was almost condensed into water droplets mixed with the floating black air and fell heavily on the bare branches, making it look even more gloomy.

Nan Qiao held the long sword in her hand. After a long and strong impact, her arm was numb, and blood was flowing out from the cracked knuckles, dripping...

The skeleton in front of her had one of its legs chopped off and its arm was also broken, but a creature without flesh and blood naturally didn't feel pain. It hunched over, and its bones were still clanging as it moved towards her.

"Ho...ho..."

The last one.

She herself was reaching her limit.

Nan Qiao clenched his fingers, remained patient and did not move, waiting for the skeleton to come forward on its own.

Four meters, two meters... one meter...

The moment the skeleton raised its hand to swing towards Nan Qiao, she thrust out the sword in her hand.

This time he used all his strength, and the sword blade hit the bone, making a sharp sound that made his teeth ache.

"duang!" The skull slammed heavily to the ground, without stirring up a trace of dust on the withered ground.

Nan Qiao crushed the skull with all his strength, then turned his head and gritted his teeth to pull out the hand bone that was embedded in his arm.

Blood gushed out, flowing continuously to the ground.

Nan Qiao ignored it and just looked up at the figure standing in the dead trees in front of him. He was dressed in white, spotless, and was completely different from the background.

Wasn't the one just now the last one?

Nan Qiao's heart was in her throat, but the man suddenly flashed over. Before she could see clearly how he moved, the sword in his hand had disappeared.

!

"After all these years, you are still only capable of risking your life?" Zhu Yunzheng stared at the hilt of the sword that was soaked in blood, and no emotion could be heard from his words.

There is no blood on the skeleton, so there is naturally only one answer to where the blood comes from.

She didn't hide on purpose, and Zhu Yunzheng saw it clearly.

Nan Qiao was suddenly stunned. This voice seemed a little familiar?

4

"It's not that I will only fight with my life, but I can only fight with my life." Nan Qiao slumped on the ground without caring about her image. After bandaging the wound on her arm, she said this to Zhu Yunzheng who was still beside her.

She no longer had the strength to fight for a long time, and killing her with one blow was the best option for her.

Being injured is better than dying.

Zhu Yunzheng looked at her arm, but changed the subject. He lowered his head, looking down at Nan Qiao as he did when they first met, as if he felt sorry for her: "If you hadn't sold the jade pendant, you wouldn't have become a casual cultivator who risked his life for a herb."

What these guys were guarding was just a plant of evening primrose. Although such herbs could not be found everywhere in a large sect, at least they would not cost their lives.

Nan Qiao was slightly stunned when she heard this. She didn't expect Zhu Yunzheng to know all this, but when she thought about it, she found it a little funny.

Could it be that this person came here specifically to "seek revenge"?

That's true. Although this person's tone was flat, now that I think about it, I can seem to detect a hint of resentment in it.

"When did Your Excellency know that I sold the jade pendant?" She suddenly laughed.

Zhu Yunzheng glanced at Nan Qiao, not understanding why she laughed, but still answered, "Thirteen years ago."

It turns out I have remembered it for so long.

"Ha..." Nan Qiao laughed again, stood up from the ground, and flicked off the dust on his body, "Then Your Excellency, just regard it as my own fault."

She couldn't even afford to support herself and her own child, but after selling them, at least they could keep her fed and clothed for a long time, otherwise she would have starved to death long ago.

It was worth it. Although it was a bit regrettable when thinking back, Nan Qiao felt it was worth it.

"If your Excellency has nothing else to do, I will take my leave." She bowed to Zhu Yunzheng.

Then, while Zhu Yunzheng seemed a little dazed by her words, she slipped away.

Zhu Yunzheng looked down at the jade pendant he had just taken out, and was speechless for a long while.

It wasn’t sent out.

5

The time between the next time I saw Zhu Yunzheng and the second time I met him was not too long, only two years.

Nan Qiao sighed, feeling a little speechless: "Why does Your Excellency always appear when I am injured?"

"Just to see me in such a mess?" Nan Qiao said, touching the blood stains on his face that had not been washed off with his fingertips.

"No." Zhu Yunzheng shook his head.

As if being reminded, a slight chill came over him, and the blood on Nan Qiao's face disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"You have the tracking mark I left on you, so it won't be hard to find you."

Also true and honest.

Nan Qiao secretly sighed, but there was nothing she could do. Whoever was stronger was right, and she couldn't beat him.

"What does the Venerable want to see me for?"

"You don't seem to like big sects?" Zhu Yunzheng did not answer directly.

"I like it." Nan Qiao's expression remained unchanged, "It's just that I'm not qualified enough."

Zhu Yunzheng didn't believe it, but didn't ask any more questions.

"In that case, do you want to take me as your master?"

He didn't like people making noise around him, so he had been trying to send her to other sects, but now it seemed that it wouldn't work. In the end, he had to keep her by his side.

There was silence.

"So what does the Venerable intend to teach me?"

"If you want me to become your disciple, you have to convince me."

Nan Qiao really didn't understand Zhu Yunzheng's persistence. What on earth was there in her that was worth him looking for her over and over again?

"You don't seem to be suitable for cultivating immortals." Zhu Yunzheng met Nan Qiao's hypocritical smile.

"Then what am I suitable for?" Nan Qiao still smiled.

This is true, she herself also feels that her talent in cultivating immortals is not strong.

"Cultivating demons."

She is a natural cultivator of magic, so her cultivation of immortality will naturally be slower.

"...That's it."

Nan Qiao responded a second or two later, then nodded and her smile became even brighter.

"Then I can't accept you as my master."

"If an immortal has a demon disciple, it would not sound good if it were spread out."

"I appreciate your respect and love, but I still don't want to be your unfilial disciple, so as not to tarnish your reputation."

It was not right for the Immortal Venerable to find a disciple who was suitable for cultivating magic. The hidden things in this were not something that a weakling like her could bear.

Therefore, Zhu Yunzheng was left behind by Nan Qiao again.

Zhu Yunzheng: “…”